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

[ashinae]

Small Town: A Sports Night AU - Chapter Seven
by ashinae and linden_jay
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Dan showed remarkable restraint when they got home. The food got put in the fridge; his things were brought into the house; some stuff even put in his bedroom. And then he fell on Casey, taking hold of his shoulders, clutching at him, drawing him down for a hard, demanding kiss. "Want you," he gasped out.

"Dan... Danny," Casey groaned against his mouth, tension flooding out of him now that he could actually touch Dan again, for real, none of that sneaking touches while driving crap.

If anyone dared to come to their house right now? Casey might just kill them.

"Bedroom." Dan clutched at Casey's shirt with both hands. "Please, Casey."

"Your room," Casey insisted, edging Dan backward, already steering him there. Dan was a lot more likely to have whatever it was they were going to need.

"There aren't any sheets or blankets or pillows on my bed," Dan protested, though he didn't try to stop Casey.

Casey smiled against Dan's mouth, then pushed him kind-of-gently into his bedroom. "Look again, Danny," he murmured.

Dan turned around and blinked. "Those aren't mine, Casey."

"They're ours," Casey said, actually sounding shy. "I went out and bought them, when I was still waiting for you to send Natalie the postcard so I could go find you. I wanted something for us, when you came back. So it didn't look so lonely. So I could do something while I hoped you'd come home to me."

Dan turned to look up at him again, then pulled him into a tight embrace and held on desperately. "I love you," he said.

"I love you," Casey said, murmuring the words against Dan's neck. "I missed you so much."

"You've got me back. I won't go anywhere unless it's with you."

"And I'm not going to Halifax. We're going to stay right here, and we're going to keep saving up, and we're gonna buy that store from JJ. And Alyson'll never have to wear anything resembling a uniform again."

"And hopefully she won't keep firing you."

"That would be nice. I get tired of being fired. Although next time she fires me, I think you should take an early day, and we should come home and have sex," Casey decided.

"I like your plan," Dan replied. Then he leaned up and kissed Casey again, and again, and started to unbutton his shirt.

Casey sighed, thinking about trying to unbutton Dan's shirt at the same time, then realising that would just lead to tangled arms and no shirts coming off. He kept his hands at Dan's hips instead.

Dan shoved Casey's shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he said. "God, Casey..."

"All I could think about the rest of the way home was how you'd sucked my dick and yours was still hard. Was it, Danny? The whole way home?" Casey asked, hands moving to Dan's belt.

"The whole way home," Dan told him. "I wanted to get us home faster, for this. Just for this. I want to come while you're fucking me."

"God, Danny... we really need to not be wearing pants anymore," Casey said, sounding just to the left of desperate. "Because I really, really want to be doing that."

Dan dropped unceremoniously to his knees and started opening Casey's pants. "I like the way you think," he said.

Casey just about fell down on his butt, just from seeing Dan hit his knees like that. "You really need to be careful when you do that because it basically renders me unable to function, Danny," he said hoarsely.

Dan looked up at him with a sweet little smile, and dragged his pants down his legs. He helped him out of his pants, and boxers, and socks, then leaned in and kissed his hip. "Fucking gorgeous," he murmured.

Casey wasn't really kidding about the losing the ability to function. Or stand. He almost fell again when Dan helped him out of his pants and boxers, feeling a little stupid standing there in front of Dan all naked... until Dan called him gorgeous. "Danny, I want you."

"Then get me naked," Dan said as he got to his feet.

Now it was Casey's turn to push Dan's shirt off his shoulders and unceremoniously drop to his knees. Which honestly must be something Dan'd practiced, because when Casey did it the same way, he was pretty sure he cracked a kneecap. Not to mention the added faceplant into Dan's crotch, which would have been fine if intentional, and less of a head butt.

Dan didn't mean to laugh out loud. Really, he didn't. Except for the part where he did laugh out loud, and he got to his knees again and wrapped his arms around Casey. "Ow," he said, plaintively, "I need those parts for the orgasm I intend to have later."

"I didn't... that was so not on purpose," Casey protested, blushing furiously and rubbing at his nose. Dan's thighs were possibly as strong and shapely as Casey's mother had told Casey his calves were. And his nose didn't take the impact all that well. Thank God he hadn't given himself a nose bleed.

Dan kissed him. "I know it wasn't," he told him. "You okay?"

"Your thighs are very strong and well muscled."

"Well, thank you," Dan said with another laugh.

"Should I try again on the getting you naked part?" Casey offered.

"That'd probably be a good idea. I'm still wearing pants."

