SN WIP: Homophobic - Part Fourteen
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out_thereWrote the next section, and am now listening to Tom Waits and feeling very proud of myself. Now, I just need to put away my clothes for the morning. *g*
And, obviously, it was a weekend for watching SN. Me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mecurtin (which I always mentally pronounce as "McCurshin" regardless of the actual *spelling*) and laylee all sat down and watched Sports Night episodes this weekend (though not together *g*). Must be the stars. Or something like that.
Previous parts here. This part rated NC-17 for solo-porn.
***
Dana laughed when she spotted him hanging around her office door. "Casey?"
Spinning around to face her smile, he couldn't help grinning too. "Hey."
"You are like the antithesis of stealth."
Casey shrugged. "Dan likes to think he's the stealthy one," he replied, following Dana over to her couch.
"When Dan's the stealthy one," she said, flopping down and kicking off her shoes, "you've got to worry."
Casey snorted. "Come to lunch with me."
"Is this another thank-you?"
"No."
"What is it then?"
"It's me asking you to lunch because I don't want to look like a loser who's eating alone," Casey replied.
Dana blinked. "I eat lunch alone."
"Which proves my point."
Dana glared at him. "Go write your script."
Casey drew in a big breath and sighed dramatically. "I can't."
"You can't?"
Casey nodded.
"Why not?" Dana asked with a hint of a grin.
"Danny's asleep."
"Is he sleeping on your keyboard?"
"No," Casey replied, rolling his eyes at her.
Dana rolled her eyes back at him. "Then why can't you write?"
"I just... can't." Casey shrugged. There was no way to explain that spending three hours in their office while Dan slept resulted in about half an hour's writing, and two and a half hours of just watching Danny. "It's distracting."
"He snores?"
"Something like that."
Dana twisted around on the couch, drawing one leg up underneath her. "Can't you just wake him up?"
"Official naptime," Casey replied seriously.
"You know," Dana replied, stretching her neck, "I really didn't think Dan meant that."
"No?"
"He used the word naptime in the middle of a rundown meeting." Dana chuckled. "I think I had a right to assume he was joking."
Casey grinned, remembering Dan's little announcement. "All in all, it's a practical idea. He's more awake on air and the scripts retain their typical brilliance."
Dana snorted. "It's a ridiculous idea," she mocked easily, "that just happens to be practical."
"It's very practical. Apart from the fact that I now have to eat lunch alone." He widened his eyes at Dana, waiting for her to cave.
"You're going to sit on my couch, giving me that 'woe is me' look?" Dana rolled her eyes but he could see her starting to crack under the emotional pressure.
"I'm just saying come to lunch with me. We'll eat, we'll drink, we'll be merry." Casey grinned. "Or you could be Pippin, if you want."
Dana frowned at him. "What?"
"Jeremy would have got that joke," Casey muttered.
Dana shot him a sympathetic smile. "Missing your nerd-in-arms?"
"It's 'Lord of the Rings.' It's not like it's some weird piece of computer jargon," Casey pointed out, slightly offended by the nerd-reference.
"If it was computer jargon, you'd be a geek. And possibly useful when the printers break down. Instead, you're the kind of nerd who probably speaks Elfish."
"I'll have you know that JRR Tolkien was an accomplished student of languages. A lot of research went into Lord of the Rings."
Dana laughed. "A lot of research?"
"Yes." Casey nodded. "A lot of research."
"What was he doing? Gathering artifacts from the ancient civilization of hobbits?"
Casey crossed his arms. "I'm not sure if I want to have lunch with you anymore."
"Because I insulted your hobbits?" Dana asked with a sharp grin.
"It's a classic book, Dana. It's a *classic*!" Casey gestured with his hand as he talked. "It draws on the central English mythologies from Beowulf to King Arthur, telling us of an epic struggle between good and evil. It's not to be mocked."
"Huh."
"Huh?"
"I never realized you were such a literature nerd."
Casey blinked, trying to work out if there was any way he could deny that. "It's a classic story, Dana. I'm just saying, there should be some respect for the classics."
Dana stretched her legs in front her, rolling her ankles around in small pointy-toed circles. "It was a childhood favorite, wasn't it?"
"When I was twelve," Casey admitted, "it was my favorite book."
"Jeremy read it at eight."
Casey frowned at her. "I come her to ask you out to lunch, and you're insulting me?"
Dana chuckled. "You started it, buster."
"The loser's eat alone crack?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let me rephrase that," Casey said, plastering on his most charming smile. "I want you to come to lunch with me, because I would like to spend an hour with your warm friendship and sparkling wit."
Dana burst out laughing, but stood up. "Okay, Charm Boy. Lead on."
Casey waggled his eyebrows at her as he held the door open. "Me not looking like a loser is an added bonus."
***
"...and we'll be back after this break," Casey told the cameras.
"Two minutes back," Sally announced in his ear, which was strange and unnerving at the best of times. To Dan's credit, it didn't seem to unnerve him at all. Of course, when Casey had complained about it earlier, Dan had cited it as a hazard of fraternization within the workplace.
Dan tapped his pencil on the anchor desk. "You want a lift home tonight?"
Casey blinked. "Why?"
"Because I've got to post a letter tonight, and there's a mailbox on the way to your place."
"You could have sent it in the office post," Casey replied, looking over the next segment's script.
"Forgot," Dan replied with a shrug. "So do you want a lift?"
"Not really."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "You suddenly have issues with my car?"
Casey snorted. "Why would I have issues with your car?"
"Last I knew, you were calling my car big, warm and wonderful," Dan said with a decidedly proud grin. "I'm just making sure the two of you haven't broken up since then."
"Yes, Danny, that's the reason I don't want a lift," Casey deadpanned. "I've broken up with your car. I'm sorry, it's just too painful to be around her at the moment."
"I should have warned you. She's a bit of a heartbreaker."
"Are you guys ready for the next update?" Sally asked. It wasn't that her tone was cold, it was that she always sounded a little... confused by their banter. Like she thought she should be amused, but just found it annoying. Casey guessed that working with Peter and Paul would erode anyone's sense of humor.
Dan claimed she'd never had a sense of humor to start with. "We've got it covered, Sally."
"Just checking," Sally replied, and chuckled in that low way that still sent Casey's mind to R-rated places.
"Anyway," Dan said, turning to him as if they hadn't been interrupted. "Why don't you want a lift?"
"I'm staying late at the station."
"Really?" Dan asked, with the type of disbelief that the Spanish Inquisition would have used when someone claimed it was just the plants that made people heal faster.
