Title: Lunch
Author: Ramius
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they're Aaron's. But, you know, he's pretty busy
with West Wing now, so if you see them wandering around, let them know I've
got a good home for them.
Notes: This is a teeny tiny little something that Dan and Casey whispered into my ear one day while I was at work. They just thought it was the funniest thing ever. Oh, and this is the most explicit thing I've ever written. You are hereby forwarned.


Dan Rydell carefully took his place in front of Casey. Casey McCall,
partner - on screen and off - and the light of his life. And so it
was with great pleasure that Dan started the task set before him.

He started by grabbing the shaft firmly, but softly, and quickly
realized that he would need both hands. He started licking it, finding it
hard beneath his tongue, not wanting to skip any crevice. He lapped up the
salty, sweet moisture which had accumulated in what seemed like every nook
and every cranny. He was like a child with an ice cream cone on a hot day.

It was only after this moisture had dissipated that he started to play
rough. A nibble here, a nibble there, nothing too harsh. He took his
time, not wanting to rush this delectable meal which had been set before

After mere minutes of this slow, sweet torture, Dan pulled away

He looked into Casey's eyes and feigned his own look of surprise at the
annoyance he saw.

"What?" Dan asked, his wicked grin visible behind his ear of
corn. "You wanted me to get you a piece, too?"

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