CSI:NY part 4
Chapter Four
"Danny, get a move on! You're late!" the maitre’d yelled.
"Sorry, sir. Class went over by enough to mess up my system to get here quickly."
"Just get kitted out. Dinner starts in 20 minutes."
Danny was getting really tired; for some reason beyond his comprehension, the restaurant was really busy today. He was about ready to sit down for a bit, when who should walk in but Don, with one of the committee members and a few ladies. And they were sitting in his area! Pasting on a smile, Danny went over to get drink orders and hand out menus.
Don smiled at him in surprise, and the older man snarled at him. The youngest girl smiled flirtatiously at him, and the other two, presumably the mother and older sister, smiled compassionately. All in all, it wasn't as bad as he thought the experience would be, though it wasn't until he got back to the kitchen that he realized that meant Don was Don Flack Jr.
He was afraid he'd get no tip at all, but as the family was leaving, he saw Mrs. Flack slip a few bills into the check folder. As she passed, he mouthed a 'thank you', receiving a smile.
::So that's where his looks come from. Damn, I'm so a goner, and nothing I can do without harassment charges being filed.::
He managed to finish his shift and stumble to the subway, then to the dorm, where he fell onto the bed, smiling manically.
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"Right, so how did the readings go? I thought Beowulf was great; funny thing, but it reminded me of a comic book," Danny said.
"I got that impression too, like all the actions were huge, you could almost see the 'clang, pow, crash' bubbles when you read the fight scenes." Don agreed.
Devon and Lenny looked at them askance, as if to ask how one could equate the first English epic with a comic book. Seeing this, Don took the debate in another direction.
After Devon and Lenny had left, Dan and Don stayed for an extra cup of coffee, chatting at such a length that the waitress was getting huffy. They wandered toward the Park, as it was a fairly warm, sunny day. They wandered around for hours, just talking. It wasn't until Danny realized that it was almost four that he stopped talking.
"Don, gotta go, I work at the restaurant tonight. Oh, and tell your mom thanks for the tip, it took care of most of my fare card for the week."
Don pulled Danny into a 'bro-hug', and said he'd see him Monday.
::I shouldn't have hugged him, if he'd actually returned it, he'd have known my feelings.::
::Being held, even for so short a time, was so nice. No, bad Danny! Must keep all interactions platonic...though if I remember right, historically, platonic means something very different.::
By this point, he was at the back door to the restaurant, so he hurried and got kitted out before his boss started yelling. He wasn't late, but he would be if he didn't get a move on.
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"Did your meeting go well, honey? You're a couple hours later than you said."
"Yeah, the meeting finished about when planned, but Danny and I talked for a while longer. He had to get to work, so he left and I came home. Oh, and he said to thank you for the tip."
"Well, your father was going to stiff him, leave a one dollar tip. I figured the boy needed all the help he could."
"You paid his fare card for almost a week, must have been some tip."
"Donny, you were always pretty good at mental math, we spent something like 90 dollars without tax, so a weekly fare card is generous, but not excessive."
Figuring it in his head, he realized 15 to 18 dollars was the expected tip, especially with the partitioning.
Don and Danny were sitting on swings at the playground down the street, talking as they swayed, holding hands. Don caught Danny's eye, smiling. They got up and walked toward the house, which was empty at the moment, as the rest of the family had left on vacation already, but Don had an exam rescheduled, so he had to stay another couple days, then would join them. For now though, they were going to take advantage of the empty house and be able to show affection without risk of arrest. Don unlocked the front door, and as soon as they were both inside, Danny was up against the door, having the breath sucked out of him. Danny jumped up a bit, wrapping his legs around Don's waist, arms around his neck. Their surroundings disappeared, and they were on a huge bed covered in velvet. They were naked, and Danny seemed to be doing his vampire impression again. Don supported himself on hands and knees above his lover, leaving their lips as the only point of contact. Danny was straining to gain more contact, but Don moved away enough to thwart that. Danny tried another tactic, using his legs to pull his groin flush with Don's. They both groaned, and Don gave in, starting some very nice frottage. Danny was squeaking with every thrust, and Don felt himself reaching the edge...
And he woke up on his bed, fully dressed, face down, boxers a mess.
"This has to stop," he muttered to himself, "this is getting ridiculous."
When Don came stumbling down for breakfast the next morning, Mrs. Flack asked, concerned, "What's wrong, Donny? You look like you didn't sleep well."
"Strange dreams, Ma. Nothing to worry about."
