Love Me Bingo 2026

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Love Me Bingo 2026

Hello All!

This is a new bingo created purely to spread the love for all of 2026.

ANY fandom / Pairing is welcome.

Does not have to be romantic - many of these prompts can be platonic.

You can do any or all of the bingo cards. (There are 5 - only one of which is NSFW).

All mediums welcomed! (Art/fics/etc.). Just tag @lovemebingo2026 to get reblogged and make sure it's appropriately tagged. (Ship/Fandom). (I will reblog as quickly as I can).

If you wanna put it on AO3 - here's the Collection. https://archiveofourown.org/collections/LoveMeBingo2026

See below for Prompts / Text Prompts.

And let me know if you have any questions.

Ways to Say “I love you.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“I made your favorite.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Just because.”

“That’s okay.  I bought two.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“I love you.”

“There’s enough room for both of us.”

“I noticed.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“Did you get my letter / note?”

“You might like this.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“You’re important, too.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I like your laugh.”

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“It looks good on you.”

“We can share.”

Hugs and Kisses 

Spooning Hug

Forehead Kiss

Hug from behind

Reunion Kiss

Slow dance hug

Lazy kiss

Snuggle hug

Sleepy kiss

Straddle hug

Sweet Kiss

Half-Asleep hug

Kiss out of habit

Seal the deal kiss

Underwater kiss

Bear hug

Unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme

Long hug

Kiss to resolve sexual tension

Full body hug

Wake up kiss

Twirl hug

Laughing kiss

Soothing hug

Kiss to distract

Catch me hug

Show Your Love

Packing them a lunch

Arranging a self-care day for them

Giving them flowers

Cooking for them

Listening to them

Making their favorite dessert

Playing with their hands

Hushed conversations between kisses

Checking in on them

Random affection

Cooking together

Running hands through their hair

Appreciation of them

Sharing clothes

Falling asleep together

“I really value your opinion.”

Giving them a massage

Smiling at each other for no reason

Fixing their clothing

Creating a scrap book of moments

Being their big spoon

Making weird faces at each other

Cheering them up when no one else can

Hug around the waist

Ruffling their hair

Love Language 

Sharing a drink

Putting their chin on the other’s shoulder

Teasing each other 

Telling inside jokes

Shoulder squeeze

Linking arms with each other 

Sitting on the other’s lap

Kissing their bruises and scars

Tickling them

Touching foreheads

Secret kisses

Surprise vacation

Playing games together

Taking them to see their favorite sport

Going for a walk together

FaceTiming them because they miss them

Getting a pet together

Stay at home date

Going on an adventure together

“You’re staring.” “I like seeing you happy.”

Pleased flushing at a compliment

Initiating affection

“Oh so in love smile.”

Planning pranks together

Nuzzling their neck

Love Me NSFW

After Care

Consent Check-in

Sexy gift for them 

New positions

Post Sex cuddling

Making their fantasy come true

Role Play

Morning Sex

Bondage

Using their favorite toys

Washing them in the shower

Cockwarming

Phone sex

Body worship

Mile high club

Lap dance / Striptease

Erotic Photos

Trying a new kink

Heavy kissing / makeout

“Good boy / Good girl”

Only one bed (leads to sex)

“Not a fan of sharing.”

Threesome

Showing them off 

Uniform

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Series Link - LINK

While the Kids are Away, the Adults Get to Play - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81275176 

Now that they have the support from 51 and the CFD to be together and stay together at 51, Casey's feeling pretty great and wants to make the most of their forty-eight off together without the boys.

Cock Riding Cowboy - Alex/Henry - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81686206 

Henry's got the perfect idea for Alex's birthday -> finally getting to play sexy cowboy.

Valentine’s Surprises - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86267241 

Casey's surprised that Severide wants to celebrate Valentine's Day now that they're a couple - secret couple that is, good thing he finds a way anyway.

Bingo Card below:

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Series Link - LINK

Especially, Then - Buck & Bobby - https://archiveofourown.org/works/84969221 

Buck's struggling after finding out about Daniel, thankfully, Bobby's here to help. 

Let Me - Buck & Bobby - https://archiveofourown.org/works/84972716 

While Buck's back on his feet after the firetruck crushing his leg, he's not quite ready to be on his own, luckily, Bobby's there to help him through it, if he's willing to let him.

The Right Thing - Casey & Severide & the Darden Boys - https://archiveofourown.org/works/83878361/chapters/221115431 

In the aftermath of the bombing and the fighting during the Rice thing, Griffin's fireman issues become a bigger problem than either Casey or Severide realize.

As summer begins and the problem becomes more obvious, they set themselves on a mission not just to heal Griffin's worries, but themselves as well.

Hell of a Love Story - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/85832126 

Making a scrapbook brings up some what ifs and wonderings for Severide. 

Worth It - Casey/Rhodes/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86264996 

Connor's still getting used to being the meat in a hot, firefighter sandwhich, but he finds that it's worth being a little late (and getting teased) to spend a little more time in bed with them. 

Not So Surprised Sisters - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86312126 

While Casey and Severide are visiting with their sisters, they admit to their relationship which isn't quite the surprise they expected. 

Of Seconds and Loves - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86316061 

Severide notices that Casey's withdrawn a bit around Hallie's deathday, and he reminds Casey that he can talk to him about her, if he wants to. 

Of Guides, Questions, and Affections - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86321926 

Being out and happily engaged on the job hasn't exactly made thing easier when some people can't seem to wrap their minds around it, good thing they have the support of others and each other. 

Bingo Card Below:

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A thunderstorm wakes Buck up, luckily he's got Bobby and Alex to help him through it.

Ao3

***

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley hasn’t liked storms ever since he was struck by lightning a few months ago.  He knows that it’s irrational, that the odds of being struck by lightning twice were not high, but the storm woke him up anyway, and he can’t seem to fall back asleep.  Not even the inviting embrace of his newish boyfriend, Alex Claremont-Diaz, can lure back to sleep. 

And he doesn’t want to wake him up, so he slides out of bed and makes his way down the stairs to his kitchen.  He’d go outside if it wasn’t for the storm, but he wouldn’t be up if there wasn’t a storm.  So, instead, he decides to just focus on making one of Bobby’s famous dishes – chili. 

He’s been working on it for ages, trying to get it just right.  Bobby’s been teasing him about it, and he’s determined that he’s going to get it someday.

As he gets out the ingredients, he’s not surprised by Bobby’s text asking if he’s doing alright. 

He takes the opportunity to call knowing that the lightning has probably gotten him up, too.  Both still working through the aftermath of the lightning strike.

“Do you know the odds of getting struck by lightning twice?” he asks as soon as he sees Bobby’s tired face, not in bed next to Athena, but also in the kitchen.

“Yes, you’ve told me before that it’s a long-shot, but kid, I hope you realize that you’ve had some pretty long-short odds yourself before or do I need to remind you of how amazing it is that you’re still here or you still have a leg?” Bobby retorts, looking surprisingly content with the knowledge despite what he’s saying.

“And here, I thought you were calling me to check in on me,” Buck teases.  “Make me feel better about the storm and the lightning.”

Bobby laughs and ignores that bit.  “What are you making?”

“I was going to try and perfect your chili.”

“I’d be happy to help you.”

“Great.”

***

Alex wakes to the smell of chili and slight laughter wafting up the stairs and an empty bed.  He knows that Buck isn’t fond of storms, so he’s not really surprised that he isn’t sleeping.

But he is a bit curious as to why he’s laughing as he makes his way down the steps of the loft in just Buck’s oversized (on him) LAFD t-shirt and his underwear.  It quickly becomes clear that he’s on the phone with Bobby, his captain and somewhat of a father figure for Buck, who is the only person Alex has met in Buck’s life as of yet.

He smiles when Buck looks up from his phone and the pot and smiles a bit shyly.  “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Alex shakes his head and offers a teasing smile.  “Not exactly, you just made me hungry.”

Buck wiggles his eyebrows which causes laughter from the phone and from Alex.

“Here, come try this,” Buck offers.  “Bobby’s been helping me perfect it.”

Alex moves around the island to Buck’s side accepting the spoonful of chili.  

“That’s amazing,” he says, after swallows.  There’s a look of utter pride on Buck’s face, and Alex can glance down to see that that there’s an equally proud look on Bobby’s face.  “Definitely the world’s perfect chili made at two-thirty in the morning.”

Buck laughs and nods at the lightning flashing through the window.  “Bobby and I couldn’t sleep, so we decided to cook.”

Alex smiles at looks at the phone.  “So, you both made pots of chili?”

Bobby smiles.  “Yes, we opted to create my famous chili together so now we have a good excuse to invite everyone over and enjoy it tomorrow once the storm settles.”

Alex glances at Buck uncertainly, the only person he’d met so far had been Bobby, and that was an accident was Buck really ready to introduce him around?

“I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the team for ages, and the weather already looks like it’s starting to clear,” Buck says, nodding at the clouds moving away through the glass windows and the way that the thunder and lightning has begun to lessen, the rain softening as well.

Alex can tell that this means a lot to Buck, and he’s been wanting to meet Buck’s family for some time.  “I’d love that.”

“Awesome,” Buck says, giving him a kiss.

“Now that the chili is done and the lightning has ceased, maybe we should pack this up and get some sleep?” Bobby suggests.  “Bring it by later, say two?”

“Sounds perfect,” Buck admits.  “See you then.”

“Good night.”

Buck hands up the phone and shares a look with Alex.  “You know, I’m not particularly into sleeping right now.  Maybe we could clean this up and have some fun instead.”

Alex grins, smiling brightly.  “Love the sound of that.”

“Good.”

***

The sun is shining. 

There’s no sign of storm the night before. 

A stormy night to a perfect day for a barbeque. 

Buck can’t help smiling as everyone enjoys the chili that he and Bobby made.  Both nearly identical, almost impossible to tell apart, which proves that he really is learning when it comes to cooking Bobby’s family recipes. 

“Don’t fill up on chili,” Bobby states as he sits beside Buck smiling at Alex playing with Jee.  He’s so good with kids and Buck just hopes that someday they could be good with their own kids.  “I made dessert after our call.”

“Oh?  You know dessert isn’t always –”

“I made your favorite dessert,” Bobby interjects.  “You’ll love it, I promise.”

Buck hums.  He does like the sound of that.  “Alright, you’re on.  I guess I could have dessert today.”

“Good.” 

There’s a pause as Bobby follows Buck’s eyeline to Alex. 

“He fits right in, you know,” he offers with a smile.  “And you seem to really like him.”

Buck grins at him.  “I do; I really like him a lot.  And I could easily see a future with him.”

“Good,” Bobby states.  “He’s a good one, and you deserve the best.”

“Thanks, Bobby, I really appreciate that.”

“Good.”

Alex yells for him to join him and Jee and Buck doesn’t hesitate to do just that. 

Happy that he’s found his future, and his family loves him, too. 

It’s perfect and everything that he’s ever wanted.

I FINALLY GOT BINGO! WOOHOO!

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@lovemebingo2026

SERIES LINK - LINK

Far Away for Far Too Long - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/78620556 

After the fire with Van Meter, Severide's more than a bit lost and pissed when he's taken off the case, thankfully his best friend shows up for him and throws him on a part to realize that there's more than friendship there.

Make You Melt - Alex/Henry -https://archiveofourown.org/works/79160671 

5 times Henry uses a new pet name, and 1 time he goes back to a classic pet name.

Of Pet Names and Challenges - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/79163546 

5 pet names Severide tries out that Casey shakes his head at and 1 pet name that Casey likes.

Distracting Me to Sleep - Haymitch/Maysilee - https://archiveofourown.org/works/79617431 

5 Times that Haymitch and Maysilee avoid talking about their nightmares, and the 1 time they finally do.

Lacy Surprise - Alex/Henry - https://archiveofourown.org/works/80994886 

Alex has found a perfect gift for Henry's birthday.

Old Fashioned Bar Crawl - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/80996406 

After his breakup with Dawson, Casey goes to the only man that he wants to celebrate with is Severide. 

Freedom of Texas - Alex/Henry - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81051236 

Henry enjoys the freedom of Texas as he buys something that makes him think of Alex. 

Start Anew - James/Sirius - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81205351 

James' return to the land of the living is harder than he wants it to be, but luckily, he's got a great husband to help him.

Love This - Scott/Kip - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81212871 

Kip and Scott are riding the high of coming out and can't help finding gifts that the other would like. 

Come to My Rescue - Alex/Henry - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81225136 

When Henry gets lost in Austin, Alex has to come to his rescue. 

The Rules Thing - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81272641 

After realizing that everyone at the picnic was surprised that they were together, Casey makes a point to make the officially announcement and to find a way to circumvent the rules.

Thoughts of You - Chase & Casey, Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/84227976 

When Chase gets fired at the end of S3, he decides it's time for a change of scenery, luckily Casey agrees with him.

You’re Important, too - Buck & Bobby - https://archiveofourown.org/works/84970316 

When Buck risks his life during the active shooter situation, Bobby has to convince him that he's just as important as everyone else.

Perfect Anytime - Buck & Bobby - https://archiveofourown.org/works/84974451 

Both Buck and Bobby are having nightmares about losing each other post-lightning strike, luckily, they have each other to lean on. 

Spinning Feelings - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86260311 

When Casey decides to say with Severide for a while even after Brett looked up apartments for him, she suggests something that has him spinning out over his potential feelings for his best friend.

Shower Me in Flowers - Alex/Henry - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86262446 

When Alex comes home late, he doesn't come home empty handed. 

