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 'Dear Louise' and 'Thespis'. Thanks to Emily Brunson for the idea and the title. I was all ready to get to the sex, but then she came along and, well... Sequel to 'Cleveland', 'Treasure', 'Creaming', 'Things', 'Consideration', 'Elevated', 'Frustration', 'Non-problems', 'Plans', 'Buzzing', 'Sleep', and 'Talking'. More to come... Interruptus by Amirin #134 *********************** "Okay, Case, we've done the 'waking up in the morning together' thing." "And survived unscathed." "And we've talked." "And we're still talking." "This is good." "We're good." "And we're about to get better." "Is this it, Danny?" "I'm thinking so, yes." "Are you sure?" "Do you want to wait?" "I really don't." "Good. Me neither." "Pitching or catching?" "Catching." "Danny? You sure?" "Absolutely." "I'm good with that." "Okay. This is it." "Yes, it is." "Good. We're on." A moment of silence passed. "One of us should probably move." "Not a bad idea, Case." "I have them from time to time." "Yes, you do." "Okay." "Maybe you could start by moving a little closer to me. I won't bite. Yet." "You're a funny guy. If I move any closer, I'll be *inside* you." "Hey! Now, *there's* an idea..." "Shut up," Casey laughed and rolled over onto Danny, who promptly froze. "Danny? You okay?" "Fine. Great. This is good." "Why don't I believe you?" "I don't know. I think this is good." "Uh, huh," Casey murmured against Danny's neck, the skin warm and salty under his lips. "What're you doing?" Danny choked out. "Relax." "I am. Really. I totally am. I couldn't be any more relaxed. Honest." "Shhhh..." "Casey..." "God, your heart's beating so fast," Casey whispered into his ear. "It is?" "Oh, yeah. And you taste so damned good." "I do?" "Oh, yeah. And you feel incredible." "Got that right." Casey chuckled. "Damned right, I got that right." "Case..." "You are so warm." "The room's hot." "And here I thought I might have had something to do with that." "You do," Danny paused. "No, did. Have. Wait, had?" "Screw the grammar. It doesn't matter." "No." "Nothing matters but you and me, right now. Just us." "Yeah. It's just us." "Exactly. Relax. Just relax and let me..." "Casey!" "...touch you. Calm down." "I am. I'm calm. I'm fine." "No, you're not. You're strung so tight you're practically vibrating. Come on, Danny, this is me, Casey. Just me, okay?" "Yeah." "No big deal, here. It's just me." "Right." "It's okay." "It just feels so...huge." Casey grinned. "How would you know? You haven't even touched me yet." "Oh, funny. Ha, ha. Hell, for all I know, you could be giant and blue." "And two dollars off. Danny..." "Casey..." "For god's sake, *touch me*." "Where?" "*Any*where. I don't *care* where. I just want to feel your hands on me. Pick a spot and go for it." "I can do that." "Convince me. *Please*." "What do you like?" "Anything. Everything. Just do it." "Dear god, I'm in bed with a guy who quotes Nike commercials. I don't believe this." "I may have to kill you." Danny sighed. "Okay. Here I go...touching you..." "Anywhere, Danny," Casey murmured, his hands moving upward into safer territory to map out Danny's back and shoulders. He felt a hesitant touch on his arm and kissed Danny's jaw from ear to ear in silent encouragement. "That's...nice," Danny whispered just before Casey's mouth brushed his own and made him groan. He didn't realize his hands had settled on his friend's waist and he still wasn't really paying attention when they started roaming Casey's back of their own accord. Until the man spoke. "I think you're getting the hang of it," Casey mentioned quietly. "Is this...okay?" "Fine. You're doing fine. Danny, don't stop." "God, I love your mouth." "I love your nose." "You love my *what*?" "I love your nose." "I seem to recall a disparaging remark or two being directed at it in the past," Danny said a little too quickly and groaned when Casey's hand got creative. "I apologize. Profusely," Casey whispered, stroking the heated hardness of Danny's cock. "Was it envy?" Danny whimpered and arched upward into the hand currently demanding his undivided attention. "Envy?" "Of my nose?" "You're insane," Casey chuckled and slid downward, only to have his shoulders grabbed by Danny. "Where are you going?" Danny asked, his voice tinged slightly with panic. "I seem to recall you saying something earlier about loving my mouth," Casey said soothingly before taking Danny's hands in his and sliding the rest of the way down the man's body. "I think it was," Danny had to force the words out, simple speech becoming an effort at the delicious sensation of warm breath on the inside of his thigh. His eyes closed in sheer bliss, but snapped back open when everything suddenly stopped. "What was what?" Casey asked