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scripted_sra) wrote2011-09-22 10:40 pm
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Entry tags:
Sports Night | Coffee and Competition | PG | Dan/Casey
Title: Coffee and Competition
Fandom: Sports Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Summary: Dan and Casey discover something new about one another.
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hi_falootin, as a part of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_kelly auction. She asked for Dan/Casey "living together." Thanks to Kelly and Geena for looking it over.
“Morning, Casey,” Dan said—no, not said, it was nothing as innocuous as said, at least in Casey’s not-so-humble opinion. He chirped. It was inhuman.
Casey responded by grunting what he was sure was, “Holy mother of god how the hell are you this cheerful before eight in the morning?”—or at least something in the vicinity. Given Dan’s frown, Casey figured he’d been further off the mark than he realized, but he didn’t care, deciding he’d let him puzzle out his response while he made a beeline for the coffee pot. Immediately, he poured himself a mug, adding just a dash of milk and one packet of Splenda. He drank it greedily, closing his eyes and losing himself to the feeling. Soon, the caffeine would jump-start his brain. Yes.
“Wow, Case,” Dan said suddenly, breaking him out of his coffee-inspired reverie. “Would you like some time alone with your coffee? You’re, like, making out with it, man. I’m a little concerned I may have competition here.”
He shot Dan a bleary-eyed glare, which just made him laugh. That was not the result he’d been hoping for. “Shut,” he said firmly, blinking as he realized there was another word he needed to say in order to complete that thought. “Up,” he added, belatedly.
Dan laughed harder. “How is it we’ve been friends sixteen years, together three, and I somehow didn’t know you’re this terrible in the morning? I mean, I’m sure I didn’t know. I would’ve made fun of you for it way before now.”
“How,” Casey managed, after he’d drained the last of his coffee, “didn’t I know that you’re one of them?” Disgusted, he shook his head, pouring himself another cup.
“One of them?” Dan asked, smirking. He looked very amused. Casey hated him for it. “One of whom, Casey?”
“You,” he started, wrinkling his nose like he’d just smelled something bad, “are a morning person.” The words left a bad taste in his mouth.
“I am indeed, Casey, I am indeed, and this is something you clearly didn’t know. Let’s consider why that might be.” Dan was definitely amused. And still far, far too cheery. It remained extremely inhuman, though he acknowledged that the coffee was starting to help. “Ah, I know. Most of the time, when I previously stayed over, I left before you woke up to get coffee or bagels or donuts or sometimes just to ride the subway around for awhile, because we live in New York, Casey, and it’s an incredible city.”
Casey stared at him for a full ten seconds, then shook his head. “Why do I like you, Dan? Answer me that.”
“Because I’m just adorable, Casey. Why else?” Dan said, grinning. Casey rolled his eyes. “So in those cases, by the time I got back, you were awake and on your…based on this, I’m going to say third cup of coffee. Almost fully functioning.”
“And then there are the times we got drunk together,” Casey added, wondering as he did how Dan had managed to get him caught up in analyzing this. He decided, after a few moments, not to question it. That was simply the power of Danny. “Given how many times neither of us woke up until three in the afternoon, I think that explains that.” He took another drink.
“It doesn’t explain how you never noticed my bright and cheery personality on display each time I came back with some sort of delicious breakfast food for us to enjoy.”
“Well, I probably just assumed you’d been riding the subway around for the hell of it, Dan,” he said, dryly. Ah, sarcasm was returning to him. Good sign: it meant the coffee was kicking in. “I mean, that would put a smile on anyone’s face.”
“True, my young friend—very true,” Dan said, grinning again, but then his grin dimmed into a smile—almost a shy smile, and Casey’s stomach did a flip. That, he reflected, was not the coffee. That was all Dan. “So what do we think? Is living together still going to work, now that you’ve discovered my deep, dark secret? I am, after all, a,” he lowered his voice to what Casey guessed was supposed to be a spooky octave, and raised his hands and wiggled his fingers in emphasis, “morning person.”
“Yes,” Casey said. He finished off his second cup, setting it down on the counter and advancing on Dan, pressing him against the refrigerator. “And for the record? You do not have competition,” he added, leaning in to kiss him. It was languid and leisurely, a kiss that said they had all the time in the world.
Once they broke apart, Dan’s smile turned sly. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m the jealous type. I was seriously considering switching us to tea.”