Vegas, Baby! - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86264181 

Rather than going alone, Casey goes with Severide to Vegas and they have some confessions and fun. 

A Good One - Alex/Buck, Buck & Bobby - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86268186 

A thunderstorm wakes Buck up, luckily he's got Bobby and Alex to help him through it.

That We Deserve - Haymitch/Maysilee - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86305771 

Maysilee and Haymitch become victors together in the 50th Games, and they fight together for a happily ever after. 

Want a Kiss, Get a Kiss - Casey/Severide - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86310341 

Casey and Severide love playing games together now that they're a couple, and their games lead an admission that has been obvious even if it's never been said.

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Casey's surprised that Severide wants to celebrate Valentine's Day now that they're a couple - secret couple that is, good thing he finds a way anyway.

AO3

***

Casey smiles as he spies Severide coming his way, clearly looking to be a little clingy as the guys like to call it, but the guys have no idea that the prank was more than a prank for them or that Casey much prefers spending time with his secret new boyfriend over spending time with his crew. 

Especially today of all days.

“I know that you said that didn’t want to do anything for Valentine’s Day,” Severide starts, looking like he’s up to something with whatever he’s holding behind his back.  “But I saw this and I couldn’t resist.”

He offers Casey a box of what he could only be chocolates as he comes into Casey’s office.  He still misses him a little bit having an office that doesn’t share a wall with his own, but it gives a bit more privacy being in the Captain’s Quarters.

Casey hums, as he accepts it. 

In truth, he didn’t think cheesy hallmark holidays were really Severide’s thing.  It’s not that he said that, but it was their first Valentine’s Day together and he’s never actually seen the man be excited for a Valentine’s Day before (not even when he was engaged to the first Renee, who he had been with for long enough to celebrate the holiday) and didn’t want him to feel obligated to do anything, especially if it wasn’t really his thing.

“Chocolates?” Casey teases with a smile. 

Severide gives him a smug grin.  “Sort of?”

Curious, Casey opens the box to find chocolate covered strawberries.  “Aphrodisiacs?  At work?”

Severide hums as he closes the door.  “Well, you have been teasing that you’ve always been interested in getting fucked over your desk.  Something, something … sometimes it might be fun to do a little role playing.  Thought maybe the strawberries could help get you in the mood and forget about all of the people not that far away.”

Casey can feel his dick harden at the thought, even though they’ve only had sex once in his new office (breaking all of their rules for secrecy) since he became captain.  “It’s not just the people that could … catch us, there could be an alarm –”

“And doesn’t that make this all the more exciting?” Severide teases, as he moves around Casey’s desk to lean against it on Casey’s side of the desk.  He pulls his chair out, slightly, and he can see just how hard Severide already is. 

Severide reaches into the box and offers one of the strawberries to Casey.  He takes a bite of the dangling chocolate covered fruit, and it is unbelievably hot.  Combining Severide’s love of chocolate with Casey’s love of fruit – utterly perfect combination. 

Plus, Severide leaning against his desk, looking at him like he’s some sort of snack… so fucking hot.

“Fuck,” Casey groans, before he’s up and out of his chair.  He grabs Severide’s face and kisses him, passionately.

Their teeth clang a little bit, and he has to adjust, but it only takes a second before Severide’s dropped the rest of the strawberry into the box and wrapped his arms around his back.  His hands squeezing Casey’s ass, but Casey’s more focused on his lips, his tongue diving into Severide’s mouth. 

He’s tasting Severide’s favorite Gatorade and chocolate that he clearly stole from the display for the holiday that the paramedics insist they put up and he’s never loved a taste more. 

He hums and groans, as he grinds against Severide. 

Severide laughs through the kiss as his hands move to Casey’s belt.  Casey’s still got a grip on his face, kissing him and kissing him and not wanting to stop, but…

“What… are … you … doing?” he asks through hushed kisses.  It doesn’t matter that his new office is across the way, he’s way too worried about their secret getting out to be too loud, even though he knows that Severide’s got a thing for loud partners.

“I was – I thought… it … was … obvious…” Severide retorts through their kisses.  He can’t stop; he doesn’t want to stop.  He wants to keep kissing him even as he gets his answers.

It hasn’t been that long, and he’s already addicted to Severide’s kisses, especially when he’s got free access to his lips.  It’s everything to him, right now.

Casey hums, still kissing him.  “Just… kiss … me.”

Severide shifts to sit on his desk.  Legs spread, and pulling Casey between them.  “Alright, baby, hot make-out it is.”

“No,” Casey says, pushing back, slightly.  “I wanna make out with you, but no, no, baby.”

Severide gives him an appraising look, but hums.  “Alright, Case, as you wish.”

“Good.”

He dives back in, still in control.  Their lips gliding together, seamlessly. 

He loves how easy this is, wonders how long he might’ve waited if they hadn’t kissed during their prank on the house.  He could’ve been missing out on so much.

Unfortunately, the alarm blares.  Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61…

They jerk apart, and even disappointed, Casey knows… the job comes first. 

***

The call takes a while and it’s bedtime by the time that they get back, exhausted from the call.  Casey doesn’t think much about the date or anything else, just takes a quick shower and heads straight to his new office, Didrikson nodding at him as he heads to Casey’s old office.  He’d been thrilled when Casey had opted to take the Captain’s office (partially because after his Severide complaint that involved Severide’s temporary demotion, he wanted to keep Didrikson happy – and he knows he’d be pissed to miss out on an office just because Casey wanted to keep his old office). 

And if he and Severide got caught together, he knows he’d put up a stink (thankfully, he had never believed their prank could be real at all).  So, him being happy is necessary.

Still, despite being worried about getting caught, he’s not going to complain about Severide’s sometimes showing up in his office to kiss him. 

He’s still not confident in what he is, but he knows that he’s crazy about kissing that man. 

He enters his quarters intent on going to sleep only to find Severide laying naked in his bed. 

“Sev!” Casey hisses, shocked.  He quickly closes the door and takes in Severide stroking himself in Casey’s new bed.  “What if – what are you doing?”

Severide laughs with a smug grin.  “Thought that was obvious, but if I need to teach you about –”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Casey says, throwing the lock and grabbing the box with the strawberries.

He knows that he shouldn’t – that sex in the firehouse is not advisable.  That they’d be tempting fate and he’d just been thinking about what they would do if they got caught, but … fuck… his secret new boyfriend is hot and hard and laying naked in his bed and… who was he to say no?

Severide’s eyes follow every movement as he divulges himself of his clothes after putting the box on the little table next to the bed, moving closer to the bed as he does.  His hand freezes as Casey moves to straddle him, his dick hard and wanting. 

“I don’t have lube,” Casey says, as he leans over him, straddling him, already feeling so hot and bothered as if the time between their make-out and now hadn’t existed. 

One hand on either side of Severide’s head.  Severide’s looking at him like he’s a meal, and Casey has to wonder just how long he’d been laying in bed teasing himself. 

“You have a mouth, don’t you?” Severide teases, eyes dark with arousal and teasing.  He thrusts up a little and Casey bends down and kisses him, long and lingering. 

“You lay in my bed, teasing me, and I have to go first,” Casey retorts, leaning back and grabbing a strawberry to feed him.  “Hardly seems fair.”

Severide accepts the strawberry and says, “It’s what you get for teasing me earlier with no plans to get me off,” as Casey runs a hand down his chest.

“I was working, and you came in with aphrodisiacs and somehow that’s me teasing you?”

Severide hums as Casey feeds him the rest of the strawberry. 

“Well, I intended to blow you, so…”

He makes a good point and while Severide’s laying naked in his bed, there’s really no use denying himself. 

So, he leans down and kisses him.  His lips, his jaw, his neck. 

He shuffles down as he kisses Severide’s chest, teasing hm a little by sucking on his nipples and having to shush him so that he doesn’t attract attention even if everyone’s asleep in another room.

He relishes the feeling of his chest hair as he kisses his way down to Severide’s dick. 

It’s still new, still different, but he loves the taste of the salty pre-come that pools at the tip.  He loves Severide’s intake of breath when he blows on it after he swirls his tongue around the top and licks up the pre-come from the slit.  He loves the heaviness on his tongue as he wraps his mouth around his dick.

He swirls his tongue as he bobs his head, letting Severide’s moans and the feeling of his hands in his hair direct him on speed.  If they were anywhere else and he wasn’t worried about getting caught, he’d probably tease and prolong the pleasure, but that’s not the case and he knows Severide’s been on edge since they made-out this afternoon.

Severide’s never been one to hold back, so he warns, “Close,” and Casey sucks harder, being rewarded less than thirty seconds later with the salty taste of cum in his mouth. 

He catches all of it, pulling back to the tip as he does before popping off with a pleased grin.  “Satisfied?”

“Maybe,” Severide teases, pulling him up to align with him again. 

He kisses him, seemingly not minding the taste of his own cum on Casey’s lips.  It feels like he likes chasing himself as he kisses Casey, shifting them without ever breaking the kiss so Casey’s on his back, legs spread and dick still aching. 

“Your turn?”

“Please,” Casey pants.

Severide grins.  “As you wish.”

***

“So,” Severide hums as they climb into his car the next morning.  “For our first Valentine’s Day, that was … fun, no?”

Casey laughs, somewhat pleased, as they pull away from the curb and link their hands.  “Well, I – yeah, I guess it was probably my favorite Valentine’s Day date – if you can count it as a date.”

“Well, the best I can do since we were working,” Severide offers.  “And I –” he hesitates. 

He knows that they’re both rather new to this but also wonders how it differs being with a man instead of a woman.  Most of the women he’d been with, regardless of we don’t have to do anything would’ve been angry that all he did was tease him at work and buy him strawberries. 

“Sev?” Casey prompts, knowing there’s something he’s not saying.  “What is it?”

“I, well, I – I know you said that you didn’t want to do anything, so I was trying to – you know, follow that request while still celebrating us,” he says, a bit uncertainly.  Grateful that he has to focus on the road.

He can feel Casey giving him a soft look, and the squeeze of the hand that he’s holding. 

“Damn, Sev, and here, I thought I already knew everything about you,” he says, softly. 

“What’s that mean?” Severide questions, frowning slightly as he glances at Casey. 

Casey lifts their linked hands to his lips, kissing the back of his hand.  “It means that I thought you hated hallmark holidays, every time you’ve had a girlfriend for a holiday like Valentine’s Day, you’ve complained about how much more effort had to go into presents and dinner dates, and how you’re always at a loss on what to do –”

“That’s because usually I’d only been dating them for a few weeks, max,” Severide replies.  “Maybe a couple of months.”

“We’ve only been dating for a couple of months,” Casey retorts.  He pauses.  “Maybe more like a few?  Since Mid-November.”

“It was three months the other day,” Severide retorts, not that he’s counting, but he wanted to make sure that he doesn’t miss a milestone.  He doesn’t want to miss an opportunity to show his love to Casey and remembering those things were important in relationships (at least as far has he could tell from his many relationships with women).  “But that’s not the point, we may have only been dating since November, but I – I mean, living together, raising the boys, being best friends for our entire adult lives … I kinda feel like I’d know what you’d might like for a day of candy and hearts, so it wouldn’t really be difficult in the way that other Valentine’s Days have been.”

He can see Casey giving him a soft, pleased look out of the corner of his eye as he turns down their alley to get to their garage, but he waits until Severide’s parked, letting his hand go temporarily so he can do it before taking it back in hand. 

He turns in his seat to face him, giving him this look as if he’s just so damn in love with him, as he lifts his hand to his lips, but not kissing it just yet. 

“Sev, I thought I was trying to do what you might want, but I shouldn’t have without talking to you about it, so if you wanna take me out on a Valentine’s Day date, even belated, you’re more than welcome to do it,” he assures him, kissing his hand once again.

He’s surprised by how much he does want that.  Or at least just a date.  The two of them.

The only real date they’ve had has been their annual not-date (now date?) to the Blackhawks game just after Christmas and while it had been the best first date ever, he kinda feels bad that they haven’t had any other nights out.

“I do want that,” Severide admits.  “I just – I know we can’t come out at the firehouse, but I do wanna celebrate being with you.  I wanna be like every other couple, I can’t show you off, but I can still take you out.”

“Me too,” Casey assures him, leaning forward and giving him a kiss.  “I get it – this is different for both of us and new, and I want to do the same thing.  So, since we have watch on Saturday, why don’t I see if Christie will take the boys after school on Friday and you and I can have our first Valentine’s Day date together?”

Severide grins, stomach all a flutter.  “I like the sound of that.”

“Good, then, it’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Casey's still getting used to the change in their relationship, but there's nothing better than getting to enjoy sleeping together (in more than one way).

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***

Casey laughs and shakes his head as he enters their bedroom after checking that the boys are sound asleep to find Severide laying out on their bed all seductively in just his underwear. 

It’s not any different to any other night that they’ve shared the bed, and it’s not even their first night since they’ve kissed to share a bed – they literally shared a bed the next day after their first kiss.

Yet, somehow, weeks later with the prank over and not getting enough of Severide’s kisses and knowing that he’s already sharing his bed with his brand-new boyfriend, it feels a bit different.

“You know, this is still so different, and yet, not much has changed,” Casey teases as he climbs into his side of the bed.  “Still sharing a bed, still sleeping together, and yet, you’re lying on our bed still dressed the same way you’ve been for the last nearly three years and yet…”

Severide smiles and shifts up on one elbow, a hand wandering down his own chest to his dick.  “And yet, it’s different.”

Casey licks his lips and leans forward to kiss him.  “Because now, it’s not just sleeping.”

