Hey, Celli!
May. 29th, 2004 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereCelli, I haven't forgotten my deal for tomorrow. Since I'll be sending the rest of this fic, somewhat continuously, is it okay if I use "/" to break paragraphs? (ie: "Going to take the other shoe off?" /Dan nodded. "Sure.") If you have a better idea for line breaks, feel free to suggest it.
Dan was tapping his fingers on the coffee table.
Casey looked up from his game of Solitaire. "You bored?"
Dan stopped tapping his fingers. He held up the cover to his new CD, the cause of the lazy, mellow music currently filling Casey's apartment. "I'm listening to music."
Casey gathered up the deck in front of him. "Wanna play cards?"
Dan shrugged and stood up. "What are we playing?"
"Poker?" Casey suggested as he shuffled the cards.
Dan sat down opposite him. "Cool. Rules?"
"Basic five card stud. Jacks wild. One article of clothing per hand." Casey was rather proud of himself for not blushing while saying that.
"Excuse me?" Dan asked, clearly surprised. "What was that last bit?"
"One article of clothing per hand," Casey repeated, feeling his cheeks heat.
"We're playing Strip Poker?" Dan sounded confused.
Casey shrugged, staring down at the cards in his hands. "I just thought…"
Dan clapped his hands. "Deal me in."
Casey grinned and looked up. "Yeah?"
"A chance to beat you *and* get you naked?" Dan asked, rubbing his hands and grinning broadly. "I'm there."
"You're there?"
"Trust me, I'm right there." Dan spread his arms wide. "Deal me in."
"You got it," Casey said, and dealt out the first hand. It went relatively quickly, Dan beating him with a full house.
"My hand." Dan looked decidedly smug. "Take it off."
Casey rolled his eyes and leaned under the table, pulling at his laces.
"Casey, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking off my shoe," Casey replied and Dan just stared at him. "It's an article of clothing."
"It's a shoe."
"It's an article of clothing. A pair of shoes would be two articles."
Dan blinked at him. "I'm wondering if you get the purpose of this game."
"To get the other person naked?"
Dan nodded. "Well, you've got the basics. But a *shoe*?"
"I get to choose which article of clothing, right?"
"Yeah."
"So it can be a shoe, right?"
"Yeah."
"So what's the problem?"
Dan shrugged. "I don't have much of a thing about your feet. There are other parts of you that I'd prefer to see naked."
"Danny, just…" Casey sighed. "Let me play my way, okay?"
Dan leaned across the table and wrapped a hand around the back of Casey's neck. It looked like a bit of a stretch. "Casey, I just like the idea of you naked. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything."
Casey smiled. "I know. But let me choose my own clothing."
Dan sighed and sat back in his chair. "It'll be ages before I get you shirtless, won't it?"
Casey laughed. "Consider it extra incentive to win."
The next hand was Dan's, and Casey took off his other shoe, ignoring Dan depressed sigh. Then Dan got three sixes (one of Casey's socks) and then two pairs (the other sock).
Dan frowned. "You're not letting me win, are you?"
Casey glared at him. "No."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Have I ever *let* you win?"
"Good point." Dan reached over. "Can I deal?"
"When we run out of cards, you can deal."
"I can't believe you can play Strip Poker and still be a stick in the mud," Dan muttered.
Casey grinned and dealt out the next hand. "Someone once told me it was part of my charm."
"They must have been crazy."
Casey sniggered. "Possibly."
Dan just rolled his eyes and took his cards. After a few minutes, he said, "Fold."
"What you got?"
"Nothing."
Now Casey was suspicious. "Really?"
"Really." Dan spread his card out. He was right; there was nothing there. "I've lost my luck."
"You've lost the Zone?"
"I've lost the Zone," Dan said mournfully, dropping his head to the table. "And the Zone was going to result in you naked. This is a tragedy."
Casey laughed at Dan's melodramatic tone. "Not really."
Dan sighed deeply. "It really is."
"Not if you look at it from my perspective." Dan glanced up and Casey grinned. "Take it off, Danny."
Dan leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. "Okay." He stood up, and made quite a production of pulling his sweatshirt over his head. He tugged his t-shirt down, covering the inch of stomach that had been exposed. "We need to turn the heating up."
"Go ahead."
Dan turned up the thermostat, and sat back down. "This game is no fun when it results in colds or the flu."
"I'll take your word for it," Casey said as he dealt out another hand. He grinned as he looked at his cards.
