CSI:NY part 5
Chapter Five
It was lunchtime, and Don realized he hadn't hung out with Derek and the others for a while, as in almost two weeks.
"My man!" Derek shouted as he saw Don come over, "Where have you been?"
"Around. A class took more homework than I thought."
"So the little Italian klutz had nothing to do with it? We've seen you sitting with him."
"He's in that class, a mutual elective. There's a discussion group as part of it. And he's alone, figured I'd help him find his feet a bit."
"Well steer clear, he's been looking at you like you were chocolate to a PMS-ing teenage girl. I should know, it’s Lita's time of the month."
Don fought to hide his blush, and was able to pass it off as holding in laughter.
"Sorry guys, gotta go, class in 10."
"Hey, Danny. Sorry I didn't meet you today. Derek and the guys caught me. Are we on for that concert still?"
Danny's stormy face cleared, "I don't begrudge you other friends. Besides, I needed to have a chat with my chem professor."
"Cool. So, tonight, meet you in front, or at the NW corner of the intersection?"
"In front. There should be a light post or something. You'll probably see me before I see you."
Don arrived about 15 minutes early, mostly because he hit the trains exactly right. He stood with his back to the center light post, looking around for Danny. He saw him a few minutes later.
"Danny!" he shouted, waving.
"Great. I'm on time. Crazy roomie guy I'd never met until now decided this would be the day he flooded the bathroom. Guy had shoulder-length hair and decided he'd shave it off in the shower, no trimming, no drain guard, no waiting until after he was out of the shower. I had to spend until about 10 minutes ago waiting for a plumber to come by."
"Sounds like quite the afternoon. C'mon, let's head in before the crowd gets too crazy."
The concert was really good, and Don enjoyed seeing Danny jump around, singing at the top of his lungs, though no one else noticed, as almost everyone else was doing the same. They planned to go to a diner after the concert when there was the sound of an altercation.
As the other people moved away from the fight, Danny was pushed into Don, who wrapped his arms around him to keep others at a distance, to keep Danny from smothering. What he didn't take into consideration was that prolonged contact with Danny would produce predictable results.
Danny felt the pressure against his back, causing him to turn to face Don, raising an eyebrow.
Just then, the police rushed in, pushing the crowd back even more, pushing Danny tightly against Don, letting Don feel that Danny was just as affected.
"Danny?"
Danny somehow maneuvered them into the payphone alcove, then replastered himself to Don.
"Don, am I dreaming?" he asked, hopefully.
Don tightened his hold on Danny, "You? Nah, I hope not. I...I've dreamt about you since you bumped into me and I returned your ID."
Danny stood up on tiptoes to press his lips gently and briefly to Don's. Don followed him away, catching his lips again. By the time they came up for air, the police had carted away the fighters, and they could actually reach the doors.
They shared the first leg of the journey, so they boarded the subway, standing chest to chest, Don holding on to an overhead bar, Danny holding onto Don and a vertical bar. Don buried his nose in Danny's hair, reveling in the smell of shampoo and Danny's musky scent. Danny had his nose buried in the same place he'd bumped it weeks ago, against Don's breastbone. Thankfully, the train was pretty empty, so no one bothered them. When they reached the station, they kept a hold on each other's hand, and when Don's train came, Danny gave him a hug and whispered that he'd be using his vibrator tonight. Don laughed, returning the hug.
Ma Flack was still awake, as she was a bit of a night owl and didn't need much sleep, so seeing her at the kitchen table at almost 12:30 wasn't surprising.
"Hi, Ma. I'm back, safe and sound," he said, sitting down opposite her.
"I heard about the fight at the concert, I was worried."
"It was pretty contained, and the crowd did a good job of keeping a perimeter until the cops came. I got stuck in the lobby for a while, but otherwise..."
"I still worry. Now, you look extremely happy for the first time in weeks. What changed?"
"I think I'm in love."
"Don't tell me you left that Danny alone while you chased a girl."
"No, I didn't leave him alone. Ma..."
She didn't look as shocked as he thought she would, "Well, be safe. I won't tell your father, that's up to you, when and how."