"Gymnastics final on tonight," Casey replied, trying not be too dorkishly gleeful about it.
"Yeah?" Dan asked, with the shadow of a mocking grin.
"Men's all-around individuals," Casey confirmed. "Starts at four, so I'm going to hang around and watch it live on the network feed."
Dan just shook his head and turned back to the broadcast. "Now that you're back, we'll take you straight to the latest rumors..."
***
Casey yawned his way into work the next morning. He'd stayed in the office until seven, meaning he wasn't home and in bed until almost eight. And he couldn't get to sleep until nearly ten. Four hours sleep did not make for an alert sports anchor.
Dan blinked at him. "I think you need to join me in naptime."
"I'm not--" Casey yawned. "Sleeping in the office with you."
"Napping, Casey. There's an important difference."
"Is it important enough for me to strangle you?" Casey asked tiredly.
"Okay, a slight difference," Dan amended with a quick smirk. Casey rolled his eyes and hung up his jacket. "Still, I think you could do with the shut-eye."
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"We only have one couch," Casey pointed out.
Dan shrugged. "We could share it?"
Casey looked at the couch. Then he looked at Dan, and then at the couch again. "Share it?"
"Okay, maybe that wouldn't work," Dan said with another shrug.
"Well, considering we're both close to six foot, no, I don't think it would."
Dan scowled at him. "I'm six foot!"
"You're five eleven, Danny."
"I'm six foot."
"Five. Eleven."
Dan stalked over to Casey and poked him in the chest. "I'm six foot and I'm assuming you're so sleep-deprived you can't see that fact."
"I know I can see over you," Casey said, pretending to peer over Dan's head.
"I was going to offer you the couch, but for that comment? You can make your own naptime arrangements."
Casey smirked at Dan, but ruined the effect by yawning again.
Dan sat down, fluffing up the pillow that had somehow become a fixture since Naptime started. "Sure you don't want the couch?" Dan offered as he toed off his shoes.
Casey shrugged and walked closer. "Yeah. I'm not a fan of naps anyway."
"Don't know what you're missing," Dan replied with a grin that made him look all of five years old.
On pure impulse, Casey ruffled a hand through Dan's hair. "Good night, Danny." Dan just rolled his eyes and lay down, pulling the pillow under his head.
Casey did what he normally did during naptime. He went to bother Dana.
***
There was a gentle tug on his shoulder. "Casey?"
Casey yawned, and blinked his eyes open. Then he groaned and shut them again. "Huh?"
"Eight o'clock rundown's about to start," Dana said quietly.
He opened his eyes again and found Dana staring down at him, looking rather amused. "I fell asleep?"
"On my couch, no less."
"Huh." Casey stretched his jaw, and pushed himself off the burgundy couch.
Dana pushed back a strand of blonde hair. "Why were you sleeping on my couch?"
"I wasn't." Casey yawned, and then continued, "I wasn't sleeping. I was waiting for you to get back from wherever you were."
"For lunch?"
Casey shrugged. "Yeah."
"Just a hint, Casey," Dana said with a bright smile. "Waiting doesn't usually involve snoring."
Casey smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
Dana strode over to her desk, gathering clipboard and notes. "Why don't you stop by the food table and then come to the rundown?"
Casey nodded, fighting the urge to yawn again. "I think coffee would be good."
"We're out of milk, so it'll have to be black," Dana said as she walked to the door.
"We're out of milk?" Casey called out, but she was already out the door. Shrugging, and whining to himself about the unreasonable lack of dairy products, Casey made his way to the craft services table. One black coffee and one ham sandwich later, he was awake enough to face the world, and more importantly, his co-workers. He grabbed an apple just to be on the safe side.
Danny grinned at him when he sat down at the conference table, and Casey breifly wondered what Dana had said. "Told you naptime was a good idea," Dan said under his breath, as Kim talked about the twenties.
"Yeah, well. Sometimes your good ideas are good ideas--"
"Like naptime," Dan supplied.
Casey nodded. "And sometimes they're just insane."
***
Two days later, Kim interrupted actual writing time to announce, "Water Polo finals are on tonight."
Casey stopped typing and looked over at her. It took an extra few seconds for Dan to stop working on the laptop. "I think I speak for both of us," Casey said reasonably, "when I say: what the heck?"
Dan raised one hand, waving at Kim. "If he's using the word 'heck,' he's sure as heck not speaking for me."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Women's Water Polo. The final games are on tonight. I'm trying to work out who's going to be here to watch them with me."
"Nah," Casey replied and turned back to his script.
"Why not?" Kim demanded firmly.
"First of all, it's Women's Water Polo, starting at five in the morning. Give me one good reason I'd want to watch that."
"It's the inaugural event. It's the first time this sport has been played on a Olympics level," Kim said, resting her clipboard against her hip. "It's groundbreaking sport."
"It's wet female athletes in swimsuits," Dan pointed out with a leer. "That's almost worth losing sleep over."
Casey snorted. "It's a game between Australia and America. I'm not losing sleep for that."
"What?" Kim asked, brows drawing in confusion.
"He wanted Kazakhstan to win," Danny explained.
"Why Kazakhstan?"
Dan shrugged. "He likes saying the word Kazakhstan."
Kim walked over to the desk, and dropped her clipboard noisily, just in front of Casey's fingers. Casey looked up, more out of curiosity than actual fear. "This is a world first event and you're only interest is getting to say a funny word?"
"I take offense to that. I wanted to follow that team to victory. My heart was broken when they lost," Casey replied, mock-seriously.
"It must have been broken a lot," Dan said snidely.
"Out of six countries," Casey replied, "they came last. They played five games, and scored a total of twenty-three points. Do you know the total scores of the opposing teams during those games?"
Dan shook his head. "Not a clue."
"Forty-one," Casey said mournfully. "They stole my chance of announcing that Kazakhstan, yes, *Kazakhstan* had won gold."
"Poor baby," Kim replied. "But that does prove you've been following it."
Casey grinned. "Yeah, but I can't afford to be awake until eight a.m. when I have to be on the air until three the next morning."
Kim nodded, knowing when the battle was lost. "You want me to tape it for you?"
"Yeah," Dan replied, nodding his head. "Casey and me--"
"Casey and I," Casey corrected under his breath, and then glanced up to see both Kim and Dan staring at him. "Sorry."
"Casey and *I*," Dan said with a roll of his eyes, "will watch it in the morning."
