FIC: The Way to a Man
Title: The Way to a Man
Author:
3988akasha
Rating: PG
Word Count: >1,000
Warnings: Fluff
Pairings: Kelly Severide/Matthew Casey
Beta: bones_2_be
Disclaimer: I own my story. The characters in the story belong to themselves.
Summary: After saving each other's lives and making up, Severide wakes up to the smell of Casey cooking breakfast.
Author's Note: This is for bones_2_be who requested fluff as a writing exercise because I'm not so much with the fluff writing. But, here it is.
The Way to a Man
The smell of pancakes woke him. He rolled from the bed and pulled his boxers on before padding barefoot down the stairs. Casey stood in front of the stove, humming a little tune to himself as he mixed more batter. From what Severide could see, his t-shirt from the night before was the only thing Casey had on. It was almost two sizes two big, and probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen Casey wear. He wandered a little farther into the room. A plate already piled high with pancakes sat on the counter and Severide smiled to himself and shook his head, silently wondering how many people were expected for breakfast. Casey was making an obscene amount of pancakes.
"I love how you look in my shirt," Severide murmured as he wrapped his arms around Casey.
"Morning to you, too, Kell."
"Mmmm." Severide planted kisses along Casey's neck.
"You’re distracting me."
"I know." Severide grinned as he ran his hands down Casey’s sides, bunching the fabric of the t-shirt in his fingers. Casey was sexy as hell in anything, but the surge of possessiveness he felt at seeing Casey in his unit t-shirt was almost overwhelming.
"They'll burn and I went through a lot of trouble making these."
Severide chuckled as he moved back to give Casey some room. He caught sight of Casey's socks and snorted a laugh. Casey always wore these special thermal socks under his boots. It had become a bit of a joke around the station and each Christmas Casey's stocking was filled with thermal socks, good to temperatures below forty degrees. Like the shirt, the socks were also Severide’s. Old wool socks he kept around for camping and such. They were too large and looked ridiculous on Casey's feet.
"Good to know some things don't change," Severide answered Casey's unasked question. "Your feet still get cold."
"You still radiate heat like a werewolf or something."
"Good thing you have the circulation of a 98 year old woman then, isn't it?"
"Get yourself a cup of coffee. Maybe it'll shut you up for thirty seconds."
He did as Casey told him. Once upon a time, he would have put cream in his coffee, maybe a touch of honey, but after a few years on the squad, he was just happy it was hot. He glanced between the batter Casey had begun spooning onto the griddle and the already substantial stack of pancakes. Casey spoke with food. It was his apology, his random act of kindness, his thank you. Severide never took it for granted, but he couldn’t help teasing.
"Just how many people are you having over for breakfast?"
"Shut up, I've seen you eat. I'm just hoping this will be enough."
Severide moved over to the counter and plucked a pancake from the stack. He rolled it and just as he was about to pop it in his mouth, Casey snatched it away from him.
"Get yourself a plate and there's syrup and whipped cream on the counter. Just because you act like a caveman doesn't mean you need to eat like one."
Grumbling to himself, he fixed a plate and took it to the table. He shook the whipped cream and smiled. After spraying a liberal amount on top of his pancakes, he smeared some on his finger and walked up behind Casey.
"You don't have any napkins," Severide began as he wiped the whipped cream along Casey's neck, "and since I'm such a caveman, I'll just have to make do with the surfaces I have."
"I do have napkins, you Neanderthal."
"Mmmhm. But, this is so much nicer. Don’t you think?"
Severide smiled against Casey's neck as he felt him shiver beneath his touch. He slowly licked the whipped cream from Casey's neck, savoring the sweetness of the cream combined with the saltiness of his skin. Needing the contact, Serveride pulled Casey against his chest and rubbed his growing erection against Casey's ass.
"You keep that up and we'll never make it to work."
"So we'll call in sick."
"Uh huh. You had pneumonia one year that was so severe we nearly had to hospitalize you, but you still came into work because you're a stubborn bastard."
"That was different. This is staying home for sex."
"With yourself? Because, me? I'm going to work."
"Tease."
"Come on, eat up. I didn't make all these pancakes for myself."
"Seems you do know the way to a man's heart."
Casey smiled. Severide loved it when he smiled.
"No, I know the way to your heart."
They finished their breakfast in companionable silence, mostly because Severide consumed his body weight in pancakes, much to Casey's amusement. The pancakes were delicious and melted against his tongue, but that wasn't the only reason he kept eating them. It was the only way he knew to accept Casey's apology without screwing everything up again. Words tended to do that. After quickly cleaning the kitchen, they grabbed their gear and drove together to the station.
“Do you think he’s waiting for us?” Casey asked as they pulled into the station.
"Why would he be?”
Severide winced as they got out of the car to see the Chief leaning casually against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two men. Casey shot Severide a slightly concerned glance.
“You two work out your issues?” the Chief asked.
Severide smiled at Casey. “Yeah, we’re good Chief.”
“Casey?”