“It can be,” Severide offers, despite the way his eyes are roaming over Casey’s body and his arousal is already present in his eyes and hard dick.  “We don’t have to do anything.”

Casey hums.  He’s tempted to just tease Severide, but he also really, really loves getting his mouth on the man.

He wants to do more with him than just sleep. 

It’s like one kiss and all of his sexual desires that he’s had locked away and forgotten about since the boys became theirs has been unleashed and he can’t get enough of him.  Especially since he discovered the joys of sucking dick.  Fuck, he has no idea how he went so long without dick in his mouth until now.

“You know it felt like it took me forever to feel comfortable sharing a bed in just my underwear with you, but I always felt comfortable with you holding me, probably a sign or something,” he says, running a hand down his chest.  Pushing him slightly onto his back. 

Severide lets out an oomph as Casey straddles him, both hands roaming over his chest, enjoying the way Severide’s eyes track his movements, his breath quickening in anticipation. 

“I loved the way we never even tried to stay on separate sides of the bed, always knew we’d wake up cuddled together,” Casey offers, looking down at him, running his hands over Severide’s chest, fingering his scars and bruises.  “Always wanted to wake up cuddled together.”

Severide’s breath is quick as he watches his movements, hands behind his head, letting Casey take control.  He’s been so good about this.  He’s usually the one in control, teasing, tasting, Casey loves being teased with that oral fixation of his, but he also loves this, too.

Loves seeing the look in Severide’s eyes as he lets Casey indulge himself and take his time to admire Severide’s hard-worked-for body.  All that time with the weights and running makes him unbelievably hot and Casey loves to enjoy his body like this.

“That’s because we decided to share a bed because someone missed cuddling, and you just knew that I’d be the perfect cuddle bear.”

He’s teasing and smiling, enjoying Casey’s attention.

Casey hums and leans down to kiss one of his scars, then another, and another. 

He leans back and traces the scars with his fingertips.  “I should’ve realized, then.”

Severide hums, breathing a little heavy.  “Someday, you’re going to realize we probably had too much shit going on, then.”

Casey laughs as he leans down to kiss them, again.  This time with the goal of moving a little bit lower.  “We definitely had a lot of shit to deal with, but now, I keep seeing all these moments a bit… differently.  You in our bed, in your underwear.  Waking up wrapped up in your arms.  The warm weight of you against me.  Adjusting our lives for each other as well as the boys.”

He's still kissing the scars through every few words.  Inching further down Severide’s body. 

He can see Severide’s arousal in his eyes, feel it against him, even as he tries to focus on the conversation. 

“We always slept better together,” Severide offers, swallowing hard as he tries to be good and pay attention.  “Those nights without you – when we were on different shifts, I was surprised that I didn’t sleep nearly as well as I sleep with you.”

“Mmm, me too,” Casey admits.  Still kissing his scars, getting closer and closer to Severide’s hard dick pressing against his underwear. 

“Are you –” Severide starts but stops as Casey wraps his mouth around Severide’s dick through his underwear.  “Oh, fuck,” he gasps.

Casey gives him a devious look as he gets his dick wet through the surprisingly thin fabric. 

“Fuck, Case,” Severide groans, eyes locked on Casey’s as he continues to tease his dick but not quite giving him what he wants.  “What are you – just – just take it out,” he groans.

“Say please,” Casey teases, still teasing his dick through the fabric. 

“Please, asshole,” Severide retorts, a second later. 

Casey grins smugly at him as he pulls off his underwear, throwing them across the room not caring where they land.  Instead, he’s focused on his new favorite activity – sucking Severide’s dick. 

He licks the tip, getting the salty taste of pre-come on his tongue.  He licks his lips while eyes locked on Severide, who gulps.  “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Good,” Casey says, panting a little. 

He licks his dick from base to tip, swirling around the head, eliciting more pre-come.  Severide makes to grab his head as if to bury his hands in his hair, but Casey shakes his head. 

“Be good and keep your hands to yourself right now,” Casey orders, noting the way that Severide wiggles a little at the tone, swallows hard, and grabs the sheets instead. 

“Fuck, that’s – that’s hotter than it should be,” he groans, and he doesn’t mean the dick-sucking. 

Casey hums around his dick, causing him to whither and moan. 

“Faster, please.”

Happy to comply and enjoy that taste of Severide that he’s been chasing all this time, he begins to suck and lick in earnest.  Speeding up and fondling his balls, clearly wanting to bring him over the edge. 

Once he’s actually trying and not just teasing, it’s easy for Severide to fall over the edge with a moan of his name and a clench of the sheets. 

He’s breathing heavy as Casey swallows it all and kisses his way up his body.  Reveling in kissing his scars once again and grinning smugly at Severide as he catches his breath. 

“Fuck, Case, that was –”

“Your favorite blowjob ever?” Casey teases and Severide surprises him with a kiss.

“Absolutely brilliant,” Severide retorts, sincerely, as he breaks the kiss. 

“Good, bet you can’t beat it,” Casey dares, and Severide’s eyes brighten at the challenge. 

“Challenge accepted.”

***

In the morning, after a night of teasing each other over who gives the better blowjobs (they both argue that they won and concede that as long as they’re doing it together, they both win), Casey’s happy and smiling as he wakes with Severide’s arms around him, feeling loved, safe, and wanted.

He’s on his side, and Severide’s spooning him.  One arm slung around his waist, the other underneath his pillows.  He can feel Severide’s lips on the back for his neck and wiggles even closer to him. 

There’s nothing better than waking up after a good night’s sleep in best friend and boyfriend’s arms. 

And he can’t wait to do it every day for the rest of his life. 

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@lovemebingo2026

Casey enjoys discovering himself with Severide, especially since Severide makes him feel like a teenager again that can't get enough of his secret boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Casey has become captain and Severide has an idea for the ideal gift to celebrate, only problem is that Casey disagrees.

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***

There’s something nice about getting to drive his truck to work.  It’s not nearly as often as he’d like because they usually have to drop the boys off at school and Severide prefers his cool car over Casey’s truck which only has three seats. 

There’s the hum of the music from the radio, his hand is laced with Severide’s, but he’s looking out the window.  Every so often as they stop for lights or due to traffic, he squeezes their hands.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” Severide starts.

“Sounds dangerous,” he teases, giving him a slight glance as he drives.

“Oh, fuck off,” Severide retorts, rolling his eyes.

“I’d rather fuck you,” Casey jokes.

Severide laughs and gives him a grin.  “You already did it this morning, it’s why you’ve been smiling since we left the house.  Late.”

“And here I thought it was just because I get to drive my truck today,” he teases. 

“You’re an asshole.”

“And yet, you love me.” 

He sends him a grin that causes him to laugh.  They haven’t actually admitted it, but to be fair, neither of them really needed to.  Everything they’ve been through together, they know.

Severide lifts their joined hands and kisses the back of his hand.  “Can I say what I was thinking about now?”

“Go ahead.”

“You should get a new truck.”

“What?” Casey asks, as he pulls over in front of the firehouse.  “Why?”

“Because you’re captain now and your truck is a billion years old,” Severide offers as they let go and roll up the windows on the truck. 

“It runs just fine,” Casey retorts as they get out of the truck, no longer holding hands because no one knows that they’re together as they start the walk up to the firehouse with their bags over their shoulders.  “I’ve taken excellent care of my truck and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“There doesn’t have to be something wrong with it for you to get a new truck,” Severide retorts.

“Why waste the money on a new truck when mine runs just fine?”

“Because you deserve a reward, and we have enough for you to get a new one.”

He’s not necessarily wrong.  They’re in a good place even with Severide’s new car from last year, but it’s not really about the money either – not for Casey anyway.  He loves his truck, and he wants to keep it as long as possible.

“I think you’re confusing which one of us would consider getting a new car as a reward,” he deadpans. 

Severide rolls his eyes.  “Don’t you think after twenty years that you deserve a new truck?  Maybe something new and shiny and doesn’t require you to manually roll up the windows.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave buying new and shiny things to you since you did just get a new car less than a year ago.”

“That wasn’t my fault.  I wasn’t just going for new and shiny, I had to get a new car,” he retorts.  “It was beyond repair.”

Casey stops just inside the doors and gives him a look because they both know that it was at least partially his fault for getting as drunk as he did that night it was stolen and crashed beyond repair.

“Okay, fine, it wasn’t entirely my fault,” he concedes.  “I wasn’t randomly deciding that I needed a fancy new car.  I had to get one and I got a car that works better for our family than my mustang, even if it is still new and shiny.”

“Fair enough,” Casey says, walking down the hall towards his new quarters. 

Which is still a little weird, but it made Didrikson happy to have his own quarters again and Severide’s helped him see the usefulness of having quarters that are just his whenever they couldn’t control themselves (despite a talk about rules at the firehouse) and Severide follows him because he clearly wants to continue arguing his point.

“Anyway, I don’t need a new truck.”

“You don’t have need a new truck to get one.”

“I don’t want a new truck.”

Luckily, before the argument could continue the alarm blares, thankfully.

***

Later, when Casey’s sitting at the table behind the couch in the common room, his paperwork spread out over the table, and the chatter of the guys from Truck and Squad around him as they wait for dinner, he’s unsurprised when Cruz asks, “So, I heard that you’re thinking about getting a new truck.”

Casey looks from him to a smirking Severide.  “Gee, I wonder where you got that idea.”

“You misheard me, Cruz, I never said he was thinking about getting a new truck,” Severide offers, still grinning in his up to something way.  “I said that I wanted to convince him to get a new truck.”

“And either way – it’s not happening,” he retorts. 

“Why not?” Mouch questions.  “You have had that truck for years.”

“It’s the only truck or car he’s ever owned,” Severide adds.  “And he’s had it for nearly twenty years.”

“I like my truck and as long as it still runs, why change it?”

“I can think of a million reasons.”

“Name one that isn’t it’s a reward or new and shiny,” Casey asks, sarcastically.

Severide grins in a way that tells him that whatever he’s going to suggest as a reason is definitely something that neither of them should say out loud in front of the firehouse. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he deadpans.  Glaring at him into silence.

Cruz frowns.  “He didn’t say anything.”

“He didn’t have to.”

“Just ‘cause you can read his mind doesn’t mean that the rest of us can, and we’re curious,” Otis says. 

“Yeah, what were you thinking, Severide?” Tony asks. 

He gives him a look that says don’t you dare, before he gathers his things and heads his office. 

“Nah, I think I’m going to keep this between us.”

“You two are so weird.”

***

He’s not surprised when Severide enters his office a few minutes later, and says, “Come on, how much fun would it be to break in your new truck together,” as soon as he closes the door.

“We haven’t even broken in this truck,” Casey teases, as Severide moves to toss himself on Casey’s bed, but not before pulling off his shirt because he knows how distracting he is without a shirt.  All the hours he puts into his body has suddenly become one of Casey’s biggest distractions.  “Our date nights always end up being at home where we don’t even get more than ten minutes into the movie.”

Severide props himself up on his elbows, his chest tightening at the shift.  It’s deeply unfair that he’s trying to distract him like this with that stupid knowing grin that Casey finds stupidly attractive.  How had he not noticed this before, he’ll never understand.

“Because even if we did have a date where we fucked in your truck, I wouldn’t be the first one to do that with you there and don’t even think about lying, I remember you telling me and Andy about your first time with Hallie in that truck.”

“Is that why you want to me to get a new truck?” Casey asks as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.  One hand roaming over his well-toned chest, a warmth in his stomach that makes him want to make use of the private quarters, but with his luck, someone would catch them.  “Because you want to christen it like teenagers?”

Severide shifts to sit up and kisses him, soft and sweet, and makes him want more.  He follows after him when he pulls away, falling back to the bed, turning the kiss into more as he shifts to straddle him, lips sliding together seamlessly.

He nearly loses himself in the taste of Severide – like the cherry Gatorade he’d been drinking – as he lets his hands wander down his chest to his belt, feeling Severide’s hands wandering down his back to his ass, but before he could consider breaking his rule, someone knocks.

“Hey, dinner’s ready!” Gallo yells through the door.

He breaks the kiss and trying not to sound like he’s breathing a little heavy, he says, “Great, thanks, be there in a minute.”

“Good.”

He can hear Gallo’s footsteps walking away as he shares a playfully annoyed look with Severide. 

“I’m tempted to skip dinner, you?” he teases, eyes bright and twinkling.

Casey swallows, hard, as he takes in Severide grinning and hard, and shifts slightly which brings Severide’s eyes down to Casey’s own hardness on display.  He’s sorely tempted, but ultimately, he gets off of him, turns away and grabs Severide’s shirt to give back to him.  “They might come looking, again.”

“We could make it quick –”

“And that would be obvious,” he says, standing and offering Severide a hand to help him up. 

“And this isn’t,” Severide asks, gesturing at the strain in their pants. 

“We just need a moment or two to calm down, not ten minutes to get off with each other,” he counters.  “Too much of a delay, and it’ll be obvious.  And we agreed that we wanted to keep this to ourselves for a while.”

Severide hums, as he pulls on his shirt and lets Casey pull him to his feet.  “Can you just consider it?”

“Having sex in this office, trust me, I am deeply considering it right now,” Casey retorts and even to him he can hear the strangle in his voice.

He rolls his eyes.  “No, the thing about the truck.”

Casey sighs.  “Fine.  I’ll consider it.”

“Good.”

***

By the time they got back in the truck and home, Casey had been so horny that he’s amazed that he made it home rather than choosing some back alley to have fun with him.  They barely make it inside (grateful that the boys are already at school) before he pushes Severide up against the entryway wall and door to the basement and kisses him passionately. 