***
That night, Casey was almost tempted to stay at the studio. Kim had managed to convince Elliot, Chris, Dave and Will to stay and watch, as well as some of the WCU crowd. There was a wide selection of caffeinated drinks and take-out containers from four different restaurants on the table, and Dana was sitting on the phone, talking to Natalie.
For a moment, he was tempted to stay, to drink a lot of Coke and deal with tomorrow when it came. Instead, he remembered that he had a standing date to watch the game with Dan in the morning, so he bid a quick good night to Natalie, and headed home.
Peeling out of jeans and shirt, Casey stepped into the shower, feeling as if he'd been awake for far too long. Which wasn't completely untrue.
He meant to have a quick shower, to wash off the day's non-existent grime, and then go to bed. Instead, he found himself standing under the hot water, staring at the shampoo Dan had convinced him to buy.
He could still picture Dan's enthusiastic grin as he said, "It's not a girly-shampoo, Casey. It's an expensive, quality shampoo. This turns hair-washing from a chore to an indulgence."
Casey picked it up, squeezing a small amount into his hand. More than anything else, he'd bought it because sometimes it was worth indulging Dan; worth spending an extra twenty or forty dollars just to see Dan's face light up in a grin when he spotted it in Casey's shower.
Casey rubbed his hands together, having fun turning the creamy liquid into foam. Then he rolled his eyes at himself. He was a little old for making bubbles. He rinsed the foam off his fingers, trying to remember that he was tired, but that didn't make him three years old.
He stepped further under the spray, tilting his head up to feel the water against his face, to let it run down his neck and chest. Turning around, he stretched his shoulders under the heat, luxuriating in the relaxing warmth. Pushing his dripping hair off his forehead, he caught a whiff of Dan. No, not Dan. Dan's shampoo. That soft vanilla fragrance that mixed with aftershave, car air-freshener and make-up remover to make a scent that was *Dan*.
Casey licked his lips, thinking of that smell and wondering if Dan would taste the same way. If Dan would taste like vanilla and citrus and clear water when Casey licked him.
Probably not, Casey thought as he brought his palm to his mouth. It didn't taste like Danny. Didn't taste like anything except clean skin and a hint of soap that must be from the shampoo.
But that's what Dan would smell like when he kissed Casey, when he stood close enough to wrap his arms around Casey and hold him still. Casey stretched under the water, imagining Dan's arms sneaking around his waist.
The water was warm against his back, and it was easy to imagine Dan pressed against him, bare skin against bare skin. Casey closed his eyes, imagining Dan kissing his shoulder, biting down lightly. Licking his way up Casey's neck and chuckling when Casey squirmed, when Casey pressed back against him. Dan would press a light kiss to the nape of Casey's neck, and then move to the other shoulder, biting and nuzzling until Casey whined; maybe until Casey begged.
"Please, Danny. Please..." Casey heard himself groan as he stretched a hand forward to brace himself against the tiles.
Casey rubbed his hand along his stomach, pushing at Dan's imaginary wrist, trying to force his hand lower. Dan would laugh, low and sexy, and slowly slide his fingers down, over Casey's stomach, over Casey's hips, down until he was cupping Casey's cock in his loose grip. "Is that what you want, Casey?"
Casey let himself nod in reply, tightening his hand around his cock.
Dan would probably stroke him slowly, teasing him under the hot water, but Casey couldn't go that slow. Couldn't do anything other than work himself hard and fast, imagining Dan's hand and Dan's lips, and Dan's body pressed tight against him. Couldn't do anything other than lean his shoulder against the cold tiling and push himself over the edge, spraying the white tiles.
Casey stood there for a few moments, or rather, he leaned there until he was sure his knees weren't going to give way. Then, he rinsed himself off, washed down the tiles and turned off the taps, tightening them so they wouldn't drip all night. Slothfully, he dragged himself to bed and crashed.
***
Casey was in the middle of dreaming of Dan's mouth, so hearing Dan's voice wasn't much of a surprise.
But it was surprising to hear Danny say, "...pick up if you're there."
Casey blinked himself awake, and realized the sound was coming from his machine. "...You're usually up earlier than me," Danny was saying, "so do you want to go in early and watch the match? I got a text message from Kim saying it was..."
Casey stumbled out of bed, and grabbed at the phone handset. On his second attempt, he picked it up and switched off the machine. "Hey."
"You were sleeping?"
"I do occasionally do it."
Dan chuckled. "There's a lot of things you only do occasionally, Casey."
Casey let that remark go, mainly because he couldn't think of an appropriate comeback. "You want to pick me up?"
"Sure. Be at your place in half an hour?"
Casey yawned. "See you then."
"Cool," Dan replied and hung up. Casey listened to the low moan of the dial tone for a moment, and then jumped in the shower quickly. Half an hour later, he was washed, dressed and just finishing up a cup of coffee as Dan buzzed downstairs.
"I'll be down in a second," Casey replied through the intercom, and grabbed his jacket. Dan was double parked out the front of his building. Casey jogged around the side, and slide into the passenger's seat.
"You've made up with my car?" Dan asked as he started the engine.
"We've come to an arrangement."
Dan's gaze slid from the road for a moment, then quickly returned to the traffic in front of them. "What are the terms?"
"I've accepted that whatever I do, she's still going to want to see other people," Casey replied and Dan snorted. "And she's accepted that a quick ride in a cab doesn't mean I'm cheating on her."
"Sounds like you have a very open relationship."
"A girl like this?" Casey asked, leaning forward to pat the dashboard lovingly. "You can't tie her down to traditional moral judgments."
Dan laughed loudly. "If you say so."
***
"She didn't make it!" Dan exclaimed, standing a foot in front of the TV screen.
"She did." Casey stood beside him, waiting for the judges call. "She made the shot in time."
"She didn't, Casey. The timer rang before it landed."
"It rang after."
"Before."
"After."
"Before," Casey repeated, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Higgins' shot landed before the timer, and you're too biased to see that."
"I am not," Dan replied sullenly.
"You are, too." Casey turned to Dan, suddenly remembering that since it was on tape, they could always rewind to the judges call. "You're so hyped about America winning the first Women's Water Polo gold medal, that you've lost your objectivity. And your mind, because she clearly made it."
Dan narrowed his eyes. "I want America to win because we're the better team."
"And yet, Australia still beat you."
"No, they didn't, because she didn't make it."
Casey spun around and called across the office. "Hey, Kim!" When Kim looked up, he gestured at her to come over.
"You got to the end of the game?" she asked, standing in the doorway.
"Who won?"
