Vintage SN fic rec: Slut by Kristophine; Casey/Dan; Rating: PG
Title: Slut
Author: Kristophine
Author's website: No current information
Pairing: Casey/Dan
Rating: PG
Category: Slash
"Slut"
By Kristophine
Author's Notes: A piece of nothing-fluff that I just came across on my hard drive. Written in a stranger time, not one of my favorites, but it had enough moments that I thought were cute to merit posting. Anyway, it's dribble. Mostly dialogue. Pointless. But hey! It prominently features Dan under a desk!
He was hiding under a desk at the time, which could explain why Kim and the new intern failed to notice his presence.
Their voices drifted down to him, only somewhat muffled. It quickly became clear that Kim was actually leaning on the desk; Dan could see her ankles and her stylish shoes, not to mention that cherry-red toenail polish. All in all, very nice feet. Then he caught his name, and he listened more attentively.
"… they seem very close." That was the intern, a nice enough girl if he was remembering correctly.
Kim's voice: "They've been best friends for, what, ten years now? It's touching."
"Are they - " The intern's voice dropped. "Are they, like, together?"
Together?
"No." Kim's voice sounded strangely sharp. "And even if they were, it wouldn't be any of our business. In this industry, that sort of thing
ruins careers."
"Oh." The intern actually had the gall to sound disappointed. Disappointed! That he wasn't sleeping with Casey! Of all the nerve -
"Well, I guess there goes my plans to seduce the pair of them into bed for a wild, weekend-long threesome."
Whooo. Not necessarily, little lady.
Kim chuckled. "You never know. Dan would be up for it, I'm sure. You might have to talk Casey into it."
The intern burst into laughter, quickly muffled. "But wouldn't they be a sexy couple?" she asked, wistfully.
"Oh, *definitely.*" Was that appreciation in Kim's voice? Hmm. "No contest there. It's just, you know, the way things are around here."
"What?" said the intern, sounding highly amused. "The Earth is round, Dana's neurotic, Jeremy's a geek, Natalie's on Prozac, and Dan and Casey aren't sleeping together?"
"I prefer to use the phrase 'boinking each other's brains out', but yes, you've got the gist of it. Anyway, I was going to show you ..." The desk creaked as Kim stood up, and their voices receded into the general noise.
Well.
He was going to have to hide under a desk more often.
At that moment, however, Dan Rydell had a script to finish, away from Casey's maniacal tendencies towards paper airplanes and irrelevant questions. Biting his lip, he frowned at the pad of paper in his hand, and went back to work.
The show that night was normal.
("Boinking each other's brains out ...")
Well, mostly normal.
The next day, despite Casey's improved mood, he nevertheless crawled under another desk - this time, one just around the corner from the espresso machine. Kim would have to walk by. With luck, the intern would be in tow.
He was in luck.
And it seemed he'd never noticed, really, how central he and Casey were to the gossip of the station, because today it was Kim talking as they walked by. "... really sweet guy. You should ask him to coffee or something, get to know him."
"But he's so - " The intern paused, and he could almost hear her making a face.
"Dan?" supplied Kim.
"Well, yeah."
"Trust me, in the long run that's a benefit."
"What about Casey? Is he seeing anyone?"
"He has an ex-wife - " Their voices faded as they moved towards the source of that everlasting manna, coffee, and then grew stronger as they returned a moment later. "… rather fond of Dan, if you get my drift."
"Are you serious?" There was incredulity in the intern's voice. "I mean - "
"They aren't together. I've told you that half a dozen times, and I'm telling you again. I'm just saying that maybe Casey doesn't need a woman in his life right now."
"Maybe he needs a distraction."
"Maybe you should try Dan first."
"Maybe ..." And her voice was doubtful, which stung just a bit, but Kim was being firm, which was good. Their voices faded out.
And another normal show.
("Rather fond of Dan ...")
("Doesn't need a woman in his life right now ...")
("Try Dan first ...")
Well.
Mostly.
The next day, there was really no reason to hide under a desk, nor was there any need to; Kim and the intern had begun to concentrate on the hard technical stuff, which was apparently swamping the young woman. Although she did flash him a smile when she passed him in the hallway.