"What?"
"Flush."
Dan snorted. "Seriously, Casey, what are you grinning at?"
"Flush," Casey said, spreading his flush out on the table.
"I don't believe it," Dan said as he folded his cards. "I haven't just lost the Zone, I can't even see it in the distance."
"Believe it, Dan."
Dan pulled his t-shirt over his head and Casey licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over Dan's bare chest. "Deal, Casey."
The next hand was Casey's as well. "You've taken my Zone," Dan accused, standing up and undoing the button of his jeans.
"It's possible." Casey shifted as he watched Dan's hands slowly pull at the buttons. "Um, Danny?"
Danny paused, hands at his fly. "Yeah?"
"You're still wearing shoes and socks."
"I know."
Casey swallowed as Dan slowly pushed the jeans over his hips. "Then why take off your jeans?"
"I'm working on a different theory."
Dan slid the jeans down past black boxer-briefs and strong thighs. "The theory that if I expose enough flesh, your brain's going to short-circuit and you'll start losing due to lack of concentration."
"Huh?" Casey asked, biting his lip as Dan ever-so-slowly kept pushing his jeans down.
"You're kind of proving my theory."
Casey blinked. Then he dragged his attention back to the cards. "It'll just make me want to win more."
Dan leaned over the table. "It'll put you off your game."
Casey carefully kept his attention on the cards in his hand. "We'll see."
As it turned out, it didn't.
Dan glared at him and reached under the table. "Fine, I'm taking off a shoe."
Casey snickered and dealt the next hand. He was somewhat put-off when he felt Dan's leg brush against his own. "Danny?"
Dan looked up innocently, but the pressure against Casey's leg increased. "Yeah?"
Casey shifted in his chair. "Are you going to keep doing that?"
Dan's calve kept brushing against Casey's. "Are you going to fold?"
"No."
"Then I'm not going to stop," Dan said, rubbing his leg a little harder against Casey's.
Casey blinked at the cards in his hand, and figured he only had a pair anyway. He placed the cards down on the table as Dan's calve crept up the side of his leg. "Fold."
Dan grinned and pulled his leg back. "Strip, Casey."
Casey took a breath, and pulled his jacket off.
"You could have made a bit more of a show out of it," Dan said petulantly.
Casey narrowed his eyes. "Danny, you are going down."
Dan chuckled. "That's not happening until later tonight."
"You deal," Casey said, and pushed the stack of cards over to Dan. As Dan took the cards, Casey slid down a little in his seat, stretching his legs out until his feet rested either side of Dan's.
"If you're trying to distract me," Dan said, looking up and grinning, "you'll need to do better than that."
"Like this?" Casey asked, running one foot over shoes and socks, and then up the inside of Dan's ankle.
Dan started dealing cards. "It's a start."
Casey ran his bare foot up higher, slowly travelling up Dan's calve to his knee. Dan started to squirm when he got to his thigh. "Like that, Danny?"
"Just play, okay?"
Casey picked up his hand of cards and left his foot where it was, trailing up and down Dan's inner thigh. He licked his lips and pitched his voice low. "Hit me."
Dan made a strangled noise as Casey's foot roamed higher. Dan passed him the cards, and Casey grinned. Concentrating carefully, he slipped his foot higher, trying to catch the material of Dan's boxer-briefs with his toes.
"Fold," Dan said, shakily.
Casey leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. He kept his foot right where it was. "Going to take the other shoe off?"
Dan nodded. "Sure." He bent over and yanked the remaining sneaker off.
TBC...
Dan was tapping his fingers on the coffee table.
Casey looked up from his game of Solitaire. "You bored?"
Dan stopped tapping his fingers. He held up the cover to his new CD, the cause of the lazy, mellow music currently filling Casey's apartment. "I'm listening to music."
Casey gathered up the deck in front of him. "Wanna play cards?"
Dan shrugged and stood up. "What are we playing?"
"Poker?" Casey suggested as he shuffled the cards.
Dan sat down opposite him. "Cool. Rules?"
"Basic five card stud. Jacks wild. One article of clothing per hand." Casey was rather proud of himself for not blushing while saying that.
"Excuse me?" Dan asked, clearly surprised. "What was that last bit?"
"One article of clothing per hand," Casey repeated, feeling his cheeks heat.
"We're playing Strip Poker?" Dan sounded confused.
