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Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Laylee, Dan/Casey, rated NC-17
Title: Eats, Shoots and Leaves
Summary: "Don't say I never do anything for you,"
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Category: Slash, humour, ficlet.
Author's Note: This was wrtten for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
out_there who wanted some porn. Title taken from the book of the same name, although the book in question is about grammar and has nothing to do with sex at all, unless you count punctuating it properly.
Dan had set the linguini on the stove to cook and was rooting around in the refrigerator for the block of Parmesan cheese that he knew he had hidden in there somewhere when he heard someone unlocking his front door.
"It's me," Casey's voice echoed down the hall.
"In the kitchen," Dan called back, shutting the fridge door. "What are you doing here?" he asked when Casey came bustling into the kitchen. "You're supposed to be on your way to Denver."
"Flight got held up," Casey said. He gave Dan a quick kiss on the mouth then went to investigate the pot of pasta sauce simmering over a low flame. "Got a couple of hours to fill in so I thought I'd surprise you."
"Then colour me surprised," Dan replied blandly, opening the fridge door again. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
Dan finally located the cheese behind an ancient take-out container and turned around in time to see Casey scoop up some sauce on a spoon, blowing on it gently before he had a taste.
"Just help yourself, there, Casey."
Casey replaced the lid on the saucepan and peered at the linguini. "Don't mind if I do. How long?"
"Fifteen minutes?" Dan guessed.
Casey grinned at him. "Great. Want me to set the table?"
~*~*~
Nearly an hour later, Casey had devoured two bowls of pasta, practically a whole loaf of garlic bread and four glasses of orange juice.
"Your mom not feeding you enough?" Dan asked as he watched Casey mop out his bowl with the nub of the garlic bread.
"I'm a growing boy," he said with a smirk and popped the bread into his mouth.
"Hollow legs," Dan snorted and reached for Casey's empty bowl. "You want some dessert?" he asked, moving over to the sink to rinse the bowls before putting them into the dishwasher. "There's ice cream in the freezer and I've still got that caramel topping I bought for…"
But whatever thoughts Dan had about ice cream and caramel topping deserted him when Casey came up behind him and planted a moist kiss on the back of his neck as his left hand slid inside the waistband of Dan's jeans.
Blinded by a sudden burst of pure lust, Dan dropped the bowl he was holding with a clatter and leaned back, tilting his head back to allow easy access to his neck. He could feel Casey's hand trying to worm further inside his jeans, but it wasn't getting very far and he could hear Casey snort with impatience between kisses.
Even though his whole body was rapidly turning into mush under Casey's ministrations, Dan somehow summoned together a couple of unoccupied brain cells and fumbled at his belt, managing to unbuckle and unzip while Casey sucked on a spot just below his ear that never failed to drive Dan mad. He gasped when Casey's hand finally breached the barrier of his boxers and his fingers brushed against the tip of his erection, sliding down the heated length rising hard against his belly.
Dan felt rather than heard Casey mutter something against his neck.
"W…what?" he managed to stutter.
"B'room," Casey murmured again then went back to sucking on Dan's neck.
"B'room?" he asked, twisting around in Casey's arms and dislodging the hand inside his jeans as he dived in for an intense, sloppy kiss.
"B'room," Casey repeated between kisses, pushing his hand under Dan's T-shirt to caress his back.
There were several more minutes of concentrated kissing and sucking before Dan managed to mutter, "Hmm, 'kay."
Reluctantly pulling away from Casey's mouth, Dan grabbed a handful of his shirt and hauled him out of the kitchen, practically dragging him down the hall toward his bedroom. Going was slowed by the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but Dan certainly wasn't complaining when Casey somehow managed to simultaneously walk and nibble on Dan's lips as he pulled at the buttons on his shirt.
Almost dizzy with lust and anticipation, Dan finally realised that they weren't going to get very far if they kept stopping to neck. He reluctantly pulled away, grabbing Casey again and hustling him toward the bedroom. They tore at their clothes as they went, leaving a trail down the hall so that by the time they hit the bed they were both naked and panting.
Casey pressed Dan into the bed, covering him with his body as he kissed him deeply, thoroughly. Dan melted into the kiss, his arms sliding around Casey's back to draw him in, rubbing himself against Casey's hip as his fingers dug into the flesh on his back, urging him closer and then closer again.
"Jesus, Case…" Dan moaned as Casey's mouth left his and started to trace a path down his neck and chest, stopping to briefly anoint each nipple with his tongue before continuing on his way down, down to the place where Dan suddenly needed attention the most.
Dan hissed at the first touch of Casey's lips to the crown of his penis and hissed again, twisting fingers into the bedclothes, when Casey swallowed him, using tongue and fingers and a light scraping of teeth to bring him off.