"Thanks, Ma. 'Night."
As soon as Danny entered his room, he started stripping, even before he closed the door all the way. He pulled out his toy and lube, flopping down on the bed. Stroking himself, he knew he was too close to bother with stretching, so he didn't lube up the toy. Picturing his boyfriend as he pulled away after their explosive kiss, he pinched his nipples. Grabbing his discarded undershirt, he stuffed part of it in his mouth to muffle his moans. Returning to stroking his arousal, he touched the tip of the vibrator to that spot behind his sack, turning it on low. He'd seen Don in a tight t-shirt once, as some twit girl had spilled soda on him at lunch last week, meaning he had to take off the sweatshirt he had on over it. Remembering how those arms felt around him, he moaned. Feeling it was too much, he put the vibrator aside, focusing on remembering the size and strength of those wonderful hands, pretending the hands playing with his arousal and sack were larger and smoother. He screamed his completion, falling asleep on top of his covers, still naked and cum-spattered.
Don headed to school early, as he wanted to catch Danny before classes. He didn't have class until 10, but Danny had a class at 9:15. Sitting in front of the Chemistry building, he saw Danny heading his way. He waved to him, holding up a pastry bag.
After Danny had settled in, Don leant over to whisper, "You wouldn't believe what I dreamt of last night. My little cat has claws. You tied my hands to the headboard, then ran your fingernails lightly all over my body. You didn't even have to touch my cock, I came as you pinched my nipples."
Danny's face got redder and redder, but given the shifts he'd made in his seat, he was obviously enjoying the image. When he regained the ability to speak, he quipped, "If I'm a cat, then what are you?"
"At turns, scratching post and mate."
Danny laughed, but said, "I'd love to keep talking about this, but class starts soon. Thanks for the danish." As he stood, he kissed Don chastely, but with tangible love. "Wanna go out to lunch? Meet me back here?"
Don agreed, and earned another kiss before Danny dashed off.
Don had a class that morning with Derek.
Before the professor arrived, Derek asked him, "So where were you last night? Lita was asking about you."
"Concert. I didn't get out until late because there was a fight in the lobby blocking the doors. I went straight home."
"Heard about that one. Was it any good?"
"Yeah, and I got a date."
"You dog!"
"Nah, went with a friend, we clicked, end of story."
"Ah, you'll have to let your admirer down softly."
"Why would I have to explain to Danny? He was there."
"Stop beating around the bush. You saying you hooked up with..."
"Danny's quite a good kisser."
Before Derek could respond, the Professor walked in.
Don arrived in front of the Science building a bit early, so he sat on the same bench as earlier. He was starting to regret telling Derek. Derek's mom worked with his dad, he didn't want his dad to know yet, or maybe ever.
Danny came bouncing up, breaking him out of his funk.
"Don, you're here! C'mon."
"Is this energy level my fault?"
"Yep, for some reason, my sugar highs last a really long time, though I did only finish the danish about an hour ago. The professor must have thought I was on speed," Noticing Don's worry, he changed the subject, "What's wrong?"
"I slipped and told Derek. His mom works with my dad, and my dad..."
"Yeah. Would you rather stay on campus? Maybe we should have the 'how much do we broadcast' talk."
"My dad, as you can probably tell, is completely against second chances. Ma actually weaseled it out of me when I got home last night, but she promised not to tell Dad. I'd like to be able to show affection in public, but...I don't want to mess things up, for you with the committee with crap public indecency charges, or me with Dad. So technically, I don't want us being on my Dad's bad side."
"Kinda hard, unless you think it will help if I explain my reasons to him for why I wanted the deal? He wasn't there for that part; it was in confidence with the counselor."
"Don't know. Maybe both of us go with Ma for Saturday lunch, you tell her, and she can tell Dad about my charming friend?'
"That's a workable plan. And your Mom seems nice."
"Right then, its settled. Hug you when I want, kisses in semi-private, show you off to Ma."
"Derek, about this morning, could you not spread it around, I want the chance to tell my parents in my own time."
"Sure, no problem. Not exactly sure about your taste, but hey, you didn’t like Carly much at first, so I can't complain."
