Title: Short Fic Request
Author: stellaluna_
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Danny/Hawkes
Summary: Written for scifirogue_kane.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.


Danny seems to go boneless when he drinks too much; Hawkes has to practically hold him upright while he looks for a cab and then pour him into the backseat, and the whole way back to Hawkes' place, Danny is a dead weight against him. He slumps onto his shoulder, breath hot and damp against Hawkes' neck, humming to himself. Hawkes is prepared to shove him over to the other side of the seat if he starts to show any signs of imminent vomiting, but he doesn't think Danny has quite reached that stage yet -- and anyway, he's seen him drunk before, and knows that he can generally hold it in pretty well.

"Doc. Hey, Doc." Danny leaves off humming and whispers in his ear. "Hey, wanna examine me when we get back to your place?" He clutches at Hawkes' knee.

Hawkes makes a halfhearted attempt to peel him off. "I'm taking you back to your place, Danny. And then I'm going home. By myself."

"Yeah, whatever." Danny laughs softly -- no, giggles. That was definitely a giggle. "You know you ain't going nowhere once I get you inside." The clutch has become a clumsy caress, and his hand is starting to move higher, edging up Hawkes' thigh.

Hawkes shakes his head and turns to look out the window. "Home," he says again. "You can sleep it off, and I can get some peace and quiet."

He leans in even closer, and Hawkes thinks he can feel the tip of Danny's tongue touch his neck. "You want it and you know it."

Hawkes snorts, still looking out the window. "As if you could even get it up right now."

"Hey now, don't be like that." Danny traces a slow circle on the top of his thigh. "I'm a talented fellow."

"Yeah? Well, you're going to have to prove that."

"Damn right I will."

Hawkes puts a hand to his mouth so that Danny can't see his smile.