So he was in his office. With Casey. Who was humming to himself, something tuneless and repetitive. Who was unaware that he was the topic of Kim and the new intern's gossip. Who wasn't, currently, sharing Dan's faint but pervasive unease.
This needed to be remedied.
"So," he began, "I was under a desk the other day."
"Really?" Casey's eyes remained locked on the screen, his fingers tapping steadily. "Wouldn't have figured you for the type."
"I was hiding from you."
"I guessed that, yes."
"You're really terrifying when you're armed with paper airplanes."
"Thank you. I try."
"So, anyway, I was under this desk."
"This desk? Right here? I think I would have noticed."
"*The* desk. And Kim, with her new intern, just happened to wander by and pause for a moment."
"Really."
"Really. Would it interest you to know that we are apparently hot topics of rumor and myth around this station?"
"Surely you're not surprised."
"I was, just a bit. Though they did talk more about you than me."
"What did they say?" Ah, now the curiosity was getting to Casey - that gleam in his eye was painfully familiar.
"Well, Kim's under the impression that you're gay, the intern's been having hot fantasies about a weekend-long threesome featuring you and yours truly, and Natalie is apparently on Prozac. Also, they think I'm a slut."
"You are a slut."
"Not as much of one as you."
"Oh, please. You're twice the slut I am."
"Only because you've been married."
"So, threesome?" And that non sequitur, with its forced nonchalance, was interesting.
Dan shrugged. "They also say we'd make a sexy couple."
"Ah."
"You know, Dana's going to dance on our graves if we don't get this script done soon."
"Allow me to remind you that it was you who disturbed the peace of my working environment."
"Feel free to hide under a desk."
(Any desk. Mine, for example.)
("Wouldn't have figured you for the type.")
("Sexy couple.")
At least Dan was fairly certain he'd succeeded in disturbing Casey's tranquillity, which was worth something.
Another ordinary show.
("Twice the slut I am.")
("So, threesome?")
("You *are* a slut.")
("I guessed that, yes.")
("They aren't together. I've told you that half a dozen times, and I'm telling you again.")
("They also say we'd make a sexy couple.")
Sort of.
"So, Danny, thought about threesomes lately?"
Dan choked on his coffee, taken by surprise. "What? Ach!"
Casey's expression radiated perfect innocence. "Nothing."
"I'll get you for that."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Hey, Case! Dana wants to see us, pronto. Says it's about that threesome thing."
"Gah!"
"Oooh. Does coffee come out of that?"
"You bastard."
"Turnabout is fair play, my friend."
"Evil, evil little man."
"Dana does want to talk to us, though."
Another day.
Another show.
("Thought about threesomes lately?")
("I'd like to see you try.")
("Rather fond of Dan ...")
("I guessed that, yes.")
("They also say we'd make a sexy couple.")
("Boinking each other's brains out ...")
("The Earth is round ... and Dan and Casey aren't sleeping together?")
("Are they, like, together?")
Normal was becoming less normal every day.
Curiously enough, it was the next day that he cracked.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Gay."
"Oh. You're still thinking about the threesome thing, right?"
"Well, come on. Look at that intern."
"Your fascination is understandable."
"So?"
"So it's none of your fucking business."
"Did I just trip over a landmine or something?"
"Fine. I'm not gay. I am, however, bisexual."
"Bisexual?"
"If you freak out now, I am personally going to see to it that you spit coffee on whichever piece of clothing you prize most highly."
"No, man, I'm fine. Just ... surprised."
"Great. Now leave me alone and let me work."
Work, strangely enough, was the one thing that seemed to be normal.
The show was no longer normal at all.
("Fine. I'm bisexual.")
And that was all.
"So, are you?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Stupid question."
"No, really. Is this about - "
"The threesome thing. Yeah."
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know."
"You're a grown man, Danny. How can you not know?"
"By some freak of interstellar phenomena, I am telling you - it is possible. I don't know."
"Have it your way."
"Fine."
"Fine."
("I don't know.")
No, no longer normal at all.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I was?"
"What if you were ... What am I supposed to say to that? Is there some right answer?"
"Would I be hot?"
"There's so no right answer to that."
"No, seriously."
"Danny ..."
