[The Persuaders] How to Flirt With a Man|
Saturday 1st January 2022
Summary: A double date goes wrong and Brett and Daniel end up alone.
Notes: Written for paperclipbitch
"How did that go so wrong?" Danny groused as they returned to Brett's apartment. While Brett went straight to the drinks cabinet, Danny threw his jacket in the direction of Brett's couch and headed to the kitchen.
"I don't know. We were dancing with Pamela and Patricia, we all turned round and then they were dancing with two other men."
While Brett spoke, and probably poured, Danny was checking Brett's cupboards.
"What are you doing?"
Having found what he was searching for, Danny put his head round the door. Brett had poured a drink and not moved from the spot by the drinks cabinet. "Making a sandwich." He held up the bread. "Do you want one?"
"No, thank you."
Danny returned to the kitchen, then Brett changed it to, "Actually, I think I will have a sandwich. Would you like a drink?"
"Definitely." Having started buttering the bread, Danny was still holding the knife when he looked back out into the living room. "Any particular filing?"
"Whatever I've got."
What he'd got was plenty and Danny set about making two rounds of sandwiches while he heard Brett pour another two drinks. With the question of refreshments out of the way, Danny returned to his grumbling. "It's a waste of a perfectly good evening."
In his frustration he shut the fridge door a little harder than he intended, and immediately Brett said, "Don't slam the fridge door."
Danny glanced over to see Brett in the doorway, holding two full glasses.
"There are some delicate things in there," Brett explained.
Frowning, Danny opened the fridge again to check. The jug was the only thing that Brett could possibly describe as delicate, so he picked it up. He was yellow, but when he sniffed it it smelled fine. All the same he said, "I think your milk's gone bad."
"Oh." Danny peered at again, then shook his head. You never could tell with Brett what he had about the place. It was part of his charm.
But he returned to his previous complaint. "What are we going to do now?"
"Well, Daniel, I imagine we'll eat a sandwich, have a few drinks and end up in bed."
The knife slipped out of his suddenly limp hand, to land on the plate with a clatter.
Brett sighed. "Careful of the silverware."
"I am." Although it had landed with the handle end on the now-buttered bread, which made picking it up more tricky. But Brett was avoiding the question Danny hadn't yet asked. "Did you suggest what it sounds like you suggested?"
"Bed?" Brett raised an eyebrow. "A place where people go to sleep. Although you may prefer a solid floor."
Danny narrowed his eyes. "That's it, just sleep?"
"What did you think I meant?"
"When you look that innocent, it's very hard to tell." Brett's expression didn't change. He was clearly planning on being inscrutable. Danny finished off the sandwiches while he considered his next move.
"I never look innocent," Brett protested.
Danny passed him a plate and took a glass in exchange. "No, you never are innocent. It's different."
Brett's reply was to turn around and seat himself on the couch. At this end of it. Of course Danny could sit anywhere, but there was only one place he wanted to sit. And find out whether Brett was talking about the one thing Danny hoped he was talking about.
He stepped over Brett's legs to end up siting next to him. He started on his sandwich and while still chewing shifted sideways on the couch to get a better view of Brett. "You chased those girls away."
"Of course not, Daniel, I wouldn't do such a thing." The innocent look was bad, which made him wonder. He hadn't seen Brett do anything and what could he do to turn those girls away from two handsome men? But the truth was, something had happened and they had chosen someone else in the end.
"Oh, so it's just bad luck, is it?" Danny never had bad luck like that before he met Brett.
"Must be." Brett ate his sandwich as if Danny wasn't in the room. Right next to him.
"And your bad luck too."
"If you say so." Brett shrugged.
Danny wasn't getting anywhere and he decided to take a gamble. "You English lords. This isn't how you flirt with a man."
"Isn't it? I rather thought it was working."
Danny blinked. He'd expected Brett to say it was a joke, same as every other time they'd skirted the topic. He watched Brett eat his sandwich for a few seconds, appearing to be entirely focused on chewing and not thinking about anything else.