Severide laughs when he moves from his lips to his jaw, feeling the stubble that filled in over the last day. 

“Damn, Case,” he groans, as he pushes him back, slightly.  “We should at least get our coats off before you have your way with me.”

Casey leans back and grins, panting a little bit.  “You’re right.  You’re much better without clothes.”

He drops his bag and jerks his coat off, throwing it in the way of the couch, but not caring if it lands, instead, watching as Severide follows suit with a laugh on his lips and delighted eyes.  The second his coat is off, Casey pulls on the hem of Severide’s shirt, who lets him pull it off.  Then, he returns his kisses to his jaw and his neck.  His hands wandering down his well-toned chest.

He feels Severide chuckling against his lips, his hands wandering over Casey’s shoulders and in his hair, letting him do what he so desperately wants.  His hands play with Severide’s belt as he kisses his way down his chest, falling to his knees as he does.   

With the belt undone, he pulls Severide’s pants down and laughs when he realizes that he’s not wearing underwear. 

He sits back on his heels, hard-on straining against his jeans but laughing as he looks up at Severide, eyebrows raised.  “Seriously?  How old are you?”

Severide’s laughing.  “The guy who can’t control himself and was half-hard the entire drive home is teasing me about not wearing underwear?”

He’s running his hands through Casey’s hair chuckling and smiling down at him, amusement clear on his face. 

Casey runs his hands over Severide’s thighs, still chuckling.  “At least I’m wearing underwear.”

Severide pulls him to his feet and pushes him against the front door.  “Not for long.”

He kisses him as he fumbles with Casey’s belt, and Casey finds he doesn’t mind the way that Severide’s taken control.  His pants fall to the ground, and his underwear is jerked down and off, too.  He lifts his right leg around his waist to pull them flush against each other.  

Severide finds a little bottle of lube that he uses on their dicks, and he vaguely wonders where it came from, but he quickly gets lost in Severide’s efforts to get him off.

Severide’s kissing his neck as they rub their dicks together.  The friction is nice as he lets his head fall back and enjoys the sensations of Severide’s attention that causes him to groan and moan. 

It’s ridiculous that he’s already close, especially since Severide had managed to convince him to have fun late last night (or early this morning) at the firehouse.  “Close.”

“Good,” Severide pants, and doesn’t stop.  It’s clear he wants to make him come just like this, too hot and bothered to make it passed the doorway like a couple of teenagers and he knows that he absolutely can since it’s not even the first time.

It’s as Severide bites his neck that he comes with a moan. 

“Fuck, Sev,” he pants. 

Severide chuckles, as he licks his neck, coming himself.  “I left a mark.”

Casey laughs.  “Like a fucking teenager.”

“Says the guy that barely let us get through the door,” Severide says, with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.  “Now, come on, let’s go shower and take a nap.”

“Gladly.”

***

“You know, you should really start wearing a shirt at home more often,” Casey says, as he pants beside him.  After their shower and nap, he had tried to get some work done, but then Severide had come in from his run without a shirt and he’d instantly gotten distracted.  “Otherwise, I might never get any work done.”

Severide laughs, breathing a bit heavy as he pulls Casey into his arms.  “If I was wearing my shirt, then you wouldn’t have gotten distracted from your paperwork, and we wouldn’t have had sex in the middle of the afternoon.”

He rolls his eyes as he uses Severide’s chest as a pillow.  He still can’t believe that he went from perfectly fine not getting any to every time Severide’s without his shirt, he can’t control himself. 

“It’s deeply unfair that for years you were always going around without a shirt and I never felt anything, then you kissed me and now, I can barely control myself.”

“I think we’re just making up for lost time,” Severide teases, kissing the top of his head, and rubbing circles on his back.

Casey laughs and draws shapes on Severide’s stomach.  “Can you imagine what it would’ve been like all this time if we’d been together?  I think we would’ve driven each other crazy.”

“Or – or we would’ve resolved our fights with sex in the turnout room and the entire firehouse would’ve gotten endless shows,” Severide teases. 

The idea did have some merit, but he’s sure that would’ve quickly led one of them to be sent away to another house.  Probably him.

Casey shakes his head.  “Pretty sure that the guys would’ve complained about that.  As it is, we’re lucky that no one’s seen my inability to control myself lately.”

“I think they’d be happy for us.”

“Maybe – maybe not.”

It’s the one thing that has made this a little bit harder for them.  They’ve been teased for three years about this, but it’s different to tease than it is for it to be real.  Especially with Casey as captain.  After the whole Dawson thing, he’s not sure it’ll go over well – him being in charge of another one of his partners.

Severide seems to sense where his thoughts had gone as he rubs his back and kisses the top of his head.  “Hey, we’ve been doing good at work since that first fight.”

That first fight had been a doozy. 

Casey’s intended promotion had been in play before they got together.  He’d applied and took the test before the prank (when Boden had met with the Lieutenants of 51, stating that the CFD wanted to have at least one Captain at each firehouse and therefore, each Chief was to talk to their lieutenants about the promotion).  The meeting with all of the lieutenants had left Casey as the only one interested, and Didrikson’s concerns about their friendship as a problem had led them to talk that out.

They believed that it would be perfectly fine, especially when the other lieutenants seemed to agree that it wouldn’t be an issue, but when the prank happened and changed things, Casey had worried that it would create a slight issue with chain of command when dating someone technically under him had gone so terribly the first time. 

Severide had maintained that he wasn’t anything like Dawson and had been pretty pissed off that he’d suggested it as a problem.  As if he couldn’t handle his boyfriend as his captain in the way that Dawson couldn’t handle it. 

His point was not helped by their first fight on a call where they disagreed and fought about it all day until Casey thought he would actually leave him stranded at the firehouse because he was pissed at him, and he realized that avoiding him and giving him the cold shoulder was exactly the kind of thing that Dawson would do.

Which led to using Casey’s new private office in a way that broke all of the rules they set up for working together and maintaining a secret relationship at the firehouse.

“The first fight that got resolved with blow jobs in my office before we talked it out?”

“Is that really any different to cigar chats?” Severide asks to which Casey laughs.  “Blowing each other didn’t change our minds, it just helped us calm down enough to actually talk it out.”

Casey hums.  “Yeah, but that shouldn’t be necessary –”

“Come on, Case, we’ve always been weird and if we weren’t together – we would’ve had a cigar and talked it out before our fighting touched the boys like we have in the last couple of years.  This is just a more fun way.”

He huffs.  “I guess.”

“And as long as you’re not resolving fights with any other lieutenants this way, I’m good.”

Casey bursts out laughing.  

He hasn’t found any interest in any other men (or women) since he let himself look (in attempt to see what he actually is – Severide had played a game with Kendra and her gay friend, Brian, where they asked what about them toward random people they found attractive to help him determine that he’s bi – and Severide suggested he do the same).  They had played the game between themselves with celebrities and random people they didn’t know and just like with his still non-interest in porn, there wasn’t a single person he’d been attracted to. 

And that definitely included the lieutenants at 51.  Except, of course, Severide.

“Yeah, ‘cause I am totally into any of the other lieutenants.”

“I don’t know, Case, you did seem into Donaldson that first summer,” he teases.

“Just because you were jealous, doesn’t mean that I was into him,” Casey offers, smiling.  “And he’s married, I do not go after married men.”

“I was not jealous.”

“You absolutely were.  And it’s a whole lot funnier if I think of that as proof of your early confused feelings.”

Severide huffs, and says, “Says the guy that suggested we share a bed long before I kissed him.”

“You know I don’t even think that’s true.”

“Of course it’s true, I definitely remember you wanting cuddling,” Severide retorts. 

“And I said that after you suggested the alternative to adult bunk beds was sharing a bed.”

Severide hums.  “Fair point.  I’m still blaming you though because you wanted to cuddle.”

“Please, you also were desperate for cuddling.”

Severide huffs but doesn’t deny it. 

“Anyway.”  Casey kisses his cheek.  “I still can’t say what I think I am, but I can tell you that I am not interested in any other men at the firehouse.”

“Good.”

Before any more can be said, Casey’s alarm to remind them that they have to leave in fifteen minutes to go pick up the boys.  He turns it off. 

“Join me in the shower?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

***

If there’s one thing that Severide’s enjoyed since their little prank on the house that led him to kissing Casey and confessing that it wasn’t just part of the prank, it’s that even though their physical relationship is a secret, when they’re alone, they can’t seem to resist each other. 

For a man who still admits being confused if he’s gay or bi or Severide-sexual (Severide likes the last one best), even a few months into the change in their dynamic, Casey, in particular, seems to relish touching and kissing him.  He’s honestly kind of surprised that they’ve managed to keep it a secret with the way that they’ve barely managed to maintain their platonic-seeming affection at the firehouse. 

Especially since the second that they leave the Firehouse; they link hands in the car without even thinking about it. 

It certainly makes him give a little smile as he stares at the smiling Casey. 

“You’re staring,” Casey teases as he pulls the truck away from the Firehouse.

“I like seeing you so happy,” Severide admits.  “I also like that you don’t even think about it before you grab my hand.”

Casey flushes, eyes dancing in delight when he looks at him.  “I am happy.  I get to spend two days with you and our boys, and when the boys are at school, I get to have so much fun with you.”

“For a guy that was celibate for the last few years, you’re hornier than I am,” he teases. 

He loves that Casey’s really taken a proactive approach to exploring the change in their relationship.  For a guy that wanted to go slow, he definitely hasn’t gone slow, and Severide definitely isn’t complaining.

“I could probably argue that being celibate is probably the reason,” Casey laughs.  “But honestly, I think it’s just that you make me feel like a fucking teenager again, Sev.  Really, like I completely lose track of what I’m saying or I’m doing – yesterday when you took your shirt off to work out on app floor, I barely managed to keep myself from dragging you into the turnout room.”

“I wouldn’t have objected…”

He stops for a light and gives him an exasperated look.  “You really want to come out in a way that says I’m a horny teenager that can’t control himself?”

“Not when you put it like that.”

“And how would you put it?”

“Uhhh,” Severide blinks.  “I got nothing.”

“The last time you had sex in that turnout room, you nearly lost your job.”

“Only because she turned around and accused me of something that I would never do,” he insists.  He doesn’t like thinking about that brief time period when he’d been a major idiot.  “And you would never do that.”

Casey brings their joined hands to his lips.  “Definitely not.  If anything, you’d probably be the one –”

“Not a chance,” he retorts.  “I would love it if you cornered me in the turnout room on shift and had your way with me.”

They both laugh and Casey rolls his eyes.  “I’d consider it if I didn’t think I’d got in major trouble for it when we’d inevitably get caught.  I’m your Captain after all.”

“You know, we have managed to have fun at the Firehouse with no one the wiser,” he says, winking at him.

“We’ve gotten lucky.”

“Yeah, we have,” he says, with a very suggestive tone.

Casey gives him a playfully annoyed look.  “Not the kind of lucky I meant, and you know it.”

“I know, but point taken,” Severide says with a laugh as Casey pulls over in front of the house.  “And I’ll have you know that I like that I make you feel like a teenager.”  He gives him a kiss.  “You make me feel like one, too.”

Before any more can be said, the front door opens, and the boys run out excitedly.  “Dads!”

“Guess they’re ready for the zoo.”

“Definitely.”

***

Severide grins as he sees Casey at the foot of the stairs from his spot on the couch.

“Why are you grinning like an idiot?” Casey questions as he comes back downstairs after checking to make sure the boys are asleep, ready and prepared for school tomorrow.

“You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

“I’m always wearing your sweatshirt these days – almost as often as you not wearing a shirt,” Casey says, as he joins him on the couch, eyeing his shirtlessness. 

Severide throws an arm around his shoulders and kisses his cheek.  “And you’re complaining?”

“Not at all,” Casey retorts.  “It just means we’re not going to end up watching the movie.”

Severide laughs as Casey shifts into his lap, facing him, and running his hands down his chest.  “We were never going to watch the movie, Case.”

Casey leans forward and kisses him, sweetly, which quickly turns dirty and passionate as he slips his tongue into Severide’s mouth wanting more.  Casey tastes a little like the beer he’d been drinking before he’d gone upstairs, his lips surprisingly soft.  Not that Severide cares what he tastes like, he just wants more of anything Casey’s willing to give him.  He’s running his hands up and down Severide’s bare chest and Severide squeezes his ass and pulls him closer.

He can feel how hard they both are, and he knows this is definitely going somewhere fun, as always.

They should probably move to their bedroom…

As if on the same wavelength, Casey leans back, breathing heavy, eyes dark with arousal, and says, “If we’re not going to pretend to watch the movie, we should … just go to bed.”

He laughs.  “Definitely.”

***

“Hey, dad, can I ask you something?” Griffin asks from his spot leaning against the counter next to wall, watching Casey cook.  Severide’s sitting at the floating counter in the middle of kitchen working with Ben on his homework, even though it’s math and he hates math.  But it’s Casey’s turn to cook and its simple math. 

“Of course you can, kiddo.  You can always ask us anything,” Casey offers.

“I’m not really sure how to ask it.”

Severide looks up from where he sits to see Griffin shifting side to side, uncertainly.  He looks like he’s trying not to wring his hands like he does to Hot Stuff’s ears when he’s nervous.  He’s way too young to have got a girl pregnant, but what else would he be this nervous to talk to them about?

“Uh, okay,” Casey offers, a side glance at Severide, who shrugs and turns back to Ben’s homework, trying not to seem too worried about whatever it is.  “Is it about school?”

“No.”

“Is it about a girl?”

“Ew, no,” he says, nose scrunching a bit.

