out_there | Casey/Dan ficlet, unbetaed

celli said: send smut! help meeeeeee!

*thinks*

Stuck

Casey scowled as Dan's hand creeped along his thigh. "Danny?"

"Yeah?" Dan replied, insinuating his hand between Casey's legs, and firmly tracing the inseam of his jeans.

Casey let his head fall back, staring up at the darkness. "Not the time or the place."

He could almost feel Dan's disbelieving stare. He wondered what it said about him that he could just imagine Dan's expression, the way his eyes would narrow and his lips would pucker. It probably said he spent far too much time around Dan.

"Where are we?" Dan asked petulantly, but left his hand on Casey's leg.

Casey sighed. "At work."

"In particular, where are we?" Dan sounded belligerant, and Casey shot him an unimpressed look. Of course, in the total darkness, Dan probably couldn't see how ridiculous he thought this was.

"In the elevator."

Dan huffed in annoyance, and Casey could feel the warm breath against his neck. He tried not to squirm as Dan leaned closer and asked, "And what has happened to the elevator?"

"It has broken down."

"It has broken down," Dan repeated firmly.

"Yes, it has," Casey agreed, listening to the hushed whisper of friction that meant that Danny was moving. Probably moving closer.

"It has broken down, with no lights, no phone connection, and basically, no power."

Casey nodded, and realised that gesture was pretty useless when Dan couldn't see him. "No power."

"And what does this mean?" Dan said, suddenly only inches from Casey's ear. Casey flinched in surprise.

"Our senses will come alive?" Casey asked, laughing as he settled back down.

Dan slapped him lightly on the arm. "No, it means there's no security cameras."

"So?" Casey asked, lightly banging his head back against the padded wall.

"So," Dan said, running a hand lightly over Casey's jaw, and turning his head to face Dan. That just wasn't playing fair. "No. Security. Cameras," Dan repeated softly, and Casey could smell the apple pastry Dan had been eating as they got on.

"Oh," Casey said, face breaking out into a grin.

Casey had the distinct impression Dan was nodding. "Exactly."

Casey could hear the self-satisfied smile in Dan's voice, and really, kissing him seemed to be the only way to make him stop sounding so smug. Wrapping a hand around the back of Dan's neck, he pulled Dan towards him, pressing light kisses along Dan's cheek until he reached Dan's smile.

Running his tongue along Dan's lips, Casey shifted, turning towards Dan and pressing closer. Dan kissed him back hungrily, tracing his hands up under Casey's sweater, pressing warm fingers against Casey's back. Casey groaned into the kiss, tasting apples and cinnamon, and that faint taste of coffee that always felt like Dan.

Then, the floor beneath them jerked, and Casey pulled back in shock. The lights flickered on, and the elevator started to rise again. "Hey, we're moving."

"Yay," Dan said drily. This time, he could see Dan's scowl, and his well-kissed lips. Casey laughed, and pulled his sweater until it was straight again. He stood up, and helped Dan to his feet. Dan sighed. "Do you think I did something really bad in a previous life?"

"Like cheat on your taxes?" Casey asked with a snigger.

Dan snorted. "Unlike you, Mr I-wouldn't-understand-accrual-if-it-bit-me, I don't cheat on my taxes."

"Could you maybe not tell too many people that?" Casey ducked his head, grinning sheepishly. "So, why the question?"

Shrugging, Dan shifted and Casey tried to keep his eyes on Dan's face. "Well, it's a lot of bad karma."

"Yeah?"

"Being trapped in a elevator with you? Not being rescued until now?" Dan asked with a bright gleam of mischief. Casey could hear the words that weren't being said. "It kinda bites."

Casey sighed, and casually wrapped an arm around Dan's shoulders. "Next time, I'll make sure you get stuck with a supermodel, okay?"

"I'd appreciate that, Casey," Dan said, laughing as the elevator doors opened.

THE END

Okay, it's not exactly smut, but there's tax-talk, so that's sorta gotta make up for it.