Fandom: CSI: NY
Warnings: language, threeway sex
Summary: What a way to wake up.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. *sigh*
Notes: This is a birthday gift for weisy. Happy birthday girl! It's short, but I hope you like it.
Crossposted to: painted_sin and csi_ny_fic.
The first thing that Flack thought when he first woke up was, I have to take a piss. The second thought was, Why can’t I move to take a piss? It took him several more minutes to realize the reason why he couldn’t move.
His hands were cuffed to the metal headboard of Danny’s bed. He cursed himself for being such a sound sleeper.
The room was dark, but he knew that voice. It was the only female voice that had a right to be there. “Aiden?”
”Shh…” Fingers went to his lips to silence her. A moment later it was her lips on his.
Which meant the mouth sliding around his cock had to be Danny’s. He would have cursed if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied. He tugged at the cuffs, wanting to touch, but god DAMN them for doing this to him. He swore in the back of his mind that he was going to get even with both of them. If he remembered this come morning.
At the rate things were going, he was going to lose his brain very soon.
When Aiden’s lips moved to nibble on Don’s neck, he managed to get out a few words. “You’re both fucking evil.”
Danny laughed, his mouth still full and it sent waves of pleasure up Don’s spine. He wasn’t going to last very long at this rate. And that seemed to be the intention. In moments, Danny had him coming. His two lovers lay there with him while he was panting from the sensation.
“Happy birthday, Donny,” Aiden whispered in his ear.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.”
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