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Friction
Written for sn100 challenge #116: Friction.

My first drabble in a while, and somewhat porny because phoebesmum wanted…friction.


It was friction; friction that Casey needed, more than anything.

Four days of his parents visiting from Minnesota, followed by Dan spending five days on the road, had not made for a very happy Casey.

Was it any wonder that he now had Dan pinned against his front door, their pants around their ankles and his mouth sucking on Dan's neck as he rubbed and rubbed, looking for and getting the friction he craved.

Sweet, desperate friction pushing him closer and closer, as Danny clutched at his back and whispered, "God, God, Casey, God…" in his ear until he came.