#day 6

It’s a great outing for them as a family, and Severide loves teasing Casey about his favorite booths to go to or getting him to try something a little outside the box.  They had opted to take the trains as much as they could to Grant Park.  The Taste is free to attend because all of the money is made by strips of tickets used to buy the food. 

The boys are quite excited as they approach one of the entrances. 

“Can we get rainbow ice cream, dad?” Ben questions, pulling on his arm as they make their way to a ticket booth. 

“You can’t start with ice cream, kid,” Casey retorts.  “You’re supposed to be trying real food, first.”

“So, no cotton candy, either, Case?” Severide teases, which earns him an eyeroll and a shake of the head.

“You’re a dumbass,” Casey retorts, but there’s a small affectionate look on his face. 

“Yeah, but your dumbass.”

He winks and Casey laughs before he turns to get them tickets.  It doesn’t take long before they each have a strip of tickets, ready to go get some food. 

“Alright, where to first – and don’t say ice cream.”

The boys look around eagerly, before they both pull them in opposite directions. 

Not a surprise. 

“Meet up where we did last year?” Casey questions as Griffin pulls him away.

“Yes, yes, meet you there.”

“Good.”

***

It’s a lot of fun skirting various people, getting to try all sorts of food, chatting with others they run into, but Casey’s happy once Severide and Ben find them with their own plates of food.

Severide appears to have listened to him about the cotton candy and ice cream, opting instead from sort of stuffed noodle thing that Ben claims it has crab in it – something, something crab ragoon, he thinks, and he, apparently, loves it. 

“Score for something new, I see,” Casey offers when Ben shares it with him and Griffin and even Griffin seems to enjoy it. 

Severide hums.  “That’s a fancy-looking sandwich.”

“It’s a jibarito,” Casey retorts.  He’d gotten Griffin some kind of kabob that would allow him to try a few different meats.  “Wanna try it?”

“Are you going to try my duck sandwich?” Severide asks, teasingly. 

Casey has never been a fan of duck, but he’s trying to get the boys to be more adventurous after all, so he says, “I’d love to.”

Severide grins as he gives his sandwich to Casey to try, looking like he’s pretty sure that he’s going to hate it, and sure enough, the bite of duck reminds him just how much he hates duck.  The mixing flavors with the toppings and bread are not helpful as he sets the sandwich down slowly and struggles to chew his bite. 

Severide is grinning at him; the boys are looking at him curiously, and he just wants to get this over with. 

He swallows and takes a big gulp of his beer.  “Delicious,” he lies.

Severide snorts.  “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Probably for the best, your turn,” Casey returns, sliding both his and Severide’s sandwiches over to him. 

He can tell the moment that he takes a bite that he probably wants to spit it out which gets back at him for making him eat duck (and okay, he didn’t make him, but he knew it was a challenge and they both love a good challenge). 

They love playing these little games sometimes, and even though no one really wins, it’s still a lot of fun.

“You like, Sev?” he teases.

He chews and swallows slowly.  “It was… the best sandwich ever.”

Casey bursts out laughing as Griffin says, “That was, like, the worst lie I’ve ever heard, dad.”

“Our kid’s a smartass,” Severide states as he reaches over and ruffles his hair (despite Severide’s words, Griffin grins as if they were praise).  “Alright, fine, it sucked,” he admits.  “You should try it, bud.”

Casey grins.  “He tried it when he sat down and liked it.”

Severide huffs as he pushes his sandwich back at him.  “Then, you two can enjoy it.”

“We will.”

***

After they’re all done enjoying the various things they’ve opted to taste test to get the boys trying new things, Casey wasn’t surprised that the boys insisted on rainbow ice cream and cotton candy, just as he wasn’t surprised when their sugar crash led to them falling asleep on the couch earlier than expected.

He groans a little when he closes Griffin’s door and spots Severide standing against the opposite wall with a grin.  He pulls him forward and kisses him deeply.  Their lips blending together so easily like they have since November.

He could be tempted to take Severide right here, but he’s not risking the boys having a front-row seat to the things that they love to do together.

So, he puts his hands on Severide’s bare chest (the second they got home he took off his shirt, he loves to tease Casey by taking off his shirt) and pushes away reluctantly.  “We should go downstairs, at least.”

Severide hums.  “I’ve just been wanting to do that all day since we left the house.”