Kim smiled. "What do you think?"
"Australia," Casey replied quickly.
"America," Dan said firmly.
Kim shrugged apologetically at Dan. "Australia."
"That last shot *counted*?" Dan asked in disbelief. "That so shouldn't have counted."
Casey smirked. "Told you it was in."
***
"...the bronze medal went to Russia, while Australia and America battled it out for the gold. Tied at three-three, the gold finally went to Australia due to a last second goal shot by Yvette Higgins. Unfortunately, Kazakhstan didn't make it to either of the final games," Casey read off the teleprompter with a grin, "but at least I got a chance to say Kazakhstan one more time."
"That's all for tonight," Dan continued smoothly. "We'll see you in two hours time for the West Coast Update."
"Unless you hang around to catch the Sports Night repeat at one, in which case, we'll see you in an hours time."
"This is Dan Rydell, alongside Casey McCall, and you've been watching Sports Night on QVN." They held their smiles until the end credits kicked in, and then stood up. "I still don't think that last goal should have counted."
"Give it a rest, Danny. It counted and there's nothing you can do about it," Casey said as he pulled off his mike. "Now I'm going to go order Chinese, and then I'm taking over the TV in our office."
"How come?"
Casey grinned. "Because I like Chinese. It's a very enjoyable takeaway food that makes you feel satisfied without being overly full."
"That wasn't what I meant," Dan said, "and you know it."
"Then you should say what you mean."
"And mean what I say?" Dan asked, obviously picking up on the 'Alice in Wonderland' reference. "Why are you taking over the TV?"
"Because this is the Olympics, and I'm surrounded by sport. In fact, I'm surrounded by sport I can watch. So I'm going to."
Dan stared at him. "You're going to watch sport on my TV and not tell me what it is?"
"Our TV."
"Mine. My office, my TV."
Casey walked into the office in question, laughing at Dan's attempt at possessive claiming their office. "We both work here, we both use the TV. But if you don't want me using it, I can always go use one of Dana's."
Dan pulled off his jacket, carefully placing it over the back of one of their chairs. "I didn't say you couldn't watch my TV, I just wanted to know what you were watching on it."
Casey grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch. "Gymnastics final."
"Wasn't that on a couple days ago?"
"That was the Men's All-around Individual Final. This is the Mens' final in floor, pommel horse and rings."
Dan gave him a long look, and then shrugged and sat down beside him. "Pass me a Red Bull, and we'll see just how boring this sport is."
Reaching around to search the fridge, Casey rolled his eyes at Dan's lack of enthusiasm. "Feel free to find something else to entertain you for the next two hours."
"Nah." Dan waved his objections off. "Even watching guys in leotards is worth a bit of free Chinese takeaway."
"Who said I was buying you takeaway?"
"No one."
"Then what makes you think I am?"
Dan grinned widely at him. "The fact that if you don't, I'll just end up eating half of yours anyway."
Casey groaned, knowing Dan was right. "Fine. What do you want?"
"Sweet and sour pork. Honey chicken. Fried rice. Prawn crackers."
Casey raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"
"Do you think we could fit in prawns and cashews?" Dan wondered aloud.
"Fine." Casey sighed. "Sweet and sour pork, honey chicken, prawns and cashews and two large fried rice's."
"And prawn crackers."
"And prawn crackers," Casey agreed, reaching for the phone to order.
By the time they were halfway through the second fried rice, and had decided to leave the sweet and sour pork in the fridge for later, Dan was actually watching the screen with some interest. "I've got to say, that's pretty impressive."
"Pommel horse," Casey replied with food in his mouth. Then he chewed and swallowed, like his Mom had taught him, and continued talking. "My favorite event."
Dan turned to him with a sharp grin. "The one you were best at?"
Shaking his head, Casey replied, "I sucked at it."
"Really?"
"Just because you enjoy something doesn't mean you're good at it."
"Didn't you do gymnastics for years?" Dan asked, obviously a little confused.
"Yeah, but... I wasn't great at it, Danny. I was just reasonable." Casey smiled, remembering college years. Spending hours doing something he loved, without having his father ask him why he bothered; why he wasted his time on something he was never going to win. "I liked the floor routines, but I didn't have the control to be much good at the rings. And I certainly didn't have the control to be anything but passable on the pommel horse."
"Really?" Dan blinked at him and then took another mouthful of fried rice. "I just... always imagined you being good at it."
Laughing, Casey turned his attention back to the screen, watching the Russian contestant swing from arm to arm. "I enjoyed it. But I never competed on a state level, let alone Nationals."
"Huh."
"I still love it, though." The young man swung about on the television set, and Casey watched his movements with awe. "So much power combined with so much control? It's subtle and graceful, and the ultimate example of trying to beat your personal best. Of trying to make this time, this try, just a little more perfect than the last one."
Dan was uncharacteristically quiet, so Casey turned to look at him. With a fond smile on his face, Dan was toying with the cap of his bottle and watching Casey. "I didn't know you loved it so much."
Casey shrugged. "It's not the coolest of sports to follow."
"Then it's just as well you're not the coolest of guys," Dan wisecracked, but his gentle smile took most of the sting out of his comment.
***
And, obviously, it was a weekend for watching SN. Me,
mecurtin (which I always mentally pronounce as "McCurshin" regardless of the actual *spelling*) and laylee all sat down and watched Sports Night episodes this weekend (though not together *g*). Must be the stars. Or something like that.Previous parts here. This part rated NC-17 for solo-porn.
***
Dana laughed when she spotted him hanging around her office door. "Casey?"
Spinning around to face her smile, he couldn't help grinning too. "Hey."
"You are like the antithesis of stealth."
Casey shrugged. "Dan likes to think he's the stealthy one," he replied, following Dana over to her couch.
"When Dan's the stealthy one," she said, flopping down and kicking off her shoes, "you've got to worry."
Casey snorted. "Come to lunch with me."
"Is this another thank-you?"
"No."
"What is it then?"
"It's me asking you to lunch because I don't want to look like a loser who's eating alone," Casey replied.
Dana blinked. "I eat lunch alone."
"Which proves my point."
Dana glared at him. "Go write your script."
Casey drew in a big breath and sighed dramatically. "I can't."
"You can't?"
Casey nodded.
"Why not?" Dana asked with a hint of a grin.
"Danny's asleep."
"Is he sleeping on your keyboard?"
"No," Casey replied, rolling his eyes at her.
Dana rolled her eyes back at him. "Then why can't you write?"