"Casey ..."
"All right, yes. Satisfied?"
"Maybe."
("Yes.")
"Casey?"
"Damn it, Danny, I'm trying to work. What is it?"
"Being bisexual is really risky in this industry, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I mean, there's the whole sports thing ..."
"Mmm-hmm."
"And then."
"What?"
"If you're having a relationship with someone else in the industry."
"I'm not."
"If you were. It would be hard."
"Yes."
"It would have to be a secret."
"Yes."
"Casey?"
"Yes?"
"I think I am."
"You don't have to figure it out right this instant. You have the rest of your life."
"No, I mean, I know that, but I really think I am."
"Don't go dicking around with people until you're sure, Danny."
"I - Casey, I'm sure."
"How sure?"
"Really sure."
"Danny?"
"Mm?"
"We have to work now."
"Oh. Right."
("Don't go dicking around with people.")
It was a great show, actually, that night. Electrified.
"Casey. Wanna go for drinks? I know this seedy little dive that's smoky and has the worst moonshine this side of the Mississippi."
"Sounds great."
"You two had better be able to work when you show up tomorrow!"
"Yes, Dana."
"Yes, Dana."
"I'm serious."
Slam.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sure. I'm really, really sure."
"Next step is to sleep with a guy. See if you're still sure."
"Uh - "
"You already have? Whoa."
"Yeah."
"You get around a lot."
"I'm a slut, remember?"
"Clearly."
"Casey?"
"Yes?"
"You're hot. Very hot."
"Why, thank you."
"Can I kiss you?"
"I - That wouldn't be a good idea."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Then - Why?"
"Because you're very hot, and I'm a little drunk so I can say what's on my mind without kicking myself for it just yet, and what's on my mind is that I'm in love with you, and I have been for as long as I can remember."
"We're in public, Danny."
"We're in a booth."
"We could go somewhere else."
"Somewhere less public?"
"Yes."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"And then you can kiss me."
"Even better."
"And I can kiss you. And maybe grope you."
"I'm all for groping."
"You would be."
"Yes, because I'm a slut."
"Would it be all right for me to call you *my* slut now?"
"That would be acceptable."
Author: Kristophine
Author's website: No current information
Pairing: Casey/Dan
Rating: PG
Category: Slash
"Slut"
By Kristophine
Author's Notes: A piece of nothing-fluff that I just came across on my hard drive. Written in a stranger time, not one of my favorites, but it had enough moments that I thought were cute to merit posting. Anyway, it's dribble. Mostly dialogue. Pointless. But hey! It prominently features Dan under a desk!
He was hiding under a desk at the time, which could explain why Kim and the new intern failed to notice his presence.
Their voices drifted down to him, only somewhat muffled. It quickly became clear that Kim was actually leaning on the desk; Dan could see her ankles and her stylish shoes, not to mention that cherry-red toenail polish. All in all, very nice feet. Then he caught his name, and he listened more attentively.
"… they seem very close." That was the intern, a nice enough girl if he was remembering correctly.
Kim's voice: "They've been best friends for, what, ten years now? It's touching."
"Are they - " The intern's voice dropped. "Are they, like, together?"
Together?
"No." Kim's voice sounded strangely sharp. "And even if they were, it wouldn't be any of our business. In this industry, that sort of thing
ruins careers."
"Oh." The intern actually had the gall to sound disappointed. Disappointed! That he wasn't sleeping with Casey! Of all the nerve -
"Well, I guess there goes my plans to seduce the pair of them into bed for a wild, weekend-long threesome."
Whooo. Not necessarily, little lady.
Kim chuckled. "You never know. Dan would be up for it, I'm sure. You might have to talk Casey into it."
The intern burst into laughter, quickly muffled. "But wouldn't they be a sexy couple?" she asked, wistfully.
"Oh, *definitely.*" Was that appreciation in Kim's voice? Hmm. "No contest there. It's just, you know, the way things are around here."
"What?" said the intern, sounding highly amused. "The Earth is round, Dana's neurotic, Jeremy's a geek, Natalie's on Prozac, and Dan and Casey aren't sleeping together?"
