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g3r_ysgrifennuTitle: Even Educated Fleas Do It
Fandom: Sports Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Summary:
Authors Note: (From original posting)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of Aaron Sorkin
Casey sat in a corner booth at Anthony’s, forehead resting on his folded arms, and contemplated hiding there forever. He didn’t look up when a glass of scotch was placed on the table in front of him.
“You knew this day would come eventually.” Dan’s voice was full of sympathy.
“I know, I know,” Casey groaned, barely audible in his current position. His companion tapped him on the back of his head to encourage him to look up, and he reluctantly obliged, “I just never thought it would go like that.”
“It’s not the same as when we were kids, Casey. There’s so much more they need to know besides the mechanics of it.”
“But see, I was prepared for that. The basic mechanics, and how to keep safe. But the questions didn’t stop there.”
Dan blinked, “You mean..”
Casey nodded, his expression one of abject humiliation, “He wanted to know about guys too.”
“Aww man, Casey!” Dan couldn’t help but chuckle. At Casey’s hurt look he began to full-out belly laugh.
“I’m sorry!” he managed to choke out after a minute or so, “It’s just…it was amusing enough to picture you explaining the ‘birds and bees’ to Charlie – but the bees and the bees? Man, what I wouldn’t give to have been a fly on the wall!”
“It’s not funny!” Casey whined, “I’ve probably traumatised him for life!”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Dan did his best to look serious, “But you will tell him that if he has any questions, and would rather talk to someone else, his Uncle Dan’s available, right?”
Casey nearly bristled at that – it was his job to answer his son’s questions. But then he thought about how flustered he’d been, and how embarrassed Charlie had looked. Maybe a chat with his cool uncle wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“I’ll bear it in mind.” He reached over to squeeze Dan’s hand. “Thanks.”
Dan grinned, squeezing his hand in return. “Anytime. Now drink up!” he instructed, giving Casey his most smouldering look, “Then you can take me home and prove you knew your subject matter.”
Fandom: Sports Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Casey
Summary:
Authors Note: (From original posting)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of Aaron Sorkin
Casey sat in a corner booth at Anthony’s, forehead resting on his folded arms, and contemplated hiding there forever. He didn’t look up when a glass of scotch was placed on the table in front of him.
“You knew this day would come eventually.” Dan’s voice was full of sympathy.
“I know, I know,” Casey groaned, barely audible in his current position. His companion tapped him on the back of his head to encourage him to look up, and he reluctantly obliged, “I just never thought it would go like that.”
“It’s not the same as when we were kids, Casey. There’s so much more they need to know besides the mechanics of it.”
“But see, I was prepared for that. The basic mechanics, and how to keep safe. But the questions didn’t stop there.”
Dan blinked, “You mean..”
Casey nodded, his expression one of abject humiliation, “He wanted to know about guys too.”
“Aww man, Casey!” Dan couldn’t help but chuckle. At Casey’s hurt look he began to full-out belly laugh.
“I’m sorry!” he managed to choke out after a minute or so, “It’s just…it was amusing enough to picture you explaining the ‘birds and bees’ to Charlie – but the bees and the bees? Man, what I wouldn’t give to have been a fly on the wall!”
“It’s not funny!” Casey whined, “I’ve probably traumatised him for life!”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Dan did his best to look serious, “But you will tell him that if he has any questions, and would rather talk to someone else, his Uncle Dan’s available, right?”
Casey nearly bristled at that – it was his job to answer his son’s questions. But then he thought about how flustered he’d been, and how embarrassed Charlie had looked. Maybe a chat with his cool uncle wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“I’ll bear it in mind.” He reached over to squeeze Dan’s hand. “Thanks.”
Dan grinned, squeezing his hand in return. “Anytime. Now drink up!” he instructed, giving Casey his most smouldering look, “Then you can take me home and prove you knew your subject matter.”