"I just... can't." Casey shrugged. There was no way to explain that spending three hours in their office while Dan slept resulted in about half an hour's writing, and two and a half hours of just watching Danny. "It's distracting."
"He snores?"
"Something like that."
Dana twisted around on the couch, drawing one leg up underneath her. "Can't you just wake him up?"
"Official naptime," Casey replied seriously.
"You know," Dana replied, stretching her neck, "I really didn't think Dan meant that."
"No?"
"He used the word naptime in the middle of a rundown meeting." Dana chuckled. "I think I had a right to assume he was joking."
Casey grinned, remembering Dan's little announcement. "All in all, it's a practical idea. He's more awake on air and the scripts retain their typical brilliance."
Dana snorted. "It's a ridiculous idea," she mocked easily, "that just happens to be practical."
"It's very practical. Apart from the fact that I now have to eat lunch alone." He widened his eyes at Dana, waiting for her to cave.
"You're going to sit on my couch, giving me that 'woe is me' look?" Dana rolled her eyes but he could see her starting to crack under the emotional pressure.
"I'm just saying come to lunch with me. We'll eat, we'll drink, we'll be merry." Casey grinned. "Or you could be Pippin, if you want."
Dana frowned at him. "What?"
"Jeremy would have got that joke," Casey muttered.
Dana shot him a sympathetic smile. "Missing your nerd-in-arms?"
"It's 'Lord of the Rings.' It's not like it's some weird piece of computer jargon," Casey pointed out, slightly offended by the nerd-reference.
"If it was computer jargon, you'd be a geek. And possibly useful when the printers break down. Instead, you're the kind of nerd who probably speaks Elfish."
"I'll have you know that JRR Tolkien was an accomplished student of languages. A lot of research went into Lord of the Rings."
Dana laughed. "A lot of research?"
"Yes." Casey nodded. "A lot of research."
"What was he doing? Gathering artifacts from the ancient civilization of hobbits?"
Casey crossed his arms. "I'm not sure if I want to have lunch with you anymore."
"Because I insulted your hobbits?" Dana asked with a sharp grin.
"It's a classic book, Dana. It's a *classic*!" Casey gestured with his hand as he talked. "It draws on the central English mythologies from Beowulf to King Arthur, telling us of an epic struggle between good and evil. It's not to be mocked."
"Huh."
"Huh?"
"I never realized you were such a literature nerd."
Casey blinked, trying to work out if there was any way he could deny that. "It's a classic story, Dana. I'm just saying, there should be some respect for the classics."
Dana stretched her legs in front her, rolling her ankles around in small pointy-toed circles. "It was a childhood favorite, wasn't it?"
"When I was twelve," Casey admitted, "it was my favorite book."
"Jeremy read it at eight."
Casey frowned at her. "I come her to ask you out to lunch, and you're insulting me?"
Dana chuckled. "You started it, buster."
"The loser's eat alone crack?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let me rephrase that," Casey said, plastering on his most charming smile. "I want you to come to lunch with me, because I would like to spend an hour with your warm friendship and sparkling wit."
Dana burst out laughing, but stood up. "Okay, Charm Boy. Lead on."
Casey waggled his eyebrows at her as he held the door open. "Me not looking like a loser is an added bonus."
***
"...and we'll be back after this break," Casey told the cameras.
"Two minutes back," Sally announced in his ear, which was strange and unnerving at the best of times. To Dan's credit, it didn't seem to unnerve him at all. Of course, when Casey had complained about it earlier, Dan had cited it as a hazard of fraternization within the workplace.
Dan tapped his pencil on the anchor desk. "You want a lift home tonight?"
Casey blinked. "Why?"
"Because I've got to post a letter tonight, and there's a mailbox on the way to your place."
"You could have sent it in the office post," Casey replied, looking over the next segment's script.
"Forgot," Dan replied with a shrug. "So do you want a lift?"
"Not really."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "You suddenly have issues with my car?"
Casey snorted. "Why would I have issues with your car?"
"Last I knew, you were calling my car big, warm and wonderful," Dan said with a decidedly proud grin. "I'm just making sure the two of you haven't broken up since then."
"Yes, Danny, that's the reason I don't want a lift," Casey deadpanned. "I've broken up with your car. I'm sorry, it's just too painful to be around her at the moment."
"I should have warned you. She's a bit of a heartbreaker."
"Are you guys ready for the next update?" Sally asked. It wasn't that her tone was cold, it was that she always sounded a little... confused by their banter. Like she thought she should be amused, but just found it annoying. Casey guessed that working with Peter and Paul would erode anyone's sense of humor.
Dan claimed she'd never had a sense of humor to start with. "We've got it covered, Sally."
"Just checking," Sally replied, and chuckled in that low way that still sent Casey's mind to R-rated places.
"Anyway," Dan said, turning to him as if they hadn't been interrupted. "Why don't you want a lift?"
"I'm staying late at the station."
"Really?" Dan asked, with the type of disbelief that the Spanish Inquisition would have used when someone claimed it was just the plants that made people heal faster.
"Gymnastics final on tonight," Casey replied, trying not be too dorkishly gleeful about it.
"Yeah?" Dan asked, with the shadow of a mocking grin.
"Men's all-around individuals," Casey confirmed. "Starts at four, so I'm going to hang around and watch it live on the network feed."
Dan just shook his head and turned back to the broadcast. "Now that you're back, we'll take you straight to the latest rumors..."
***
Casey yawned his way into work the next morning. He'd stayed in the office until seven, meaning he wasn't home and in bed until almost eight. And he couldn't get to sleep until nearly ten. Four hours sleep did not make for an alert sports anchor.
Dan blinked at him. "I think you need to join me in naptime."
"I'm not--" Casey yawned. "Sleeping in the office with you."
"Napping, Casey. There's an important difference."
"Is it important enough for me to strangle you?" Casey asked tiredly.
"Okay, a slight difference," Dan amended with a quick smirk. Casey rolled his eyes and hung up his jacket. "Still, I think you could do with the shut-eye."
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"We only have one couch," Casey pointed out.
Dan shrugged. "We could share it?"
Casey looked at the couch. Then he looked at Dan, and then at the couch again. "Share it?"
"Okay, maybe that wouldn't work," Dan said with another shrug.
"Well, considering we're both close to six foot, no, I don't think it would."
Dan scowled at him. "I'm six foot!"
"You're five eleven, Danny."
"I'm six foot."
"Five. Eleven."
Dan stalked over to Casey and poked him in the chest. "I'm six foot and I'm assuming you're so sleep-deprived you can't see that fact."
