Leave it to Casey to find a cabbie who not only recognized them, but also wanted to talk shop.
It had taken all of Dan's self-control to not push Casey back against bar and drop to his knees in front of everyone and his insistence that he and Casey should leave now had earned him a couple of questioning glances. Outside, Dan had shoved his hands in his pockets to prevent them from straying and groping Casey in completely inappropriate places. It was a busy street and they were public figures and he could wait until they were in the relative seclusion of a taxi.
Except the cab Casey'd flagged down was driven by their "number 1 fan" and wanted Casey's thoughts on the Islanders' recent change to their starting lineup.
Dan's apartment was closest, but still much too far away for him to wait until he was allowed to touch. He reached over and rested a hand on Casey's knee. Casey's eyes flickered over to Dan's briefly before returning fixedly ahead to meet the driver's in the rearview mirror as they continued their discussion. Dan smirked then schooled his face into a bored expression and turned his head to look out the window.
He squeezed Casey's knee once and started to slowly walk his fingers up the inner seam of the jeans. He kept the pressure light, knowing that it would feel almost ticklish through the denim.
Casey kept rattling off the names and stats for all the players on the injury list without any noticeable hitch in his voice until Dan's hand reached his cock and started tracing teasing patterns. Dan shifted in his seat and used his other hand to do the same to himself.
When that stopped being enough, Dan moved his hand up to Casey's belt and tried to unbuckle it one handed. He quickly found he was at the wrong angle and he'd either need to turn around and make it very clear to the driver what they were up to or ask Casey for a little help if he wanted to continue. Unwilling to do the former in front of someone who most definitely recognized them, he settled on the latter.
Dan stared at Casey, trying to catch his eye. Casey refused to look away from the rearview mirror until Dan started drumming his fingers insistently against his cock. Casey shot him a quick glare and twisted away, giving Dan an even worse angle to work with. Dan sighed and returned to making teasing strokes that he hoped were frustrating Casey as much as they were him.
Dan bolted from the car when it pulled up beside his building, not wanting to spend a second longer in the cab than he had to. Not when there were far more enjoyable things to be doing.
Casey paid the cabbie and waited until the car was half a block away before walking over to Dan, who was impatiently holding the lobby door open. "What the hell, Danny? He could have seen something and he obviously knew who we were."
Dan clapped a hand over Casey's mouth and let one of his fingers slip between Casey's lips. "Can we do the talking part after we have sex?"
Casey blinked and nodded. They raced to the elevator.
Good Things Come, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, cab, R
It had taken all of Dan's self-control to not push Casey back against bar and drop to his knees in front of everyone and his insistence that he and Casey should leave now had earned him a couple of questioning glances. Outside, Dan had shoved his hands in his pockets to prevent them from straying and groping Casey in completely inappropriate places. It was a busy street and they were public figures and he could wait until they were in the relative seclusion of a taxi.
Except the cab Casey'd flagged down was driven by their "number 1 fan" and wanted Casey's thoughts on the Islanders' recent change to their starting lineup.
Dan's apartment was closest, but still much too far away for him to wait until he was allowed to touch. He reached over and rested a hand on Casey's knee. Casey's eyes flickered over to Dan's briefly before returning fixedly ahead to meet the driver's in the rearview mirror as they continued their discussion. Dan smirked then schooled his face into a bored expression and turned his head to look out the window.
He squeezed Casey's knee once and started to slowly walk his fingers up the inner seam of the jeans. He kept the pressure light, knowing that it would feel almost ticklish through the denim.
Casey kept rattling off the names and stats for all the players on the injury list without any noticeable hitch in his voice until Dan's hand reached his cock and started tracing teasing patterns. Dan shifted in his seat and used his other hand to do the same to himself.
When that stopped being enough, Dan moved his hand up to Casey's belt and tried to unbuckle it one handed. He quickly found he was at the wrong angle and he'd either need to turn around and make it very clear to the driver what they were up to or ask Casey for a little help if he wanted to continue. Unwilling to do the former in front of someone who most definitely recognized them, he settled on the latter.
Dan stared at Casey, trying to catch his eye. Casey refused to look away from the rearview mirror until Dan started drumming his fingers insistently against his cock. Casey shot him a quick glare and twisted away, giving Dan an even worse angle to work with. Dan sighed and returned to making teasing strokes that he hoped were frustrating Casey as much as they were him.
Dan bolted from the car when it pulled up beside his building, not wanting to spend a second longer in the cab than he had to. Not when there were far more enjoyable things to be doing.
Casey paid the cabbie and waited until the car was half a block away before walking over to Dan, who was impatiently holding the lobby door open. "What the hell, Danny? He could have seen something and he obviously knew who we were."
Dan clapped a hand over Casey's mouth and let one of his fingers slip between Casey's lips. "Can we do the talking part after we have sex?"
Casey blinked and nodded. They raced to the elevator.