Nine Hundred Thousand Things by quiesce, Dan/Casey, rated: PG
Title: Nine Hundred Thousand Things
Author: quiesce
Author's website: fix index post
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: PG
Category: Slash
Notes: Comment fic for laylee from a while back that never got posted properly.
Casey stood at the window hoping that something interesting would happen on the streets below. Nothing bad, like a car accident, just some sort of distraction. A parade maybe. Was that too much to ask?
Dan spun in his chair, humming some tune that Casey didn't recognize.
"There's really nothing to do?" Dan asked for what Casey estimated to be about the 20th time.
"The Atlanta game was delayed for weather and that's it for the rest of the day. Until it starts, if it ever does, we wait."
"How can there be absolutely nothing else going on anywhere in the world right now? There's got to be a cricket match in India that we could put on at least."
"Are you at all familiar with the workings of time zones?"
"Boooooooooooooooooored." Dan dragged the word out and started spinning again.
"There is something we could do..."
"Anything!" Dan answered quickly, putting his feet down to stop. He made a face that Casey was sure meant that the room was now spinning instead of him.
"I happen to know for a fact that the green room's empty right now."
"So? There's still nothing to watch no matter what room we're in." Dan protested.
"The green room has a door that locks. And unless someone's up in the rafters over the desk, nobody can see into the window."
"So, what you're saying is..." Dan perked up but played clueless.
"What I'm saying is that if two people, for argument's sake, let's pretend they're co-anchors of a sports show, were to disappear to said green room and lock the door behind them, they would be free to roll around on the ground without anyone being the wiser. Hypothetically."
"And by 'rolling around,' you mean the practicing the sport of wrestling, of course." Dan smirked.
"Of course. Hypothetically." Casey grinned.
They walked to the green room as quickly as they could without raising suspicion. More accurately, Casey walked and Dan, still dizzy, bounced off the walls and stumbled into Casey a couple times.
"So," Casey said as he closed the door behind them and locked it, "wanna wrestle?" He waggled his eyebrows in a comical attempt at a leer.
Dan walked up to Casey, forcing Casey back against the door. "I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing right now."
"Any of those million things involve me?"
"I would say a good 900,000 of them involve you, yes." Dan licked a stripe along Casey's jawline. "That was one." He brought his lips up to Casey's ear. "This is two." He blew gently into Casey's ear and then tugged on his earlobe with his teeth. "That was three and four."
"I would like to go on record as saying that Atlanta should get rained out way more often," Casey said in between groans.
"Agreed. Now, you were saying something about the floor?"
Casey smiled, pushed himself away from the door and pulled Dan down to the ground on top of him.
Author: quiesce
Author's website: fix index post
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Rating: PG
Category: Slash
Notes: Comment fic for laylee from a while back that never got posted properly.
Casey stood at the window hoping that something interesting would happen on the streets below. Nothing bad, like a car accident, just some sort of distraction. A parade maybe. Was that too much to ask?
Dan spun in his chair, humming some tune that Casey didn't recognize.
"There's really nothing to do?" Dan asked for what Casey estimated to be about the 20th time.
"The Atlanta game was delayed for weather and that's it for the rest of the day. Until it starts, if it ever does, we wait."
"How can there be absolutely nothing else going on anywhere in the world right now? There's got to be a cricket match in India that we could put on at least."
"Are you at all familiar with the workings of time zones?"
"Boooooooooooooooooored." Dan dragged the word out and started spinning again.
"There is something we could do..."
"Anything!" Dan answered quickly, putting his feet down to stop. He made a face that Casey was sure meant that the room was now spinning instead of him.
"I happen to know for a fact that the green room's empty right now."
"So? There's still nothing to watch no matter what room we're in." Dan protested.
"The green room has a door that locks. And unless someone's up in the rafters over the desk, nobody can see into the window."
"So, what you're saying is..." Dan perked up but played clueless.
"What I'm saying is that if two people, for argument's sake, let's pretend they're co-anchors of a sports show, were to disappear to said green room and lock the door behind them, they would be free to roll around on the ground without anyone being the wiser. Hypothetically."
"And by 'rolling around,' you mean the practicing the sport of wrestling, of course." Dan smirked.
"Of course. Hypothetically." Casey grinned.
They walked to the green room as quickly as they could without raising suspicion. More accurately, Casey walked and Dan, still dizzy, bounced off the walls and stumbled into Casey a couple times.
"So," Casey said as he closed the door behind them and locked it, "wanna wrestle?" He waggled his eyebrows in a comical attempt at a leer.
Dan walked up to Casey, forcing Casey back against the door. "I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing right now."
"Any of those million things involve me?"
"I would say a good 900,000 of them involve you, yes." Dan licked a stripe along Casey's jawline. "That was one." He brought his lips up to Casey's ear. "This is two." He blew gently into Casey's ear and then tugged on his earlobe with his teeth. "That was three and four."
"I would like to go on record as saying that Atlanta should get rained out way more often," Casey said in between groans.
"Agreed. Now, you were saying something about the floor?"
Casey smiled, pushed himself away from the door and pulled Dan down to the ground on top of him.