"I know I can see over you," Casey said, pretending to peer over Dan's head.
"I was going to offer you the couch, but for that comment? You can make your own naptime arrangements."
Casey smirked at Dan, but ruined the effect by yawning again.
Dan sat down, fluffing up the pillow that had somehow become a fixture since Naptime started. "Sure you don't want the couch?" Dan offered as he toed off his shoes.
Casey shrugged and walked closer. "Yeah. I'm not a fan of naps anyway."
"Don't know what you're missing," Dan replied with a grin that made him look all of five years old.
On pure impulse, Casey ruffled a hand through Dan's hair. "Good night, Danny." Dan just rolled his eyes and lay down, pulling the pillow under his head.
Casey did what he normally did during naptime. He went to bother Dana.
***
There was a gentle tug on his shoulder. "Casey?"
Casey yawned, and blinked his eyes open. Then he groaned and shut them again. "Huh?"
"Eight o'clock rundown's about to start," Dana said quietly.
He opened his eyes again and found Dana staring down at him, looking rather amused. "I fell asleep?"
"On my couch, no less."
"Huh." Casey stretched his jaw, and pushed himself off the burgundy couch.
Dana pushed back a strand of blonde hair. "Why were you sleeping on my couch?"
"I wasn't." Casey yawned, and then continued, "I wasn't sleeping. I was waiting for you to get back from wherever you were."
"For lunch?"
Casey shrugged. "Yeah."
"Just a hint, Casey," Dana said with a bright smile. "Waiting doesn't usually involve snoring."
Casey smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
Dana strode over to her desk, gathering clipboard and notes. "Why don't you stop by the food table and then come to the rundown?"
Casey nodded, fighting the urge to yawn again. "I think coffee would be good."
"We're out of milk, so it'll have to be black," Dana said as she walked to the door.
"We're out of milk?" Casey called out, but she was already out the door. Shrugging, and whining to himself about the unreasonable lack of dairy products, Casey made his way to the craft services table. One black coffee and one ham sandwich later, he was awake enough to face the world, and more importantly, his co-workers. He grabbed an apple just to be on the safe side.
Danny grinned at him when he sat down at the conference table, and Casey breifly wondered what Dana had said. "Told you naptime was a good idea," Dan said under his breath, as Kim talked about the twenties.
"Yeah, well. Sometimes your good ideas are good ideas--"
"Like naptime," Dan supplied.
Casey nodded. "And sometimes they're just insane."
***
Two days later, Kim interrupted actual writing time to announce, "Water Polo finals are on tonight."
Casey stopped typing and looked over at her. It took an extra few seconds for Dan to stop working on the laptop. "I think I speak for both of us," Casey said reasonably, "when I say: what the heck?"
Dan raised one hand, waving at Kim. "If he's using the word 'heck,' he's sure as heck not speaking for me."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Women's Water Polo. The final games are on tonight. I'm trying to work out who's going to be here to watch them with me."
"Nah," Casey replied and turned back to his script.
"Why not?" Kim demanded firmly.
"First of all, it's Women's Water Polo, starting at five in the morning. Give me one good reason I'd want to watch that."
"It's the inaugural event. It's the first time this sport has been played on a Olympics level," Kim said, resting her clipboard against her hip. "It's groundbreaking sport."
"It's wet female athletes in swimsuits," Dan pointed out with a leer. "That's almost worth losing sleep over."
Casey snorted. "It's a game between Australia and America. I'm not losing sleep for that."
"What?" Kim asked, brows drawing in confusion.
"He wanted Kazakhstan to win," Danny explained.
"Why Kazakhstan?"
Dan shrugged. "He likes saying the word Kazakhstan."
Kim walked over to the desk, and dropped her clipboard noisily, just in front of Casey's fingers. Casey looked up, more out of curiosity than actual fear. "This is a world first event and you're only interest is getting to say a funny word?"
"I take offense to that. I wanted to follow that team to victory. My heart was broken when they lost," Casey replied, mock-seriously.
"It must have been broken a lot," Dan said snidely.
"Out of six countries," Casey replied, "they came last. They played five games, and scored a total of twenty-three points. Do you know the total scores of the opposing teams during those games?"
Dan shook his head. "Not a clue."
"Forty-one," Casey said mournfully. "They stole my chance of announcing that Kazakhstan, yes, *Kazakhstan* had won gold."
"Poor baby," Kim replied. "But that does prove you've been following it."
Casey grinned. "Yeah, but I can't afford to be awake until eight a.m. when I have to be on the air until three the next morning."
Kim nodded, knowing when the battle was lost. "You want me to tape it for you?"
"Yeah," Dan replied, nodding his head. "Casey and me--"
"Casey and I," Casey corrected under his breath, and then glanced up to see both Kim and Dan staring at him. "Sorry."
"Casey and *I*," Dan said with a roll of his eyes, "will watch it in the morning."
***
That night, Casey was almost tempted to stay at the studio. Kim had managed to convince Elliot, Chris, Dave and Will to stay and watch, as well as some of the WCU crowd. There was a wide selection of caffeinated drinks and take-out containers from four different restaurants on the table, and Dana was sitting on the phone, talking to Natalie.
For a moment, he was tempted to stay, to drink a lot of Coke and deal with tomorrow when it came. Instead, he remembered that he had a standing date to watch the game with Dan in the morning, so he bid a quick good night to Natalie, and headed home.
Peeling out of jeans and shirt, Casey stepped into the shower, feeling as if he'd been awake for far too long. Which wasn't completely untrue.
He meant to have a quick shower, to wash off the day's non-existent grime, and then go to bed. Instead, he found himself standing under the hot water, staring at the shampoo Dan had convinced him to buy.
He could still picture Dan's enthusiastic grin as he said, "It's not a girly-shampoo, Casey. It's an expensive, quality shampoo. This turns hair-washing from a chore to an indulgence."
Casey picked it up, squeezing a small amount into his hand. More than anything else, he'd bought it because sometimes it was worth indulging Dan; worth spending an extra twenty or forty dollars just to see Dan's face light up in a grin when he spotted it in Casey's shower.
Casey rubbed his hands together, having fun turning the creamy liquid into foam. Then he rolled his eyes at himself. He was a little old for making bubbles. He rinsed the foam off his fingers, trying to remember that he was tired, but that didn't make him three years old.
