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kinkapoodles) wrote2007-06-13 01:40 am
kinkapoodles) wrote2007-06-13 01:40 am
Slip Sliding Away - Danny/Flack drabble - update and repost
Title: Slip Sliding Away
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Danny and Flack
Warnings: Smut and Slash. Don't like it, don'r read it
Summary: Don doesn't like appliances and he causes a slippers situation for himself and Danny
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny or Flack because if I did, they'd ignore everybody else
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Danny and Flack
Warnings: Smut and Slash. Don't like it, don'r read it
Summary: Don doesn't like appliances and he causes a slippers situation for himself and Danny
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny or Flack because if I did, they'd ignore everybody else
Don surveyed the huge pile of dirty dishes with a frown. He despised washing dishes. Thank God they had a dishwasher. He started filling it up with the dirty dishes, not stopping until he had stuffed every single dish in there.
He looked around for the dishwasher detergent. He couldn't find any. "Oh hell, now what?" he said out loud. Glancing at the sink he saw the dishwashing liquid. This could work. After all, it is for cleaning dishes.
He studied the dishwasher for a moment unsure of where to put the liquid. Growing impatient, he just decided to squirt it all over the dishes (lots of it). That should do the trick. He started the dishwasher and then headed off to take a quick shower before Danny got home.
Danny opened the apartment door and heard a long forgotten noise. 'Is that the dishwasher?' he thought to himself. He hadn't used it in months. No sooner had he gotten in the door, he saw it. His eyes grew wide.
Danny almost shit himself. "Don, what in the hell have you done?" he yelled through the apartment. For there, right in front of him was suds and bubbles spewing out of the dishwasher. They had completely covered the kitchen floor several inches deep and were making their way to the living room. Thank God they had hardwood floors.
Oh, Don's gonna pay for this. While walking through the suds (the only way through the apartment) he slipped and landed with a thud flat on his back. Don heard the noise and came running out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Seeing the kitchen full of suds and a "not so happy" looking Danny sprawled out on the floor, all Don could manage to say was "uh-oh".
"How did this happen?" Danny asked. "Well, all I did was put some dishwashing liquid in there." Don said giving Danny his best pout possible. Danny couldn't help but give in to that. A smirk spread across Danny's face. 'You know', he thought, 'this could be fun.'
Don picked up on his change of mood. As he was walking toward Danny, Danny warned him the floor was slick but Don still slipped, the towel went flying through the air, and he landed flat on his back, just like Danny. That didn't last long because before he knew it, Danny was on top of him kissing and nibbling on his neck.
That was all the encouragement Don needed before he tugged Danny's shirt and tank top off and dropped them in the suds. He quickly undid Danny's belt and pants, pushing them down as far as he could reach. Danny sprang up and kicked off his suds covered shoes and socks and removed his pants. He pulled one of the drawers open and got out the lube. "Unless you wanna bottom, you might wanna get up." Danny told him.
Don sat up and snatched the bottle of lube from Danny's hand. Leaning down, Don kissed Danny hard, running his hands the length of Danny's body. Kissing Don back, Danny asked, "You gonna fuck me or not Donnie?" He pulled back and smirked. Don knew that look. It meant Danny wanted a good, hard fuck he was ready to go. Don smirked back and lubed up his shaft. Wasting no time, he pushed himself into Danny, not stopping until he was completely buried inside of other man.
Danny let out a moan, "Oh fuck, Don. Come on, you gonna give it to me or what?" he asked arching his body up into Don's. He smiled down at Danny, "You want it hard you got it." Don pulled all the way out of Danny and then immediately slammed back in. He set a quick pace and let out a groan at the sensations. Danny was whimpering and clawing at Don. "Fuck me harder, Donnie," he begged. "Make me come hard." he blurted out between ragged breaths.
Danny's words went straight to Don's cock as he groaned, "I'll make you come hard babe." He reached down and wrapped his fingers around Danny's cock and stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Don kissed Danny hard and said, "Come with me baby. I want you to come with me." Danny screamed out at Don's words, "Oh Donnie. Fuck me baby." He thrust his hips up into Don matching him thrust for thrust. Don's thrusts became erratic the closer he got and he came with his face buried in Danny's neck and screaming out Danny's name.
Don coming triggered Danny's onslaught of pleasure and he clammed up and came silently onto his belly. He started catching his breath when he said, "Oh Donnie, that was so good. I love you baby." Don smiled and agreed. "That was damn good Dan. I love you too." He slowly pulled out of Danny and lay down in the floor surrounded by bubbles and snuggled up to Danny.
