Happylogue- World series
Epilogue to The world series
Title:Happylogue
Disclaimer: In my mind they're mine and they're naked
Warning: R
Pairing: Casey/Danny
Unfortunately they had to stop kissing.
For two reasons: One, because they were doing it in the middle in a workday, and editing didn't exactly accomomodate the desired level of privacy. And two, because they had a feeling this would not stop at kissing, and for that purpose editing most definitely didn't accommodate the desired level of privacy.
Casey got up to leave, giving Danny a little smile, that told him he wasn't quite done with him yet.
Then he disappeared.
No one had seen him till the postponed eight o'clock rundown, where he showed up short -winded and disheveled.
He gave Danny a little apologetic smile, and acted as if nothing happened.
When Danny finally cornered him in their office, he mumbled something about a surprise and 'you'll love it, I promise'.
He promised it will all be revealed after the show, and said that Danny should remain patient.
Asking yielded no results.
Questioning was pointless.
Begging was futile.
Casey would divulge nothing.
And time stood still.
Time redefined Slow.
It was like time took a timeout from moving.
Someone was holding time hostage and no one was paying ransom.
It's like the world was captured inside a TV recorder, and someone kept pushing the pause button.
By the time he ran through every possible metaphor and simile, Danny realized only two minutes had gone by.
Total frustration.
The worst part was, that casey seemed totally unmoved, by the unmovement of time. Every once in a while Danny tried throwing him off-balance. He would lick his lips, in a mindless fashion, or run his fingers slowly down his chest, rubbing his belly . He'd notice Casey was looking, checking him out under his brow, shooting quick glances while typing at his computer,and somehow Casey still remained unnerved.
Could it possibly be that Casey was better at keeping it together?
Was Casey cooler than him???
He had to cast away that thought from his mind.
Somehow, it was ten minutes before air.
And Casey was still completely together, Danny's mind went bonkers.
Their kiss must have done some permanent damage to his brain.
Not such a detrimental damage he couldn't do the show, but enough, that he couldn't help grinning like an idiot every time he turned to Casey on-camera.
The show was done, and Casey's calmness and patience were gone with the wind, he grabbed Danny by his hand and hurriedly led him to the elevators.
"Where are going?" Danny asked when Casey pushed the button to the 21st floor,.
Casey didn't answer. He just tapped his foot nervously as they were making their way up.
They got out of the elevator and darkness set in. But only for Danny, because Casey's hand was covering his eyes. Casey was pushing him forward in what he assumed was a corridor.
Then they stopped.
An office- Casey took his hand away to reveal an office!
A dark office.
He wanted to tell him he had seen offices before, but then Casey pushed the light switch on, and Danny couldn't help grinning at the sight: something that look like a tent covered with masking tape.
"You built me a Sukkah?"
"Built would be an overstatement, it's a travel booth" Casey looked smug.
"So what's with the tape?"
"The instructions were bit more complicated than I thought..." Casey lowered his gaze, blushingly.
-- "So what do you think?" He finally asked.
Danny went over to have a better inspection of the amalgam of nylon and steal. The structure seemed fairly stable, but the big surprise was inside. Two sleeping bags were spread out, topped by the two pillows. On one of the pillows very innocently rested a pack of condoms a lube and a small towel.
"I see you thought of everything." Danny smiled teasingly at Casey
"Down to the toothbrush and the change of clothes". Casey was unfazed
"Never thought you being anal would ever be this useful"
"You didn't tell me what you thought?" Casey persisted.
"Well I don't think it's kosher, but it will do"
Danny found a very comfortable resting place for his arms, around Casey's neck, and went in for a kiss.
"So what is this place?" He asked as their lips parted.
"Ah huh,now that's very interesting...I did a little research today."
Danny's eyes were quizzical.
Casey went on to explain "You know how I was told my office was on the 21st floor?"
"so this is your office.." Danny tried
"I did say interesting didn't I?"
"I'm sorry go on.."
"Well it appears I've been lied to, or was at least gravely misinformed. The truth is that even if I wanted to use my own office I couldn't"
"Because you can't bare the thought of me being out of reach?" Danny smiled.
"No. because Dana is using it. It seems my office is Dana's office, or more accurately Dana's office is my office."
"So where is Dana's office?"
"The conference room."
"And the conference room?"
"Isaac's office."
"And Isaac's office" Danny wished Casey would get to his point already.
"You're standing in it, my friend."
"Wow."
"I know. the number of people having sex in Isaac's office, is multiplied weekly"
"A real epidemic..." Danny suddenly realized something. "So what makes you think I'm willing to sleep with you?"
"I did build you a booth" Casey tried to look offended.
"I think you're making a mockery out of my jewish heritage"
"I did build you a booth" he repeated.
"I think you're belittling my religious conviction"
"You don't have a religious conviction... "
"One day I might just move to Israel, then we'll see who's got the last laugh"
"That would still be me"
" How do you figure?"
"Israel's national sport is soccer"
"Than I guess I'm not moving to Israel"
"That's just as well, I kind of like the thought of keeping you around." Casey looked intently at Danny.
"Casey as I recall there was some talk about sex"
"Huh yes." Casey did recall, and resumed their sexual activity.
They were kissing. If that could actually be called that. There was biting, and licking, and shoving tongues, and groping, and loosening ties, and taking off of jackets, and in between their lips might have accidentally met.
Danny shoved Casey against the sofa that was still covered with nylon. Their breath was erratic, their touching desperate, and just as Casey was about to lean forward and start stripping Dan's shirt off, Danny backed away.
*********
He stops. He just stops.
You search bewilderingly in his eyes for a reason. He smiles, and shows you by example how to calm your breathing down.