It was lunchtime, and Don realized he hadn't hung out with Derek and the others for a while, as in almost two weeks.
"My man!" Derek shouted as he saw Don come over, "Where have you been?"
"Around. A class took more homework than I thought."
"So the little Italian klutz had nothing to do with it? We've seen you sitting with him."
"He's in that class, a mutual elective. There's a discussion group as part of it. And he's alone, figured I'd help him find his feet a bit."
"Well steer clear, he's been looking at you like you were chocolate to a PMS-ing teenage girl. I should know, it’s Lita's time of the month."
Don fought to hide his blush, and was able to pass it off as holding in laughter.
"Sorry guys, gotta go, class in 10."
"Hey, Danny. Sorry I didn't meet you today. Derek and the guys caught me. Are we on for that concert still?"
Danny's stormy face cleared, "I don't begrudge you other friends. Besides, I needed to have a chat with my chem professor."
"Cool. So, tonight, meet you in front, or at the NW corner of the intersection?"
"In front. There should be a light post or something. You'll probably see me before I see you."
Don arrived about 15 minutes early, mostly because he hit the trains exactly right. He stood with his back to the center light post, looking around for Danny. He saw him a few minutes later.
"Danny!" he shouted, waving.
"Great. I'm on time. Crazy roomie guy I'd never met until now decided this would be the day he flooded the bathroom. Guy had shoulder-length hair and decided he'd shave it off in the shower, no trimming, no drain guard, no waiting until after he was out of the shower. I had to spend until about 10 minutes ago waiting for a plumber to come by."
"Sounds like quite the afternoon. C'mon, let's head in before the crowd gets too crazy."
The concert was really good, and Don enjoyed seeing Danny jump around, singing at the top of his lungs, though no one else noticed, as almost everyone else was doing the same. They planned to go to a diner after the concert when there was the sound of an altercation.
As the other people moved away from the fight, Danny was pushed into Don, who wrapped his arms around him to keep others at a distance, to keep Danny from smothering. What he didn't take into consideration was that prolonged contact with Danny would produce predictable results.
Danny felt the pressure against his back, causing him to turn to face Don, raising an eyebrow.
Just then, the police rushed in, pushing the crowd back even more, pushing Danny tightly against Don, letting Don feel that Danny was just as affected.
"Danny?"
Danny somehow maneuvered them into the payphone alcove, then replastered himself to Don.
"Don, am I dreaming?" he asked, hopefully.
Don tightened his hold on Danny, "You? Nah, I hope not. I...I've dreamt about you since you bumped into me and I returned your ID."
Danny stood up on tiptoes to press his lips gently and briefly to Don's. Don followed him away, catching his lips again. By the time they came up for air, the police had carted away the fighters, and they could actually reach the doors.
They shared the first leg of the journey, so they boarded the subway, standing chest to chest, Don holding on to an overhead bar, Danny holding onto Don and a vertical bar. Don buried his nose in Danny's hair, reveling in the smell of shampoo and Danny's musky scent. Danny had his nose buried in the same place he'd bumped it weeks ago, against Don's breastbone. Thankfully, the train was pretty empty, so no one bothered them. When they reached the station, they kept a hold on each other's hand, and when Don's train came, Danny gave him a hug and whispered that he'd be using his vibrator tonight. Don laughed, returning the hug.
Ma Flack was still awake, as she was a bit of a night owl and didn't need much sleep, so seeing her at the kitchen table at almost 12:30 wasn't surprising.
"Hi, Ma. I'm back, safe and sound," he said, sitting down opposite her.
"I heard about the fight at the concert, I was worried."
"It was pretty contained, and the crowd did a good job of keeping a perimeter until the cops came. I got stuck in the lobby for a while, but otherwise..."
"I still worry. Now, you look extremely happy for the first time in weeks. What changed?"
"I think I'm in love."
"Don't tell me you left that Danny alone while you chased a girl."
"No, I didn't leave him alone. Ma..."
She didn't look as shocked as he thought she would, "Well, be safe. I won't tell your father, that's up to you, when and how."
"Thanks, Ma. 'Night."