Casey shrugged, staring down at the cards in his hands. "I just thought…"
Dan clapped his hands. "Deal me in."
Casey grinned and looked up. "Yeah?"
"A chance to beat you *and* get you naked?" Dan asked, rubbing his hands and grinning broadly. "I'm there."
"You're there?"
"Trust me, I'm right there." Dan spread his arms wide. "Deal me in."
"You got it," Casey said, and dealt out the first hand. It went relatively quickly, Dan beating him with a full house.
"My hand." Dan looked decidedly smug. "Take it off."
Casey rolled his eyes and leaned under the table, pulling at his laces.
"Casey, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking off my shoe," Casey replied and Dan just stared at him. "It's an article of clothing."
"It's a shoe."
"It's an article of clothing. A pair of shoes would be two articles."
Dan blinked at him. "I'm wondering if you get the purpose of this game."
"To get the other person naked?"
Dan nodded. "Well, you've got the basics. But a *shoe*?"
"I get to choose which article of clothing, right?"
"Yeah."
"So it can be a shoe, right?"
"Yeah."
"So what's the problem?"
Dan shrugged. "I don't have much of a thing about your feet. There are other parts of you that I'd prefer to see naked."
"Danny, just…" Casey sighed. "Let me play my way, okay?"
Dan leaned across the table and wrapped a hand around the back of Casey's neck. It looked like a bit of a stretch. "Casey, I just like the idea of you naked. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything."
Casey smiled. "I know. But let me choose my own clothing."
Dan sighed and sat back in his chair. "It'll be ages before I get you shirtless, won't it?"
Casey laughed. "Consider it extra incentive to win."
The next hand was Dan's, and Casey took off his other shoe, ignoring Dan depressed sigh. Then Dan got three sixes (one of Casey's socks) and then two pairs (the other sock).
Dan frowned. "You're not letting me win, are you?"
Casey glared at him. "No."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Have I ever *let* you win?"
"Good point." Dan reached over. "Can I deal?"
"When we run out of cards, you can deal."
"I can't believe you can play Strip Poker and still be a stick in the mud," Dan muttered.
Casey grinned and dealt out the next hand. "Someone once told me it was part of my charm."
"They must have been crazy."
Casey sniggered. "Possibly."
Dan just rolled his eyes and took his cards. After a few minutes, he said, "Fold."
"What you got?"
"Nothing."
Now Casey was suspicious. "Really?"
"Really." Dan spread his card out. He was right; there was nothing there. "I've lost my luck."
"You've lost the Zone?"
"I've lost the Zone," Dan said mournfully, dropping his head to the table. "And the Zone was going to result in you naked. This is a tragedy."
Casey laughed at Dan's melodramatic tone. "Not really."
Dan sighed deeply. "It really is."
"Not if you look at it from my perspective." Dan glanced up and Casey grinned. "Take it off, Danny."
Dan leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. "Okay." He stood up, and made quite a production of pulling his sweatshirt over his head. He tugged his t-shirt down, covering the inch of stomach that had been exposed. "We need to turn the heating up."
"Go ahead."
Dan turned up the thermostat, and sat back down. "This game is no fun when it results in colds or the flu."
"I'll take your word for it," Casey said as he dealt out another hand. He grinned as he looked at his cards.
"What?"
"Flush."
Dan snorted. "Seriously, Casey, what are you grinning at?"
"Flush," Casey said, spreading his flush out on the table.
"I don't believe it," Dan said as he folded his cards. "I haven't just lost the Zone, I can't even see it in the distance."
"Believe it, Dan."
Dan pulled his t-shirt over his head and Casey licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over Dan's bare chest. "Deal, Casey."
The next hand was Casey's as well. "You've taken my Zone," Dan accused, standing up and undoing the button of his jeans.
"It's possible." Casey shifted as he watched Dan's hands slowly pull at the buttons. "Um, Danny?"
Danny paused, hands at his fly. "Yeah?"
"You're still wearing shoes and socks."
"I know."
Casey swallowed as Dan slowly pushed the jeans over his hips. "Then why take off your jeans?"
"I'm working on a different theory."
Dan slid the jeans down past black boxer-briefs and strong thighs. "The theory that if I expose enough flesh, your brain's going to short-circuit and you'll start losing due to lack of concentration."
"Huh?" Casey asked, biting his lip as Dan ever-so-slowly kept pushing his jeans down.
"You're kind of proving my theory."