Severide tries not to laugh at that, although he appreciates that at least he was right about him being too young for all that.  They definitely don’t want to be grandparents anytime soon.

“Is it about your mom?” Casey asks, a bit more slowly.  He knows that they’ve got a visit to the jail coming up, but Griffin’s refused to go to the last two, and it’s made it uncomfortable for Casey, who has to explain.  Even though Heather knows that that was the deal – the boys get to decide if they want to see her.

“No.”

“Is it about your dad number one?”

Severide’s stomach drops at the thought.  They don’t talk about Andy much, even though his presence haunts them as the boys grow older and look more and more like him.  They’ve put him behind them (or at least how they lost him), but it’s still tough to talk about him sometimes.  Just like talking about Shay.  

“No, it’s about you and dad.”

“Us?” Severide questions, looking away from Ben’s math homework to look at Griffin.  “What about us?”

“Things have been different, lately,” Griffin states, plainly, bracing himself on the counter.

He shares a look with Casey.  They never actually talked to the boys about the change in their relationship, largely because Severide didn’t think it really changed anything with their family.  Not when they already shared a room, and the only real change was sex, which the boys were definitely too young to know about.

But there’s no way they haven’t noticed with how all over each other they’ve been (even if they keep it PG in front of the boys).

“Different?” Casey questions, trying and failing to look nonchalant.  He knows exactly what Griffin’s noticed and slight flush on his face suggests that he hopes that Griffin’s not about to question them too deeply on all of that.

“Yeah, like you’re always holding hands and kissing and stuff.  You didn’t do that before.”

Casey nods, a slight smile on his face as he stirs the stew.  “Oh, yes, yeah, things have changed.  We’ve been more affectionate, lately.”

“Why?”

“Uh,” Casey says, uncertainly.  “Because your dad and I are dating now.  And people tend to be more affectionate when they’re dating, and we like those changes.”

There’s a beat where Casey looks nervous about Griffin’s response, but then, Ben asks, “I thought you were married?”

They all look at Ben, who looks thoroughly confused, his head tilted, and his eyebrows scrunched as he looks between him and Casey as if trying to figure out a puzzle.

“Married?” Severide questions with a laugh.  “Why did you think we were married?”

“Mom and dad were married,” Ben says, almost innocently.  “All of my friends’ parents are married.  You’re our dads, so you have to be married.”

“That’s not that works, dumbass,” Griffin scoffs.

“Hey, don’t call your brother a dumbass.”

“You call dad a dumbass all the time,” Griffin counters.

Severide huffs, and Casey laughs and gives him a look that reads I told you to be more careful with what you say.  “See what I mean.”

“This is one of those do as I say, not as I do things,” Severide offers to an eyeroll from Griffin.  “I can call your dad a dumbass because he knows I’m not being serious; I’m just messing with him.  You were literally calling Ben dumb because of he said.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Griffin huffs with an eyeroll, not a teenager, yet, and already starting to act like one.  “But you have to admit that what he said was dumb.  Just because you’re our dads doesn’t mean you’re married.”

“To be fair to Ben, usually if there’s two parents raising kids together, they’re married,” Casey offers, still stirring dinner.  “Sometimes, they’re dating, but your average set of parents aren’t best friends co-parenting.”

“And I’m pretty sure we ruined that statistic by getting together,” Severide adds.

Casey laughs.  “Not sure anyone really believes that we were just co-parenting anyway.”

While it’s true, there’s a reason that they haven’t confirmed it for anyone and hide their affections at work, but he’s not going to get into that in front of the boys.  Instead, offering, “Benny did.”

“Benny believes what he wants to believe,” Casey counters. 

Then, gives him a look that reminds him that Benny’s acceptance strongly comes from the desperate attempt to cling to his son not being into men and particularly not Casey.  If he ever comes around again, he’s going to be sorely disappointed. 

Severide looks forward to that day.

“Fair.”

Griffin frowns.  “I just – I don’t get it, why the change?”

“Are you worried that this change will lead to a disruption in what we have here?” Casey asks, a slight strain of worry in his voice.  They’ve worked hard to ally Griffin’s fear of their lives being disrupted, again.  “Because it’s not going to – we’re in a much better place than we were when this started, and the only thing that has changed has only made us happier.”

“I’m not worried that you’ll break up; if you didn’t break up when you were fighting all the time at first, and Dad wasn’t always coming home, I doubt you’ll do it now, I just don’t get it –”

“You don’t get why we’d want to date or the timing?” Severide questions, not wanting to think about the time when they first started this thing, and he was contemplating whether or not he was dad material.  His own insecurities driving him to do stupid things.  “Because when we first agreed to co-parent, things were different and difficult, neither of us were in a place to date and be happy together.  We needed to fix a few things in our friendship, first.”

It was complicated, those first few months together, but despite sharing a bed (and the teasing they’d done about enjoying cuddling) neither of them could’ve broached that wall and it wouldn’t have gone well if they had.

Griffin shakes his head. 

“Max’s brother said that you only hold hands and kiss and stuff if you want to have kids like their parents…”

The unspoken question hangs in the air.

Severide looks at Casey, who’s struggling not to laugh and has to clear his throat before he speaks.

“Uh, kiddo, your dad and I … even if we wanted to, which we don’t because we’re more than happy with just you two, couldn’t have another kid together.”

Griffin blinks, “But Max’s brother said that his parents claimed that if he did stuff like that, they’d be grandparents.”

Casey loses his battle with trying not to laugh, and while he’s choking on his laugh, he gives Severide a look that says help me.

“Okay, buddy,” Severide says, looking at Griffin and trying not to laugh, himself.  Griffin’s looking between them very confused.  “What you have to understand is that for some people, they can end up having kids when they kiss and stuff, but your dad and I would not be those people.”

“Why not?” Ben pipes up, curiosity in his voice.  “Can you not have kids?”

“We can just not with each other,” he offers.

“It’s because we’re two dads and not a mom and dad or someone with eggs and someone with sperm,” Casey explains.  “You’ll learn about reproduction in biology someday.”

“So, then, why do it?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Sev!”

He gives Casey an annoyed look because really there was no other explanation.  “Well, it is, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t knock you up, so it’s only for fun.”

“Wow, Sev,” Casey says, flushing, and giving him a look like maybe he shouldn’t be sharing that with the boys. 

He shrugs at him; it’s not like they’re not going to learn that someday.

Both boys are giving them confused looks and Casey shakes his head, focusing on dinner, he says, “Okay, here’s the deal.  Some people only do things like kiss and whatnot for the purpose of making a baby, but the majority of people do it to have fun.  So, that’s why we do it.”

Griffin’s still frowning, confused, as Casey gets out the bowls for dinner and begins to dish it out.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” Casey asks after a minute.

“If it’s so fun, why weren’t you doing it before?”

Casey hands him his bowl and the bowl with the bread to take to the table and says, “Well, as your dad said, we weren’t in a good place to start a relationship, we had to fix a few things.”

“Yeah, but didn’t you fix those things by the end of that summer?” Griffin asks.  “By the time you went back to the same watch, you were much happier together.  Like you wanted you wanted to spend all your time together even though Aunt Christie teased you about it.”

“Yes, we did,” Severide states.  That summer had been quite healing for both of them as friends and co-parents, but also for all of them as a family.  “And we were happy as friends and now, we’re happy as more than friends.”

“So, why not then?  Why now?  What changed?”

Casey hums.  “Well, your dad and I thought we were only interested in each other as best friends and best friends don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Why not … what?” Casey asks as he hands a bowl to Ben and Severide, who grab the drinks as well, and they all move to the dining room to eat dinner. 

“Why don’t best friends do that?” Griffin asks as he sits in his spot across from Ben, setting the bread in the middle for everyone.  “Why don’t they kiss and stuff if it’s just for fun?”

“Well, in our case, it’s because we thought we were straight,” Severide offers as he hands out the drinks and they begin eating.  “So, we didn’t think we wanted to kiss each other.”

“Not crooked?” Ben questions, looking confused.

“No, as opposed to another sexuality,” he offers.  He shares a look with Casey, who isn’t quite sure what he identifies as – though, Severide still like to tease… Severide-sexual.

“Sexuality?” Ben questions, eyebrows crinkling. 

Casey runs a hand over his eyes, clearly, not wanting to have this conversation, but both boys are looking at them for an answer.

“Alright,” Casey says, taking a deep breath.  “So, growing up, there was always this idea that the normal family is a mom, dad, and kids, and that’s partially because of reproduction and how it all works.  Which again you can learn about in biology.”

“Okay…”

“So, your dad and I both kinda thought that we had to be interested in women.”

“And to be fair, we were interested in women,” Severide adds.  “Your dad and I were both once engaged to different women, and there would’ve been nothing wrong with marrying them had it worked out or being with them and just being best friends.”

“And part of the reason that we wanted that, at least for me, was to have a family,” Casey offers.  “I thought the only way to get married and have a partner and kids was if I was with a woman.  And I loved her, so it’s not like I just – but that’s just the point.  I wanted a family; I wanted to marry her so I could, and it wasn’t until later on when I got to have you two without marrying a woman that I could… explore other options.”

Severide knows how badly he wanted a family, and he wonders if that was why he jumped to Dawson so fast after losing Hallie, but he can see that his sort-of explanation is still confusing to the boys.

“Like with Gabby?”

Sometimes Severide forgets that the boys experienced a little bit of Casey’s relationship with Dawson, and there’s a clench in his stomach at the reminder.  Casey could have ended up with Dawson if things had been just a little bit different.  If she’d never tried to be a firefighter, if they didn’t have the boys when the bombing happened at the hospital, and he had to get home to them.  He could’ve been the father of her son, and then, Severide would be on the outside…

“Yes, but I was thinking about Hallie.  You met her, too, but she passed away about nine months after your dad number one did,” Casey explains, a slight look of heartache in his eyes. 

Whether it’s for Hallie or Andy or both, Severide doesn’t know, but it hurts to see.  He reaches across the table and squeezes his hand. 

Casey sends him a smile.  “I loved her, and I wanted to be with her, but part of the reason for that was because I wanted a family.”

Both boys still look confused, so Casey continues.

“But either way, when your dad and I started making this work as a team, I realized that I didn’t need anyone else in my life.  I’m happy with you boys and your dad.  We’re a family and I don’t need a woman in my life to have that, and then, I started having those feelings I had for Hallie with your dad, partially because I could let myself – I have the family I wanted, and I didn’t need woman in my life to have it and… so I could have feelings for your dad and still have everything I ever wanted…”

“And then, you decided to kiss dad?” Ben questions, eyes wide.  “Like for fun?   Out of nowhere?”

Casey laughs.  “Actually, your dad kissed me.”

“We kissed each other,” Severide corrects, giving him a look.

“But why?” Griffin questions and it occurs to him that Griffin might have a crush, and his questions come from another place of curiosity.  “How’d you know you wanted to kiss?  How’d you know you liked dad that way?  The boys at school only ever talk about girls and crushes and it doesn’t make any sense.”

Somehow, he never really thought he’d have to explain. 

“Well, crushes come from a place like noticing if someone is cute or not,” Casey tries.  “You just get a feeling that’s just different to the way you feel towards your brother or your friends or your dads.  Like maybe you like spending time with them and you want to get to know them and you feel something in like your belly when you look at them.”

Griffin’s frowning.  “But how did you know that you liked dad instead of someone else?  How do you know the feeling is different to friends if you and dad were friends first?”

Casey looks to be at a loss.  How do you explain a crush when it comes years after you’ve been best friends with someone?

“Well, I always kinda noticed the attractiveness of men as well as women, but I always thought that was normal – thinking a guy was as cute as a girl was, thought it was related to wanting to be as attractive as they were,” Severide offers. 

Casey raises his eyebrows at him, obviously not realizing that he was bisexual before and just didn’t know it.  There were signs, he just missed them because, like Casey, he never had any reason to dive deeper into those feelings and cause potential chaos in his life for some random fling… Casey, though, was special.

“Then, I started to notice your dad – I always knew he was attractive – I just never let myself consider it for various reasons and it’s … complicated… to explain how…” he can’t really go into sex dreams and hard-ons with pre-teen boys.  “… but I realized that I never let myself think of something more with him or any other guy for that matter because I liked women and I didn’t want to throw my world into chaos (which questioning myself did) until your dad and then, I decided to see if he would be accepting of it.”

“How’d you know he was?”

“There were signs…”

He gives a grin to Casey, who rolls his eyes and laughs. 

“Listening to the internet doesn’t count as signs.”

“I disagree, strangers on the internet were clear about the obvious signs.”

“What kind of signs?” Ben questions, looking between them so innocently. 

They share a look and Casey blushes.  “Uh, normal best friends wouldn’t share a bed as adults for a long time – a night or two maybe, but usually you only share if you’re dating or married.”

Griffin hums and tilts his head.  “But you only shared because you gave me dad’s room.”

Severide hums.  “Yes, and we could have found other ways, but we … didn’t.”

“And there was also the fact that your dad pined for me,” Casey teases.

“I did not and do not pine,” Severide counters, but he sees that gleeful look in Casey’s eyes and huffs.  “Fine, but I wasn’t the only one to pine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Casey offers with a handwave.  “Anyway… it’s complicated, but your dad and I were getting closer and more affectionate, and we both liked that, and then, we had a moment and … that was it.”

Griffin’s still looking confused even as he eats.  “Does that mean you’re not into girls anymore?”

Severide’s curious about this and looks up at him, eagerly. 

Casey flushing.  “Well, like your dad discovered he’s bi –”

“What’s bi?” Ben questions.

“It means he likes men and women.”

“That’s okay?”

