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crack_van2003-10-11 11:16 pm
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The First Move, by Sinead
The First Move
Fandom: Sports Night
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Author on LJ :smallbeer
Author Website:Author's Website
Why this must be read: There are old musicals, girls who just don't get it, and a contemplative Casey who does. If you aren't singing to yourself by the time this fic is over, I'll be surprised.
"They were standing shirtless in wardrobe after coming off the air. Skin smooth and pale and fine-grained as ivory, Dan had almost no hair on his chest. A few days in the sun would turn him a light biscuity shade, but in New York in the dead of winter, he was the color of newly risen cream. The sun would probably gild the few fine dark hairs curled around his nipples, too. A narrow silky shadow descended from the valley of his navel into the open fly of his jeans. Casey felt his mouth dry up, and when Dan glanced over at him, he had to thrust his head into the locker where he kept his street clothes and pretend to look for his watch, unable to stop the blush that seemed to rise from his crotch. Thank god I had my back turned when he took off his pants, he thought. "
Fandom: Sports Night
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Author on LJ :smallbeer
Author Website:Author's Website
Why this must be read: There are old musicals, girls who just don't get it, and a contemplative Casey who does. If you aren't singing to yourself by the time this fic is over, I'll be surprised.
"They were standing shirtless in wardrobe after coming off the air. Skin smooth and pale and fine-grained as ivory, Dan had almost no hair on his chest. A few days in the sun would turn him a light biscuity shade, but in New York in the dead of winter, he was the color of newly risen cream. The sun would probably gild the few fine dark hairs curled around his nipples, too. A narrow silky shadow descended from the valley of his navel into the open fly of his jeans. Casey felt his mouth dry up, and when Dan glanced over at him, he had to thrust his head into the locker where he kept his street clothes and pretend to look for his watch, unable to stop the blush that seemed to rise from his crotch. Thank god I had my back turned when he took off his pants, he thought. "