FIC: Small Town 6/7 (Sports Night AU)

[ashinae]

Small Town: A Sports Night AU - chapter 6
by ashinae and linden_jay
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The blanket was on the floor but Dan wasn't cold because Casey was a furnace. His very own personal furnace, even through the clothes he'd worn when they fell asleep. They'd both probably regret sleeping on the couch like this later--they certainly weren't twenty anymore--but Dan didn't trust the possibility of having Casey horizontal in bed with him. They had to wait. It would only be a few days before they were home.

But Casey was warm. Ridiculously warm. Dan wasn't fully awake yet, and somehow in sleep they'd both moved enough that Dan's face was very close to Casey's neck, and Casey smelled good, and it was just so easy to move his lips against Casey's skin.

Casey was having a dream. He was trapped in some kind of box, and it was very uncomfortable, and there was barely room for him to extend his arms out to the side or above his head. It kept shrinking in on him, because he was too old to grow any more, and the tighter it got, the more scared he was, and the harder he tried to push against the walls. And then the sides just fell away, and there was Danny, and there was obviously some kind of metaphor there, but it didn't explain why he was sitting on the floor or why there was a German Shepherd licking at his neck... wait. Neither of them had a German Shepherd. He opened his eyes, just a little, and sighed. Danny.

Dan wrapped his arms tighter around Casey, wriggling until he was pressed hip-to-hip with him, and pressed kisses over his neck. He felt too good to be real, but here he was. What was Dan doing, telling Casey they had to wait? That wasn't just punishment for Casey--it was punishment for both of them, and maybe it was stupid. Really stupid. At least he hadn't said they couldn't get it on for six months or something ridiculous like that, but still--waiting? What was he thinking?

"Casey," he whispered, rocking his hips very slowly and deliberately.

Casey murmured something that didn't really sound like a word, but definitely sounded very pleased with what was going on. Talk about nice ways to wake up... and he'd always said he wasn't a fan of morning sex... or morning shenanigans. Whichever this was.

Dan licked around the shell of Casey's ear, smiled, and said, "When we get home, I'm going to make you feel so good you're never going to want to get out of bed. You know that, right?"

"Have I mentioned that I am really, really looking forward to getting home?" Casey murmured back, certain parts of him a lot more awake than others.

"I'm looking forward to getting your dick in my mouth." Dan's face felt a little warm. He wasn't sure he was allowed to actually talk to Casey like this. But then, if that was the case, who made up a dumb rule like that?

Was Dan allowed to say things like that? Casey wasn't entirely sure he was... and yet he really, really didn't want Dan to stop. "I... so am I, especially now that you mentioned it," he said, his voice sounding strained.

"You have no idea how much I want to suck you off." Dan's voice was so quiet that if he hadn't been speaking right next to Casey's ear, it was possible Casey wouldn't be able to hear him. And it was better that way, really, because it meant maybe Casey couldn't see all the colour rising to his face. "Or how much I want to shove you down, climb on top of you, and..." He swallowed hard and rocked his hips forward again. Yes.

Oh. My. God. "Danny, you're killing me," Casey whispered desperately, rocking back to meet Dan, his hips moving automatically, because if he didn't move, he was going to die.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about you fucking me," Dan said all in one breath. He slipped one hand under Casey's head, the other going up to clutch at cushion under them. "I might die if you ever found out how many times I've jerked myself off thinking about your dick inside me."

Casey felt the hair rise up along his arms, along the back of his neck, shivering as Dan kept whispering in his ear. "You want that? Me... me inside you?" He couldn't say it--couldn't even imagine it, except yes, yes he was, and now he was in serious danger of coming in his pants.

Dan swallowed hard, and nodded, but remembered that they weren't looking at each other. His lips moved against Casey's ear, but he couldn't form words just yet. He reached down, found Casey's hand, and moved it to his ass. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I want you so damned much, Casey. I want you to fuck me, so hard you make me scream."

Casey's hand pressed in hard against Danny's ass, lips parting with a completely dirty and porn-star influenced moan. "Dan... Dan, Danny, I can't... oh God, I want you so fucking badly," he whispered, hoarse and desperate and so close to coming he could barely stand it.