"I'm not sure about all the details of what we're doing here, but I'm pretty sure I can't fuck you while you're wearing pants."

"No, it makes it really hard for you to get access to the necessary parts of me."

"Which I'm really certain I want to do, so... you should get up, before my legs cramp up, because this kneeling thing is kind of hard."

Dan got to his feet, opened his pants, and let them fall away. "Here we go," he said.

"God." And Casey just stared, for a few solid seconds, before he could even do the part he was supposed to do, and get Dan's pants and socks and all off. And then he just stayed right there. Staring again.

Dan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. "You've seen this before," he pointed out. "Over the last few days." And he gave his hips a little wiggle, and started to take the shorts off.

"Yeah, but... those are coming off, and we're really going to do this, and... this is like a really dirty dream or something." And Casey's legs really were cramping up.

"Get up here, Casey," Dan said. "Come on. I won't bite unless you ask."

He rocked back on his heels and stood up slowly, stretching his legs out, then reaching for Dan. "Hi. Biting maybe next time," he said, leaning in to kiss Dan, nice and slow. "You need to shave." He rubbed his cheek against Dan's. It was kind of nice.

"I can go do that if you want," Dan teased as he slipped his arms around Casey's shoulders.

Casey's arms wrapped around Dan's waist before he could think of moving. "Don't you dare."

"You want me to stay right here?"

"In this room, anyway. I think we should be moving soon. Maybe in the direction of the bed," Casey suggested.

"I like beds." Dan gave Casey a little push in that direction.

Casey stumbled backward a little, drawing Dan with him, then walking backward, fingers creeping lower until he cupped Dan's ass. Which he liked. A lot.

Dan groaned softly and rubbed against him. "Keep touching me," he said. "Please don't stop."

"Like this?" Casey asked, fingers pressing in harder, pulling Dan right up against him, then groaning in response. He liked that Dan was more or less the same height as he was. It lined things up nicely.

"Fuck, yes." Dan pushed Casey down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. "I've thought about this constantly the past couple of days."

Casey's hands moved away as he hit the bed, groaning at the thought of Dan thinking about this... imagining it. Teasing the crap out of Casey and thinking about it. He moved his hands back, resting them against the small of Dan's back, sliding them up to his shoulders, then all the way back down to his ass again.

Dan gave a moan that sounded almost like a purr, deep in his throat, leaned in, and kissed Casey. "I should get a condom and lube before I can't move," he said, "but I do not want to move. You feel good like this. Love your hands on me."

"You can come back," Casey suggested. "Right back, let me touch you some more."

"That sounds like a very good idea," said Dan, and kissed Casey before he slipped off the bed to go into one of his bags. When he returned, he straddled Casey's hips, braced his hands on Casey's chest, and smiled. "You are so fucking gorgeous, Casey."

"You are so fucking... straddling my hips, Dan," Casey said, unable to focus on anything but that at the moment. Although he did move his hands back to Dan's hips, creeping them back to his ass again. "Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"I still have absolutely no idea what to do. When I said I watched gay porn? I skipped this part."

Dan hushed him, gave him another kiss, and then pulled back to look at him. "We'll be okay. You'll be okay. It'll be amazing."

Casey hoped so. He didn't remember being this nervous the last first time he had. Of course... he was a lot younger then. And it wasn't Danny.

"So why did you skip this part?" Dan asked, teasing, as he brushed his thumb over Casey's nipple. Casey was kind of perfectly put together. Every part of him. He leaned in and kissed his neck.

"Because I was afraid I'd get caught watching it, so I kind of skipped past the foreplay. Which I'm pretty sure I've dated women who'd try to accuse me of the same thing." Which wasn't really true... but sometimes Sally got kind of bitchy when she thought Casey wasn't paying enough attention to what he was doing. Of course she was right about him not paying enough attention.

"We'll be okay," Dan repeated. He wriggled his way down Casey's body, licking and kissing over his chest, nuzzling at his belly button, getting closer and closer to Casey's cock. He needed Casey to relax. He was wound too tight.

Doing that? Was not going to make Casey relax. At least not until after Dan had pushed him past a certain point, anyway. Casey whimpered, hands pawing at Dan's shoulders.

Dan pressed kisses over Casey's belly and his hips and started to work his way down one thigh, and up the other, kneeling between his legs. He loved it when Casey made noises like that. There was nothing hotter.

"Dan, I won't... if you... Danny," Casey groaned, closing his eyes, head tossing against the pillow.

"You don't want me to suck you off?" Dan asked.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you!" Casey was so confused. And so turned on that he might be seeing things.