He stepped further under the spray, tilting his head up to feel the water against his face, to let it run down his neck and chest. Turning around, he stretched his shoulders under the heat, luxuriating in the relaxing warmth. Pushing his dripping hair off his forehead, he caught a whiff of Dan. No, not Dan. Dan's shampoo. That soft vanilla fragrance that mixed with aftershave, car air-freshener and make-up remover to make a scent that was *Dan*.
Casey licked his lips, thinking of that smell and wondering if Dan would taste the same way. If Dan would taste like vanilla and citrus and clear water when Casey licked him.
Probably not, Casey thought as he brought his palm to his mouth. It didn't taste like Danny. Didn't taste like anything except clean skin and a hint of soap that must be from the shampoo.
But that's what Dan would smell like when he kissed Casey, when he stood close enough to wrap his arms around Casey and hold him still. Casey stretched under the water, imagining Dan's arms sneaking around his waist.
The water was warm against his back, and it was easy to imagine Dan pressed against him, bare skin against bare skin. Casey closed his eyes, imagining Dan kissing his shoulder, biting down lightly. Licking his way up Casey's neck and chuckling when Casey squirmed, when Casey pressed back against him. Dan would press a light kiss to the nape of Casey's neck, and then move to the other shoulder, biting and nuzzling until Casey whined; maybe until Casey begged.
"Please, Danny. Please..." Casey heard himself groan as he stretched a hand forward to brace himself against the tiles.
Casey rubbed his hand along his stomach, pushing at Dan's imaginary wrist, trying to force his hand lower. Dan would laugh, low and sexy, and slowly slide his fingers down, over Casey's stomach, over Casey's hips, down until he was cupping Casey's cock in his loose grip. "Is that what you want, Casey?"
Casey let himself nod in reply, tightening his hand around his cock.
Dan would probably stroke him slowly, teasing him under the hot water, but Casey couldn't go that slow. Couldn't do anything other than work himself hard and fast, imagining Dan's hand and Dan's lips, and Dan's body pressed tight against him. Couldn't do anything other than lean his shoulder against the cold tiling and push himself over the edge, spraying the white tiles.
Casey stood there for a few moments, or rather, he leaned there until he was sure his knees weren't going to give way. Then, he rinsed himself off, washed down the tiles and turned off the taps, tightening them so they wouldn't drip all night. Slothfully, he dragged himself to bed and crashed.
***
Casey was in the middle of dreaming of Dan's mouth, so hearing Dan's voice wasn't much of a surprise.
But it was surprising to hear Danny say, "...pick up if you're there."
Casey blinked himself awake, and realized the sound was coming from his machine. "...You're usually up earlier than me," Danny was saying, "so do you want to go in early and watch the match? I got a text message from Kim saying it was..."
Casey stumbled out of bed, and grabbed at the phone handset. On his second attempt, he picked it up and switched off the machine. "Hey."
"You were sleeping?"
"I do occasionally do it."
Dan chuckled. "There's a lot of things you only do occasionally, Casey."
Casey let that remark go, mainly because he couldn't think of an appropriate comeback. "You want to pick me up?"
"Sure. Be at your place in half an hour?"
Casey yawned. "See you then."
"Cool," Dan replied and hung up. Casey listened to the low moan of the dial tone for a moment, and then jumped in the shower quickly. Half an hour later, he was washed, dressed and just finishing up a cup of coffee as Dan buzzed downstairs.
"I'll be down in a second," Casey replied through the intercom, and grabbed his jacket. Dan was double parked out the front of his building. Casey jogged around the side, and slide into the passenger's seat.
"You've made up with my car?" Dan asked as he started the engine.
"We've come to an arrangement."
Dan's gaze slid from the road for a moment, then quickly returned to the traffic in front of them. "What are the terms?"
"I've accepted that whatever I do, she's still going to want to see other people," Casey replied and Dan snorted. "And she's accepted that a quick ride in a cab doesn't mean I'm cheating on her."
"Sounds like you have a very open relationship."
"A girl like this?" Casey asked, leaning forward to pat the dashboard lovingly. "You can't tie her down to traditional moral judgments."
Dan laughed loudly. "If you say so."
***
"She didn't make it!" Dan exclaimed, standing a foot in front of the TV screen.
"She did." Casey stood beside him, waiting for the judges call. "She made the shot in time."
"She didn't, Casey. The timer rang before it landed."
"It rang after."
"Before."
"After."
"Before," Casey repeated, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Higgins' shot landed before the timer, and you're too biased to see that."
"I am not," Dan replied sullenly.
"You are, too." Casey turned to Dan, suddenly remembering that since it was on tape, they could always rewind to the judges call. "You're so hyped about America winning the first Women's Water Polo gold medal, that you've lost your objectivity. And your mind, because she clearly made it."
Dan narrowed his eyes. "I want America to win because we're the better team."
"And yet, Australia still beat you."
"No, they didn't, because she didn't make it."
Casey spun around and called across the office. "Hey, Kim!" When Kim looked up, he gestured at her to come over.
"You got to the end of the game?" she asked, standing in the doorway.
"Who won?"
Kim smiled. "What do you think?"
"Australia," Casey replied quickly.
"America," Dan said firmly.
Kim shrugged apologetically at Dan. "Australia."
"That last shot *counted*?" Dan asked in disbelief. "That so shouldn't have counted."
Casey smirked. "Told you it was in."
***
"...the bronze medal went to Russia, while Australia and America battled it out for the gold. Tied at three-three, the gold finally went to Australia due to a last second goal shot by Yvette Higgins. Unfortunately, Kazakhstan didn't make it to either of the final games," Casey read off the teleprompter with a grin, "but at least I got a chance to say Kazakhstan one more time."
"That's all for tonight," Dan continued smoothly. "We'll see you in two hours time for the West Coast Update."
"Unless you hang around to catch the Sports Night repeat at one, in which case, we'll see you in an hours time."
"This is Dan Rydell, alongside Casey McCall, and you've been watching Sports Night on QVN." They held their smiles until the end credits kicked in, and then stood up. "I still don't think that last goal should have counted."
"Give it a rest, Danny. It counted and there's nothing you can do about it," Casey said as he pulled off his mike. "Now I'm going to go order Chinese, and then I'm taking over the TV in our office."
"How come?"
Casey grinned. "Because I like Chinese. It's a very enjoyable takeaway food that makes you feel satisfied without being overly full."
"That wasn't what I meant," Dan said, "and you know it."
"Then you should say what you mean."
"And mean what I say?" Dan asked, obviously picking up on the 'Alice in Wonderland' reference. "Why are you taking over the TV?"