“Yes, buddy,” Severide assures him.  “We’d be happy for you to be happy with whoever makes you happy.”

“That’s a lot of happy,” Ben says, face crinkling a bit.

Casey laughs.  “Anyway, apparently, there’s another sexuality out there that works a little better for me than straight, gay, or bi –”

“What’s gay?” Ben asks. 

Severide shakes his head.  “Let’s back up for a second.  People call themselves straight if they are men into women, and women into men.”

“Right, and if you’re a man into a man or a woman into a woman, then you’re gay or a lesbian.”

“Like Shay?  Or Miss Kendra?” Griffin asks. 

“Exactly,” Severide offers with a smile.  “They are or were women into women, so we could use gay or lesbian, but for men into men, we use gay.”

“Are you gay, then, dad?” Ben asks, looking back at Casey.

He shakes his head.  “Not exactly.”

Severide tilts his head, a bit confused.  “So, you’re bi, then?”

“Kinda?”

“What do you mean, kinda?”

He can’t be straight.  He likes Severide’s dick way too much for that, and yet, there’s a clench in his stomach that makes him worry that despite Casey being all over him, he’s going to claim that he’s straight.  He doesn’t know how they’d survive that argument.

Casey flushes, and asks, “You know that book that Kendra gave me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, apparently, there’s more than three sexualities,” Casey offers, not looking at the boys. 

He’s focusing entirely on Severide.  Blue eyes locked and for the first time he realizes that Casey might’ve found a sexuality he feels comfortable admitting out loud for the first time. 

“And while I’m still sorting things out, there’s a sexuality that it’s like a branch of asexuality – which is why you don’t feel any sort of desire for romance and all that –, where … the attraction kind of builds based on closeness with friendship.  Like, the attraction only comes after there’s a close bond of friendship.  It’s not based on first looks, I guess?  It’s called demi-sexuality.”

Severide hums as he thinks about how he’d teased Casey for not going for it with Hallie for so long, and then, of course, Dawson’s trying to worm her way into his life the way she did.  Both had practically been his best friends before it had gone further than that.

And so was he.  Best friends, sharing a bed and a life… the fact that they’ve been sharing a bed for nearly three years before they kissed, that they’ve been best friends since they were eighteen, and that Casey appeared to have never even considered it until their prank and Severide putting the moves on him.  And now, can’t keep his hands to himself. 

There was an anomaly in Pridgen’s ex-wife, but Severide could probably blame that on Casey’s desperation to just do something for himself and get over Dawson.  Maybe it just mainly works … considering he’s never done one-night-stands and what-not.  But anomaly or not, it clearly feels right to Casey.

“That makes a lot of sense for you.”

He also realizes that in a way that means Casey is Severide-sexual, and he just loves that. 

“Stop smirking,” Casey states, giving him a look.  Clearly, he gets exactly where his mind went.

The boys keep eating, but both give them a curious look. 

After a minute or two, Casey clears his throat and looks away.  He offers, “Any more questions?”

They look uncertain but shake their heads as they finish eating and take their bowls to the sink. 

“Can we play video games?”

“As soon as you finish your homework.”

They both huff but concede.  “Fine.”

Severide follows Casey into the kitchen with the dirty dishes and once the boys move back to the dining room to do their homework, he smiles at him. 

“So, you are Severide-sexual, huh?” he asks, deeply pleased at the prospect.

Casey flushes.  “It would seem so.”  He kisses his cheek.  “What do you think?”

He knows he’s not talking about the overall conversation, but his revelation.  His sexuality.  It clearly means something to Casey, what Severide thinks.

He smiles.  “Like I said, I think it makes sense.  You were best friends with Hallie for more than a year before you asked her out and Dawson was flirting with you for years (despite you being with Hallie) before you gave in there.”

Pridgen’s ex-wife was an outlier, but that mess had been clearly out of the norm for Casey.

“And then, there’s you,” Casey teases, laughing slightly.  “You’ve definitely taken the longest.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Severide says, playfully.  “You know that it’s … obviously because I couldn’t let myself consider you.”

Casey leans over and kisses him.  “Luckily, Andy seemed to be secretly setting us up.”

Severide laughs.  “Yeah, he’s definitely been laughing at us from beyond the grave for taking so long of sharing a bed to realize that we wanted to share it in other ways.”

He kinda likes the thought of that.  Andy would definitely be a lot happier now than he would’ve been when they were fighting at first. 

He’d probably be happy that they’d fallen in love after all this time and largely because of him. 

He gives him another kiss, one that lingers just a bit.  If it weren’t for the boys awake in the next room, he’d be sorely tempted to take Casey right here, right now.  Casey seems to be on the same page as he lightly pushes back against his shoulders to break the kiss.

Casey coughs, blushing slightly because they both know how turned on that they are right now.  “Anyway, that wasn’t too bad, was it?  Like we explained it well enough without getting too detailed and going above their age level.”

“It was certainly interesting.  We might have to talk to Griffin sooner rather than later about crushes and feelings he might be having,” Severide states.  “He might be confused about expecting a crush that he’s either not feeling or he may have a crush and just doesn’t understand.”

“I was thinking that he may have a crush on friend that’s not a girl,” Casey offers. 

“Really?”

Casey shrugs.  “The way he talked about the boys at school only talking about girls and it not making any sense…”

“Huh,” Severide hums.  It makes some sense.  “It would explain some of his questions for sure.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Casey says.  “But I could be wrong.”

“Even if that’s not the case, it seems like he might be ready for us to talk us through some of that stuff.  Even if he’s bit young.”

“Yeah, especially because it’s clear that Herrmann’s older boys might be sharing certain things.”

“Definitely,” Severide says, with a laugh.  “And especially if Herrmann’s idea of the talk is holding hands leads to babies.”

“In his defense, all he had to do was sneeze in her direction to get her pregnant.”

They both laugh and shakes their heads as Severide moves to wash the dishes and Casey leans against the counter watching him and teasing about Herrmann’s fun parenting choices. 

***

“Bye, dads!” the boys yell as they rush out of the car towards their school.  “See you tomorrow!”

“Bye,” Casey yells with a wave. 

Severide’s just smiling from behind the wheel as he pulls away from the curb and then, lets Casey lace his hand with Severide’s hand. 

“So, I was thinking…”

“You’re going to bring up the truck, again,” Casey states, starting to pull his hand away. 

Severide tightens his hand and gives him a look that says he doesn’t get to pull away just because he’s bringing up something that he doesn’t want to talk about.  “I was.”

Casey stops pulling away and relaxes.  “Fine.  I still haven’t thought about it.  I was too busy sucking your dick.”

Severide’s grateful that he’s stopped at a light when Casey’s said that as he looks at him, unbelievably.  “As much time as we spend in bed together, we both know that it doesn’t take up that much time in bed.”

Casey rolls his eyes, and they start moving again.  “Why do you hate my truck?”

“I don’t hate your truck,” he assures him. 

“Then, why do you want me to get rid of my truck for no reason?” Casey asks, voice strained.  Severide knows how important the truck is to him, the first thing he bought on his own after his difficult teen years as a foster kid – it means a lot to him, but he also knows that Casey deserves a new truck and if he got a new one then Casey could drive them more. 

“It’s not no reason –”

“I don’t look at a new car as a reward for being captain,” Casey states, plainly, not even looking at him.  “I like my truck, and it works, and I don’t want to change what I have.”

Severide hums.  He supposes that he has been focused on thinking what he would want if he got promoted and he’s not exactly being a good boyfriend if he’s not considering what Casey would want.

“I – you – you’re right, I have been thinking about what I would want, and it’s partially related to how happy you are driving your truck, but you can’t drive your truck when it’s the four of us, so I thought… it would be a good idea to get a new truck that would let you drive more and make you happier.”

“Oh,” Casey says, looking back at him.  “I – I hadn’t thought about that.  I thought you liked driving?”

“I do, I love my new car, and I love driving, but I know that you also love driving and you seemed so happy to drive every time we get in the truck.”

He glances at Casey, who’s smiling, again.  “I do miss driving my truck more.”

“And I’m not saying getting a new truck means getting rid of the old one,” he offers because clearly, that’s really what Casey’s opposed to.  He’s not ready to get rid of something that has meant a lot to him over the years.  “We can always hold onto it, and as long as we take good care of it and knowing you, we will, then we could teach the boys how to drive in it.”

At the light, Casey kisses his cheek, happy once again.  “You should’ve started with that.”

Severide laughs.  “So new and shiny doesn’t work, but pointing out that getting a new truck doesn’t mean getting rid of the old truck does?  Yeah, I definitely should’ve thought of that.  I know how much you love your truck.”

He brings their joined hands to his lips just before the light turns. 

“It’s more that I’m just not ready to get rid of it when I’ve taken good care of it and it’s … a big part of who I am and my past, it’s the first thing I ever bought on my own, it’s… just – important.”

“I know it is, sweetheart,” Severide tells him, giving him a soft look.

Casey flushes as the pet name.  “And I may not be ready to let go of it, but I definitely could use a new truck.”

“And I get to help you pick it out, right?” Severide asks with a grin as he pulls over in front of the firehouse.

“Absolutely.”

“Good.”

***

“Okay, here’s some options for possible trucks,” Severide says with a grin as he finds Casey sitting at the table in the common room attempting to do paperwork and trying to avoid Severide working out shirtless on the app floor before he completely loses the battle with trying to be professional and wanting to break the rules they came up with – which they’ve already broken way too many times.

“That was fast,” Casey states, somewhat suspicious.

Severide grins at him because he’s already had potential options for the truck in his bag because he was convinced that he would be able to convince Casey to get a new truck eventually. 

And he’s not wrong.

Severide’s persistence on it would’ve definitely won out eventually.  As it is, it only took two weeks for him to agree.

Casey rolls his eyes.  “You’ve had these since you first brought it up, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re an ass.”

He laughs and gives that I’m an ass, but you love me grin that he knows Casey’s suddenly found far too endearing.  “Yeah, but we both know how persistent I can be.”

“I think you’re using stubborn wrong,” Casey teases, then, glances down at the information he’s handed him.  “And you already have any idea for which one’s the best, don’t you?”

“Definitely, but it’s your truck, so you should see some options,” he says as he sits beside him, moving Casey’s paperwork over and out of his way.

Casey laughs and shakes his head.  “You’re ridiculous, but I’m sure I’m going to end up choosing the one you like best.”

“You’re actually getting a new truck?” Mouch asks from his spot on the couch.

“I am.”

“And you’re going to let Severide choose for you?” Otis questions, from his spot playing cards at the other table, in a tone that sounds like a mixed of confused and slighted icked out. 

“Not exactly.”

“That’s kinda what it sounds like,” Cruz offers. 

“I’m still choosing myself; the odds are just likely that whichever he chose as a favorite will align with what I choose because he knows me so well.”

“Are you sure you two aren’t married?” Kidd asks, sharing a smile and a laugh with Dawson and Brett at the long table.

“We’re not married; we’ve just known each other a long time,” he retorts, not even bothering to look up.

“And spend all of your time together,” Otis offers.

Casey rolls his eyes, looking up from the various pictures of trucks and information on them, clearly annoyed.  “We don’t spend all of our time together.”

“Really?” Dawson asks, eyeing Severide but addressing Casey.  “You live together, you work together, and you even drive in together.”

She looks like she wants to point out that he definitely spends more time with Severide than he did with her while they were dating, but to be fair, she works nights at Molly’s and Severide knows he’d rather spend time with him over her, especially in their last few months together.  It still makes Severide smile when he thinks about a couple of nights when things were rough, where he’d straight up asked Severide to go out drinking rather than hanging out with her.

“Yeah, you even share a room together at home, so do you ever spend any time apart?” Cruz questions, and Severide’s really regretting admitting that tidbit when it came up after they asked for help getting things all prepped for Griffin’s move into Severide’s room three years ago.

Imagine if they knew about sharing a bed or all of the sex they’ve been having in it.

“Ah, we spend time apart, all the time,” Casey lies because honestly, aside from separate calls or brief time alone in his office, they’re usually together.  Especially lately and neither of them wants that to change.  They like being together all the time.  “And I’m pretty sure that sleeping doesn’t count as spending time together.”

“Don’t tell Herrmann’s wife that,” Otis jokes.

“Hey!” Herrmann yells.  “I work a lot.  I have to count it.”

Casey rolls his eyes.  The looks of disbelief annoy them both.    

“We spend time apart,” he insists. 

“Getting called to separate calls does not count,” Otis states.

“It’s not just that.”

“Really?” Kidd asks.  “Because even the last time you came by Molly’s, you two were attached at the hip.”

The last time they’d gone to Molly’s had been for the celebration for Casey’s promotion and it was only a few weeks into their new relationship dynamic and they’d been a lot more attached at that point than they are these days – even though they are still a little clingy.

“We were not attached at the hip,” Severide scoffs, finally interjecting.  He finds the commentary ridiculous because there’s nothing wrong with how close they are (even if they were still just best friends).  “We sat next to each other.  That’s not exactly clingy.  Cruz and Otis sit next to each other all the time, are they clingy?”

“Just because we drink together doesn’t mean we’re clingy,” Otis retorts.

“And sitting next to Severide at Molly’s doesn’t prove that we’re clingy, either,” Casey states.  “Yeah, we spend a lot of time together, but it’s not just the two of us – at home, we’ve got the boys, and here, we have all of you to annoy us.”

Severide laughs as everyone else makes annoyed and offended sounds. 

Thankfully, the alarm blares and the conversation can hopefully be tabled forever.

