These characters and their environs on Sports Night belong to ABC and Aaron Sorkin. No infringement is intended. This is just for fun, no money is being made from this. This story involves a relationship between two men, aka: slash. If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it! (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* much appreciated, and always answered. Flames will be passed around to friends and chuckled over. :) Small references to 'Napoleon's Battle Plan' and 'Mary Pat Shelby'. Sequel to 'Cleveland', 'Treasure', 'Creaming', 'Things', 'Consideration', 'Elevated', 'Frustration', 'Non-problems', and 'Plans'. More to come... Buzzing by Amirin #131 *********************** Danny leaned as far back into his fully-upright seat as he could and sighed. He grinned indulgently while Casey fastened his seatbelt for him and amused himself by playing with the man's hair. "Feel free to grope me while you're in the neighborhood." "Danny." "Shit, I feeeel good. I knew that I would, yeah." "I'm glad..." "So good. So good. *Wow*, I feeeel good." "...And no singing." "It's James Brown." "I know who it is. No singing." "Just rain on my parade, why dontcha." "Sucks to be you, Danny," Casey rolled his eyes and glared at his best friend, who'd decided to help him do up his own seatbelt. And grope him while he was in the neighborhood. "Was that absolutely necessary?" "Absolutely." "Sure it was." "It was a moral imperative." "It was." "It was the right thing to do." "Now you sound like Wilford Brimley. Got oatmeal?" "The morally correct thing, then." "The morally correct thing to do was grope me? Danny, I think your compass is skewed." "There's nothing wrong with my compass, trust me. Everything's pointing due North." "You're a funny guy." "Threw one for free." "Enough, already. I think we've had this conversation before." Danny turned his head and looked a little too drunkenly lustful to be taken seriously. "We didn't have it about *this*." "Nor do we need to." "You're no fun." Danny sulked for a moment until the booze reestablished his former good-humor. "This is a good plan," he sighed happily. "I'd have to agree." "Case, this is a *very* good plan." "Thank you." "I take back every nasty thing I ever said about your ability to plan." "I appreciate that." "You're just humoring me, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it." "Danny, you're drunk." "I'm slightly buzzed." "No, actually, you're drunk." "Somewhat buzzed." "*Very* drunk." "Buzzed. Bzzzzz." "I'm never letting you drink again." "It was part of the plan. *Your* plan..." "I know that." "...*The* plan. The plan of the century..." "Very, very drunk." "...Lucky for you it's so close to the next millennium, because this is definitely the plan of *this* millennium." "Right." "You're the man, Case." "Right." "The man with the plan." "Plan C." "Ahh, that was the plan." "You are so drunk." "Yeah. And you're not." "No, I'm not." "It wasn't part of the plan." "Next time it will be. Count on it." "Case? What's wrong?" "You aren't worried about anything, are you?" "No, should I be?" "You're feeling no pain." "I am feelin' *so* fine." "I noticed." "You are *not* feelin' so fine, Case." "No, I'm not." "There's something wrong." "No, not really...actually, yes, there is. There is. It's a small something, but there is." "What is it?" "I'm not drunk." "It wasn't part of the plan." "Yes, Danny, I'm aware of that, seeing as how it was my plan." "You're worried about this flight thing, aren't you?" "No, not really." "Then, it's gotta be the take-off and the landing thing you're worried about, right?" "Right. Just a little." "You wanna get drunk? Just a little?" "I wish I could." "You can. I've got no problem with you getting as drunk as me." "As I. And it wasn't part of the plan." "We can amend the plan." "There's not enough time to get me drunk, Danny." "Maybe not for the take-off, but we can have you blitzed off that nice ass of yours by the time we land, I guarantee it." Casey shook his head and grinned. "That might not be a bad idea." "Whoa, Case. Things are moving." "Relax. We're taxiing." "That means close to take-off, right?" Dan looked a little wild- eyed. "That's what it means, yes," Casey assured quietly. "I'm nowhere *near* drunk enough for this, my friend. *Nowhere* near. Not even close. Completely out of the ballpark." "Take my hand." "Where?" "Just hold onto me." "Are we going fast enough to get this damned thing in the air?" "Danny..." "I'm just asking. A guy needs to know these things." "The pilot knows what he's doing." "She." "What?" "She. Our pilot is female." "Then, *she* knows what she's doing." "This would not be a good time to mention all the rotten luck we've had with women, would it?" "No, it wouldn't." "Then I won't mention it." "I appreciate that." "Not a problem, Case. Anything for you," Dan mumbled, moving as close to Casey as the seatbelt would allow. "Danny? What are you doing?" "I seem to recall something about my being kissed to distraction as part of this plan." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah?" "Ohh, yeah." "Okay. Distract away." "Right here?" "Seeing as how we can't get out of these seats, which we happen to be strapped into like death-row inmates awaiting the fatal injection, *yes*, Casey, right here. No one's looking." "We're in the front row." "Mighty useful for no one looking, huh?" "You're a genius." "You're the Phi Beta Kappa, you're the genius, and you're the one stall...mmmph." Sometimes there was only one way to shut Danny Rydell up. Fortunately, it was a way Casey thoroughly enjoyed. And was rapidly becoming addicted to. Casey grinned inwardly when Danny whimpered into the kiss. He was willing to bet that the man didn't even realize the plane was off the ground. Take-off wasn't so bad when your best friend was doing his damnedest to melt your face off with a kiss. He wrapped a hand around Danny's neck, felt the man's pulse leap, then opened his eyes to take a quick look around. Danny was right. No one was paying any attention to them at all; everyone else in first class was looking out the windows at the view of New York which was rapidly disappearing behind them. Casey's attention was yanked back to Danny when the man gently bit his lower lip and he had to choke back a moan as a hot tongue licked over the slight sting. Danny sighed into Casey's mouth when the plane leveled off and the g-forces that were pushing him into his seat eased up a little. Much easier to breathe that way. Not that breathing was real high on his list, right now, anyway. Burrowing inside Casey and never coming out again was considerably higher. He pulled back and grinned at the man next to him. "Kissed stupid?" Casey asked roughly. "Yeah. I still say it's a good look for you." "You'll have to convince Natalie." "I can do that. By the way, Case, kissing to distraction works much better than alcohol." "So, I don't have to get drunk." "Nah, feel free. Between the booze, the altitude, and that kiss, I am *seriously* buzzing, here. You should buzz with me." "I should buzz?" "I think you *need* to buzz. And badly." "It's been a long time since I buzzed." "It's like riding a bike..." "Or having sex." "...You never forget how. And you just had to bring up the sex thing, didn't you?" "I wouldn't want you to forget about it." "Casey, Casey, Casey." "What?" "Do you honestly think I could forget about it? Especially after *that* kiss? Honestly?" "Honestly?" "Honestly." "No." "And you'd be right. You have no idea how badly I want you naked." "Danny, you are *so* drunk." "I'm not drunk." "You're buzzing." "That I am. And I'm still buzzing alone, Case. You need to buzz with me. I know you can do it. I have faith in you, man." "I can buzz." "And you can plan." "I can plan." "I am living proof of that, my friend," Danny smiled and leaned back into his seat. "Case?" "Yeah?" "Don't make me buzz alone." "Wouldn't dream of it." "Thank you." "Anything for you, Danny." "I will remember that." Casey grinned. "I bet you will." ~~~end