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Title: The Fourteen Days of Valentine's Day 2013: Day Twelve
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (movieverse)
Pairing: Donald and Timothy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 2680
References/Spoilers: Can't think of any.
Disclosure: I wish they were mine. Alas, they are not, so I'm just taking them out for a spin with thanks to the men who created them and the actors who brought them to life.
Summary: Farley comes home and Don and Timmy spend a cozy evening in.
Author's Note: I'll be posting one a day until Donald and Timothy make it to Valentine's Day.




Candy Apple

Timmy had a meeting he couldn't get out of, so I headed over to the animal clinic to spring Farley. He was being released with one of those upside-down lampshade things around his neck to keep him from messing with his incision, which was not making him happy. He looked at me as if he expected me to do something about his pitiful circumstances, now that I had him on his leash and was leading him on a slow walk out of the slammer. I felt guilty about not being his buddy and taking the damn thing off. If someone put that on me, I'd probably be pissed off, too. But this was my taste of parenting where you don't get to be a friend, you have to be a parent.

Made me happy all over again to be childless. This shit was tiring enough with a dog.

What made me the happiest, though, was that with the proper rest and care, he was going to be fine. I hoped I never was within swinging distance of John Phillips. The son of a bitch hit my partner and shot my dog. I wonder if they'd even arrest me for beating the shit out of him? That oughtta be in the law somewhere along with being allowed to shoot someone you catch in bed with your wife. Actually, I'm not sure where that's legal anymore, either. If it was, it would really take a bite out of my divorce case business.

I had moved the seat as far forward as it would go on the passenger side, and I carefully guided Farley into the back seat. He stretched out there and then gave me a forlorn look over his shoulder, as much as to say, "You're really going to make me wear this thing in public?"

Sorry, pal.

We went straight home, since I didn't want to leave Farley in the car and have some dumb ass who was intrigued with him tapping on the car window or riling him up. He's ordinarily pretty mellow and likes people, but I can't recall a time I was coming home from the hospital when I felt like making nice with strangers, either.

Before picking him up, I had gone insane at PetSmart. Timmy would give me a hard time about it, but he was no better. I had a "crate" for when we had to leave Farley alone. It was a really big metal cage with a nice dog mattress in it, blankets around the perimeter so he didn't run into the metal if he did move around, and it was set up by the fireplace. I'd had to screw with the furniture a bit, but I made it work. I put his bed in our room. Timmy wasn't going to be thrilled with that, because that would mean we'd have to be on our good behavior for a couple nights. Farley thinks that when we have sex, it's some kind of fun new game he should be part of. Nothing like a 200-pound Mastiff deciding he should "hop up on the bed" and join his daddies in that strange game of naked wrestling.

I had a feeling he might be crated for a brief stint here and there while we had a little fun over Valentine's Day, but I wanted us all to be able to sleep easy, and we wouldn't do that if we were worried about him in another room during the early days of his recovery.

For now, though, I hoisted him up on the couch and sat there with him, his head in my lap, feeding him a couple treats. The only way it would have been more perfect is if Timmy was sitting there with his arm around me. But he'd be home in a while, and the men of the Strachey-Callahan household would spend a quiet evening in together.

Since Farley was under my close watch, I let him out of the collar for a while. That seemed to relax him even more. Even though I was likely to nod off while we made do with daytime television, my arm was around his neck, and he wouldn't be able to reach his incision without waking me up.


Don had called me before lunch to tell me he had Farley home safe and sound, and that he was going to stay home with our big hairy four-legged child. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to walk in and find man and dog snoring on the couch together. I had vainly hoped perhaps dinner would be started, maybe even martinis chilling. Instead, the kitchen was cold, dark, and still.

Farley had the good manners to at least raise his head and look at me. I petted him a few times and kissed the top of his head. It was good to have him home, to know he was going to be all right.

I knew how to wake Don up. I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, and slipped my hand down between his legs to wake something else up at the same time. His mouth responded, as did other parts of his anatomy.

"Whoa, that's a nice way to wake up," he said, giving me a nice smile. "Oh, shit, what time is it? I was gonna make you dinner."

"You still can. Why don't you get Farley situated in his crate for a little while?" I still hadn't taken my hand off his crotch, and he was getting harder by the moment.

"I can do that."

I left him to it while I hung up my coat. "Don't forget his collar," I called to Don, who was working on that very thing when I came back into the room.

"Sorry, old man," he said to Farley. "I'll spring you after dinner, buddy." Farley seemed happy to lounge in his new enclosure. And why not? I noticed it sported a nice new dog bed mattress, blankets, and several toys that didn't look familiar. I began to wonder which one of us he'd bought more Valentine gifts for this year.

