SN WIP: Homophobic - Part Nineteen

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Should be one more part after this. Rated NC-17. Previous parts here.



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Casey woke up the next morning to sunshine. Specifically, to sunshine falling over Danny's bed. He squinted at the open curtains and tried not groan. "You opened the curtains?"

"Mmm-hmm," Dan replied from somewhere behind him. Dan squirmed closer, spooning up behind him. Warm skin against his bare back and it felt good, in that oddly uncomfortable way that it probably shouldn't. "So you're going crazy, huh?"

Casey shrugged, not an easy thing to do while lying on his side. "I don't know what's going on. I'm just... It's just insane."

Dan yawned and tucked his head against Casey's shoulder. "Some would say you were pretty close to that already."

"I think they were talking about you, Danny."

Dan snorted, and Casey shivered at the warm gust of air against his neck. "More likely Dana."

"I'm not dating her, you know," Casey said, suddenly feeling restless but trying to lie still.

Dan wrapped an arm around his waist. "I kind of figured."

Casey shifted slightly, trying to remind his body why it was not a good idea to get excited. In fact, it was probably a very, very bad idea; but once the thought crossed his mind, it was hard to ignore the solid heat of Danny behind him, or the comfortable way that Dan's hand was rubbing circles against his sternum. Casey stared at the curtains and tried to think about anything other than Dan, but it didn't help. Even reciting the World Series winners in his head didn't stop his reaction. "Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm," Dan replied, pressing up closer to Casey. Casey swallowed, realizing that Dan was hard. Which was possibly a very good thing.

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

Dan leaned up on his elbow, then pressed a wet kiss just behind Casey's ear. "Mid-morning sex."

"Ah," Casey responded cleverly, tilting his head to give Dan easier access.

"You have any objections?"

Casey took a moment to try to remember how to form words. "Not a one."

"Thought not," Dan replied and went back to sucking kisses behind Casey's ear. It was very good, and just got better when Dan ran his hand down Casey's hip and thigh, then back up to slip under Casey's boxers.

Casey closed his eyes as Dan started to touch his cock; not stroking, just petting him, running his fingertips over the sensitive skin. "Danny..."

Dan stopped kissing, which was probably a crime in some countries. Definitely should have been a crime here. "Yeah?"

Casey shook his head. He meant 'that's so good,' and 'don't stop', 'please' and 'more.' He didn't have the words to explain. Instead, he craned his neck to the side and caught Dan in a messy kiss, hoping Dan would understand.

Dan pulled his hand back - which was not what Casey had wanted, not at all - and cupped Casey's cheek. Kind of awkward, but good to feel Dan's tongue against his; almost good to feel the rasp of stubble against his lips. Good to feel Dan rubbing against him, his cock pressing against Casey's lower back.

Dan stopped kissing and then did some weird wriggling backward thing, making enough space for Casey to lie flat on his back. Grinning at him, Dan dived back in for another kiss, saying, "That's better."

That was much better, because Dan was kissing him and pinning him to the bed, just climbing onto Casey and rocking against him. Dan's kisses were hungry and deep, as if he couldn't get enough, wanted to get close enough to just climb inside Casey's skin. Right now, Casey was all for that idea; for any idea that kept Danny kissing like that. He'd be all for playing basketball nude if it meant Dan would keep exploring his mouth as if oxygen was just an indulgence.

They were both gasping when Dan pulled back. Dan grinned at him, a wild, feral expression that made Casey arch against him, and then kiss him again. Spreading his fingers flat against Dan's back, Casey felt the muscles shift beneath the sweaty skin. Dan rolled his hips, pressing down just hard enough on Casey cock to make his fingers clench and claw at Dan's shoulders. He wasn't sure which one of them groaned, but one of them did, and then Dan tore his mouth away.

"You need to be naked," Dan panted against his collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the skin. "Like, now."

Casey nodded, and tried to wriggle out of his boxers, but that didn't work too well with Danny lying above him. On the other hand, Dan was working his way down Casey's chest with light touches and hot kisses, and Casey wasn't about to stop him. Wrapping a hand around the back of Dan's head, Casey relaxed into the slow caresses.

There were long licks, slower, sucking kisses, and then short, quick bites to his nipples. When Dan started to outline each of Casey's ribs with his tongue, Casey was squirming, rubbing up against Dan shamelessly. "Oh, yeah. Nakedness," Dan said, as if he'd forgotten.

Casey was breathless, but couldn't resist teasing Dan. "Says one of the great minds of our generation."

Dan rolled his eyes affectionately, and sat back on Casey's legs. "If I was you, I'd be a little nicer to me." Dan bent forward and started nuzzling Casey's stomach. Casey groaned, pressing one hand against the bedspread as Dan kept licking and biting the same tender spot.

Arching up, Casey realized that from this position, he couldn't press his throbbing cock against anything. Dan was bent over him, and his weight on Casey's legs effectively kept Casey pinned to the bed. It was sexy and hot, and really frustrating. "Danny," Casey whined.

Dan grinned up at him and then scrambled off him quickly. Casey wasted no time in pulling off his boxers.

The appraisal was clear in Dan's long, slow look. Casey could feel his cheeks start to flush, but he had an urge to stretch, to pose for the lustful look in Dan's eyes. Dan licked his lips. "You look good. And you damn well know it, don't you?"

Casey grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Dan. Then he noticed that Dan was already naked. "When did you get undressed?"

Dan smirked. "Why do you think I got up?"

"To open those horrible curtains," Casey replied, pulling Dan down towards him.

"Don't insult my curtains," Dan muttered half-heartedly, and then sank back into kissing Casey.

