Title: Standard Lines
By: sophiesly
Pairings: Danny/Flack
Rating: PG13-ish
Warnings: Slash (kissing and nearly-sex!), mild swearing (the f-word!) and drunkenness.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, this would happen a lot more.
Summary: "Flack's about as subtle as a punch in the face when he's drunk and Danny's finding it difficult to resist him anymore"
Author's Note: First fic in a bit. I hope it's not too obvious that I've never actually been drunk before, or been seduced by a drunk person. The title has very little to do with the fic and the ending sucks, because I lost energy. Loosely proof-read.

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Two hours and well over twice as many beers later, Danny was beginning to realise that asking Flack out for a drink when he had something on his mind wasn't a good idea. Because Flack wasn't the best person at confronting what was bothering him - or he just didn't want to share it with Danny, which seemed more likely - so he got drunk instead. Whilst Danny understood that sometimes washing a problem away in a wave of beer was a good plan of action, allowing Flack to get drunk wasn't.

It wasn't that Flack was an angry drunk, or a destructive drunk, or a sad drunk, or even a slightly crazy drunk. No, it wasn't that at all. It was that, when drunk, Flack became more like himself but without the inhibitions - therefore he became possessive and straightforward and flirtatious all at once.

Danny, thankfully, could hold his liquor better than Flack. Or he could keep his mouth shut when he was drunk, which was just as good.

The problem was, Flack had been bought up in a long line of law enforcement officers. He had been bred into the profession, and as such he had the same blunt personality that all policemen seemed to have, the abrasive anger and sarcastic humour. He had never been conditioned to be tactful or silent, and as a result when he was drunk his mouth just became that little bit looser and everything inside his head came pouring out as it appeared. Flack could easily be the founding father of the age old tradition of waking up with a hangover and a stranger draped over your chest, simply because in a drunken state if he found someone worthy of a quick fuck he would tell them exactly that.

Which was precisely what he was busy telling Danny, in very certain terms.

"Fuck Messer. I could really screw you right about now"

Danny merely nodded and laughed and sipped his beer, playing along, only because he knew that they'd get as far as Flack's apartment and the detective would pass out anyway.

"No, I mean it" Flack reached out and grabbed Danny's wrist, the movement sluggish and uncoordinated and yet he somehow still managed to wrap thin fingers around the point where Danny's pulse beat the strongest.

"Maybe you should think this over" Danny said mildly, even though the intimacy of cool hands wrapped around the most sensitive point of his arms was making him shiver. "Y'know, when you're not a beer away from hanging onto the sidewalk"

Flack laughed muzzily "what are you talking about Messer. M'not drunk!"

"Right. These four beers just magically disappeared then, I get it"

Still feigning cool, Danny took another sip of his beer, feeling it souring already on the back of his tongue like acid. He cast a quick glance outside and noticed that it was dark, pitch-black-midnight-dark, lit only by the orange glow of the streetlamps and the moving white pinpoints of car headlamps. It was getting late, already encroaching onto morning hours, and even though he didn't have work tomorrow he didn't want to stumble home at 6am not having slept.

Movement near the soft skin covering his veins made him turn back round, and when he did Flack was watching him with those startlingly bright cobalt eyes, his expression sly

"C'mon Messer" he slurred uneasily "don't make me seduce you"

Danny laughed at this, but he picked up the shiver in it as Flack's thumb brushed over the hyper-sensitive skin of his wrist, in tiny hypnotic circles that made him want to pounce and push all 6 foot 2 inches of Flack onto the floor of the bar and…

He shook his head to clear the thought, covering it with a laugh and feigning disbelief.

"I think it's time to go, Don" he said gently, suggesting more than ordering.

Flack released Danny's wrist - thank God, because it was really distracting - and leaned back with a wide self-assured grin, like the Cheshire cat only a touch more menacing in ways that made shivers crawl along Danny's spine. Goddamn. Flack was such a crafty bastard when he wanted to be, and he might be as subtle as a punch to the face when he was a drunk but he could still be seductive in that no-nonsense way that Danny could barely resist anymore.

Because lord help him there was just something about the way Flack drawled 'I want to screw you' that made him seriously contemplate giving in.

Not that he wouldn't if Flack was sober, but he really didn't want to wake up tomorrow morning to a punch in the face if he could help it. Getting involved with people when they were drunk was risky, Danny knew that from back in his Tanglewood days when he'd wake up with a complete stranger in new territory, feeling awkward and vile and inexplicably threatened. Alcohol took away whatever made this kind of thing 'safe', and he didn't really want to get involved with a Flack without his usual inhibitions if he could help it.

"C'mon" he repeated gently, standing and tugging on Flack's arm to provoke him to stand up "time to get out of here, my friend, before you take a dive onto the floor"

Flack smirked, that thin-lipped display of amusement playing about his face "my place or yours?"

"Well let's start with yours and see how we go, yeah?"

"Like how you think Danny. Less'go"

They were talking about two different things, of course, but Danny found himself amused by the exchange all the same. He was safe in the knowledge that come tomorrow morning, Flack would wake up with a very deep dark void where these past three beers had been, and would carry on more or less as normal around Danny. The idea that Danny was the only one who would remember this made him feel disappointed and rather smug at the same time, as if he was being gradually let in on some huge celestial secret.

He paid for the beers and turned in time to see Flack about to take a particularly inelegant sprawl across the bar. Obviously nobody had informed the detective that after four beers, your legs quite happily rolled into submission - usually when you tried to use them.