"I prefer to use the phrase 'boinking each other's brains out', but yes, you've got the gist of it. Anyway, I was going to show you ..." The desk creaked as Kim stood up, and their voices receded into the general noise.
Well.
He was going to have to hide under a desk more often.
At that moment, however, Dan Rydell had a script to finish, away from Casey's maniacal tendencies towards paper airplanes and irrelevant questions. Biting his lip, he frowned at the pad of paper in his hand, and went back to work.
The show that night was normal.
("Boinking each other's brains out ...")
Well, mostly normal.
The next day, despite Casey's improved mood, he nevertheless crawled under another desk - this time, one just around the corner from the espresso machine. Kim would have to walk by. With luck, the intern would be in tow.
He was in luck.
And it seemed he'd never noticed, really, how central he and Casey were to the gossip of the station, because today it was Kim talking as they walked by. "... really sweet guy. You should ask him to coffee or something, get to know him."
"But he's so - " The intern paused, and he could almost hear her making a face.
"Dan?" supplied Kim.
"Well, yeah."
"Trust me, in the long run that's a benefit."
"What about Casey? Is he seeing anyone?"
"He has an ex-wife - " Their voices faded as they moved towards the source of that everlasting manna, coffee, and then grew stronger as they returned a moment later. "… rather fond of Dan, if you get my drift."
"Are you serious?" There was incredulity in the intern's voice. "I mean - "
"They aren't together. I've told you that half a dozen times, and I'm telling you again. I'm just saying that maybe Casey doesn't need a woman in his life right now."
"Maybe he needs a distraction."
"Maybe you should try Dan first."
"Maybe ..." And her voice was doubtful, which stung just a bit, but Kim was being firm, which was good. Their voices faded out.
And another normal show.
("Rather fond of Dan ...")
("Doesn't need a woman in his life right now ...")
("Try Dan first ...")
Well.
Mostly.
The next day, there was really no reason to hide under a desk, nor was there any need to; Kim and the intern had begun to concentrate on the hard technical stuff, which was apparently swamping the young woman. Although she did flash him a smile when she passed him in the hallway.
So he was in his office. With Casey. Who was humming to himself, something tuneless and repetitive. Who was unaware that he was the topic of Kim and the new intern's gossip. Who wasn't, currently, sharing Dan's faint but pervasive unease.
This needed to be remedied.
"So," he began, "I was under a desk the other day."
"Really?" Casey's eyes remained locked on the screen, his fingers tapping steadily. "Wouldn't have figured you for the type."
"I was hiding from you."
"I guessed that, yes."
"You're really terrifying when you're armed with paper airplanes."
"Thank you. I try."
"So, anyway, I was under this desk."
"This desk? Right here? I think I would have noticed."
"*The* desk. And Kim, with her new intern, just happened to wander by and pause for a moment."
"Really."
"Really. Would it interest you to know that we are apparently hot topics of rumor and myth around this station?"
"Surely you're not surprised."
"I was, just a bit. Though they did talk more about you than me."
"What did they say?" Ah, now the curiosity was getting to Casey - that gleam in his eye was painfully familiar.
"Well, Kim's under the impression that you're gay, the intern's been having hot fantasies about a weekend-long threesome featuring you and yours truly, and Natalie is apparently on Prozac. Also, they think I'm a slut."
"You are a slut."
"Not as much of one as you."
"Oh, please. You're twice the slut I am."
"Only because you've been married."
"So, threesome?" And that non sequitur, with its forced nonchalance, was interesting.
Dan shrugged. "They also say we'd make a sexy couple."
"Ah."
"You know, Dana's going to dance on our graves if we don't get this script done soon."
"Allow me to remind you that it was you who disturbed the peace of my working environment."
"Feel free to hide under a desk."
(Any desk. Mine, for example.)
("Wouldn't have figured you for the type.")
("Sexy couple.")
At least Dan was fairly certain he'd succeeded in disturbing Casey's tranquillity, which was worth something.
Another ordinary show.
("Twice the slut I am.")
("So, threesome?")
("You *are* a slut.")
("I guessed that, yes.")
("They aren't together. I've told you that half a dozen times, and I'm telling you again.")
("They also say we'd make a sexy couple.")
Sort of.