"Yeah. Real good.”
~FIN~
Author:
3988akasha
Rating: PG
Word Count: >1,000
Warnings: Fluff
Pairings: Kelly Severide/Matthew Casey
Beta: bones_2_be
Disclaimer: I own my story. The characters in the story belong to themselves.
Summary: After saving each other's lives and making up, Severide wakes up to the smell of Casey cooking breakfast.
Author's Note: This is for bones_2_be who requested fluff as a writing exercise because I'm not so much with the fluff writing. But, here it is.
The Way to a Man
The smell of pancakes woke him. He rolled from the bed and pulled his boxers on before padding barefoot down the stairs. Casey stood in front of the stove, humming a little tune to himself as he mixed more batter. From what Severide could see, his t-shirt from the night before was the only thing Casey had on. It was almost two sizes two big, and probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen Casey wear. He wandered a little farther into the room. A plate already piled high with pancakes sat on the counter and Severide smiled to himself and shook his head, silently wondering how many people were expected for breakfast. Casey was making an obscene amount of pancakes.
"I love how you look in my shirt," Severide murmured as he wrapped his arms around Casey.
"Morning to you, too, Kell."
"Mmmm." Severide planted kisses along Casey's neck.
"You’re distracting me."
"I know." Severide grinned as he ran his hands down Casey’s sides, bunching the fabric of the t-shirt in his fingers. Casey was sexy as hell in anything, but the surge of possessiveness he felt at seeing Casey in his unit t-shirt was almost overwhelming.
"They'll burn and I went through a lot of trouble making these."
Severide chuckled as he moved back to give Casey some room. He caught sight of Casey's socks and snorted a laugh. Casey always wore these special thermal socks under his boots. It had become a bit of a joke around the station and each Christmas Casey's stocking was filled with thermal socks, good to temperatures below forty degrees. Like the shirt, the socks were also Severide’s. Old wool socks he kept around for camping and such. They were too large and looked ridiculous on Casey's feet.
"Good to know some things don't change," Severide answered Casey's unasked question. "Your feet still get cold."
"You still radiate heat like a werewolf or something."
"Good thing you have the circulation of a 98 year old woman then, isn't it?"
"Get yourself a cup of coffee. Maybe it'll shut you up for thirty seconds."
He did as Casey told him. Once upon a time, he would have put cream in his coffee, maybe a touch of honey, but after a few years on the squad, he was just happy it was hot. He glanced between the batter Casey had begun spooning onto the griddle and the already substantial stack of pancakes. Casey spoke with food. It was his apology, his random act of kindness, his thank you. Severide never took it for granted, but he couldn’t help teasing.
"Just how many people are you having over for breakfast?"
"Shut up, I've seen you eat. I'm just hoping this will be enough."
Severide moved over to the counter and plucked a pancake from the stack. He rolled it and just as he was about to pop it in his mouth, Casey snatched it away from him.
"Get yourself a plate and there's syrup and whipped cream on the counter. Just because you act like a caveman doesn't mean you need to eat like one."
Grumbling to himself, he fixed a plate and took it to the table. He shook the whipped cream and smiled. After spraying a liberal amount on top of his pancakes, he smeared some on his finger and walked up behind Casey.
"You don't have any napkins," Severide began as he wiped the whipped cream along Casey's neck, "and since I'm such a caveman, I'll just have to make do with the surfaces I have."
"I do have napkins, you Neanderthal."
"Mmmhm. But, this is so much nicer. Don’t you think?"
Severide smiled against Casey's neck as he felt him shiver beneath his touch. He slowly licked the whipped cream from Casey's neck, savoring the sweetness of the cream combined with the saltiness of his skin. Needing the contact, Serveride pulled Casey against his chest and rubbed his growing erection against Casey's ass.
"You keep that up and we'll never make it to work."
"So we'll call in sick."
"Uh huh. You had pneumonia one year that was so severe we nearly had to hospitalize you, but you still came into work because you're a stubborn bastard."
"That was different. This is staying home for sex."
"With yourself? Because, me? I'm going to work."
"Tease."
"Come on, eat up. I didn't make all these pancakes for myself."
"Seems you do know the way to a man's heart."
Casey smiled. Severide loved it when he smiled.
"No, I know the way to your heart."
They finished their breakfast in companionable silence, mostly because Severide consumed his body weight in pancakes, much to Casey's amusement. The pancakes were delicious and melted against his tongue, but that wasn't the only reason he kept eating them. It was the only way he knew to accept Casey's apology without screwing everything up again. Words tended to do that. After quickly cleaning the kitchen, they grabbed their gear and drove together to the station.
“Do you think he’s waiting for us?” Casey asked as they pulled into the station.
"Why would he be?”
Severide winced as they got out of the car to see the Chief leaning casually against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two men. Casey shot Severide a slightly concerned glance.
“You two work out your issues?” the Chief asked.
Severide smiled at Casey. “Yeah, we’re good Chief.”
“Casey?”
"Yeah. Real good.”
~FIN~