As soon as Danny entered his room, he started stripping, even before he closed the door all the way. He pulled out his toy and lube, flopping down on the bed. Stroking himself, he knew he was too close to bother with stretching, so he didn't lube up the toy. Picturing his boyfriend as he pulled away after their explosive kiss, he pinched his nipples. Grabbing his discarded undershirt, he stuffed part of it in his mouth to muffle his moans. Returning to stroking his arousal, he touched the tip of the vibrator to that spot behind his sack, turning it on low. He'd seen Don in a tight t-shirt once, as some twit girl had spilled soda on him at lunch last week, meaning he had to take off the sweatshirt he had on over it. Remembering how those arms felt around him, he moaned. Feeling it was too much, he put the vibrator aside, focusing on remembering the size and strength of those wonderful hands, pretending the hands playing with his arousal and sack were larger and smoother. He screamed his completion, falling asleep on top of his covers, still naked and cum-spattered.
Don headed to school early, as he wanted to catch Danny before classes. He didn't have class until 10, but Danny had a class at 9:15. Sitting in front of the Chemistry building, he saw Danny heading his way. He waved to him, holding up a pastry bag.
After Danny had settled in, Don leant over to whisper, "You wouldn't believe what I dreamt of last night. My little cat has claws. You tied my hands to the headboard, then ran your fingernails lightly all over my body. You didn't even have to touch my cock, I came as you pinched my nipples."
Danny's face got redder and redder, but given the shifts he'd made in his seat, he was obviously enjoying the image. When he regained the ability to speak, he quipped, "If I'm a cat, then what are you?"
"At turns, scratching post and mate."
Danny laughed, but said, "I'd love to keep talking about this, but class starts soon. Thanks for the danish." As he stood, he kissed Don chastely, but with tangible love. "Wanna go out to lunch? Meet me back here?"
Don agreed, and earned another kiss before Danny dashed off.
Don had a class that morning with Derek.
Before the professor arrived, Derek asked him, "So where were you last night? Lita was asking about you."
"Concert. I didn't get out until late because there was a fight in the lobby blocking the doors. I went straight home."
"Heard about that one. Was it any good?"
"Yeah, and I got a date."
"You dog!"
"Nah, went with a friend, we clicked, end of story."
"Ah, you'll have to let your admirer down softly."
"Why would I have to explain to Danny? He was there."
"Stop beating around the bush. You saying you hooked up with..."
"Danny's quite a good kisser."
Before Derek could respond, the Professor walked in.
Don arrived in front of the Science building a bit early, so he sat on the same bench as earlier. He was starting to regret telling Derek. Derek's mom worked with his dad, he didn't want his dad to know yet, or maybe ever.
Danny came bouncing up, breaking him out of his funk.
"Don, you're here! C'mon."
"Is this energy level my fault?"
"Yep, for some reason, my sugar highs last a really long time, though I did only finish the danish about an hour ago. The professor must have thought I was on speed," Noticing Don's worry, he changed the subject, "What's wrong?"
"I slipped and told Derek. His mom works with my dad, and my dad..."
"Yeah. Would you rather stay on campus? Maybe we should have the 'how much do we broadcast' talk."
"My dad, as you can probably tell, is completely against second chances. Ma actually weaseled it out of me when I got home last night, but she promised not to tell Dad. I'd like to be able to show affection in public, but...I don't want to mess things up, for you with the committee with crap public indecency charges, or me with Dad. So technically, I don't want us being on my Dad's bad side."
"Kinda hard, unless you think it will help if I explain my reasons to him for why I wanted the deal? He wasn't there for that part; it was in confidence with the counselor."
"Don't know. Maybe both of us go with Ma for Saturday lunch, you tell her, and she can tell Dad about my charming friend?'
"That's a workable plan. And your Mom seems nice."
"Right then, its settled. Hug you when I want, kisses in semi-private, show you off to Ma."
"Derek, about this morning, could you not spread it around, I want the chance to tell my parents in my own time."
"Sure, no problem. Not exactly sure about your taste, but hey, you didn’t like Carly much at first, so I can't complain."