Title: Santa Suit
By: Dr FooFoo
Pairing: Danny/Don
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bases upon prompt #77 - Santa Suit.

Now... Flacky's a nice guy, right? Occasionally, he likes to do nice things and give back to the community, sort of. One chilly December evening, he was sitting on his ass in the NYPD precinct, completely dressed up in a full-out, red and fluffy... Santa suit. Because he's just such a nice guy and decided to humiliate himself for the sake of the rest of the police force.

...

Okay, Aiden dared him.

Anyway, people were coming by in between the punch bowl and secret Santa, and poking at him and asking for random things such as a month vacation, and generally being asses. In fact, Flack was kind of getting pissed off in general, about the whole thing, and was about ready to kick someone in the crotch.

Then, however, a crotch conveniently appeared in his line of vision and he. Well, he recognized it, of course. You don't spend several hours a day staring at a particular crotch and *not* recognize it... It was Danny, anyway, wearing the biggest, stupidest grin Flack had ever seen, and he turned around and plunked himself right down on Flack's knee.

"Heeeey... Santa..." Danny slurred with a giggle, and yep. Definitely shit-faced. Flack just sighed a little and shook his head and nudged at Danny to try and get him to go away. But no, no, that wasn't on Danny's agenda. He smiiiiiled and leaned his face in real close; right up next to Flack's ear.

"Know what I want for Chrissshhmas?"

And Flack had to hear this.

"Your... cock. In my mouffsh..." Danny snorted and licked a sloppy line from Flack's ear to his chin, and Flack shivered. Even drunk, Danny was damn hot. He wasn't sure how much he trusted him at the moment, though, regarding his last request, but Flack had ways to make up for that... He held onto Danny and stood up, then pulled out his cellphone (yes, Santa has a cellphone) and called a local cab company and told them to come pick him up.

Danny, meanwhile, was about to fall over, and leaned on Flack for support. He was also trying desperately to make out with Flack, but... well, they were at the office, after all, and... dude, Mac was staring at them.

The cab arrived soon and Flacky dragged Danny outside and back to his apartment. Where they made sweet, sweet... drunken... love. For hours. Until Danny passed out.