***

Severide can tell that there’s something bugging Casey and if he had to guess, it was related to the conversation yesterday. 

He knows that it’s better if they don’t talk about it at the firehouse, so he waits until they’re in the car on the way home. 

He pulls away from the curb and reaches out to lace their hands as they have every day since they started dating, but Casey’s hand doesn’t meet his like always.

“Case?”

“Yeah, Sev?” Casey asks, looking out the window. 

“You know they’re idiots, right?”

Casey looks at him, and with his eyebrows crinkling, asks, “What?”

“You’ve been quiet since the talk yesterday, and you’re not holding my hand as you stare out the window,” he says, offering his hand once, again.  This time Casey rolls his eyes with a small smile as he takes it.  “So, I can only assume that you’re thinking about everyone commenting on us spending too much time together and they’re wrong and idiots.”

“They might not wrong about how much time we spend together,” Casey offers.

“Case…”

“But I wasn’t staring out the window thinking that we actually spend too much time together.”

“Oh?” Severide asks, giving him a side look as he drives.  “Then, what are you thinking about?  And why weren’t you holding my hand?”

Casey laughs and squeezes his hand.  “I didn’t realize that it mattered that much to you.  Didn’t know that you were such a hand-holder.”

Severide rolls his eyes, as he keeps driving.  “It’s not really the point.”

“I think it is,” Casey teases.  “Apparently, it meant enough that you brought it up as a sign that something was wrong.”

Severide huffs.  He likes holding his hand and he’s not going explain why.  “Just – can you – tell me what’s wrong?”

“You’re a dumbass.”  Casey laughs and smiles.

“Yeah, but I’m your dumbass,” Severide jokes, kissing the back of his hand. 

“Yeah, you are.”

They share a quick kiss when he stops at a light before he says, “Are you going to tell me what’s up or are you going to keep on about how much you like holding my hand?”

“Actually, I was teasing you about how much you like my hand, since you –”

“Will you just tell me what’s up?”

Casey rolls his eyes.  “Truck was very interested in what we do in our off time that we spend so much time together –”

“Did you tell them that you like to suck my dick?” he teases.  “Bury your dick in my ass or like my dick in yours?  Did you tell them about my padded cuffs and all of the fun I get to have with you?”

“No, although I was very tempted,” Casey offers, flushing furiously and shifting in his seat.  He loves that just his words can get him all hot and bothered.  “Especially when they tried to guess what we could possibly want to do with each other as if we haven’t been best friends since we were eighteen and have spent a lot of time together.”

Severide chuckles.  “Did you point out that Herrmann and Mouch spend nearly the same amount of time together and so do Otis and Cruz?”

“I did, I also pointed out that we spend a lot of time with the boys because we’re their dads and we’re a family.”

Severide hums and gives him a look as he pulls down the alleyway to their garage.  “And what did they say to that?”

“That Herrmann’s got five kids, but Cindy takes care of them, and that we only really need one of us to be with them like we did that first summer and that there’s really no good reason in their eyes that we don’t take turns going to Molly’s or out on dates and no matter how much I argued that we like to be a united front for the boys and spend time as a family or that I’m not interested anyone (else) that they disagree.  And so, now, Otis and Mouch insist that I come by Molly’s tonight, and Kidd’s insisting that she could invite one of her friends that she thinks I’d like and I’m trying to figure out how to tell them to fuck off and I don’t want anyone else without telling them that I’m currently dating you.”

He parks in the garage and then turns fully to Casey.  “Please let me show up tonight and give them hell.   I promise I won’t out us if you don’t want to come out, but they can’t just –”

“I wasn’t going to show up, Sev,” Casey states, squeezing his hand.  “There’s no polite way to tell them to fuck off, and if we’re not telling them that we’re together, then I can’t say I’m dating someone, so I just … wasn’t going to show.”

Severide huffs.  “So, I don’t get to tell them off?”

“It would only make things worse,” he offers, kissing the back of his hand and then getting out of the car.

“So, why are you telling me this?” he asks, as he gets out of the car with Casey already half-way across the yard and rushing to catch up.

Casey stops at the back door and leans against it.  “Well, one because you asked.”

“And two?” Severide questions as he eyes Casey up and down.  It may be just getting used to having sex whenever they get home from work (and the boys are at school), but he’s half-hard just looking at Casey casually leaning in the doorway looking unfairly attractive.

“And two, I don’t have to tell them I’m dating anyone if you use that oral fixation of yours to leave a mark,” Casey offers, a faint blush on his face and a glint in his eyes.  “They’ll get the message loud and clear, and I can keep my private life, private.”

Severide laughs and kisses him up against the door.  “I love that plan.”

“Thought you might.”

***

“Well, I think we can successfully say that the plan worked,” Casey says as he drives them home in his new truck after work a few days later.

He’s still getting used to it, but he does love that it has some cool new features, and that he can drive more now that his truck has enough seats for all of them. 

Severide hums.  “Any plan that involves getting to leave my mark on you was always going to be a success.”

He rolls his eyes, despite the warmth in his belly at the way Severide’s looking at him.  “I meant because Truck got the message that maybe there are things I don’t share with them because I’m a private person, and now, instead of assuming correctly that I’m having my way with you every night, they’ll assume someone is having their way with me and stop badgering us about how much time we spend together.”

“I don’t know if they all got that message,” Severide retorts.  “Although I suppose she’s not on Truck anymore…”

Casey huffs.  “Yeah, now that Dawson thinks I’m interested in dating again, she was flirting with me today.”

He’s not happy about it.  He thought with her baby and the way he avoids her (for the most part) that she’d let it go.  He’s honestly surprised that she and Mills aren’t together for their son (but then, again, he never asked if she told him or not), but she knows that she backed off when he said he wasn’t interested in dating because he wanted to focus on the boys. 

Now, though, he given the impression that he’s getting back out there.

“I’ll just have to keep leaving marks on your neck to make sure she knows you’re taken,” Severide offers with a wink and a grin.

Casey laughs as he pulls over in front of their house.  “Like a fucking teenager.”

“Damn straight.  I can’t give you my letterman jacket or class ring, but a hickey?  Definitely.”

Casey leans over and gives him a kiss.  “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good.”

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Henry's plans for their first wedding anniversary mesh surprisingly well with Alex's plans.

Ao3

***

Henry smiles to himself, eyes still closed, as he slowly wakes to Alex’s arms around him.  The softness of their bed could nearly lure him back to sleep if he wants, but he also knows that they have plans today. 

Plans that despite Alex’s teasing we should just spend our first anniversary in bed do involve leaving their very comfortable bed and not just shagging the day away.

He rolls over to face his lovely husband, who’s smiling sleepily at him and is quick to give him a sleepy kiss.  One that lingers just enough. 

He’s trying to entice him into more, and any other morning, he probably would fall for it, but he’d been looking forward to today and his plans for too long. 

“Good morning, love,” Henry offers, putting a hand on his chest to stop the kiss from going further.  “Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” Alex offers with a sweet smile.   He gives him another sleepy half-kiss, clearly attempting to entice him to stay in bed all day, but Henry’s hand on his chest stops him.  He leans back with his best puppy dog eyes as he asks, “Are you sure that I can’t convince you to spend our anniversary in bed?”

Henry laughs, the offer is tempting. 

“I really wanted to surprise you with the best anniversary ever and no matter how often you tell me that sucking my dick is all you want to do to celebrate us or that sucking my dick really is a celebration of us, I really want you to feel my love in a way that isn’t about our dicks.”

Alex hums and gives him a playfully pouty look.  “I suppose that makes sense for a romantic like you.”

“You’ll like what I have planned, I promise,” Henry tells him.  He gives him another kiss, which causes Alex to hum, pleasantly.

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy,” Alex assures him.

“Good.”

***

Alex lets Henry lead him by the hand onto Henry’s boat.  His mom had it brought over as a wedding present a year ago, since she knew that Henry would want to have it nearby given its’ connection to his dad. 

It’s decorated with a Happy Anniversary banner, pictures of their last year together since the wedding, but despite all of the décor, Henry doesn’t stop there and instead, leads him to the cockpit. 

“What’s going on, baby?  We going sailing?” Alex asks, teasingly.  He’d been begging Henry to teach him how to sail since he knew that Henry loves it so much.  Always out on his boat whenever he gets the chance.

“In a way,” Henry offers, giving him a sly smile.  “You’ve been asking to learn how to sail for some time now, so I thought I would spend our anniversary teaching you how.”

Alex grins.  He loves this plan.  He gets to learn how to do something that Henry loves and see him in his element and spend the day alone with the love of his life. 

It’s a perfect anniversary.

“I love it, baby.”

“Thought you might.”

***

Later, while he’s standing at the helm, Henry helping to direct him, Alex feels at peace.  He’s got his husband’s arms around his waist, and his chin on his shoulder.  The endless open water out in front of him, the gentle waves, the smell of salt, is so unbelievably peaceful.

And it’s utterly perfect. 

It gives them the peace to be themselves in a place where no one can spy on them. 

Just them, the boat and the deep blue sea. 

It takes a moment for him to realize that the sun is setting. 

“I suppose we should head home,” Alex says, when he does. 

Henry hums.  “I was actually thinking that we could lay anchor.  Then, lay out a blanket and make love under the stars.  I could tell you all about the various constellations and stories.”

Alex grins.  “I’d love nothing more.  A night out on your ship, stargazing.  Making love under the stars, sounds perfect.”

Henry kisses his cheek.  “Perfect end to a perfect night.”

“Exactly.”

***

Henry hums, pleasantly as Alex kisses his neck. 

He’d spent the better part of the last hour attempting to tell him all of the various stories he could remember that his father used to tell him whenever they would go out sailing, and Alex has been good.

He’s listened and asked questions, but he’s clearly more interested in something else.

“Are you up to something, love?” Henry teases, as Alex licks at the mark he’s left on Henry’s neck. 

He shifts to straddle him, already down to his pants (they both are) and happy to run his hands up and down his chest.  Clearly, looking for more.

Alex hums, his eyes are dark with arousal, his dick hard in his pants.  “While I’ve quite enjoyed this date, baby, you know damn well that I’ve wanted to fuck all day.  You really gonna hold out on me on our anniversary?”

Henry melts as he always does when he hears Alex call him baby, and says, “I suppose you’ve been a good boy long enough.”

Alex grins, leaning down and kissing him soundly on lips.  “Good, I’ll go get the lube.”

He can’t help laughing at the eagerness, happy that even a year into their marriage and years into their relationship that they could still get this excited to have some fun together and he hopes (and knows) that that’s never going change and he’d never want it to.

***

In the morning, Henry wakes to Alex’s slight groan about the sun streaming down on them.

“Hmmm, baby, we did not think through literally waking to the sun,” Alex says, groggily. 

Henry has to lift his hand to cover his eyes and look at Alex.  “Perhaps we haven’t but should probably use it as the reminder to return to shore.”

Alex shifts onto his belly, looks at him with fond, but teasing smile.  “Or – or we could just … hang out naked on the boat.  It’s not like anyone will see us.”

Henry laughs.  “Well, I suppose I do owe you a day in bed of dick-sucking.  Never said our bed couldn’t be on my boat.”

Alex grins, brightly.  “Exactly.  Certainly sounds like a great additional celebration to me – me, you and dick sucking anywhere we can.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Good.”

Alex gives him a sweet kiss.  “Then, let’s get celebrating.”

“Gladly.”

[evadne01]

Love of the Angels

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)

Relationship: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Raziel (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Asmodeus (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Additional Tags: Episode: s03e18 The Beast Within (Shadowhunters TV), Angst, Protective Alec Lightwood, Hurt Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood Loves Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane Loves Alec Lightwood, BAMF Alec Lightwood, POV Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Hurt Magnus Bane

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Severide has an idea for turning their annual night out to the Blackhawks game into their first date, what he hadn't anticipated is just how distracting Casey is when he's wearing Severide's clothes.

Ao3

***

It’s still new. 

This thing Casey has with Severide.

The prank has been forgotten at the firehouse but lingers on within them.  Despite living together, sharing a bed and kids, the prank had changed a lot of things for them. 

He still can’t believe how one moment of agreeing to tease and prank the house had led to a kiss that feels as if it’s changed his entire world. 

He doesn’t know if he’s gay or bi or Severide-sexual (though Severide loves teasing that last one), but he does know that he loves waking up to Severide’s arms wrapped around him, his lips on his neck or his head, his hand wandering down his chest. 

He wishes that he could revel in the feelings that Severide clearly wants to send through him, but he also knows that the boys are on holiday break and they’ll no doubt interrupt.  It amazing that they’ve started sleeping in at all. 

“Sev…”

“Yeah, Case, love it when you moan my name like that,” Severide says, sounding all breathy and horny and yeah, maybe they could make it a quickie?

But before he can suggest that, there is the sounds of the boys above their heads, Severide nuzzles his neck as he mutters, “This is why you’re supposed to have kids after the honeymoon stage is over.”

Casey laughs.  “Without the boys you probably wouldn’t have your hand on my dick right now, so we really shouldn’t complain.”

Severide rolls his eyes and gives him a kiss.  “Come on, the boys await.”

“That they do.”

***

“So, I’ve been thinking…” Severide starts as he looks at the tickets that he buys Casey every year for Christmas.   Well, every year since they started co-parenting the boys. 

“Sounds dangerous,” Casey teases as he re-joins him from the kitchen with a couple of beers and looking unfairly gorgeous in Severide’s sweatshirt. 

At this point, he’s pretty sure there’s some sort of instinctual response to seeing Casey in his sweatshirt that makes him completely forget where he was going with this. 

“Asshole,” he retorts, but only because he can’t remember what he was going to say.