With a soft moan, Dan shoved his hips back against Casey's hand, then forward again, feeling his cock against Casey's even if they were separated by a few layers of fabric. Goddamn, Casey felt so good. "You'll get to fuck me when we get home." He licked Casey's neck. "And you're not going to be able to stop thinking about my ass till then. I promise." Okay, so maybe he was slightly evil.

Dan's promise probably meant more of this. More talking, more listening to Dan whisper dirty, dirty things in his ear. Casey might not survive to make it home. As it was, Dan had finished him off for the present. One last hard rock of his hips and he let out a yell, cock rubbing right against Dan's through his pants as he came.

Dan smiled even as he gasped, shifted, pressed himself against Casey's thigh and rocked against him not unlike a frantic teenager. He lifted his head and stared down at him, saying his name over and over.

"Danny... Dan, yes, c'mon, yes," Casey gasped, staring up at his face and dear God, why didn't they do this when they were teenagers and Casey could get it up again in no time because just from looking at Dan's face right now, he wanted to come.

Casey's hand. Dan was painfully aware of Casey's hand. It was big and warm and there, right there--and so was he. Just a little more--a little--and suddenly it was all too much. Dan groaned as he came, too. In his boxers, up against Casey's thigh. Later, he'd have to wonder why the hell he never jumped Casey when they were seventeen.

Casey wasn't usually one for enjoying being messy or sticky, but right now, oh, right now, he just couldn't care less about that part because he was pretty sure he'd never felt better. He reserved the right to revise his opinion once they got back home though.

Dan slumped against Casey, head on his shoulder, panting and spent and feeling heavy and happy. "Casey."

He groaned and wrapped both arms around Dan's body, slipping his hands down to his ass again as soon as he had. "You're... wow. You're wow."

Dan groaned and wriggled, then fell still again. "I like your hands," he mumbled.

"My hands?" Casey smiled. "I like that you like an individual part of me. Or parts, I suppose is more accurate."

"Hands feel good," Dan added.

"Touching you felt good."

"You made me come in my shorts."

"Me too. I mean, you made me," Casey said. "And you have other shorts."

"You didn't seriously just bring one set of clothes with you, did you?"

*

Dan hung up the phone and and turned to Casey. "Natalie wants to know how many times we've had sex."

"Did you ask her how many times we've had sex in her brain?" Casey asked. Because right now they hadn't had sex nearly enough times for Casey... since the number was zero.

"She thinks we must have surely had sex at least twice by now," Dan said, "and at that point I had to change the topic."

"Well, that's in Natalie-world. Did you tell her that in Dan-world, there is a plan?" A plan which might have been killing Casey just a little bit.

"Actually, I did," Dan said. "She thinks the plan is stupid."

"She does, does she? And I suppose she's had Jeremy, Dana, and Sam weigh in on your plan?"

"Yeah." Dan leaned against the wall. "They think I'm punishing you."

"Aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, what's their problem with the plan?" Casey asked.

"That I'm also punishing me by not having sex."

"Well... that's kind of an unavoidable byproduct of the plan, isn't it? I could try and talk you out of it, but considering that I'm currently being punished, I have a feeling that would be a mistake on my part."

"It probably would," Dan said. "I just don't want my first time with you to be in this hell-hole."

"And I don't want my first time... first time to be here either," Casey said. "I didn't like Halifax the last time I was here."

"Why didn't we follow Dana to Ontario for university?"

"Because we went on that school... thing to the University of Western Ontario, and a Western girl scared you so badly you refused to ever enter the province again."

"Oh. Right. Yeah, she was scary. She was wearing socks with her sandals."

"Which is just wrong on so many levels," Casey said. "Then there was the girl who climbed into your sleeping bag and didn't take gay for an answer."

"God! Don't remind me!"

"You asked why we didn't go to Ontario for university!"

"You need to learn when I have obviously lost my mind."

"I'm working on this! I really am," Casey promised. "I'm just... really bad at it in some respects."

"All right," said Dan, and sat down next to Casey, pressed up against his side. "I just unpacked all of this. And look. Boxes again."

"Remember how I was writing up an announcement for the paper saying that I needed a roommate?" Casey said, leaning against Dan. "I never sent it in. I couldn't send it in."