Casey blinked. Then he dragged his attention back to the cards. "It'll just make me want to win more."
Dan leaned over the table. "It'll put you off your game."
Casey carefully kept his attention on the cards in his hand. "We'll see."
As it turned out, it didn't.
Dan glared at him and reached under the table. "Fine, I'm taking off a shoe."
Casey snickered and dealt the next hand. He was somewhat put-off when he felt Dan's leg brush against his own. "Danny?"
Dan looked up innocently, but the pressure against Casey's leg increased. "Yeah?"
Casey shifted in his chair. "Are you going to keep doing that?"
Dan's calve kept brushing against Casey's. "Are you going to fold?"
"No."
"Then I'm not going to stop," Dan said, rubbing his leg a little harder against Casey's.
Casey blinked at the cards in his hand, and figured he only had a pair anyway. He placed the cards down on the table as Dan's calve crept up the side of his leg. "Fold."
Dan grinned and pulled his leg back. "Strip, Casey."
Casey took a breath, and pulled his jacket off.
"You could have made a bit more of a show out of it," Dan said petulantly.
Casey narrowed his eyes. "Danny, you are going down."
Dan chuckled. "That's not happening until later tonight."
"You deal," Casey said, and pushed the stack of cards over to Dan. As Dan took the cards, Casey slid down a little in his seat, stretching his legs out until his feet rested either side of Dan's.
"If you're trying to distract me," Dan said, looking up and grinning, "you'll need to do better than that."
"Like this?" Casey asked, running one foot over shoes and socks, and then up the inside of Dan's ankle.
Dan started dealing cards. "It's a start."
Casey ran his bare foot up higher, slowly travelling up Dan's calve to his knee. Dan started to squirm when he got to his thigh. "Like that, Danny?"
"Just play, okay?"
Casey picked up his hand of cards and left his foot where it was, trailing up and down Dan's inner thigh. He licked his lips and pitched his voice low. "Hit me."
Dan made a strangled noise as Casey's foot roamed higher. Dan passed him the cards, and Casey grinned. Concentrating carefully, he slipped his foot higher, trying to catch the material of Dan's boxer-briefs with his toes.
"Fold," Dan said, shakily.
Casey leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. He kept his foot right where it was. "Going to take the other shoe off?"
Dan nodded. "Sure." He bent over and yanked the remaining sneaker off.
TBC...
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Date: 2004-05-29 04:04 am (UTC)Those are the lines that got cut from Shoe Money Tonight, right? ;-)
Love their totally different approach to stripping! *giggles*
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Date: 2004-05-29 04:08 pm (UTC)*cracks up* Oh, I like that idea.
Love their totally different approach to stripping! *giggles*
Yeah, Casey's all "It took me weeks to get up the courage to suggest this, Let's take small steps."
Danny's just showing off because he can. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-29 06:38 am (UTC)Dude, I'm supposed to WORK now? *big eyes* blushing! and distracting! and nudity! and toes! (don't ask)
And yeah, the / is a great idea. Also? *shakes you* WRITE MORE!
*ahem*
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Date: 2004-05-29 03:59 pm (UTC)*sniggers* I'm not asking about the toes. I'm not. *g*
And yeah, the / is a great idea. Also? *shakes you* WRITE MORE!
Don't shake so hard. I just woke up. I'm still *sleepy*.
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Date: 2004-05-29 06:15 pm (UTC)Am loving the text messages, btw. *hugs cell phone*
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Date: 2004-05-29 06:18 pm (UTC)Glad you're liking them, even if they're very *boring*.
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Date: 2004-05-29 06:23 pm (UTC)They're not boring! *stomps foot* They're cute! Darnit. *g* I'm taking my cell phone to dinner, just in case you feel like "boring" me again. (Er, if you feel like it.) (Dude, you know I'm tired when I start disclaiming *everything.*)
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Date: 2004-05-29 06:25 pm (UTC)*tries not to snigger* No, that's not good.
They're not boring! *stomps foot* They're cute! Darnit. *g* I'm taking my cell phone to dinner, just in case you feel like "boring" me again. (Er, if you feel like it.) (Dude, you know I'm tired when I start disclaiming *everything.*)
Hee! Okay, boring messages ahoy!
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Date: 2004-05-29 07:19 am (UTC)I ask merely for research purposes, *of course*.
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Date: 2004-05-29 03:56 pm (UTC)I ask merely for research purposes, *of course*.
Of course. *g*