Before he could even think about what was happening - not that he could think about much at all - Dan could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine as Casey ruthlessly worked him, eschewing finesse for instant gratification. Not that Dan was complaining or anything as his cock began to spurt and Casey swallowed and swallowed, his fingers pumping every last drop out of him, gentling only when Dan's erection began to fade.
His chest heaving, Dan sagged against the mattress and tried to get his orgasm-addled brain to focus. Vaguely he knew Casey would be expecting something in return, because after all turn-about is fair play. But he wasn't sure he could even move let alone give Casey and Casey's erection the attention they deserved.
However Casey, godblesshim, seemed to have some sort of agenda which didn't include waiting for his sex-spent partner to get himself together. Dan found himself being kissed again and then kissed some more before Casey carefully eased him onto his side, and oh boy, he knew what was happening and goddammit he wanted it.
The bed shifted and Dan heard the nightstand draw scrape open. Then Casey was leaning over him, kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulder, caressing his chest with one hand as the other opened him up with lube-slick fingers.
They didn't do this much. Not because they didn't like it, but because they both preferred to keep it for something special, something they only shared with each other. And when they did, Casey would normally spend an extraordinary amount of time getting Dan ready, plying him with lips and tongue and fingers, opening him up and making him pliant with need.
But Casey would be spending nearly a week on the road and there would be nothing but phone sex between now and Friday. So anything Casey wanted Dan would give him, because they both needed that extra reminder of what they were to each other. Dan wanted to feel it every time he sat down over the next couple of days and he wanted Casey to lie in his lonely hotel bed, thinking of Dan and what they had done.
Dan was about half-hard again and just about ready to explode when Casey's fingers finally left him and he felt his partner position himself. He drew in a sharp breath with the burn of Casey's initial penetration, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself to relax: to open up and yield.
Casey paused, rubbing his shoulder with a soothing hand. "Easy," he whispered and kissed Dan's ear.
"Don't stop," Dan rasped and pushed back.
He felt Casey smile against his neck as he thrust in a little more, then a little more and a little more until his groin was flush against Dan's buttocks. They lay there for a minute, panting harshly as they carefully adjusted themselves; Casey's left arm circled around Dan's chest and his right hand splayed out over his abdomen.
"You okay?" Casey asked.
Dan swallowed and nodded, twisting his hand around to feel where they were joined together.
"I'm cool."
"You sure? 'Cause I can…"
What a time for Casey to get cold feet, he thought irritably.
"Casey, would you shut up and fuck me."
Obviously that was the impetus Casey needed because he started to thrust, slowly at first then, with Dan's robust encouragement, not so slowly. Dan grunted as Casey moved within him, feeling the scrape of Casey's chest hair against his back as he moved against him, his eyes closed, his breath coming out in harsh pants.
Lying half on his side, half on his stomach with his face smooshed against the pillow, Dan hung on to the arm clutching his chest like his life depended on it. His mostly erect penis was trapped uncomfortably between the bed and his stomach, but Dan wasn't about to make Casey stop so he could get comfortable. He'd had his go and now was Casey's turn and that's all that he cared about.
He knew Casey was close when the rhythm of his thrusts turned erratic and he gripped Dan's hip hard with his right hand, his fingers digging in so deeply Dan knew there'd be bruises there in the morning. Casey thrust and thrust, breathing hot against his neck as he humped into him until finally breathing became ragged and he moaned and stiffened, collapsing over Dan as his cock pumped deep inside him.
Feeling like he'd been run over by a train, Dan lay there with Casey plastered against him, the both of them little more than a puddle of sweat and come, Casey's rapidly softening penis still buried in Dan's ass.
"God, Danny…" Casey gasped.
"Hmm," Dan agreed and closed his eyes.
~*~*~
He must have drifted into some sort of post-sex coma because when Dan opened his eyes again, he was under the covers and Casey was leaning over the bed and kissing him goodbye.
"The car's here," Casey said softly, stroking his hair. "I've got to go or I'll miss my flight."
Even though he wasn't entirely awake, or even capable of moving really, Dan managed to reach out and cupped the back of Casey's head with his hand, drawing him down for another kiss. Casey's hair was damp and as they kissed Dan caught the scent of soap and deodorant. Casey must have had a shower, Dan realised, and he slept right through it.
"That'd be right," he muttered, resting his cheek against Casey's. "Eat my food, fuck me and run."
"Don't say I never do anything for you," Casey said dryly and kissed his forehead. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel."
"Mmph," Dan agreed and snuggled under the covers again.
Casey kissed him one last time. "I'll call you later."
"Later," Dan murmured.