"Good," said Dan. "I'd hate to have to beat someone up."

"You'd beat someone up?" Casey asked, smiling at that.

"Over you? You bet."

"I don't actually want to see that, but you know what? It feels kind of good that you'd do that," Casey said.

"So we can leave tomorrow," Dan said, after a pause.

He looked at Dan and smiled. "Tomorrow? We can go home tomorrow?"

Dan nodded. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

"Thank God. I think I'm getting Halifax hives." Casey sighed. "Did you have any trouble leaving the job?" he asked, after hesitating about asking for a few moments.

"They gave me a hard time, but I stood my ground."

"Hey," Casey reached over and took Dan's hand, shifting so he can look at his face. "I really am sorry. I know I've said it, but I'm saying it again. Even if what I wanted was for you to be happy... I'm still sorry."

"I know, Casey," said Dan, looking down at their hands. "I know you're sorry."

"It was stupid. I was stupid. Everything about it and me was stupid."

"Yes, it was."

"But you love me anyway?"

"I love you anyway."

"Then I'm going to try really, really hard to never be stupid like that again," Casey said.

"I'd appreciate that."

"Do you have an idea yet how long I'm going to be punished? In ways other than what we're punishing each other right now?" he asked.

"Until we get home. So, until tomorrow night."

"Anything else I can do to make anything up between now and then?" Casey asked.

"You can cook dinner."

"I can?" Casey grinned at that. "Well, breakfast went over well, so I like this plan."

"I could get used to you cooking for me," said Dan with a big, big grin.

"I thought you said I was only being punished until tomorrow night!" Casey protested. "Or is me cooking for you sexy in some way?"

"You have no idea how sexy it is," Dan said. "I get to sit back at the table and watch your ass."

"Seriously? You watch my ass when I'm cooking?"

"It's a nice ass."

"Hey, if you like it, I'm happy." Very happy, apparently, judging by the way Casey grinned.

Dan leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "I like it a lot. I'm sure you don't like mine nearly as much."

"You just haven't caught me staring."

"I guess that would be hard, since my back would be to you." Dan leaned in again, pressed a kiss to the corner of Casey's mouth, then his cheek, then just below his ear. "Casey?"

"Mmmm?" Casey was starting to lose his mind again. Dan's mouth was good for that. "Uh huh?"

Dan licked Casey's ear and slipped an arm around his shoulders. "I want to blow you," he whispered.

If Casey'd been standing, he was pretty sure he'd have fallen down. As it was, he nearly fell off the couch. "I... oh. Yes? Yes."

"You probably wouldn't want that, though, would you? Having me down there... on my knees... you couldn't possibly like it." Okay, so Dan kind of liked being evil sometimes. Maybe he should grow a goatee.

Casey made a soft, desperate sort of sound, not really sure how to answer that question without saying 'duh'. And Casey just wasn't the kind of guy who could get away with a 'duh'. Natalie? Now she could say 'duh'. Probably not surprising that Casey'd been thinking about the word 'duh' for the last ten seconds or so, considering that his brain was rapidly devolving to nothing but white noise. "Killing me. Killing me, killing me, killing me, Danny," he said, ever so plaintive.

"I shouldn't make you wait. That'd be mean."

"Mean. Very mean. Except... no, not mean. You're not mean. Punishment. It was punishment, and I deserved it, but if you think I should get a reprieve, well, that's just... really, I couldn't stop you. Wouldn't stop you. If you... shutting up now."

Dan pulled back, then slipped off the couch and onto the floor between Casey's legs. He looked up at him with a naughty little grin, then reached up and started to open his pants. "Not gonna stop me?"

"I think if I stopped you, the next thing I'd have to do would be commit myself to the nearest hospital because I'd be insane to stop you."

"From what I understand, you probably would. Of course, I'm not flexible enough to have first-hand experience..." Dan reached up and tugged down Casey's pants and boxers, finally getting a good look at him. He licked his lip.

"From what you understand?" Casey repeated, not really sure what it was Dan meant. At least... he didn't think he knew what he meant, because... did he... well... flexible... oh.