"C'mere, sexy," I said, pulling him into the kitchen and shoving him (albeit gently) against the wall, kissing him like I meant business, and handling him through his jeans. He had a long-sleeve Henley on, a medium blue that brought out his blue eyes and fit the contours of his chest like a glove. There were times he looked so damned edible that I had to have him. This was one of those times.

By the time I unzipped his jeans, he was hard and so was I.

"All the stuff's upstairs," he said, breathless.

"No it's not," I corrected. Then I pulled open the kitchen drawer of odds and ends, reached way to the back of it and retrieved the tube.

"God, Timothy, do you have every room prepared?"

"Is that a complaint?" I challenged, though I kept my tone playful and he knew it. "Because we can stop if you're not interested."

"If you don't fuck me now, I'll divorce you."

"We can't have that happen two days before our anniversary. Besides, we'd have to have a custody battle for Farley."

"And now that it's legal, it's too much fucking paperwork."

"Exactly." I kissed him again and we wrestled to get each other's pants at least partway down. "Spread 'em, Strachey," I whispered in his ear. I knew he was about as turned on as he could get right then, and I actually felt a shudder.

"Holy shit," he gasped, turning around and leaning on the counter. He didn't need a lot of preparation, and if I'd spent a lot of time on that, he'd have come before we got started. I lubed him up as much as I thought I dared, and then coated myself well, and just made sure I slid into him gently, giving him a chance to adjust.

"Damn it," I cursed.


"I got lube on my tie."

"You could take your tie off, Mr. Callahan," he said, laughing.

"No time," I replied, flipping the tie over my shoulder and starting a spirited rhythm of thrusts that had him clawing at the counter for a grip, moaning and gasping my name. That shirt was really molded to his beautiful back now that he was getting sweaty. I slid my hands under it in the front and rubbed and pinched his nipples. I didn't stroke his erection just then because I wanted this to last a bit. It was so hot and intense and raw and spontaneous that I didn't want it to ever end.

I sucked a sweet spot on his neck and left my mark there, and finally had mercy on him and stroked him in time with my thrusts until he was coming, shouting, crying out, and the feeling of his orgasm drove me over the edge, too. I slowly pulled out of him, hugging him from behind, letting my very sated and happy cock nestle between his cheeks.

"Fuck," he gasped, still breathing hard.

"I would if I could," I replied, and he laughed at that.

"Oh my God, that was good."

"Are you awake now?" I teased.

"Hell, yes." He tugged his pants up and I zipped myself back up. I hugged him and put both my hands on his ass and squeezed.

"Have I told you lately what a hot ass you have?"

"Not in so many words, but I kinda got the feeling you liked it just now."

"This shirt looks really good on you. Those jeans fit nicely, too."

"You're a bad boy, Timothy. Leading me astray like this."

"Sometimes I can't get over how gorgeous you really are."

"Likewise, sweetheart," he replied, his face even a bit more flushed at the praise.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Kind of, yeah. Let's just order a pizza."

"Works for me. Maybe we should clean up and change."

"If you insist. I have a feeling it won't be the first time we'll have to clean up tonight."

"Sweet talker."


We washed up and got into some old sweats, ordered a pizza, built a fire, and let Farley out of his crate. We were committed to being on our reasonably good behavior. Timmy had noticed the dog bed in our room; he'd just smiled and said it was good to have our big baby home. I grabbed a futon cushion out of the basement and we camped out in front of the fire with Farley and all ate our dinner together. Farley ate mostly dog food, but I caved in and let him have some little bits of meat off the pizza. Timmy sat close to me, his arm around me, feeding me and kissing me. I was in heaven. Surrounded by love and cozy by the fire, I couldn't think of a better place to be.

"I'm so lucky," he said, kissing my cheek again. It's not that Timmy doesn't tell me sweet things, doesn't hold me or kiss me a lot. But there was something going on.

"Everything okay?" I asked, popping a piece of sausage in his mouth. He stroked Farley's head and sat there quietly a moment.

"A man came in today to meet with Senator Platt about hate crime legislation."

"Always an upper," I said, taking his hand. I had a feeling Timmy was in on that meeting, and he always cared about people's pain, what they'd been through.

"His partner was murdered two years ago. They'd been together fifteen years. He walked to a neighborhood party store to get a few things, and he was jumped by teenagers. Teenagers. His head injuries were severe enough to be fatal a few days after the attack." Timmy sighed. "It's not that I haven't heard horror stories like this before..."

