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And a Kiss Upon His Lips by timberwolf63, Dan/Casey, rated: PG-13
Title: And a Kiss Upon His Lips
Author: timberwolf63
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: PG-13 for kissing
Category: Ficlet; Dan/Casey; slash
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Sorkin.
Note: As requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suchthefangirl, fizzerbass, and bbmgirlfan, who wanted to know how Dan and Casey’s first kiss went. I guess this takes place post-canon, since the NY Giants who are named herein were on the 2000-01 roster. The title is courtesy of Tom Waits and his song “Time.”
Casey was driving Danny home, and Dan was in such a good mood he didn’t even mind that Casey was playing his much-maligned (and seemingly ever-present) Time-Life Sounds of the ’70s CD. Dan was too busy talking anyway to pay much attention to the music. The Giants had beaten the Eagles and it’d been a thrilling game—maybe the best one of the season so far—and Dan was wound up.
“And that interception by Jason Sehorn in the fourth quarter? How brilliant was that?” He knew he was rambling and giving Casey virtually no opportunity to reply, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And that was the best I’ve seen Collins play all season, Case. Four TDs, 311 yards passing? He was amazing.”
The enthusiastic monologue, peppered with only the occasional “uh huh” from Casey, continued until Casey pulled into the lot of Dan’s apartment building. Dan was dimly aware of KC and the Sunshine Band’s “Shake Your Booty” giving way to Barry Manilow’s “I Write the Songs” on the CD as they sat in the idling car.
“You’re home, Danny,” Casey said.
“And the decision to go for it on fourth down in the third quarter? That was the play that shifted the momentum, my friend. The Giants never looked back after that.”
“Danny?” Casey managed to interrupt, grinning broadly. He reached out and put a hand on Dan’s back.
“Yeah?”
“It was a great game.”
“Hell yeah!”
“And you know what I love most about a Giants win?”
“What’s that, Case?”
“Your childlike delight in the Giants’ win.” Without warning, Casey leaned into Dan and kissed him, softly but decisively, on the mouth.
Surprise only scratched the surface of Dan’s reaction. Flabbergasted might’ve even been an understatement. He hadn’t had any indication that their afternoon out at the Giants game was going to culminate in this. Maybe Casey himself hadn’t even known. But once Dan got over the initial shock, he relaxed into the kiss and just enjoyed. He parted his lips and invited tongue, and Casey obliged. He wasn’t sure if Casey had meant for this to become a deep, passionate, almost desperate kiss, but that was what was happening. Desire surged through Dan’s body. He reached out blindly and grabbed a fistful of Casey’s shirt, pulling him even closer, and then he heard Barry Manilow wailing, “…songs that make the whoooole world sing,” and—he couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he saw himself doing it, so it must be true—he suddenly pushed away from the embrace and sat there, staring at Casey and panting. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “For the rest of my life I’m going to attribute special significance to ‘I Write the Songs.’ What the hell are you doing to me, Casey?”
Casey was breathing hard, too, and looking more than a little confused by the sudden turn of events. After a beat, he said, sounding defensive, “There are worse songs than this.”
“Worse songs than this? Really? Like what, for example?”
“Well, for example…” he seemed to give this some serious thought, and then finally he said, “‘Baby Got Back.’”
“‘Baby Got Back?’ Casey, that’s pretty much a rap classic.”
“Rap classic? Did you just use the phrase ‘rap classic’ in my presence?”
Dan threw his hands into the air. “Casey, what you know about music…” he trailed off, thinking that this could easily turn into a two-hour lecture, considering he knew exactly what Casey knew about music (which is to say, practically nothing), and he had to remind himself that he didn’t want to distract Casey from the matter at hand. The kissing matter, that was. The sudden realization of fantasies he’d harbored for quite some time.
With all that in mind, he took a breath and started over. “I have a thought, Casey. Why don’t you turn off the car and come inside. I’ll put on some Tom Waits and you can discover what good music really is.”
“Yeah? I’m going to like it?”
“You’re going to love it.” He leaned close again and ran his thumb along Casey’s jawline. “We’ll turn the lights out and listen to it in the dark. And while we listen, we’ll do some necking on the couch…and then we’ll just see what happens from there.”
Apparently liking the sound of that plan, Casey abruptly shut the car engine off, and Barry Manilow was mercifully cut off in mid-word. They smiled at each other and got out of the car. As they fell into step, Casey said, “Barry Manilow won a Grammy in 1978, you know.”
“What do we know about the Grammy voters, Casey?”
Casey reached the door and held it for Danny. “They’re not cool?”
“They are not cool.” As they entered the building, Dan glanced over, wondering if he should even ask, wondering if the simple act of asking might make Casey pause and rethink things, and he didn’t want him rethinking this. Still…it would be nice to know. “Casey?”
“Yeah?”
“Why now?”
Casey smiled playfully. “Oh, you know, Danny...my motto’s always been, when it’s right, it’s right.”
Dan, who was deeply ashamed to realize he recognized the lyrics to “Afternoon Delight,” had to laugh.
Author: timberwolf63
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: PG-13 for kissing
Category: Ficlet; Dan/Casey; slash
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Sorkin.
Note: As requested by
suchthefangirl, fizzerbass, and bbmgirlfan, who wanted to know how Dan and Casey’s first kiss went. I guess this takes place post-canon, since the NY Giants who are named herein were on the 2000-01 roster. The title is courtesy of Tom Waits and his song “Time.”Casey was driving Danny home, and Dan was in such a good mood he didn’t even mind that Casey was playing his much-maligned (and seemingly ever-present) Time-Life Sounds of the ’70s CD. Dan was too busy talking anyway to pay much attention to the music. The Giants had beaten the Eagles and it’d been a thrilling game—maybe the best one of the season so far—and Dan was wound up.