Dan licked his lip again as he reached up to curl his fingers around Casey's cock, stroking him slowly, and smiling when he could feel him start to respond. "From what I've been told."

"Oh... I... well... sometimes people weren't exactly quiet, and I wondered," Casey said faintly.

"Yeah," said Dan, "'people' tend to get kind of noisy when I start... working."

Casey whimpered. Yes. Whimpered. He was so dead.

"Do you want my mouth, Casey?" This punishment thing was kind of fun.

"Yes, please... I kind of really would." As evidenced by his rapidly hardening dick, thank you.

"Say it." Dan gave him just a taste--or rather took a taste, flicking his tongue out, barely--barely--touching the tip to Casey's cock.

Oh God, oh fuck! "I want your mouth," Casey said, all as one word, more or less.

Dan smiled and slowly--slowly--lowered his mouth down over Casey's cock. How many times had he imagined doing this? How many times had he done this to another man, and imagined it was Casey? Yes. Finally.

Casey'd never dared. Never been able to get over the fact that it was a woman doing it enough to pretend it was Dan. Not even with Sally, who was unreasonably tall, but also unreasonably... well, Sally. Hard to mistake her as anything but female. And as soon as Dan's mouth was actually on his cock--and oh God in heaven how long had he waited for this?--Casey wasn't thinking about anyone but Dan. Or much of anything at all.

Dan lifted his eyes to look up into Casey's face as he started to work over his dick. He moaned, just a quiet little noise, as he moved both hands up to Casey's hips, and held him very still. Only one of them could be in control here.

And right now? Casey was conceding the floor to Dan. Dan knew what he was doing, Dan wasn't the one being punished, and then there was that thing with Casey's brain turning to white noise. Dan was better off being in charge than Casey. He looked into Dan's eyes and made another one of those whimpering noises that he'd be embarrassed about later, trying to lift his hips and completely unable to move.

Dan pushed him down, held him there, took Casey's cock as deep into his mouth as he could. Casey's pleasure was important here, sure, but Dan was taking what he wanted. And what he wanted were those sounds that Casey was making. He wanted to hear him. He wanted to make him come undone.

There might have been a few moments there where Casey'd tried for some kind of polite decorum, but Dan's mouth was beyond the point of being able to be polite. Or sane. His hands gripped at the edge of the couch, lips parted constantly as he gasped and panted for air between moans. Dan was going to kill him. It was possibly the sweetest punishment he'd ever had.

Dan would have to do this again, and again, and again, because he was pretty sure there wasn't anything on this earth sweeter than the way Casey was reacting to him right now. He let go of one of Casey's hips and pushed his hand slowly up under his shirt, touching soft, warm skin--and he moaned again around Casey's dick as his eyes slipped closed.

"Dan... Danny..." Casey moaned out his name, lashes fluttering closed as well, as much as he wanted to watch Dan doing this. He couldn't--he just couldn't do it anymore and have any shreds of sanity remain. "Danny... Danny, Danny, I--" was as far as he got before he couldn't hold off any longer, head jerking back against the couch as he came, gasping for breath and murmuring Dan's name one more time.

Dan swallowed, eagerly, and licked his lips when he sat back on his heels. He was breathing heavily, staring up at Casey, and desperately hard. He couldn't keep still. "Casey," he said, very softly.

"Danny... God, Danny, that was... you were..." Casey ran out of words, then leaned down and pushed his hand into Dan's hair, kissing him hard. So what if he could taste himself on Danny's lips, and that was a little weird. It was worth it.

Dan leaned up into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Casey's shoulders as he moaned. "Casey," he whispered, "Casey. I want you so much."

"I want you too," Casey whispered back, still breathing hard. "I don't even technically know what I'm missing yet, and I want it so badly, Danny."

Dan crawled up onto the couch, onto Casey's lap, and kissed him again. As he touched his tongue to Casey's lips, he opened his pants with shaking hands. "I want you to touch me. Will you touch me?"

"I don't think I can even begin to explain to you just how much I want that," Casey whispered to him, moving his hand to the front of Dan's pants and gently moving his hands away. He hesitated for a moment, looking into Dan's eyes. "Is... is it really stupid that I feel like I don't know what to do?"

Dan shoved his pants down his hips. "I can help you. I'll show you what I like."

