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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-07 09:54 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-07 09:54 pm
Casey in 50: Bad Idea: RJ/Casey
Title: Bad Idea (8/50)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 370
Summary: There really wasn't a whole lot that Casey wouldn't do.
Spoilers: None.
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Writers Choice: Bad Idea
There really wasn’t a whole lot that Casey wouldn’t do.
Scratch that, there really wasn’t a whole lot Casey wouldn’t do for RJ. There were several different embarrassing pictures that Lily seemed to think that he didn’t know about that was a testament to that. However, as he RJ turned his attention to his neck, Casey turned his head just enough to catch sight of the blue comforter and realized that this was really just very creepy.
Drawing from strength he really didn’t know he possessed, he pushed his mate back and received a startled look for his effort.
“What?” RJ’s voice had concern lacing through the panting. “What’s wrong?”
Casey shook his head as his mate looked him up and down, obviously trying to find the source his discomfort and missing it completely. “RJ, look around and tell me just where we ar-- are.” The last part of his sentence was gasped out as RJ, finding nothing visibly wrong with his mate, slid back on top of him.
An amused look crossed RJ’s face as he sat back. “Okay, well…” He glanced around and realized just what was wrong. “Oh,” he replied. “This is not our room.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Huh,” RJ sighed, glancing around as if his surroundings would magically change if he stared long enough. Then he shrugged and went back to his in-depth exploration of his tiger’s neck.
“Gah!” He shoved his mate back, only to get a growl of displeasure and a set of teeth wrapping around a portion of bruised skin. A hand slipped under his shirt while the other one slipped down the waist of his pants. Casey gasped out loud, tightening his grip in RJ’s hair. “R-- RJ-- What if-- Theo-- He’s--.”
RJ pulled back and licked at his jaw. “Do you really think saying Theo’s name while my hand is down your pants is a good idea?” He ended the sentence with a particularly rough nip at Casey’s ear.
“N-- No?”
“Good answer.” With that, the wolf master went back to his previous actions. Somehow, Casey found he was caring less and less about where he was.
“Hey? Is there someone in here-- Oh my god! Not on my bed!”
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 370
Summary: There really wasn't a whole lot that Casey wouldn't do.
Spoilers: None.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Writers Choice: Bad Idea
There really wasn’t a whole lot that Casey wouldn’t do.
Scratch that, there really wasn’t a whole lot Casey wouldn’t do for RJ. There were several different embarrassing pictures that Lily seemed to think that he didn’t know about that was a testament to that. However, as he RJ turned his attention to his neck, Casey turned his head just enough to catch sight of the blue comforter and realized that this was really just very creepy.
Drawing from strength he really didn’t know he possessed, he pushed his mate back and received a startled look for his effort.
“What?” RJ’s voice had concern lacing through the panting. “What’s wrong?”
Casey shook his head as his mate looked him up and down, obviously trying to find the source his discomfort and missing it completely. “RJ, look around and tell me just where we ar-- are.” The last part of his sentence was gasped out as RJ, finding nothing visibly wrong with his mate, slid back on top of him.
An amused look crossed RJ’s face as he sat back. “Okay, well…” He glanced around and realized just what was wrong. “Oh,” he replied. “This is not our room.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Huh,” RJ sighed, glancing around as if his surroundings would magically change if he stared long enough. Then he shrugged and went back to his in-depth exploration of his tiger’s neck.
“Gah!” He shoved his mate back, only to get a growl of displeasure and a set of teeth wrapping around a portion of bruised skin. A hand slipped under his shirt while the other one slipped down the waist of his pants. Casey gasped out loud, tightening his grip in RJ’s hair. “R-- RJ-- What if-- Theo-- He’s--.”
RJ pulled back and licked at his jaw. “Do you really think saying Theo’s name while my hand is down your pants is a good idea?” He ended the sentence with a particularly rough nip at Casey’s ear.
“N-- No?”
“Good answer.” With that, the wolf master went back to his previous actions. Somehow, Casey found he was caring less and less about where he was.
“Hey? Is there someone in here-- Oh my god! Not on my bed!”