“And that interception by Jason Sehorn in the fourth quarter? How brilliant was that?” He knew he was rambling and giving Casey virtually no opportunity to reply, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And that was the best I’ve seen Collins play all season, Case. Four TDs, 311 yards passing? He was amazing.”
The enthusiastic monologue, peppered with only the occasional “uh huh” from Casey, continued until Casey pulled into the lot of Dan’s apartment building. Dan was dimly aware of KC and the Sunshine Band’s “Shake Your Booty” giving way to Barry Manilow’s “I Write the Songs” on the CD as they sat in the idling car.
“You’re home, Danny,” Casey said.
“And the decision to go for it on fourth down in the third quarter? That was the play that shifted the momentum, my friend. The Giants never looked back after that.”
“Danny?” Casey managed to interrupt, grinning broadly. He reached out and put a hand on Dan’s back.
“Yeah?”
“It was a great game.”
“Hell yeah!”
“And you know what I love most about a Giants win?”
“What’s that, Case?”
“Your childlike delight in the Giants’ win.” Without warning, Casey leaned into Dan and kissed him, softly but decisively, on the mouth.
Surprise only scratched the surface of Dan’s reaction. Flabbergasted might’ve even been an understatement. He hadn’t had any indication that their afternoon out at the Giants game was going to culminate in this. Maybe Casey himself hadn’t even known. But once Dan got over the initial shock, he relaxed into the kiss and just enjoyed. He parted his lips and invited tongue, and Casey obliged. He wasn’t sure if Casey had meant for this to become a deep, passionate, almost desperate kiss, but that was what was happening. Desire surged through Dan’s body. He reached out blindly and grabbed a fistful of Casey’s shirt, pulling him even closer, and then he heard Barry Manilow wailing, “…songs that make the whoooole world sing,” and—he couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he saw himself doing it, so it must be true—he suddenly pushed away from the embrace and sat there, staring at Casey and panting. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “For the rest of my life I’m going to attribute special significance to ‘I Write the Songs.’ What the hell are you doing to me, Casey?”
Casey was breathing hard, too, and looking more than a little confused by the sudden turn of events. After a beat, he said, sounding defensive, “There are worse songs than this.”
“Worse songs than this? Really? Like what, for example?”
“Well, for example…” he seemed to give this some serious thought, and then finally he said, “‘Baby Got Back.’”
“‘Baby Got Back?’ Casey, that’s pretty much a rap classic.”
“Rap classic? Did you just use the phrase ‘rap classic’ in my presence?”
Dan threw his hands into the air. “Casey, what you know about music…” he trailed off, thinking that this could easily turn into a two-hour lecture, considering he knew exactly what Casey knew about music (which is to say, practically nothing), and he had to remind himself that he didn’t want to distract Casey from the matter at hand. The kissing matter, that was. The sudden realization of fantasies he’d harbored for quite some time.
With all that in mind, he took a breath and started over. “I have a thought, Casey. Why don’t you turn off the car and come inside. I’ll put on some Tom Waits and you can discover what good music really is.”
“Yeah? I’m going to like it?”
“You’re going to love it.” He leaned close again and ran his thumb along Casey’s jawline. “We’ll turn the lights out and listen to it in the dark. And while we listen, we’ll do some necking on the couch…and then we’ll just see what happens from there.”
Apparently liking the sound of that plan, Casey abruptly shut the car engine off, and Barry Manilow was mercifully cut off in mid-word. They smiled at each other and got out of the car. As they fell into step, Casey said, “Barry Manilow won a Grammy in 1978, you know.”
“What do we know about the Grammy voters, Casey?”
Casey reached the door and held it for Danny. “They’re not cool?”
“They are not cool.” As they entered the building, Dan glanced over, wondering if he should even ask, wondering if the simple act of asking might make Casey pause and rethink things, and he didn’t want him rethinking this. Still…it would be nice to know. “Casey?”
“Yeah?”
“Why now?”
Casey smiled playfully. “Oh, you know, Danny...my motto’s always been, when it’s right, it’s right.”
Dan, who was deeply ashamed to realize he recognized the lyrics to “Afternoon Delight,” had to laugh.
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This...is seriously cool. Very much lives up to the request to see the kiss and then some. I loved how Dan wanted to know why now, but didn't want to ask and make Casey think too much, but couldn't help himself and asked anyway. Perfect.
Thanks so much for posting this. I was in critical need of some boy kissage and you have made my night. Thanks.
Hey, if I ask for a million bucks, can you produce that too?
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And I will go out on a limb here and say I like Manilow, dammit!!
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Honestly, I like some of Manilow's stuff too. Just not that particular song.
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This was very them. I understand Dan's point of view completely, even if our tastes in music are different; something more romantic is called for for what will wind up being "our song".
Thank you for writing this.
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Thanks so much for reading and for the original suggestion!
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So glad I finally saw this!!
That was great!!
Especially the "Afternoon Delight" reference :).
Thanks!
Jeanine
Re: So glad I finally saw this!!
Thanks for commenting!
Re: So glad I finally saw this!!
When you do, will you post a link to the original story so I can re-read it before reading the next one?
Thanks!
Jeanine
Re: So glad I finally saw this!!
And, if you're interested, I've just posted the new one. It's at http://community.livejournal.com/snarchive/142100.html