Sucking at Casey's lower lip, Dan nudged his legs apart with his knee. Then he lay down on top of Casey and thrust. The friction was good, but there just wasn't enough pressure. Casey wrapped a leg around Dan's thigh, pulling him closer, which seemed to work. Dan started kissing down his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple, but it was still a bit... awkward. Awkward, but still good.

"I've got an idea," Dan said as he levered himself up on his elbows.

Casey pushed himself up, pressing his lips against Dan's shoulder. "Don't stop."

"Trust me," Dan replied and then did stop. Casey didn't even try to hide his disappointed whimper. Dan ransacked his bedside drawer, pulling out a small, but recognizable, tube. Squeezing the liquid onto one hand, Dan grinned at Casey. "It's a good idea."

Dan settled his weight on to one arm, and then reached down to wrap his hand around Casey's cock. Casey hissed at the slick slide of fingers around his aching flesh. "Good idea," he managed to grind out between clenched teeth.

"Told you," Dan said as he lined up their cocks, and thrust into his fist. Casey stopped breathing for a second, trapped between the sensation of Dan's firm fingers against the underside of his cock and Dan's blood-hot cock sliding against the top.

"Fuck," Casey groaned out as the need to breath became clear.

His hands slid across Dan's back, searching for purchase as Dan thrust above him.

Dan was breathing hard, puffing out as he bore down. "Case, we've gotta switch," he ground out. Casey just sucked at the skin of Dan's shoulder, feeling the muscles move under his mouth. "Roll over."

"Huh?" he managed breathlessly. Then Dan moved off him, which seemed incredibly unfair. "Danny..."

"Here." Dan pulled at his shoulder. It took Casey a moment to understand that Dan wanted him on top and then he was scrambling on top of him, lying between Dan's parted legs.

Dan pulled him down into a kiss, and then wrapped his other hand around their cocks. Settling his weight on his forearms, Casey groaned into the kiss as he started to thrust. Dan twisted his hand slightly, tightening his grip, and Casey lost the control to focus his kisses. All he could do was thrust into Dan's hand and gasp for breath, sloppily mouthing any skin in reach.

Dan tensed beneath him, breathing raggedly, but Casey didn't realize how close Dan was. Not until Dan threw his head back against the pillows and spilled between them.

Casey stilled for a moment, not quite sure what was expected of him, but Dan dug his fingers into Casey's hips, pulling him tight against Dan's moist skin. Dropping his head to Dan's shoulder, Casey thrust, rutting against Dan's stomach; just rubbing himself against Dan's skin, like some primitive way of marking territory. Dan's hands gripped his ass hard, urging him on. Casey groaned, breathing in that distinct tang of sex and sweat and beneath it all, Danny. It was an overwhelming combination.

Biting down on Dan's shoulder, probably much harder than he should have, Casey came and literally saw stars as his arms trembled and refused to bear his weight. Casey collapsed against Dan's shoulder and spent a few precious moments listening to his heartbeat return to its normal pace.

Then, Dan hit him on the shoulder. "As good as I'm feeling right now, you are kind of heavy."

"Huh?"

"I need to breathe, Casey."

Casey nodded and lethargically rolled off him, bonelessly flopping onto the mattress and falling asleep.

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For the second time that morning, Casey woke up to bright sunshine streaming across Dan's bed. He also woke up to Danny lazily stroking his back. "I could get used to this."

"I couldn't," Dan replied easily, sliding his hand over Casey's shoulder. "This is the second time today I've woken up earlier than you. That's just wrong."

Casey blinked his eyes open. "It's against all natural laws in the universe."

"Exactly." Dan leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against Casey's forehead. "We do need to talk."

Casey dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed. Talking would only lead to... well, bad things. He wasn't quite sure what, but he was pretty sure it would be bad. "Now?"

"I respect the right of every red-blooded male to avoid the painful morning after conversation," Dan said, stretching out on the bed, "but I need to know what's going on."

Casey stared up at Dan's white ceiling. "Yeah, because morning after conversations always work so well."

"It's a necessary evil, Casey. Like taxes." Dan sat up on the bed, stretching his back like a cat. "Or commercial sponsorship of sporting teams."

Casey sat up, gathering the covers over his lap. "Fine."

"Casey," Dan started, wrapping a hand around Casey's arm. When he turned, Dan was watching him carefully. Whatever Dan was going to say, he decided better of it. "After breakfast."

Swallowing, Casey suddenly realized he was hungry. "Breakfast?"

"Well, a shower and then breakfast and coffee," Dan amended quickly. "But we definitely need to talk before we have more sex."

Casey blinked, and then felt himself start to grin. "More?"

Smirking, Dan trailed his hand down Casey's arm. "I'm certainly happy to repeat the experience," Dan teased, rubbing small circles against Casey's palm.

"Me, too." Casey leaned over and caught Dan's mouth in a kiss. The kiss was warm and sleepy, and when Dan stroked his cheek, he could still smell himself on Dan's fingers. It made Casey surge up, pressing Dan back as the kiss suddenly got deeper.

"Talk first," Dan muttered as he pushed Casey back. "Sex later."

Casey licked down Dan's neck. "I'd prefer sex now."

"Uh-uh," Dan replied firmly, but Casey noticed that Dan wasn't pushing him away. Instead, Dan's hands were curling around his shoulders. "That way leads to those weekends of sex, where you only get out of bed for food."

"Mmmmm?" Casey murmured into Dan's skin.

"And then you never see the person again," Dan finished, pulling away. "Which is not what I want to happen here."

Casey sat back on his heels, waiting.

Dan smiled gently. "And I don't think you do either."

"I--" Casey guessed that saying he had no idea, that he hadn't really thought about it, wouldn't be too helpful. He shrugged, which probably wasn't any more helpful.

"It'll be easier after coffee," Dan said with a brief nod, and Casey wondered which one of them he was trying to reassure.

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