Casey laughed, kissing him again.
Fandom: Sports Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Summary: Dan and Casey discover something new about one another.
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Written for
hi_falootin, as a part of the help_kelly auction. She asked for Dan/Casey "living together." Thanks to Kelly and Geena for looking it over.“Morning, Casey,” Dan said—no, not said, it was nothing as innocuous as said, at least in Casey’s not-so-humble opinion. He chirped. It was inhuman.
Casey responded by grunting what he was sure was, “Holy mother of god how the hell are you this cheerful before eight in the morning?”—or at least something in the vicinity. Given Dan’s frown, Casey figured he’d been further off the mark than he realized, but he didn’t care, deciding he’d let him puzzle out his response while he made a beeline for the coffee pot. Immediately, he poured himself a mug, adding just a dash of milk and one packet of Splenda. He drank it greedily, closing his eyes and losing himself to the feeling. Soon, the caffeine would jump-start his brain. Yes.
“Wow, Case,” Dan said suddenly, breaking him out of his coffee-inspired reverie. “Would you like some time alone with your coffee? You’re, like, making out with it, man. I’m a little concerned I may have competition here.”
He shot Dan a bleary-eyed glare, which just made him laugh. That was not the result he’d been hoping for. “Shut,” he said firmly, blinking as he realized there was another word he needed to say in order to complete that thought. “Up,” he added, belatedly.
Dan laughed harder. “How is it we’ve been friends sixteen years, together three, and I somehow didn’t know you’re this terrible in the morning? I mean, I’m sure I didn’t know. I would’ve made fun of you for it way before now.”
“How,” Casey managed, after he’d drained the last of his coffee, “didn’t I know that you’re one of them?” Disgusted, he shook his head, pouring himself another cup.
“One of them?” Dan asked, smirking. He looked very amused. Casey hated him for it. “One of whom, Casey?”
“You,” he started, wrinkling his nose like he’d just smelled something bad, “are a morning person.” The words left a bad taste in his mouth.
“I am indeed, Casey, I am indeed, and this is something you clearly didn’t know. Let’s consider why that might be.” Dan was definitely amused. And still far, far too cheery. It remained extremely inhuman, though he acknowledged that the coffee was starting to help. “Ah, I know. Most of the time, when I previously stayed over, I left before you woke up to get coffee or bagels or donuts or sometimes just to ride the subway around for awhile, because we live in New York, Casey, and it’s an incredible city.”
Casey stared at him for a full ten seconds, then shook his head. “Why do I like you, Dan? Answer me that.”
“Because I’m just adorable, Casey. Why else?” Dan said, grinning. Casey rolled his eyes. “So in those cases, by the time I got back, you were awake and on your…based on this, I’m going to say third cup of coffee. Almost fully functioning.”
“And then there are the times we got drunk together,” Casey added, wondering as he did how Dan had managed to get him caught up in analyzing this. He decided, after a few moments, not to question it. That was simply the power of Danny. “Given how many times neither of us woke up until three in the afternoon, I think that explains that.” He took another drink.
“It doesn’t explain how you never noticed my bright and cheery personality on display each time I came back with some sort of delicious breakfast food for us to enjoy.”
“Well, I probably just assumed you’d been riding the subway around for the hell of it, Dan,” he said, dryly. Ah, sarcasm was returning to him. Good sign: it meant the coffee was kicking in. “I mean, that would put a smile on anyone’s face.”
“True, my young friend—very true,” Dan said, grinning again, but then his grin dimmed into a smile—almost a shy smile, and Casey’s stomach did a flip. That, he reflected, was not the coffee. That was all Dan. “So what do we think? Is living together still going to work, now that you’ve discovered my deep, dark secret? I am, after all, a,” he lowered his voice to what Casey guessed was supposed to be a spooky octave, and raised his hands and wiggled his fingers in emphasis, “morning person.”
“Yes,” Casey said. He finished off his second cup, setting it down on the counter and advancing on Dan, pressing him against the refrigerator. “And for the record? You do not have competition,” he added, leaning in to kiss him. It was languid and leisurely, a kiss that said they had all the time in the world.
Once they broke apart, Dan’s smile turned sly. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m the jealous type. I was seriously considering switching us to tea.”
Casey laughed, kissing him again.