patiently, moving back up a few inches to look at Danny. "Envy," Danny choked, Casey's tongue having found his navel. "Absolutely green with it," Casey murmured with a grin and a kiss to Danny's stomach then wound his way back down to his previous target. Danny tore his hands away and twisted them into the sheets just as Casey started tracing the veins in his cock with that incredibly talented tongue of his. "God, when was the last time you did this?" Danny groaned, his legs drawing up automatically. "It's been a while," Casey confessed, nibbling the underside of the hard shaft while Danny writhed above him. "Jesus, you've forgotten nothing." "Good." "Absolutely nothing." "Danny." "Not a damned thing." "Hush." "At all." "Shhh," Casey whispered, stroking the strong legs that shook like Danny'd just run the New York Marathon. From Denver. "Take it easy. Relax. Think of something pleasant." "Something pleasant? I-I can do that." "Good. Something un-England would be nice." "Like the fact that your mouth is an inch away from my dick?" Danny gasped out. "Whatever works for you," Casey smiled, looking up at Danny, who swallowed heavily. "Relax." "Yeah. Relax." Danny got about two deep breaths taken before Casey opened that perfect, wonderful, much-loved mouth and closed it around him. "Oh. Dear. *God*!" Danny wailed in a voice that wasn't his and wailed again when the man backed off. "Okay?" Casey asked him and Danny wasn't so far gone he didn't catch the uncertainty in his friend's voice. "Hell, *yes*!" Danny said in amazement. "You have to ask?" He looked down and moaned, watching Casey's hand slowly work him to iron hardness. "Yeah," Casey shrugged and bent his head again. Danny wrenched one hand out of the sheet and tangled it gently in Casey's hair. "So good," he murmured, unconsciously thrusting upward into the hot, wet heaven surrounding his cock. "Jesus, Case...so fucking good." Casey glanced up at Danny briefly and grinned around the hot length in his mouth as the man whimpered, his entire body tensing impossibly tight. A soft litany of nothing but his name reached his ears, growing increasingly louder with every thrust and the hand in his hair suddenly gripped, the litany became a wail, and his mouth was filled with hot, thick bitter-salt. He swallowed quickly, repeatedly, and wiped what he'd missed off his chin as Danny melted, boneless, into the mattress beneath him. Danny blearily opened one eye as Casey settled next to him, huge smirk on his face. "You're looking smug," he croaked. "I have every reason to look smug," Casey countered. "You look ravished." "Thank you," Danny sighed and Casey moved to kiss him just as the phone rang. "Fuck," he groaned and reached over his friend to answer it. "Yeah, Danny Rydell. Uh, huh. Sure. Yeah, okay. No, not at all. Terrific. Okay, see ya then. Yeah. Bye." Casey frowned when Danny hung up the phone with a growl. "What?" "I've got to go do the job thing." "What thing?" "*The* thing. The thing I get paid for." "Now? Why?" "The interview's been moved up." "When do you have to be there?" "In an hour," Danny sighed. "An *hour*?" Casey said incredulously. "Yeah, I've got to leave. Like now." "This sucks, Danny. Hard." "You're one to talk," Danny laughed. "Thank you," Casey said wryly. "Christ, our timing stinks." Danny shrugged. "We'll work on that." "There is room for improvement." "I've gotta go." "I know." "What are you going to do while I'm gone?" "Well, I could either explore the tourist mecca that is Cleveland or I can lie here, naked, and think about you til you get back," Casey whispered as he ran his hand over his chest, down his stomach, and wrapped it around his cock. "I hate you. No, man, I really do. Like I'm supposed to concentrate on anything even *remotely* resembling my job, with you...you here, looking like...that. Oh, shit, Case." Danny covered his eyes with his hands and groaned. "Maybe I *should* go explore the mecca, just so you can do your job," Casey said with some sarcasm. Danny looked up at him and grinned. "You'd do that for me?" "That, and so much more, Danny. You're my sun, my moon, my starlit sky. I live for you, you know that." "I'm detecting sarcasm, here, Case." "Gee, I wonder why." "It's extremely unbecoming, I think you should know." "Don't you have, you know, a *job* or something you need to do?" "Yeah, now that you mention it," Danny sighed and kissed Casey quickly. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He slid out of bed, balanced carefully on still-quivering legs, and headed into the bathroom for a shower. "I'll be counting the moments," Casey called out as Danny started the water. "There's that sarcasm, again." "Still unbecoming?" "Extremely so, yes." "Blow me." "No time, my friend. But hold that thought..." ~~~end