"I do want you to fuck me. I want it so bad I can't stand it. But I'm starting to wonder if you aren't just going to go off like a volcano."

Casey groaned and flopped one arm over his eyes. "This is your fault for being this hot. I haven't had this little control since I was fifteen."

Dan looked up at Casey for a moment, then started to climb up his body again, reaching for the condom and tearing open the packet. "This lack of self-control on your part is really hot, you know."

"Annabeth Berube didn't think so when we were in grade twelve," Casey said, moving his arm aside so he could watch Dan, mentally conjugating verbs in French and thinking of unattractive things.

Dan rolled the condom down over Casey's cock. "Yeah, well, she wasn't the right one for you," he muttered.

"No... no, she wasn't," Casey said, sounding strained as the condom rolled down. "And her brother Serge wasn't right for you."

"Serge was an asshole. He only wanted me for the head." Dan reached for the lube and squeezed some out over his fingers, reaching back to push one inside himself. He gave a very soft groan.

Oh, Casey was so, so completely screwed. His jaw snapped shut so fast he almost bit his tongue, throat working hard as he ... was Danny really... oh fuck, yes he was. Casey really shouldn't have skipped this part of the porn. This? Hot. "Well you really are very good," he said. Whispered. Whimpered. Seriously, this was getting embarrassing.

"Uh huh," said Dan, eyes fluttering closed when he pushed a second finger inside. He gave a very soft groan. "Mmm... that's nice..."

"What's... what's it feel like?" Casey asked, almost whispering the question. It looked like the answer is 'good', but he'd rather something a bit more specific.

Dan moaned in response, wriggling against Casey, then pulled his fingers free so he could slick lube over Casey's cock. "Doesn't feel nearly as nice as you're going to feel," he said.

"Well, if it did, you wouldn't need me for that, would you?" Casey said, rather lamely, but to be honest he was barely hanging on at the moment.

"Nope," said Dan, and he held Casey's cock as he started to sink down over it. His head fell back, he moaned, and he was pretty sure nothing had ever felt better than this.

Casey's eyes were so wide he was a little afraid he was going to sprain something, and he didn't breathe, not once, the whole time Dan was sinking down onto his cock. The seconds kept ticking by, and he still didn't breathe, not until his body kicked in and he gasped so loudly he started coughing. "Oh God... oh God, Danny," he rasped.

"I know, Casey," Dan gasped out, "I know. It's--oh fuck." He leaned forward, hands on the bed on either side of Casey, and he started to move over him. "C'mon, fuck me back. Please, Casey."

Oh God, and Dan expected him to move? Casey kept staring up at him, then tried to match his rhythm, feeling himself shaking as he pushed up into Danny's body--God, how could he possibly be so tight--and tried to keep remembering to breathe.

Dan leaned ever closer, smiled at Casey, and spoke to him in a rough voice. "Isn't it good, McCall? Don't I feel good?"

And Dan had to go and talk to him. Like that. In that voice. Casey opened his mouth to try and warn him not to do that, but there just wasn't time. One hard buck of his hips and Casey came, closing his eyes and groaning in embarrassment.

Well. That was a story he hoped that Natalie never found out.

Dan paused a moment and looked down at Casey in absolute wonder. Did that really just happen? Yeah, he was pretty sure it did. A slow, wicked smile crossed his face, and he said, "Well now."

Casey couldn't even open his eyes he was so humiliated. "I'm sorry. Danny, I'm just... " He couldn't finish the sentence. He just wanted to crawl under the bed.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Are you sincerely asking me that question?"

"Yes, I am."

"Because I really did think I'd last longer than thirty seconds the first time we had sex for real, Danny," Casey said, cheeks flaming. "My emotional behaviour of late notwithstanding, I'm really not seventeen."

"It's okay, Casey. There was a lot of build up to this, and I don't think any number of blow jobs was going to make you relax."

He sighed. "Maybe not," he admitted. "It was a little anticlimactic though. While at the same time feeling really good, if only for me."

"You know the amazing thing about sex, Casey?"

"Tell me, Danny."

"We can do it again," Dan said, as he pulled away from Casey and turned to deal with the condom. "And you know what else?"

Casey groaned when Dan lifted up, then opened his eyes so he could look at him again. "Tell me what else."

Dan knelt next to him and took his own cock in his hand, starting to jerk off slowly. "We can do it again after that. And then again and again... every night, if we want to. Sometimes in the afternoon. If we ever decide to give some of our staff an evening off and close up the store together, we can lock up and you can fuck me over my desk."