Danny reached out blindly for his drink, found it and knocked it back. Then he took the plate from Brett's hand and before Brett could protest, Danny grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.
Afterwards, Brett looked smug. "I told you it was working."
"You..." But Danny couldn't find it in him to continue that. It wasn't what he wanted to do right now. "Get into the bedroom. I'll do something about that British reserve."
Brett grinned. "I think you'll find you have to work really hard to do that."
"You don't know what I'm capable of." Danny was never one to back away from a challenge.
"No." Brett dropped the innocent act and turned husky instead. "But I'm longing to find out."
That was it. Danny grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. He'd been intending to have a good night, but it was going to be even better than he had expected.
He didn't waste any time once they were in the bedroom and began removing Brett's clothes. His only dilemma was what to remove first when he wanted them all off. And Brett wore far too many layers.
Brett smiled at him, his eyes sparkling. "Having fun?" he asked, not helping in the slightest.
Having unbuttoned Brett's shirt, Danny found there was a t-shirt under it and groaned in frustration. "Why are you wearing so much?" He started on Brett's pants
"I wouldn't want to catch a chill. It is winter, you know."
"I don't know how you tell winter from summer in this place. It rains all the time."
Brett at least stepped out of his shoes so they were out of the way. "That's not true, it doesn't rain every day. Careful with that."
Danny paused in the process of flinging Brett's pants on the floor. Instead he flung them on a nearby chair. Brett could fold them later if it was so important.
Brett didn't, merely sighed and sat on the end of the bed.
"That's not helpful," Danny complained, having had designs on Brett's underpants.
"Isn't it?" The innocent look was back again as Danny came close enough for Brett to start on Danny's shirt. Unlike Danny's rush to deprive Brett of his clothes, Brett took his time, running his fingers along Danny's skin as he undid buttons.
It was undoing Danny. "I'm supposed to be doing something to you." It was a lot harder to make his voice sound normal than it had been earlier.
"We're both going to enjoy ourselves," Brett promised.
Once Danny was down to his underpants he had to do something to even the score. He pushed Brett by the shoulders so he ended up lying on the bed. He'd been intending to remove Brett's underpants, but he ended up sitting on Brett, found he liked it, and changed his mind.
He pushed Brett's t-shirt up and spent some time with his mouth on Brett's chest. Brett urged him on, but his voice was sounding more strained the lower Danny got. When he reached the offending underpants he removed them with a flourish - and then threw them on the floor. Without Brett protesting.
And when Danny put his mouth to good use, all Brett could manage were moans. Which got louder the longer he went on.
Once he'd finished Danny was smug. "I said you didn't know what I was capable of."
"Well." Brett coughed and still sounding hoarse said, "Now I do."
Satisfied he'd won, Danny flopped down on the bed beside Brett. He hadn't considered his next move beyond that but it turned out he didn't need to, because Brett leaned over and kissed him, soft and slow.
Danny was so caught up in it he didn't notice Brett removing his underpants, until Brett's hand was right where it needed to be. Then Danny made the kiss harder and deeper, until he needed to breathe. He lay back and sucked in deep lungfuls.
"Wouldn't you say that was a better evening than you would have had with Pamela or Patricia?" Brett was back to smug again.
Danny frowned and tuned onto his side. "So you did do something?"
"No." Brett shook his head. "But let's just say I was waiting for the right opportunity."
Danny narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't tell whether Brett had done anything. In the end he sighed. "It was a good evening," he admitted.
Brett grinned. "Are you going to stay the night? I can make it a good morning."
"Before breakfast?" Danny wondered, since there wasn't much Brett would do before breakfast.
"I wouldn't go that far."
Danny rolled his eyes. How had he gotten involved with someone like Brett? Oh, yeah, because he was fun to be around. And good looking. And was very good with his hands, it turned out. But Danny was pretty sure he could convince Brett to try something new before breakfast, for once.