Whether it was because people ordinarily fainted or died in his job, Danny would never know, but he somehow managed to launch himself across the room in time to stop Flack having a very personal meeting with the floor. This was easier said than done, owing to the fact that Flack had about five inches on Danny, and was heavier than a lead weight with the effects of the alcohol. Still, he somehow managed to wedge himself under Flack's shoulder and push the taller man upright through sheer force alone, and began walking him carefully towards the door.

Sadly, there was a problem with this plan. Danny could feel the heat from Flack's skin across his shoulders, and all the way down his body, warming him against the New York chill that nipped at him as the pair made their way outside. Even despite the breeze and the underlying scents of the city, Danny could smell leather and aftershave, so heavy he could drown in it, that scent unique to Flack that he had got hints of when the detective leaned too close or threw his arm around Danny's shoulder in a display of easy friendship.

"Couldn't keep your hands off me, eh Messer?" murmured Flack, his breath warming Danny's ear and so close to a purr it was almost scary.

"Yeah, yeah" Danny tried to hide the full shiver by concentrating on being as blunt and sarcastic as always. "I was just stopping you from taking a dive onto the floor in there"

"Sure you were"

Afterwards, Danny was never quite sure how Flack did it. Inebriated Flack, drunk up to the eyeballs, who Danny was helping to carry away from the bar. Flack who, by all rights, shouldn't have even been able to string together a sentence properly, let alone move faster than Danny could comprehend.

One minute he was walking Flack unsteadily along the sidewalk, trying to cope with the weight pressing down on his shoulders. The next he was slammed against the wall so hard it almost hurt, and before he could react Flack was there practically devouring his mouth in a sudden burst of aggressive passion and scalding heat, and shell-shocked neurons firing back into life with little sparks of electricity.

Flack kissed exactly like Danny thought he would, and later he'd remember to be surprised that the Flack of his fantasies, the one in darkened alleyways and sudden bursts of lust and passion and movement, would turn out to be exactly as he imagined him. Right from the way his tongue worked it's way into Danny's mouth to the way Flack was pressing Danny into the wall with his body, his hand tipping Danny's head upwards for easier access as if he was just there to take from Danny.

Danny should have fought back. Should have. Could have. He knew deep down that Flack would stop if he protested enough, and that they probably shouldn't get into this in a public place when Flack was well and truly drunk, and that it'd be awkward tomorrow…

But damn it felt so good. Exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, to have the solid searing-hot weight of Flack holding him against the wall so he couldn't escape, couldn't get away from the situation even if he wanted to. The total loss of control was unnerving, the sort of thing he ordinarily avoided, and the fact that Flack was simply taking free reign of Danny's mouth was the kind of thing that should have made him push the detective away. He would have if this was anyone else.

Only this wasn't anyone else. This was Flack. The guy who he had wanted ever since he first saw him. His friend, and it sounded trite but he had complete trust in Flack because of that fact. All the times Flack had helped him out when he was down…

Reluctantly, Danny moved his mouth away from Flack's, taking the detective's lower lip in his mouth and sucking on it gently, getting a shudder for his efforts and a hand sliding through his hair.

"Fuck, Danny…"

Danny opened his eyes. Flack was watching him, looking kiss-bruised and rumpled, his cobalt eyes a shade darker than usual, his expression one of lust and something else… wonder? Surprise? Possessiveness? Maybe it was all of them.

"I knew there was something better you could do with that mouth of yours, Messer" Don's smirk was smug, but it was familiar.

"Well you weren't doing so bad there when you stuck your tongue down my…"

Flack practically growled and pounced again, claiming Danny's mouth in a blaze of poorly-disguised lust, his tongue doing more of those aforementioned fantastic things - and how the guy retained any of this when he was drunk, Danny would never know. Somehow, Flack managed to get a knee between Danny's legs, pressing against him in the most delicious way, a hand creeping underneath the hem of his shirt.

Danny broke away instantly, his breath coming in gasps, his body screaming at him to go further, Flack's thigh still pressing against a rapidly hardening erection. But he still had his common sense, as muzzy as it may have been then, and it seemed to know better. He wanted this, but he didn't want it here, in an alleyway with Flack when the man couldn't even walk unaided anymore.

"Whass'wrong?" Flack's eyes were becoming vaguely unfocused, half-lidded and Danny shivered again at the predatory look in them.

"You're drunk"

Flack lowered his head, licking Danny's neck "no I'm not"

The warm trail spreading along thin, vulnerable skin made Danny shiver, but he carefully raised his hand and pushed Flack away slightly, ignoring the detective's protests.

"Come on, let's get you home" Danny said, in a voice that wasn't quite a suggestion anymore "we can pick this up again when you're not drunk out of your skull, yeah?"

Flack eyed him carefully, as if he was considering whether to pounce again or to back off, and for one terrible moment Danny was beginning to think that the detective was about to ignore him and surge forwards again. Then Flack reluctantly stepped away with a nod.

"Alright Messer" he slurred "I'll hold you to that"

"Looking forward to it" Danny asserted, and it wasn't a lie "now, let's get a taxi and get you back. You need to go to sleep or you'll really be feeling this tomorrow"

Flack remained compliant as Danny carefully reinstated himself under Flack's arm, holding the detective up and simultaneously revelling in the warmth of Flack's body as he helped Flack along the road. His body was already cooling down slightly, disappointed, but he found himself grinning insanely all the same.

Who knew, maybe Flack would take him up on the offer tomorrow? And if he didn't, Danny always could initiate things this time round, right?

FIN

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