"So, Danny, thought about threesomes lately?"
Dan choked on his coffee, taken by surprise. "What? Ach!"
Casey's expression radiated perfect innocence. "Nothing."
"I'll get you for that."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Hey, Case! Dana wants to see us, pronto. Says it's about that threesome thing."
"Gah!"
"Oooh. Does coffee come out of that?"
"You bastard."
"Turnabout is fair play, my friend."
"Evil, evil little man."
"Dana does want to talk to us, though."
Another day.
Another show.
("Thought about threesomes lately?")
("I'd like to see you try.")
("Rather fond of Dan ...")
("I guessed that, yes.")
("They also say we'd make a sexy couple.")
("Boinking each other's brains out ...")
("The Earth is round ... and Dan and Casey aren't sleeping together?")
("Are they, like, together?")
Normal was becoming less normal every day.
Curiously enough, it was the next day that he cracked.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Gay."
"Oh. You're still thinking about the threesome thing, right?"
"Well, come on. Look at that intern."
"Your fascination is understandable."
"So?"
"So it's none of your fucking business."
"Did I just trip over a landmine or something?"
"Fine. I'm not gay. I am, however, bisexual."
"Bisexual?"
"If you freak out now, I am personally going to see to it that you spit coffee on whichever piece of clothing you prize most highly."
"No, man, I'm fine. Just ... surprised."
"Great. Now leave me alone and let me work."
Work, strangely enough, was the one thing that seemed to be normal.
The show was no longer normal at all.
("Fine. I'm bisexual.")
And that was all.
"So, are you?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Stupid question."
"No, really. Is this about - "
"The threesome thing. Yeah."
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know."
"You're a grown man, Danny. How can you not know?"
"By some freak of interstellar phenomena, I am telling you - it is possible. I don't know."
"Have it your way."
"Fine."
"Fine."
("I don't know.")
No, no longer normal at all.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I was?"
"What if you were ... What am I supposed to say to that? Is there some right answer?"
"Would I be hot?"
"There's so no right answer to that."
"No, seriously."
"Danny ..."
"Casey ..."
"All right, yes. Satisfied?"
"Maybe."
("Yes.")
"Casey?"
"Damn it, Danny, I'm trying to work. What is it?"
"Being bisexual is really risky in this industry, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I mean, there's the whole sports thing ..."
"Mmm-hmm."
"And then."
"What?"
"If you're having a relationship with someone else in the industry."
"I'm not."
"If you were. It would be hard."
"Yes."
"It would have to be a secret."
"Yes."
"Casey?"
"Yes?"
"I think I am."
"You don't have to figure it out right this instant. You have the rest of your life."
"No, I mean, I know that, but I really think I am."
"Don't go dicking around with people until you're sure, Danny."
"I - Casey, I'm sure."
"How sure?"
"Really sure."
"Danny?"
"Mm?"
"We have to work now."
"Oh. Right."
("Don't go dicking around with people.")
It was a great show, actually, that night. Electrified.
"Casey. Wanna go for drinks? I know this seedy little dive that's smoky and has the worst moonshine this side of the Mississippi."
"Sounds great."
"You two had better be able to work when you show up tomorrow!"
"Yes, Dana."
"Yes, Dana."
"I'm serious."
Slam.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sure. I'm really, really sure."
"Next step is to sleep with a guy. See if you're still sure."
"Uh - "
"You already have? Whoa."
"Yeah."
"You get around a lot."
"I'm a slut, remember?"
"Clearly."
"Casey?"
"Yes?"
"You're hot. Very hot."
"Why, thank you."
"Can I kiss you?"
"I - That wouldn't be a good idea."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Then - Why?"
"Because you're very hot, and I'm a little drunk so I can say what's on my mind without kicking myself for it just yet, and what's on my mind is that I'm in love with you, and I have been for as long as I can remember."
"We're in public, Danny."
"We're in a booth."
"We could go somewhere else."
"Somewhere less public?"
"Yes."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"And then you can kiss me."
"Even better."
"And I can kiss you. And maybe grope you."
"I'm all for groping."
"You would be."
"Yes, because I'm a slut."
"Would it be all right for me to call you *my* slut now?"
"That would be acceptable."