"OK, but you know you can talk to me, right?"
"Danny, get a move on! You're late!" the maitre’d yelled.
"Sorry, sir. Class went over by enough to mess up my system to get here quickly."
"Just get kitted out. Dinner starts in 20 minutes."
Danny was getting really tired; for some reason beyond his comprehension, the restaurant was really busy today. He was about ready to sit down for a bit, when who should walk in but Don, with one of the committee members and a few ladies. And they were sitting in his area! Pasting on a smile, Danny went over to get drink orders and hand out menus.
Don smiled at him in surprise, and the older man snarled at him. The youngest girl smiled flirtatiously at him, and the other two, presumably the mother and older sister, smiled compassionately. All in all, it wasn't as bad as he thought the experience would be, though it wasn't until he got back to the kitchen that he realized that meant Don was Don Flack Jr.
He was afraid he'd get no tip at all, but as the family was leaving, he saw Mrs. Flack slip a few bills into the check folder. As she passed, he mouthed a 'thank you', receiving a smile.
::So that's where his looks come from. Damn, I'm so a goner, and nothing I can do without harassment charges being filed.::
He managed to finish his shift and stumble to the subway, then to the dorm, where he fell onto the bed, smiling manically.
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"Right, so how did the readings go? I thought Beowulf was great; funny thing, but it reminded me of a comic book," Danny said.
"I got that impression too, like all the actions were huge, you could almost see the 'clang, pow, crash' bubbles when you read the fight scenes." Don agreed.
Devon and Lenny looked at them askance, as if to ask how one could equate the first English epic with a comic book. Seeing this, Don took the debate in another direction.
After Devon and Lenny had left, Dan and Don stayed for an extra cup of coffee, chatting at such a length that the waitress was getting huffy. They wandered toward the Park, as it was a fairly warm, sunny day. They wandered around for hours, just talking. It wasn't until Danny realized that it was almost four that he stopped talking.
"Don, gotta go, I work at the restaurant tonight. Oh, and tell your mom thanks for the tip, it took care of most of my fare card for the week."
Don pulled Danny into a 'bro-hug', and said he'd see him Monday.
::I shouldn't have hugged him, if he'd actually returned it, he'd have known my feelings.::
::Being held, even for so short a time, was so nice. No, bad Danny! Must keep all interactions platonic...though if I remember right, historically, platonic means something very different.::
By this point, he was at the back door to the restaurant, so he hurried and got kitted out before his boss started yelling. He wasn't late, but he would be if he didn't get a move on.
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"Did your meeting go well, honey? You're a couple hours later than you said."
"Yeah, the meeting finished about when planned, but Danny and I talked for a while longer. He had to get to work, so he left and I came home. Oh, and he said to thank you for the tip."
"Well, your father was going to stiff him, leave a one dollar tip. I figured the boy needed all the help he could."
"You paid his fare card for almost a week, must have been some tip."
"Donny, you were always pretty good at mental math, we spent something like 90 dollars without tax, so a weekly fare card is generous, but not excessive."
Figuring it in his head, he realized 15 to 18 dollars was the expected tip, especially with the partitioning.
Don and Danny were sitting on swings at the playground down the street, talking as they swayed, holding hands. Don caught Danny's eye, smiling. They got up and walked toward the house, which was empty at the moment, as the rest of the family had left on vacation already, but Don had an exam rescheduled, so he had to stay another couple days, then would join them. For now though, they were going to take advantage of the empty house and be able to show affection without risk of arrest. Don unlocked the front door, and as soon as they were both inside, Danny was up against the door, having the breath sucked out of him. Danny jumped up a bit, wrapping his legs around Don's waist, arms around his neck. Their surroundings disappeared, and they were on a huge bed covered in velvet. They were naked, and Danny seemed to be doing his vampire impression again. Don supported himself on hands and knees above his lover, leaving their lips as the only point of contact. Danny was straining to gain more contact, but Don moved away enough to thwart that. Danny tried another tactic, using his legs to pull his groin flush with Don's. They both groaned, and Don gave in, starting some very nice frottage. Danny was squeaking with every thrust, and Don felt himself reaching the edge...
And he woke up on his bed, fully dressed, face down, boxers a mess.
"This has to stop," he muttered to himself, "this is getting ridiculous."
When Don came stumbling down for breakfast the next morning, Mrs. Flack asked, concerned, "What's wrong, Donny? You look like you didn't sleep well."
"Strange dreams, Ma. Nothing to worry about."
"OK, but you know you can talk to me, right?"