"Later," Casey said again.
And then he was gone.
FIN
Summary: "Don't say I never do anything for you,"
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Category: Slash, humour, ficlet.
Author's Note: This was wrtten for
out_there who wanted some porn. Title taken from the book of the same name, although the book in question is about grammar and has nothing to do with sex at all, unless you count punctuating it properly. Dan had set the linguini on the stove to cook and was rooting around in the refrigerator for the block of Parmesan cheese that he knew he had hidden in there somewhere when he heard someone unlocking his front door.
"It's me," Casey's voice echoed down the hall.
"In the kitchen," Dan called back, shutting the fridge door. "What are you doing here?" he asked when Casey came bustling into the kitchen. "You're supposed to be on your way to Denver."
"Flight got held up," Casey said. He gave Dan a quick kiss on the mouth then went to investigate the pot of pasta sauce simmering over a low flame. "Got a couple of hours to fill in so I thought I'd surprise you."
"Then colour me surprised," Dan replied blandly, opening the fridge door again. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
Dan finally located the cheese behind an ancient take-out container and turned around in time to see Casey scoop up some sauce on a spoon, blowing on it gently before he had a taste.
"Just help yourself, there, Casey."
Casey replaced the lid on the saucepan and peered at the linguini. "Don't mind if I do. How long?"
"Fifteen minutes?" Dan guessed.
Casey grinned at him. "Great. Want me to set the table?"
~*~*~
Nearly an hour later, Casey had devoured two bowls of pasta, practically a whole loaf of garlic bread and four glasses of orange juice.
"Your mom not feeding you enough?" Dan asked as he watched Casey mop out his bowl with the nub of the garlic bread.
"I'm a growing boy," he said with a smirk and popped the bread into his mouth.
"Hollow legs," Dan snorted and reached for Casey's empty bowl. "You want some dessert?" he asked, moving over to the sink to rinse the bowls before putting them into the dishwasher. "There's ice cream in the freezer and I've still got that caramel topping I bought for…"
But whatever thoughts Dan had about ice cream and caramel topping deserted him when Casey came up behind him and planted a moist kiss on the back of his neck as his left hand slid inside the waistband of Dan's jeans.
Blinded by a sudden burst of pure lust, Dan dropped the bowl he was holding with a clatter and leaned back, tilting his head back to allow easy access to his neck. He could feel Casey's hand trying to worm further inside his jeans, but it wasn't getting very far and he could hear Casey snort with impatience between kisses.
Even though his whole body was rapidly turning into mush under Casey's ministrations, Dan somehow summoned together a couple of unoccupied brain cells and fumbled at his belt, managing to unbuckle and unzip while Casey sucked on a spot just below his ear that never failed to drive Dan mad. He gasped when Casey's hand finally breached the barrier of his boxers and his fingers brushed against the tip of his erection, sliding down the heated length rising hard against his belly.
Dan felt rather than heard Casey mutter something against his neck.
"W…what?" he managed to stutter.
"B'room," Casey murmured again then went back to sucking on Dan's neck.
"B'room?" he asked, twisting around in Casey's arms and dislodging the hand inside his jeans as he dived in for an intense, sloppy kiss.
"B'room," Casey repeated between kisses, pushing his hand under Dan's T-shirt to caress his back.
There were several more minutes of concentrated kissing and sucking before Dan managed to mutter, "Hmm, 'kay."
Reluctantly pulling away from Casey's mouth, Dan grabbed a handful of his shirt and hauled him out of the kitchen, practically dragging him down the hall toward his bedroom. Going was slowed by the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but Dan certainly wasn't complaining when Casey somehow managed to simultaneously walk and nibble on Dan's lips as he pulled at the buttons on his shirt.
Almost dizzy with lust and anticipation, Dan finally realised that they weren't going to get very far if they kept stopping to neck. He reluctantly pulled away, grabbing Casey again and hustling him toward the bedroom. They tore at their clothes as they went, leaving a trail down the hall so that by the time they hit the bed they were both naked and panting.
Casey pressed Dan into the bed, covering him with his body as he kissed him deeply, thoroughly. Dan melted into the kiss, his arms sliding around Casey's back to draw him in, rubbing himself against Casey's hip as his fingers dug into the flesh on his back, urging him closer and then closer again.
"Jesus, Case…" Dan moaned as Casey's mouth left his and started to trace a path down his neck and chest, stopping to briefly anoint each nipple with his tongue before continuing on his way down, down to the place where Dan suddenly needed attention the most.
Dan hissed at the first touch of Casey's lips to the crown of his penis and hissed again, twisting fingers into the bedclothes, when Casey swallowed him, using tongue and fingers and a light scraping of teeth to bring him off.