Don looked up at Danny and said, "Who knew that putting the wrong soap in the dishwasher could be so much fun." With that, Danny sprawled back out on the floor, still in pain from the fall. Danny leaned over and whispered in Don's ear, "You are so cleaning this up later." All Don could reply was "Whatever Messer." before pulling him into another kiss.
He looked around for the dishwasher detergent. He couldn't find any. "Oh hell, now what?" he said out loud. Glancing at the sink he saw the dishwashing liquid. This could work. After all, it is for cleaning dishes.
He studied the dishwasher for a moment unsure of where to put the liquid. Growing impatient, he just decided to squirt it all over the dishes (lots of it). That should do the trick. He started the dishwasher and then headed off to take a quick shower before Danny got home.
Danny opened the apartment door and heard a long forgotten noise. 'Is that the dishwasher?' he thought to himself. He hadn't used it in months. No sooner had he gotten in the door, he saw it. His eyes grew wide.
Danny almost shit himself. "Don, what in the hell have you done?" he yelled through the apartment. For there, right in front of him was suds and bubbles spewing out of the dishwasher. They had completely covered the kitchen floor several inches deep and were making their way to the living room. Thank God they had hardwood floors.
Oh, Don's gonna pay for this. While walking through the suds (the only way through the apartment) he slipped and landed with a thud flat on his back. Don heard the noise and came running out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Seeing the kitchen full of suds and a "not so happy" looking Danny sprawled out on the floor, all Don could manage to say was "uh-oh".
"How did this happen?" Danny asked. "Well, all I did was put some dishwashing liquid in there." Don said giving Danny his best pout possible. Danny couldn't help but give in to that. A smirk spread across Danny's face. 'You know', he thought, 'this could be fun.'
Don picked up on his change of mood. As he was walking toward Danny, Danny warned him the floor was slick but Don still slipped, the towel went flying through the air, and he landed flat on his back, just like Danny. That didn't last long because before he knew it, Danny was on top of him kissing and nibbling on his neck.
That was all the encouragement Don needed before he tugged Danny's shirt and tank top off and dropped them in the suds. He quickly undid Danny's belt and pants, pushing them down as far as he could reach. Danny sprang up and kicked off his suds covered shoes and socks and removed his pants. He pulled one of the drawers open and got out the lube. "Unless you wanna bottom, you might wanna get up." Danny told him.
Don sat up and snatched the bottle of lube from Danny's hand. Leaning down, Don kissed Danny hard, running his hands the length of Danny's body. Kissing Don back, Danny asked, "You gonna fuck me or not Donnie?" He pulled back and smirked. Don knew that look. It meant Danny wanted a good, hard fuck he was ready to go. Don smirked back and lubed up his shaft. Wasting no time, he pushed himself into Danny, not stopping until he was completely buried inside of other man.
Danny let out a moan, "Oh fuck, Don. Come on, you gonna give it to me or what?" he asked arching his body up into Don's. He smiled down at Danny, "You want it hard you got it." Don pulled all the way out of Danny and then immediately slammed back in. He set a quick pace and let out a groan at the sensations. Danny was whimpering and clawing at Don. "Fuck me harder, Donnie," he begged. "Make me come hard." he blurted out between ragged breaths.
Danny's words went straight to Don's cock as he groaned, "I'll make you come hard babe." He reached down and wrapped his fingers around Danny's cock and stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Don kissed Danny hard and said, "Come with me baby. I want you to come with me." Danny screamed out at Don's words, "Oh Donnie. Fuck me baby." He thrust his hips up into Don matching him thrust for thrust. Don's thrusts became erratic the closer he got and he came with his face buried in Danny's neck and screaming out Danny's name.
Don coming triggered Danny's onslaught of pleasure and he clammed up and came silently onto his belly. He started catching his breath when he said, "Oh Donnie, that was so good. I love you baby." Don smiled and agreed. "That was damn good Dan. I love you too." He slowly pulled out of Danny and lay down in the floor surrounded by bubbles and snuggled up to Danny.
Don looked up at Danny and said, "Who knew that putting the wrong soap in the dishwasher could be so much fun." With that, Danny sprawled back out on the floor, still in pain from the fall. Danny leaned over and whispered in Don's ear, "You are so cleaning this up later." All Don could reply was "Whatever Messer." before pulling him into another kiss.