"They don't get easier to hear," I said. "Guess this was a good evening to have a safe, cozy night in with our motley little family, huh?"

"Yeah, perfect." He hugged me. "Just like you."

"I've got a long way to go to get to perfect."

"Not for me. You're there, my love. I don't think I could live through something like that happening to you."

"I get into some scrapes but I always seem to get through it somehow. I've got a good reason to," I added, snuggling against him. Farley eased closer to us and managed to get his big head between us like a child who wants to get in the middle of his parents' hug. We both petted him and said goofy dog things to him. "I know that guy's story was awful, and hard to hear, but it's not us, honey. We're together, and we're gonna stay that way until we're old and saggy."

"He wants Senator Platt and some other legislators to raise awareness about hate crimes and call for tougher penalties."

"And you're probably going to get right in the middle of making that happen, aren't you?"

"Probably," he admitted, smiling.

"Don't move. I have to get your present." I got up and hurried upstairs. I pulled the shopping bag from the back of the closet and pulled out the box wrapped in white paper with red hearts on it. Bless the store that wrapped it for me. I couldn't wait to see if Timmy liked it. I thought he'd look beautiful in it...find something he doesn't look beautiful in. The color had made me hesitate a bit, but he likes to make fashion statements, and he always looks gorgeous when he does.

I rejoined him by the fire and handed him the package.

"Wow, what a package!"

"That's what all the men tell me," I quipped. Timmy laughed, and I was glad to see him feeling cheerier. "The store had wrapping services. I couldn't make it look like this."

"I love everything you ever wrap for me." He started divesting the box of its paper, then took the lid off and I held my breath. I usually didn't get him adventurous clothes. I stuck with things I knew how to pick out. Dress shirts, the occasional overpriced tie, a sweater. This was a sweater, but it was a "Strawberry" colored sweater. That's what the saleswoman said when I was standing there in the store, unable to figure out if this deep pink cashmere v-neck sweater was right for Timmy. But it was Valentine's Day, after all...

"Well?" I asked.

"Don, I love it! It's beautiful! This color is amazing. I'll wear it on Valentine's day, under my sport coat. What made you choose this color?"

"I just liked it and everything looks beautiful on you, so I figured since you didn't have one this color..." I shrugged.

"Honey, it's wonderful. I love it." He gave me a big kiss, then tucked the sweater safely in its box before Farley could get his damp jowls on it.

"I love you."

"I love you more," he said.

"Oh, no," I replied, laughing. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down with me. We held and kissed each other and gently tussled with our big old pooch, who was on the road to recovery. There were a lot of ugly things out there in the world, but they were locked outside our house, and we were surrounded with love and warmth and forever.

Date: 2013-02-13 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I would if I could." Ha ha ha - LOLed at that one!

I'm so glad Farley is home with the boys.

Date: 2013-02-14 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Timmy's nothing if he's not accommodating. ;-) Yes, Farley belongs home with his daddies.

Date: 2013-02-13 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Again such a sweet installment!I love how Don dotes on Farley and what efforts he makes to spoil the dog!He might be perceived as the "tough one"in this family but when it comes to Timmy and Farley he is just anything than tough.So sweet!

Date: 2013-02-14 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes, Don is solid marshmallow when it comes to those he loves (both two- and four-legged!). Glad you liked it!

Date: 2013-02-14 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Real men wear pink! Rah!!!

Date: 2013-02-14 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Something tells me Timmy would love to pull a fashion statement like that, especially on Valentine's Day. ;-)

Date: 2013-02-14 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This made me so happy. The love and warmth comes through as does the humor and how Don and Timmy are so comfortable with each other. Glad to see Farley home where he belongs.

Date: 2013-02-14 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They do have a sweet, happy little family among the three of them. :-) Thank you for the comments! I appreciate it.

Date: 2013-02-15 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I am sure sexy Don with the beautiful blue shirt loves Timmy┬┤s unique way to wake him and loves Timmy preparing all the rooms with lube, LOL. I am glad Farley is home with his daddies again and very spoiled by them. I love how tough PI Donald Strachey is such a sweetheart when it comes to his Timmy and Farley and I really appreciate your realistic view to the sad things in live and love Timmy saying:
""Not for me. You're there, my love. I don't think I could live through something like that happening to you."
Thank you for writing!!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2013-02-15 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You should always be prepared! :-) Don is a sweetie underneath it all--I imagine a lot of that comes from Chad's own nature coming through in his character. Thanks for your comments!

Date: 2013-02-16 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I imagine a lot of that comes from Chad's own nature coming through in his character"

That is what I am thinking too :-)


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