Title: The Dance
Author: Hoot
Fandom: CSI: NY
Spoilers: None
Rating: R
Pairing: Danny/Flack/Aiden
Warnings: language, threeway sex
Summary: It was only one dance.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. *sigh*
Notes: Another one for weisy. She wanted something with Danny/Flack/Aiden and I was more than happy to deliver for her. There might be a follow up to this. This is totally un-betaed. All mistakes are my own.


It was a bad fucking idea. Don had known that the moment Danny had suggested he join him and Aiden for a night on the town. He was going to end up a third wheel and miserable the entire night.

And that's just how it turned out. The two of them were on the floor, moving against each other and he was left at the bar. Watching like a voyeur and trying to pretend he wasn't jealous of the two of them. Because really, he wasn't.

At least, that's what he would tell anyone who asked. In all actuality, he was jealous of both of them. Aiden, well, Aiden was a beautiful woman. Had to be blind not to see it. Beautiful, but she had smarts and the attitude to wrap the package up.

But then there was Danny. Danny was something else entirely. Flack was straight as they came, but Danny made him reconsider things entirely. When the two of them worked together, it took everything Don had to concentrate on his work. Somehow he knew that Danny knew and that just worked to frustrate him even more.

Don looked back to the floor and felt a shiver run up his spine. Danny watched him intently over Aiden's shoulder and there was something in his eyes. Something dark and inviting and almost...demanding.

In spite of himself, he found his feet moving him away from the bar. At some point - he wasn't sure when because it felt like time had ground to a halt - Aiden had turned as well and was watching him with an expression to mirror Danny's. He was being drawn to the two of them. A moth and God damn if the two of them weren't the flame. He knew he had to get the hell out of there before they burned him, but he couldn't seem to will his body to go in the other direction.

Aiden reached for his hand and pulled him close. She was leaning back against Danny, now looking up at the newest member of the dance. One of Don's hands found it's way to Danny's hip, the other still held in Aiden's. Danny completed the circle of contact, his hand a little lower than Flack's hip. Much lower. And it was squeezing. It was at about that moment that Don's brain decided it was going to shut down on him. Which could have been a blessing. Thinking too much would have him running for the door for sure.

The three of them moved together, Aiden firmly between the two men. Flack wasn't quite sure what he should be doing, or where he should be putting his hands. He didn't know what the two of them had in mind and really he was a little nervous thinking about it. Not that he was usually modest, but this was Aiden and Danny.

Don wasn't sure when the three of them had made their way to one of the private rooms, but really it didn't matter. Not when clothes were being stripped and left unceremoniously on the dirty floor. He didn't have time to be modest. Aiden was kissing him hard, her hand stroking hard flesh and Danny...Danny was behind him, pressed against his ass.

He groaned and vaguely registered a soft laugh at his ear. Something was slipping into him - a finger, Danny's finger, he soon realized - and his brain screamed, Exit only! But when that finger curled and stroked a spot inside him, whatever was left of his brain decided to pack up and leave on vacation and he was lost to the two of them.

They moved him to the bed and he didn't argue. Aiden was on her back and Flack didn't hesitate before sinking into her. Danny was there again, fingers working their magic. Something in the pit of his stomach told him it could be so much better.

And it was. Don froze when he felt Danny position himself, pushing into him. He held Aiden tight as Danny slowly filled him. A breath shuddered and the first painful sensations slowly gave way into something that was not wholly uncomfortable. It felt better than he knew it should have and he wanted more.

It was all a blur after that. Don wasn't sure where one of them ended and the other began. Aiden writhed beneath him, well-manicured nails sliding over his skin. At some point Danny bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark that Don would find in the morning. When it was over, the three of them lay there, sweat slicked bodies tangled together with the music of the club pounding around them.

Aiden had a satisfied smile on her lips and she leaned up to kiss Flack hard. Danny's arm was draped over Don's side, fingers stroking Aiden's dark skin. "I think we need to do this more often."

Don snorted, twisting his body to look at the Italian. "Yeah. How about next time we do it somewhere other than on a bed that the entire world's used."

"Don't be a fuckin' priss, Flack." Aiden's lips curled into a smirk and she wriggled from under them, moving to pick her clothing from where it had been tossed.

The two men watched her, a hungry look in both sets of blue. Flack had been jealous that the two of them had hooked up. He hadn't imagined the two of them would drag him in. But he wasn't going to complain. He didn't think that one good fuck was going to lead to anything, but hey, he was going to take what he could get.

And if that meant the three of them in bed, well, he'd enjoy it as long as he could.