Title: Reassurance
By: ebonyfeather
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Originally written for Porn Battle XI
Prompt: (CSI: NY) Danny/Don, Injury
Word Count: 385

Danny Messer heard the words over the radio and his heart stopped.

 

Officer down; requesting back up… Detective Flack…

 

Flack had been hurt, attacked by a suspect…

 

It was three long hours before Don was finally allowed home, having been checked out at the hospital. He had a mild concussion and a bandage on his left arm, but they both knew it could have been much worse. Danny drove him back to his house, promising that he would keep an eye on him, sending him to lie down as soon as they arrived. Don kept tight hold of Danny’s hand and tugged him down onto the bed along with him.

 

Don slipped his good arm around Danny, ignoring his protests that he didn’t want to hurt Don further. “You won’t; I’m fine. See? Just a scratch,” he teased.

 

Danny glared angrily at Don, all the worries of the past few hours coming to the surface.

 

“Don’t you dare make fun of me. I heard that call go out and I thought-” he shook his head, shook away the rest of that thought. “I was worried sick about you and you’re making stupid jokes?”

 

Don fisted his hand into Danny’s hair and pulled him down, crushing their mouths together in a rough kiss, pushing his way into Danny’s mouth. Shifting slightly, he hooked an ankle around Danny’s leg, drawing him close enough that he could feel Danny’s cock straining against the denim of his jeans. He raised his hips, pushing upwards and causing Danny to groan softly, grinding against him. Suddenly Danny climbed off the bed, stripping in record time, going back to relieve Don of his clothes. Pouncing on Don again he lowered his mouth to the other man’s once more.

 

Danny’s fingers explored, getting Don ready as his mouth moved down over the other man’s throat, nipping and sucking lightly.

 

“Enough. Danny, please. Now.”

 

Don gasped as Danny’s cock breached him, filling him slowly, inch by inch. He wrapped himself around Danny, forcing him in deeper and deeper with each stroke.

 

As Danny lay with Don in his arms a little later, he looked at Don’s bandaged-up arm and the wound on his head. He pulled Don closer to him, reassured that his lover was there, that he was alright, and closed his eyes.

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