He watched Dan, eyes locked on his hand on his cock, then reached out and covered Dan's hand with his, stopping him from moving. "Stop," he murmured. "Lie back."

Dan blinked, but he did what Casey told him to do, lying back against the (very comfortable, Casey had good taste) pillow. He smiled. "Now what?"

"Now I make my hair trigger up to you," Casey said softly, trailing his fingers down the length of Dan's cock, then lowering his head, mouthing at the shaft, very gently.

Dan closed his eyes and moaned. "Oh God, Casey. You don't have to do that."

"Danny?" Casey spoke right against his dick.

"Unh?"

"Shut up and let me," Casey murmured, looking up at him and smiling. "I'm thinking of you, not England."

"Well thank God for that," said Dan with a shaky laugh. "Oh, my God. Casey."

"So, with you being as good as you are and all, that's a pretty hard act to follow, you know," Casey said, between careful licks and slow drags of his lips. "I wonder... do people do this to you anywhere near as often as you do it to them?"

"Ehhn," said Dan. His hips shifted restlessly. Casey. Casey's mouth. Dan was going to die.

That wasn't an answer... except in the ways that it was. Casey kept going, his hand creeping between Dan's legs, almost petting at his balls, the touch so light, so gentle. He took a deep breath, and let it out right against Dan's now-damp skin, letting his fingers trail backward. Felt the slickness of the lube between his legs. "What's it feel like, Danny?" he whispered.

"Feels like your mouth," Dan said as his hips shifted restlessly on the bed. "Hot and wet and soft and--God--Casey."

Casey smiled, took a deep breath, and let his fingers creep backward. "And what's this feel like?" he whispered, even more softly. "Can I, Danny? Is that okay?" he asked, one fingertip just barely touching right there.

Dan gasped, spread his legs wider, lifted his hips off the bed for just a moment. He reached out and grabbed the lube so he could hand it over to Casey. "Here. Use this," he said, a little breathlessly. "I want your fingers inside me."

He took the lube and gooped it over his fingers, probably using way too much. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, feeling kind of stupid as soon as he did.

Dan laughed and pushed himself up onto one elbow, reached down with the other hand, and touched Casey's face. "You won't hurt me. Take it slow. One finger first."

"Okay... okay," Casey murmured, leaning into Dan's hand, then eased just the tip of his finger inside, holding his breath the whole time.

Dan smiled and took in a little breath, then let it out on a moan. "That's it, Casey. More. Give me everything."

"More?" Casey said, smiling too and daring to push his finger deeper, then deeper still, since Dan seemed to like it so much.

Dan moaned and flopped back. "Yeah. More. That's it, Casey."

He felt very awkward, and wasn't entirely confident of his ability to multitask while doing this, but Casey decided to try anyway. He eased his finger back, then pushed it deep again, leaning down and licking at Dan's cock.

Another gasp, and Dan nearly came up off the bed. Casey. "That's--yes." They were going to have so very much fun together if Casey was willing to take chances.

"God, you sound sexy," Casey murmured, voice muffled against Dan's skin. He kept moving his finger, turning it gently inside Dan's body, wanting to see how he reacted. Wanting to do nothing but watch him. Ever.

"Another--another. Casey!" Dan couldn't manage a proper, coherent sentence. That was a good sign. He squeezed his eyes shut and took hold of the sheets. "Casey."

Another... another what? Another finger? Must be. Casey eased his head back so he can watch Dan's face as he pushed a second one in beside the first.

"Yes." That was it. That was exactly what Dan needed. He groaned and lifted his hips, his own hand going down to his cock. "Yes--close--God!"

Casey wasn't quite brave enough to full-out suck Dan's cock yet, but he kept going, licking around Dan's fingers, pushing his own fingers deep, tugging them back, and pushing them in all over again.

It was enough. It was more than enough. Dan gave a soft cry and came, arching up off the bed for a moment before he fell still again, panting for breath.

His head jerked back without any conscious thought needing to be involved, far enough that Casey could watch while Dan came. Casey stopped breathing for a few seconds, feeling Dan's muscles tensing around his fingers, imagining how it would feel to be inside Dan when that happened. "Danny."

"Unh," said Dan.

Casey smiled, looking almost mischievous as he leaned forward and licked at a bit of the come on Dan's stomach. "Hi," he murmured, looking up at him again.

"Ehhn," Dan said.

"That's good, right?" Casey tugged his fingers back out and moved up closer to Dan.

Dan reached for him wordlessly.

Casey moved into Dan's arms, brushing a kiss against his jaw. "Danny? I love you," he whispered.

Dan held him tight. "I love you," he whispered back.

"Welcome home."