"That might possibly be the sexiest thing I've ever heard since you saying you wanted to blow me."

Dan took hold of Casey's wrist as he smiled down at him. "It seemed kind of sexy from this end, too."

"Yeah? Because... right now everything you do is sexy to me. I mean everything," Casey said. "Doing that squishy thing you do to an almost empty toothpaste tube? That would be sexy."

Dan laughed as he guided Casey's hand to his dick. "Sometimes I think you're distinctly odd," he said, with a hitch in his voice.

"Sometimes I think you're right." Casey wrapped his fingers around Dan's cock, eyes flickering from watching what he was doing to watching Dan's face. "Wow... I mean...no... I think wow's okay," he decided, smiling at him, tightening his grip some.

Dan's eyes closed as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Wow's... yeah." He swallowed hard and then looked at Casey again. "More."

"More... anything," Casey promised. If Dan wanted him to go get the moon, well, he'd just have to track down a really big net.

Lips parted on a little moan, Dan closed his own hand around Casey's and guided him. "Like this," he gasped out. "I like... this."

Casey looked serious for a few moments, like he was putting to memory some kind of difficult puzzle, then smiled when he got the rhythm and pace right. "Like that?" he checked, watching Dan's face.

Dan closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and moaned. "Yes," he said, "yes--Casey." He moved his free hand up, carded his fingers through Casey's hair, and then cupped the back of his head in his hand. "Yes."

"I've wanted to see you like this for so long, Danny," Casey whispered.

"Liar," Dan said, breathless, laughing.

Casey shook his head. "I didn't know what it was, not exactly, but I'm not lying," he said softly. "I used to hear you. I couldn't help it. And I couldn't ignore it... couldn't stop listening. And I'd imagine what you must look like, and then I'd tell myself I was crazy for imagining it, and... I still couldn't stop. I think I told myself I was just nosy."

"Oh--my God--" Dan groaned and held Casey's hand tighter, urging him to move faster. "I'd listen to you. Imagine--I--Casey--fuck!" He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered, hard, the right down his spine.

"Imagine what?" Casey's hand moved faster, just like Dan wanted, wishing like hell he could get hard again. Apparently this was going to be a recurring theme with Danny. "Imagine what, Danny?"

Oh, come on. Like he could talk now! "Imagined you... fucking me." It was Dan's turn to whimper, a few embarrassing, desperate little noises escaping past his lips before he came, almost collapsing onto Casey a moment later.

Fucking Dan. Seriously--if his dick could only get hard right then. Not that he could fuck him; Danny'd been clear about the waiting for home part. But still... it would be nice. Casey's hand slowed, then stopped, and he slipped his clean hand around Dan's back, pressing in against his skin. "Danny... that was just... everything I always wanted to see."

Dan groaned against Casey's shoulder, turned his head, and kissed his neck. "Unh," he said.

Casey smiled. So, apparently, he hadn't done that badly. He moved his hand away, and went to wipe it on his pants, then dared to bring it up to his mouth and lick at one of his fingers.

Dan heard it. He lifted his head and watched, transfixed and wide-eyed.

He hadn't been planning to do much more than taste, but when he saw the look on Dan's face... suddenly doing more than that felt like a good idea. Casey drew two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked hard, the taste kind of ... strange, and yet not, and yet definitely strange. But it turned Dan on, and if he could get used to eating broccoli and learn to like it, this won't be that hard to acquire.

Dan's voice was very strained when he spoke. "Damn. You're... there you are."

Casey smiled at him, slipping his thumb into his mouth and making kind of an appallingly loud sound as he sucked it clean, then let his hand drop. "Hi."

"Fuck."

"That's a good 'fuck' right?"

"Yes."

"Good," Casey said, smiling at him. "'Cause it wasn't that bad, and I think if I do it more, I'll like it even more. Especially since you liked it."

"Damn." Dan was boneless and heavy and he couldn't really move. "Casey. Wow. Yeah." All right, he's been reduced to monosyllables. Back to the neck-nuzzling. He wasn't embarrassing himself when he was doing that.

And for once (so far), Casey didn't feel like he was completely clueless about everything. If he could make Dan forget how to say polysyllabic words? There was hope for him yet.