Casey feels a wave of pleasure wash over him.  “Me too.  I wanted to kiss you so much.”

He knows that it’s part of the whole secret thing, even though odds were that no one would catch onto anything, there was just too much of a risk.

Severide smiles as he laces his hand with Casey’s and leads him down the stairs.  He laughs when he doesn’t even pretend that that they’re going to try to watch TV, instead, he pushes Casey up against their bedroom door and kisses him, again. 

His lips taste like cotton candy and beer, which is an odd combination, but frankly, he doesn’t care.  He loves Severide’s kisses no matter what he tastes like.

He wraps their linked hands behind Severide’s back, pulling him flush against him, his other hand on his chin, feeling the slight stubble that never gets to grow because of their jobs, directing the kiss as he opens his mouth to let Severide in.  Severide’s free hand pulls at his waist, which causes them brush their cocks together, causing both of them to moan and Severide to reach for the door handle.

Casey’s so lost in the feelings that he forgets that their door opens inward until they tumble onto the floor with a loud thump, letting go of Severide not fast enough to stop himself from hitting the ground too hard.

“Dads?!” a yell from above.

“We’re fine!” Casey yells as Severide shuffles to his knees and tries to not to laugh. 

Severide gets to his feet and offers a hand to Casey, who listens for the boys – just in case, but it sounds like they’ve already gone back to sleep and settled back down. 

He pulls him close, again, but chooses to rub their noses together instead.  “We’re ridiculous sometimes,” he teases. 

“It’s your fault, you’ve never been able to keep it in your pants,” Casey teases, as he plays with Severide’s belt, undoing his pants. 

“Says the guy undoing my pants.”

“You could always stop me.”

“Never.”

“Good.”

He gets the belt undone, moves him towards the bed, and pulls down as he pushes him onto the bed. 

Severide grins at him as he shuffles back on the bed, centered and leaned up on his elbows.  He’s eyeing him up and down as he tosses his shirt over to the corner of the room and tears off his pants and underwear. 

He climbs onto the bed, straddling Severide, and kissing him deeply.  “Wanna fuck you, can I?”

“Please,” Severide pants and reaches over to lube on his bedside table.  “I’d love that.”

Casey gives him a long, lingering kiss.  “Good.”

***

Panting and satisfied, Severide pulls Casey into his arms.  They should take a shower, and they will, but first, Severide can admit, “It’s amazing how hot that is.  Never thought I’d like it, but fuck, it’s hot.”

It’s not that he hasn’t before, but he wasn’t too… sure.  It’s been a lot more blowjobs and rubbing off together than anything else.  Casey had been the first to suggest it, and he seemed to like it, so Severide had been slower to … suggest he try it and even slower to … enjoy it on his end. 

“Told you,” Casey offers, sounding pleased.  “It’s different, but in a good way.”

“Gloating and glowing, love it,” Severide teases. 

“This is pillow talk, I’m allowed,” he jokes, looking at him with a bright smile.  “And don’t even try to say it isn’t – I’ve met all the criteria, fucked you into oblivion and laying on pillows with afterglow.”

Severide laughs and rubs his bare back.  “As if you don’t insist that any time that we’re in bed together talking that it’s pillow talk.”

Casey hums.  “That’s because it is pillow talk, besides, neither of us are good at keeping it in our pants, so when was the last time we went straight to bed?”

Severide laughs.  “Well, when you’ve got a hot boyfriend, it’s not like it’s easy to resist.”

Casey kisses his cheek and gives him a smile.  “Feel the same.  Resisting kissing you today or holding your hand when I know how much you love it was hard.”

Severide hums, looking at him and kissing his nose.  He knows that someday they’ll come out and be able to hold hands and kiss each other in public, but it’s best for now to be a secret.

“Someday, sweetheart.”  He feels Casey shiver next to him.  “You like that, Case?” he questions.  He’s been wondering ever since their makeout in Casey’s office on Valentine’s Day and his reaction to baby if he could find a term that works for him.  He’s been using sweetheart amongst others and testing them to see which he likes best.  Sweetheart definitely seems to be winning.  “You wanna be my sweetheart?”

Casey shivers and flushes.  “I’m not saying that, at all –”

“But?” Severide prompts.

“But if you … wanted to call me that, I wouldn’t mind.”

He loves the pleased look on his face as he says, “Alright, Sweetheart, shower time?”

“Definitely.”

“Good.  Then, let’s go.”