And you get it. He wants to savor it. Every touch, every feeling, every sound and smell.
He wants your bodies to pronounce the words your mouth cannot utter.
He wants your first time to be controlled and intentional.
He kneels down on the floor by your feet, leaning back on his ankles. He carefully places your shoe- clad feet on his thighs. He slowly unlaces your shoes, and while removing them he slides his palm against your heel, then along your sole up to your toes. The duplication of the experience doesn't decrease the thrill. in fact it increases the speed of the small shots of shiver, that are running up your spine ,down through your chest, finally settling in your groin.
Danny snakes soft fingers up your calves, stroking softly until he clutches the edge of your socks, softly trailing his fingers down your feet, as he takes them off.
He lifts your legs, one at a time, and places small kisses on each of your toes, then draws them into his mouth. Licking each toe, down to the web, as he gets the big one, he starts sucking it. The sucking noises accompanied by tiny almost voiceless moans that come out of his mouth, are like an interlude to what is yet to come.
He drops your legs, and moves his fingers up your thighs. kissing and stroking his way up to your crotch. He pulls the tie over your head, and starts unbuttoning your blouse. He then removes it along with your undershirt , so slowly, you're about to scream. He obviously doesn't feel rushed by your enthusiasm. He goes back to the starting position. nuzzling his way from your groin to your collar bone, his nails scratching at your skin, his tongue brushing your chest hair.
And when he reaches your nipples. You realize imaginary Danny has nothing on him.
First he circles them with his tongue in a spiral motion. His fiery tongue, lights flames in your body. He places his teeth, at first just teasingly, then pulls at the sensitive skin, softly biting. The sharp pain soon turns into pleasure, as he cools the aroused area with wetness. It feels like it's going on for hours, and you wouldn't mind so much, if your cock wasn't threatening to shoot out at any moment.
You cry out his name, with a voice you're not sure is yours. Surprisingly high, and impossibly low, all at the same time.
You can feel his grin as he nibbles down your chest. He darts a clenched tongue into your naval, while unzipping your pants. He frees your trapped cock, and licks the shaft.
And suddenly he pulls away.
You don't think your body can go through that again.
"Dan.." your whimpering voice pleads. He lifts himself up, Placing his hands on your knees. "Don't stop" you menage to say, somehow.
"I want you to inside me" He whispers.
Gulp.
"I though..." you clear you throat. "I thought you didn't bottom"
"I want this to be a new experience for both of us." He says against your ear.
.
Um...O.K
It's only then you realize how abominably you failed at undressing him. You raise him up to his feet, while getting up yourself. This time when you cup his face to kiss him, you know exactly what you're doing. Letting your lips and tongue relax, you place them very softly against his. In a series of small encounters, your tongues are barely touching through the thin gap between his lips. You never shut your eyes once, nor let him shut his.
You want him to know.
You want him to go through the same excruciating frustration you did, as you take one item at a time off him.
You step out of your pants and instruct him to lie down beside you on the sleeping bag.
You try to keep your composure, as you examine the nude form you have been fantasizing about, every night over the last week. It's like cutting a tree with a herring. He just stares up at you waiting to be debauched,
You run moist lips, along his jawline, moving on to kiss his ear, sucking the loose skin. Your hand moves until it finds purchase at his hip.
You are thrown by how responsive his body is to your touch. He matches kiss for kiss, lick for lick, grip for grip and moan for moan.
You grab his shoulder, and he understands correctly, and turns over.
You really got to have a moment to take it all in : How Danny is, suddenly, this whole new person. how each of his body parts becomes more lovable just by idea of ownership. You lay claim to Danny's neck with your mouth, you conquer every vertebra with your lips, you throw a victory march over his ass with your teeth and finally, part the cheeks and flag his cleft with your tongue.
"Oh god!" Danny is panting and shaking, he's nearly humping the sleeping bag beneath him. It encourages you to keep going.
First, just licking, then pushing you tongue inside, then sucking the skin around the hole.
His body surges up as you start pushing lube -slick fingers inside him.
His words become incoherent and you take that as a good sign. But you also know this is the crunch time, if you don't act now, it will all over. At least for one of you. You push Danny up to his knees, slick yourself up, and align your cock with his ass.
It's so tight, you are caught between the urge to push in, and the fear of hurting him.
You can see his trying to relax, forcing his muscles to loosen. Somehow, you find yourself inside him.
At first you're only a few inches in. then each time as you thrust, you're a little deeper, until finally, your up to your balls inside him.
One of your hands is on his waist, the other one reaching around to grab his cock, jerking him off as you thrust inside him.
Every one of your senses is tuned in.
The smell of the sweat and sex, filling up your nostrils.
The obscene noises coming out of your mouths, echoing in your ears.
The sight of your cock disappearing in his ass...
The salty taste of sweat from his neck and spine. ..
And the feeling, oh GOD the feeling, not one thunder but a rain of orgasms, pouring down on you, in small intervals.
Danny's body vibrating beneath yours and you can tell he's about to come.
His muscles contract around your dick, and you start pumping cum in his ass.
You collapse beside him.
There's silence, and uneven breathing, and a real promise that something great is still to come.
"So I guess you're anal in more than one way" He says still panting.
You turn your face to look at him, and you both break into a laugh.
You know it wasn't the joke. It was something that was pent up inside you for too long.
It's like you were holding your breath for twelve years, without realizing it.
"Tomorrow's the big game" you say once the laugh dies down. "Are you excited?"
Danny leans forward, planting small lazy kisses on your shoulder, then on you face, finally on your lips" Very, Very excited.", he says against you mouth.
He, then, rests his head on your chest, and nods off.
You feel like you just hit a homerun.
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