*

Casually, ever-so-casually, Dan reached out and put his hand on Casey's thigh. But he didn't say anything; he stared ahead out the windshield with a little smile.

Casey was gonna die. Dan'd been doing this the entire drive... gentle little touches, fingers sliding up along the inside of his thigh. And judging by his expression? He wasn't doing anything at all. Seriously--Casey really was going to die. Or kill Dan, whichever came first. "Halfway there."

"Yep," said Dan, his hand inching up a little higher. "Halfway there."

"Little farther than halfway, don't you think?" Casey muttered, taking a deep breath.

"Uh huh." Dan smiled. "I think we'll want to eat out. If we don't eat dinner first, we won't eat until sometime tomorrow, because when we get home you're going to fuck me."

If he wasn't driving, Casey'd be closing his eyes right now to collect himself. "Eat out. You want to go home, and go eat at Isaac's pub, before we've... that? You really think we'll ever get out of there again, now that you're home?"

"I'm sure we will. Natalie's going to want to send us home for lots of very loud, dirty, sticky, sweaty sex. Of course she'll also want details later, so she'll only get half of her wish."

"How many times has she called now?" Yes--Casey was going to focus on that part. It was far less embarrassing, and less problematic for his dick. He should have worn sweatpants.

"I've lost count." Dan squeezed Casey's thigh. "I'll suck you off first. Not until you come, of course, because that'll sort of ruin all the fun I intend for us to have when you've got your dick up my ass."

"Danny!" Casey had to swerve when he started edging into the oncoming lane. "Oh my God, I'm gonna get us both killed."

"That wouldn't be a good idea. You won't get laid if you're dead."

"Yes, so my mother always taught me."

"She did?"

"No. That would be very disturbing if she had," Casey said.

"Like if she told you that you have shapely calves."

"I should never have told you that."

"Probably not. Though they are."

"The last time you heard that, you wouldn't stop staring at my calves for days," Casey remembered. "I thought it was trauma."

"No, it was realising your mother was right."

"Let's not call her and tell her, okay?"

"They're going to find out about us sooner or later."

"I didn't mean that," Casey said. "You can phone her right now and tell her that... but I don't need the two of you debating my calves together."

"You think your parents are going to be okay with this?"

"I think they'd better learn, if they aren't." Casey sounded braver than he actually was, but he still meant it.

Dan fell quiet again for a while, leaning his head back. Then he said, "I wonder if my mother's going to want you to convert."

"Convert?" Casey repeated, then turned to look at Dan. And not the road. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. She might insist."

"Which would involve... what, exactly?"

"Learning how to be Jewish?"

"And... what else?" Casey was afraid to ask. "Would I have to... would I... you know... Danny, I can't say it, because I can't cross my legs and drive," he said, looking nervous.

Dan chuckled.

"Daniel Rydell!"

"Yes, Casey?"

"I don't know how you expect me to be able to ... to fuckyou," he said, all in one word, "if you're frightening my manly articles up inside myself."

"Casey, you don't have to get circumcised if you choose, or have to, convert."

"I don't?"

"No, you don't."

"Okay... retraction of manly bits starting to ease off then."

"Good. I'm going to need those later."

"So you keep telling me," Casey murmured, taking a deep breath and starting to relax again.

Dan smiled. "Uh huh. It's going to be amazing."

"You sound very confident about that. Having never done it before, I'm less than confident, but hopeful."

"You should be more than hopeful. I'm amazing in bed."

"I'm not worried about you, Danny."

"You're worried about you."

"Yeah, kinda," Casey said, squirming and watching the road. What if I get it wrong? What if I suck? What if you laugh at me? What if I'm terrible and you decide that this won't work?

"You're not going to be bad at it, Casey."

"I just don't want to let you down," Casey said, rather embarrassed. Talking to the steering wheel.

"You won't let me down, Casey. How could you think you'll let me down?"

"Because right now, I want you so badly that I'm a little afraid I'll see you naked and just come, right then and there," Casey admitted.

"Well, if you do, then we get me off, make out for a long time, and then you fuck me."

"Oh." Casey blinked. "Well... that's just practical."

"I try hard."

