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kinkapoodles) wrote2006-09-25 09:25 pm
kinkapoodles) wrote2006-09-25 09:25 pm
Slip Sliding Away...Danny/Flack Drabble
Title: Slip Sliding Away
Author: 1csimfan
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Warnings: Slight sexual content. Slash - don't like it, don't read it
Summary: Don Flack doesn't like appliances and he causes a "slippery" situation for him and Danny
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters because if I did they would be too busy getting busy to do anything else.
Don surveyed the huge pile of dirty dishes with distaste. He despised washing dishes. But thank God Danny 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 thought to himself. 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.
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 he had hardwood floors.
'Oh Don's gonna pay for this.' Danny thought. 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.
Don gazed 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 capturing his mouth with his own.
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 thought to himself. 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.
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 he had hardwood floors.
'Oh Don's gonna pay for this.' Danny thought. 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.
Don gazed 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 capturing his mouth with his own.