Before he could even think about what was happening - not that he could think about much at all - Dan could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine as Casey ruthlessly worked him, eschewing finesse for instant gratification. Not that Dan was complaining or anything as his cock began to spurt and Casey swallowed and swallowed, his fingers pumping every last drop out of him, gentling only when Dan's erection began to fade.
His chest heaving, Dan sagged against the mattress and tried to get his orgasm-addled brain to focus. Vaguely he knew Casey would be expecting something in return, because after all turn-about is fair play. But he wasn't sure he could even move let alone give Casey and Casey's erection the attention they deserved.
However Casey, godblesshim, seemed to have some sort of agenda which didn't include waiting for his sex-spent partner to get himself together. Dan found himself being kissed again and then kissed some more before Casey carefully eased him onto his side, and oh boy, he knew what was happening and goddammit he wanted it.
The bed shifted and Dan heard the nightstand draw scrape open. Then Casey was leaning over him, kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulder, caressing his chest with one hand as the other opened him up with lube-slick fingers.
They didn't do this much. Not because they didn't like it, but because they both preferred to keep it for something special, something they only shared with each other. And when they did, Casey would normally spend an extraordinary amount of time getting Dan ready, plying him with lips and tongue and fingers, opening him up and making him pliant with need.
But Casey would be spending nearly a week on the road and there would be nothing but phone sex between now and Friday. So anything Casey wanted Dan would give him, because they both needed that extra reminder of what they were to each other. Dan wanted to feel it every time he sat down over the next couple of days and he wanted Casey to lie in his lonely hotel bed, thinking of Dan and what they had done.
Dan was about half-hard again and just about ready to explode when Casey's fingers finally left him and he felt his partner position himself. He drew in a sharp breath with the burn of Casey's initial penetration, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself to relax: to open up and yield.
Casey paused, rubbing his shoulder with a soothing hand. "Easy," he whispered and kissed Dan's ear.
"Don't stop," Dan rasped and pushed back.
He felt Casey smile against his neck as he thrust in a little more, then a little more and a little more until his groin was flush against Dan's buttocks. They lay there for a minute, panting harshly as they carefully adjusted themselves; Casey's left arm circled around Dan's chest and his right hand splayed out over his abdomen.
"You okay?" Casey asked.
Dan swallowed and nodded, twisting his hand around to feel where they were joined together.
"I'm cool."
"You sure? 'Cause I can…"
What a time for Casey to get cold feet, he thought irritably.
"Casey, would you shut up and fuck me."
Obviously that was the impetus Casey needed because he started to thrust, slowly at first then, with Dan's robust encouragement, not so slowly. Dan grunted as Casey moved within him, feeling the scrape of Casey's chest hair against his back as he moved against him, his eyes closed, his breath coming out in harsh pants.
Lying half on his side, half on his stomach with his face smooshed against the pillow, Dan hung on to the arm clutching his chest like his life depended on it. His mostly erect penis was trapped uncomfortably between the bed and his stomach, but Dan wasn't about to make Casey stop so he could get comfortable. He'd had his go and now was Casey's turn and that's all that he cared about.
He knew Casey was close when the rhythm of his thrusts turned erratic and he gripped Dan's hip hard with his right hand, his fingers digging in so deeply Dan knew there'd be bruises there in the morning. Casey thrust and thrust, breathing hot against his neck as he humped into him until finally breathing became ragged and he moaned and stiffened, collapsing over Dan as his cock pumped deep inside him.
Feeling like he'd been run over by a train, Dan lay there with Casey plastered against him, the both of them little more than a puddle of sweat and come, Casey's rapidly softening penis still buried in Dan's ass.
"God, Danny…" Casey gasped.
"Hmm," Dan agreed and closed his eyes.
~*~*~
He must have drifted into some sort of post-sex coma because when Dan opened his eyes again, he was under the covers and Casey was leaning over the bed and kissing him goodbye.
"The car's here," Casey said softly, stroking his hair. "I've got to go or I'll miss my flight."
Even though he wasn't entirely awake, or even capable of moving really, Dan managed to reach out and cupped the back of Casey's head with his hand, drawing him down for another kiss. Casey's hair was damp and as they kissed Dan caught the scent of soap and deodorant. Casey must have had a shower, Dan realised, and he slept right through it.
"That'd be right," he muttered, resting his cheek against Casey's. "Eat my food, fuck me and run."
"Don't say I never do anything for you," Casey said dryly and kissed his forehead. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel."
"Mmph," Dan agreed and snuggled under the covers again.
Casey kissed him one last time. "I'll call you later."
"Later," Dan murmured.
"Later," Casey said again.
And then he was gone.
FIN
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