"Because this is the Olympics, and I'm surrounded by sport. In fact, I'm surrounded by sport I can watch. So I'm going to."
Dan stared at him. "You're going to watch sport on my TV and not tell me what it is?"
"Our TV."
"Mine. My office, my TV."
Casey walked into the office in question, laughing at Dan's attempt at possessive claiming their office. "We both work here, we both use the TV. But if you don't want me using it, I can always go use one of Dana's."
Dan pulled off his jacket, carefully placing it over the back of one of their chairs. "I didn't say you couldn't watch my TV, I just wanted to know what you were watching on it."
Casey grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch. "Gymnastics final."
"Wasn't that on a couple days ago?"
"That was the Men's All-around Individual Final. This is the Mens' final in floor, pommel horse and rings."
Dan gave him a long look, and then shrugged and sat down beside him. "Pass me a Red Bull, and we'll see just how boring this sport is."
Reaching around to search the fridge, Casey rolled his eyes at Dan's lack of enthusiasm. "Feel free to find something else to entertain you for the next two hours."
"Nah." Dan waved his objections off. "Even watching guys in leotards is worth a bit of free Chinese takeaway."
"Who said I was buying you takeaway?"
"No one."
"Then what makes you think I am?"
Dan grinned widely at him. "The fact that if you don't, I'll just end up eating half of yours anyway."
Casey groaned, knowing Dan was right. "Fine. What do you want?"
"Sweet and sour pork. Honey chicken. Fried rice. Prawn crackers."
Casey raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"
"Do you think we could fit in prawns and cashews?" Dan wondered aloud.
"Fine." Casey sighed. "Sweet and sour pork, honey chicken, prawns and cashews and two large fried rice's."
"And prawn crackers."
"And prawn crackers," Casey agreed, reaching for the phone to order.
By the time they were halfway through the second fried rice, and had decided to leave the sweet and sour pork in the fridge for later, Dan was actually watching the screen with some interest. "I've got to say, that's pretty impressive."
"Pommel horse," Casey replied with food in his mouth. Then he chewed and swallowed, like his Mom had taught him, and continued talking. "My favorite event."
Dan turned to him with a sharp grin. "The one you were best at?"
Shaking his head, Casey replied, "I sucked at it."
"Really?"
"Just because you enjoy something doesn't mean you're good at it."
"Didn't you do gymnastics for years?" Dan asked, obviously a little confused.
"Yeah, but... I wasn't great at it, Danny. I was just reasonable." Casey smiled, remembering college years. Spending hours doing something he loved, without having his father ask him why he bothered; why he wasted his time on something he was never going to win. "I liked the floor routines, but I didn't have the control to be much good at the rings. And I certainly didn't have the control to be anything but passable on the pommel horse."
"Really?" Dan blinked at him and then took another mouthful of fried rice. "I just... always imagined you being good at it."
Laughing, Casey turned his attention back to the screen, watching the Russian contestant swing from arm to arm. "I enjoyed it. But I never competed on a state level, let alone Nationals."
"Huh."
"I still love it, though." The young man swung about on the television set, and Casey watched his movements with awe. "So much power combined with so much control? It's subtle and graceful, and the ultimate example of trying to beat your personal best. Of trying to make this time, this try, just a little more perfect than the last one."
Dan was uncharacteristically quiet, so Casey turned to look at him. With a fond smile on his face, Dan was toying with the cap of his bottle and watching Casey. "I didn't know you loved it so much."
Casey shrugged. "It's not the coolest of sports to follow."
"Then it's just as well you're not the coolest of guys," Dan wisecracked, but his gentle smile took most of the sting out of his comment.
***
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Date: 2004-07-25 05:47 am (UTC)"I've accepted that whatever I do, she's still going to want to see other people," Casey replied and Dan snorted. "And she's accepted that a quick ride in a cab doesn't mean I'm cheating on her."
*giggles*
Just so much I loved here: Sally's confusion by the c-break nattering, Casey's wonderful lunch offer to Dana ("It's me asking you to lunch because I don't want to look like a loser who's eating alone,"), the cute sharing the couch offer from Dan and... I could go on and on.
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Date: 2004-07-25 05:55 am (UTC)Geek implies technical know-how. Nerd, not so much. (And Casey is a nerd, and definitely a dork, even if he doesn't admit it.)
*giggles*
My secondary OTP: Casey/Danny's car.
Just so much I loved here: Sally's confusion by the c-break nattering, Casey's wonderful lunch offer to Dana ("It's me asking you to lunch because I don't want to look like a loser who's eating alone,"), the cute sharing the couch offer from Dan and... I could go on and on.
*beams* Glad you liked it, Signe. *hugs you*
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Date: 2004-07-25 06:37 am (UTC)Loved it, as ever, and especially enjoyed the 6' argument - Danny so would be touchy, and would fib, about a thing like that. And the car, and the couch, and all of it, really.
But now I've had my fix and I'm still craving more. This can't be healthy. Which brings us back to Casey ...
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Date: 2004-07-25 06:42 am (UTC)*cracks up* Okay, that totally made me giggle. It's just... you know... very funny.
Loved it, as ever, and especially enjoyed the 6' argument - Danny so would be touchy, and would fib, about a thing like that.
Plus, it'd be the type of thing Casey would tease him about, even knowing that Danny was 6'. He'd do it just to screw with Danny's head.
But now I've had my fix and I'm still craving more. This can't be healthy. Which brings us back to Casey ...
*snerk* Although, I doubt Casey would actually go blind. I choose to see it as his subconscious' way of preparing for the upcoming years filled with lots of Hot Gay Sex With Danny.
Or, y'know, I'm just indulging my Casey-lust. One or the other. *g*
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Date: 2004-07-25 09:27 am (UTC)Or you could be Pippin, if you want.
*snicker*
I think the definitions of 'nerd' and 'geek' are just one of those things that no-one will ever agree upon. I mean, I think of myself as a geek (but not a nerd), and I have almost no technical know-how whatsoever. *g* Just one of the great mysteries of life, I guess.
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Date: 2004-07-25 04:13 pm (UTC)Yay!
I think the definitions of 'nerd' and 'geek' are just one of those things that no-one will ever agree upon. I mean, I think of myself as a geek (but not a nerd), and I have almost no technical know-how whatsoever. *g* Just one of the great mysteries of life, I guess.
*nods* Well, I tend to think of myself as a dork. Not technical/geekishly cool enough for geek, not well-versed enough in sci-fi and fantasy for nerd. But, yes, dorkishly gleeful about fandoms, etc.