| open to bad wolf with no name and sigmund |
[03 Aug 2009|05:42am] |
Casey had been spending more and more time at Sigmund's place. Just as Sigmund had said, he'd cleared out a drawer for the boy and Casey had taken to leaving a few things over. A toothbrush, stuff for shaving. Something to sleep in. An extra pair of jeans and a t-shirt or two. Honestly, he still couldn't believe that he'd found someone so amazing. And everything was going fast, but it felt so right that he couldn't stop himself from rushing right into things. He'd never felt so completely connected to someone before, it was perfect.
It was early morning and Casey was sprawled out in Sigmund's bed. He heard the shower and he could smell coffee brewing, and he knew that Sigmund was up and getting ready to head out to work. He really wanted him to stay, but he always wanted Sigmund to stay. He'd made Sigmund a little bit late a few times all ready earlier in the week and he was trying to refrain from doing so again. The last thing he wanted to do was get his boyfriend in trouble at the office.
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