"You realise that if I do, it'll be totally your fault, the way you're teasing me."

"Really? I'm teasing you?"

"Your hand, creeping up the inside of my thigh? Yeah, just a little bit with the teasing, Danny."

"I could jerk you off now."

"We're both gonna die."

"I've always wanted to blow someone in a car."

Casey checked in his rear view mirror, then hit the brakes, turning onto one of the little side roads that seemed to be everywhere, and driving until they were out of sight from the road. "Hi."

Dan looked at him for a moment, then unbuckled his seatbelt so fast it's a wonder the buckle didn't ricochet off the window and clock him in the head. "Push your seat back," he said.

Casey tugged off his seatbelt (remembering to unbuckle it might have made the process quicker), and shoved his seat back, already breathing faster. Oh God, this was probably stupid, and what was stupider was that he actually thought 'what if my mom finds out'?

"I'd actually meant while the blow job recipient was driving," Dan said, coolly, as he opened Casey's pants and pulled his dick free. "But this'll do, won't it?"

"Considering the low number of blowjobs I've currently received from you, and the reaction I've had so far, I really think we'd be better off not trying for road head," Casey said, gasping and closing his eyes for a second when Dan's hand closed around his dick.

Dan licked his lip, looked at Casey for a moment, then smiled. "I can't wait to have this in my ass," he said, and then leaned down and took Casey's cock into his mouth with a soft groan.

Oh God, Dan's gonna kill him, and Casey's gonna keep making like a kid with no control if Danny keeps doing that to him. He's glad he took off his seatbelt because it lets him rock up against Dan's mouth, moaning and moving one hand to rest against the back of Dan's head.

Dan moaned around Casey's cock, sucked hard, drew his mouth almost completely away, and then lowered his mouth again. He didn't hold Casey's hips this time; he wanted him to move, wanted to feel Casey's cock sliding against his tongue.

And Casey needed to move, since he wasn't pinned. He let his head go back against the headrest, moaning and pushing his fingers against Dan's hair. He couldn't get a great grip, not with it as short as it was, but that was okay... he just wanted to touch.

Dan thought maybe he should grow his hair a little longer, give Casey something to grab. That'd be really, really hot. He moaned again, took a breath, relaxed, and took Casey's cock down, all the way down, and held him there.

"Fuck--Danny!" Casey gasped, banging his head on the headrest, one hand flying out to clutch at the steering wheel, almost hitting the horn. Oh my God, how could Danny do that and still breathe?

Danny kind of couldn't. A moment later, and he pulled back, gasping for breath, and then he did it all over again, all the way down, his hand rubbing up over Casey's thigh.

The noise that Casey made when Dan pulled off was a little embarrassing, with how desperate it was and everything, but the groan of relief when Danny sucked him deep again made it all worth it. And then it got embarrassing again when Casey came so fast and out of nowhere that it even surprised him.

Dan swallowed when he pulled back, lifted a hand, and wiped at his mouth. "Good, aren't I?" he said, a little wickedly.

"Hnnnngfwah."

Dan leaned in and brushed his lips against Casey's ear. "You could've been having that since we were sixteen, McCall."

"You were that good when we were sixteen?" Casey said hoarsely, still clutching the steering wheel with one hand. "God, I really have been missing out."

"Well, okay, maybe not. But definitely by the time we hit university. Remember Pete?"

"Pete 'The Screamer'?"

"Pete the screamer."

"And now I know why. Our neighbours are going to hate us, Danny."

"Yeah, probably."

"Or start knitting whatever the gay equivalent of booties is."

Dan laughed.

"So... I should... we should... because we should get going, but you haven't..." Casey cleared his throat, looking down at Dan's lap.

"It's okay," Dan said, moving back in his seat.

"It's okay? I'm pretty sure reciprocity is as much of a golden rule thing here as it was with women, am I right?"

"We've gotta get home, Casey."

"You still want to go out and eat first? I can't talk you into a McDonalds or White Spot drive through?"

"Well, maybe White Spot."

Casey started the car, and whipped it around in a U-turn, heading for the highway.

Dan put his hand on Casey's thigh again.

Casey groaned. It was going to be a long, long couple hours drive.


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