It doesn’t help that Casey catches on and starts laughing as he sets the beers down on the coffee table, and joins him on the couch, planting himself in Severide’s lap, sideways, his back against the arm of the couch. 

Severide takes the opportunity to kiss his neck as he laughs, hand already making its’ way into his pants, fondling his dick as he sucks on his neck. 

It takes Casey a minute lost in Severide’s sensations before he gasps, “Wait, wait, you have to tell me what you were going to say, first.”

“No, I don’t.” 

Severide slides him off his lap and onto his back on the couch, moving quickly so that he’s situated in between his legs and his lips on Casey’s before he could say anything else. 

And frankly, he could worry about whatever he was going to say after.

***

“Well, I know if I ever wanna get lucky that I just gotta wear your sweatshirt,” Casey teases, once they’re cuddled up together afterwards, not that he minds in the least. 

Though, their beer had gotten a bit warm as Severide had opted to tease him for wearing his sweatshirt.  He swears it’s like some sort of instant gotta have you thing that he frankly never expected but wasn’t complaining about as long as they continue to control themselves in front of the boys.

“I’d tell you that I’d eventually learn to control myself, but honestly,” Severide pauses as he looks him up and down in just his sweatshirt and underwear, “I have no plans to try.”

Casey laughs.  “I’m not against it, I just love knowing that I don’t even have to try to turn you on, I just show up in your clothes.”  He gives him a sweet kiss before he asks, “But you did have something that you wanted to share, no?”

“Oh,” Severide says, glancing at the tickets on the coffee table.  “I was thinking… we always go out for the game since it’s a present for just you and me and maybe we could make it like… a first date thing?  Go out to dinner, go to the game, have sex in my car.”

Casey bursts out laughing.  “Is that how all of your dates go?  Dinner – date – sex in the car?”

“Not really, but it would be rather hot,” he offers. 

Casey’s grinning at him, eyes sparkling at the thought.  “I do like the thought of it as a date – our first date.  We could get Christie or Beth to watch the boys overnight and maybe have sex not in a car.”

Severide grins.  “Love the sound of that.”

“Good, then, it’s a date.”

***

“Are you nervous?” Severide teases as they get dressed for their date and Casey has changed his shirt twice and pants twice.

Casey coughs and shrugs.  “No, of course not, there’s nothing to be – to be nervous about.”

He’s not looking at Severide as he pulls on Severide’s favorite jersey, and he doesn’t even seem to realize it. 

Severide smiles as he walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and putting his chin on his shoulder.  “Case, we’ve been best friends for years.”

“Yeah, I told you that I wasn’t –”

“But you clearly are,” he interjects.  “Don’t be nervous, I’ve literally seen you naked, believe me there is nothing you could wear that would put me off sex with you tonight or wanting to date you.”

Casey laughs. 

He knows that he makes a good point.  They’re both new to this relationship and it’s both a new relationship and a practically settled into married life relationship.  It’s semi-conflicting, but he thinks that just gives them a head start.  It probably just means that it’ll make the long term of being together easier. 

“Is it so bad that I wanted to look good for our first date?”

“No, but you look good in anything.”

Casey flushes.  “And you’re just saying that to get laid.”

“Oh, please, I could be an asshole and still get laid, and we both know it,” Severide teases.  “Complimenting you isn’t some agenda.  It’s because I mean it.”

Casey hums.  “I suppose it’s not like you have to try hard anyway.”

“So, believe me, I’m going to enjoy whatever you’re wearing.  Just choose whatever you want.”

“Okay, thanks, Sev.”

***

Damn. 

He probably should’ve been a little more specific. 

Like maybe to not wear something of Severide’s because, as it turns out, it’s not just seeing his name plastered across Casey’s shoulders that turns him on, it’s knowing that he’s wearing something that belongs to Severide. 

He didn’t think wearing his jersey would be a big deal, but truthfully, he’s been a little distracted by Casey’s wearing his jersey thinking about him wearing just his jersey.  Thoughts of diving his head under the jersey and sucking hickeys into his chest as he withers and moans at his touch, begs for him to get his mouth on his dick, and looks so gone that he can barely remember his own name before he gives him what he wants.

He's so hot under the collar and so lost in the fantasy that he completely loses track of Casey’s thoughts on the game that they’re about to watch and how much he loves that Severide buys them tickets every year until Casey offers him something on his spoon.

He accepts whatever it is and is surprised by the sugary and sweet taste of brownies and ice cream in his mouth.  He loves ice cream on top of brownies, it’s one of those rare treats that Casey will get for him and the boys, but never for himself.

“You ordered me dessert?” Severide teases, snapping out of his fantasy and accepting another bite as they both scoot a little closer in the booth.

“What makes you think I didn’t order it for both of us,” Casey teases, despite not taking a bite himself and continuing to feed Severide with a loving smile that Severide kind of wants to kiss senseless. 

“Because I know you,” Severide offers, watching as Casey doesn’t even make an attempt to take a bite himself and instead chooses to continue feeding Severide.  “Even before I knew the extent of your lack of sweet tooth since we started raising the boys together, I know that you only cave for sweets on our birthdays because of the boys, and there’s also the fact that you keep feeding me rather than taking a bite yourself.”

Casey flushes even as he offers another bite.  “Maybe I just wanted to cool you off since you seemed a little hot under the collar.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, but all Casey has to do is look down and see how turned on he is. 

“Oh, so you haven’t spent the last twenty minutes fantasying about the things you’d like to do to me just because I’m wearing something of yours,” Casey offers, eyebrows raised, slight smirk on his face, eyes glinting mischievously, the hand not offering him the dessert sliding along his thigh to his dick.  “Maybe it’s not just your name written across my shoulders, maybe it’s the idea that I have your scent on me, claiming as yours.”

“Fuck,” Severide breathes, his dick hard in his jeans.

He’s grateful that they chose a low-lit bar and pizzeria for dinner.  There’s too much noise and not enough light for anyone to see what’s going on, part of why they chose it for a first date. 

“Fuck, Case, I –”

He really really wants to fuck Casey right here, right now, and judging by the look in his eyes, Casey is a smug asshole screwing with him. 

Especially as he pulls his hand away and puts some distance between them, scooting further away in the booth. 

“Wha – where are you – why?” he asks, nearly whining.  He did not care where they were right now, all wants is to drag Casey into the bathroom or his car and have his way with him because he certainly wasn’t going to make it home like this.

“Because we have a game to get to and you need to cool down not get more hot and bothered.”

“Yes, but you can’t just leave me high and dry,” Severide retorts.

“That’s what you get for looking at me like a snack knowing damn well that we have a game to get to and you can’t do anything until later,” Casey teases, grinning.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Says the guy that wanted this date and spent most of it imagining the things I’d gladly let him do to me at home where we clearly should’ve had this date.”

Despite his compliant, Casey’s still smiling at him. 

Severide smiles at that thought.  At home dates sound so much better if he can just spend them fucking Casey silly.  “Fair.  I suppose our next date should be at home.”

“Gotta make it through this one first, and you’re not doing so hot, no wonder you don’t have many second dates,” Casey jokes, but he gives him a wink and a smile.

“Rude,” Severide retorts as he finishes off the dessert.  “I happen to be a great dater, you’re just… distracting.”

Casey laughs.  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

***

Casey loves this date. 

As much as he teased Severide about only thinking about getting laid while at dinner, he absolutely loved the way Severide had been looking at him.  It gave him all sorts of butterflies in his stomach and made him feel good.

Sometimes, he wonders if he’s just easy – sharing a bed, living together, not having to worry about the impact on the boys – but seeing Severide want him so much sends a warm feeling of assurance through him.  He clearly wants Casey as much as anyone else he’s dated, and he has made a point to want to do date-like things together (even if he got distracted along the way).

The game was just as good attending together as it had been when they were just friends, even if every brush of their hands and Severide insisting on treating Casey since it was his idea for this date had Casey all a flutter.  He couldn’t wait to get him home and kiss him silly.

Best first date in a while, which makes him unbelievably happy.

“I like your smile,” Severide says, as he glances at Casey from the driver’s seat, when he stops at a light. 

Casey hums, smiling brightly.  “I – really enjoyed our date.”

“Who says it’s over?” Severide teases.  “Kinda hoping you’d invite me in for a nightcap.”

He winks at him, and they both laugh.

Casey grins.  “We literally share a bed and had sex before dinner and you’re out here hoping,” he teases.

Severide laughs.  “Well, I’ve been told that I shouldn’t assume sex all the time after a date.”

“Believe me, Sev,” Casey starts as he pulls over in front of Molly’s – well, on the street by Molly’s.  He places a hand on Severide’s thigh.  “I can’t see any reason why you wouldn’t get lucky with me as your date.”

“Fuck,” Severide breathes, and he glances down at Casey’s hand on his thigh.  “Okay – we – we always go to Molly’s after the game, but if you’re going to get me all hot and bothered and deny me again, I don’t think I can go in there and pretend like I don’t want to fuck you silly the entire time.”

The swoop in Casey’s stomach at the thought of Severide looking at him like he’s looking at him right now, makes him wanna abandon their usual stop by Molly’s, even if he knows they’ll get questioned about it on their next shift.

Instead, he glances at the backseat then at Severide, whose eyes are wide and gleeful because he knows what Casey’s thinking.

Still, Casey offers, “Or … you did say that a lot of your dates involve sex in your car…”

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Severide says, before he grabs his face and kisses him deeply. 

Casey melts against him, loving the taste of him of beer and nachos from the game.  

He feels Severide’s hand on his thigh and pushes back slightly, “We should – at least in the backseat?”

Severide nods, grinning.  “Yes.  A bit more space.”

“Good.”

***

Severide can’t believe how insanely happy he is right now.   

He never imagined dating a man, let alone Casey, would leave him in such a state of satisfied bliss – even getting teased at Molly’s, not that they stayed long (didn’t even see most of the crew at 51) – couldn’t put a damper of what was the world’s best first date.

It was perfect. 

They got to go to their favorite sport together, enjoy each other’s company and loved messing with each other all night long culminating in hot-as-fuck sex that continues to get hotter and hotter the more they do it.

He’s surprised that no one noticed how happy and satisfied they both were at Molly’s, although admittedly the ones that usually comment and notice weren’t there, but even Herrmann, who still loves to tease, noticed nothing odd just teased them about the usual.  Which is probably for the best.  He knows it makes them both more than a little uneasy at getting found out like that. 

Still, coming home after Molly’s and spending the night teasing and enjoying themselves together just made it so much better.

“Someone’s happy,” Casey teases him, cuddling into him. 

“Aren’t you?”

“I’m thrilled,” Casey admits.  “It’s different dating not just a guy but my best friend, but if all of our dates are this fun, I’m really going to enjoy dating you.”

Severide laughs.  “I was thinking the same thing.”

“It was nice going out, too, but I think at-home dates will be much more fun.”

Casey’s giving him his best I’m-so-innocent look that Severide no longer buys because he knows better. 

“You’re full of surprises, but I’m going to have to so much fun with you.”

He kisses the top of Casey’s head and feels him smile against his chest. 

“I look forward that.”

“Good.”

Casey yawns and then he yawns, and he knows that they’ll probably drift off soon.  They have to get the boys early tomorrow, anyway.

“We should get some sleep, but it was a great date.”

“Yeah, it was,” Severide replies, smiling.  “Good night, Case.”

“Night, Sev,” Casey says, giving him one last kiss and then, settling down, ready to go to sleep, both of them happy and satisfied as they cuddle together after the best first date ever.

And all he can think as he drifts off to sleep is that he can’t wait for their next date because as long as it’s with Casey, it’ll be just as brilliant as this one. 

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Haymitch wasn't supposed to be there, but when he allies with Maysilee, he becomes determined to bring them both home.

AO3

***

Haymitch wasn’t supposed to be here. 

If the kid that was picked last hadn’t run off, if he hadn’t stood up and rebelled at the worst possible time, he would’ve spent his birthday literally anywhere else – with his Ma and Sid.

Instead, he’s here.

In an arena for the Hunger Games with forty-seven other tributes, only one of whom he could bring home with him.

Not that he thought going home was even really possible.

He doesn’t even know why he’s fighting so hard for – his family is better off if he dies in this arena, but as the fake storm that has driven him and his ally, Maysilee, into a nearby cave, thunders and rocks their cave outside, he can’t resist fighting.

Fighting, if not for himself, then for her. 

They already lost their other district partners, and she’s a fighter. 

She deserves to go home to her twin sister, especially if he can help her get there.

So, he’s fighting – for her and if he wins, too, well, maybe he could fix his mistakes for his family. If the President lets him.

First, he has to get them out of here.

The cave is cold and damp and terrible, but at least they’re not alone.

The only thing that has him continuing on is Maysilee.  So, he wraps on arm around her and tries to keep them both warm enough to get through this storm to fight another day. 

She wiggles uncertainly in his arms, but even she knows that they’ll be warmer together.  That they can weather the storm together.

***

It’s too cold.

It feels like it’s been days, but he knows that it’s only been a night. 

Maysilee is shivering in his arms, and the storm is raging outside their cave.  They haven’t slept, they’re hungry and they can’t possibly keep going like this.

“Hay, we can’t keep doing this,” Maysilee says, trying to wiggle in closer.  “There has to be something else we can do.”

“We don’t have any wood for a fire,” he retorts, trying to suppress his own shivers.  He lowers his voice even though he’s sure the cameras and mics can probably pick it up, but he whispers, anyway.  “They’ll probably get bored soon, and we can – you know, get out of here.”

“That doesn’t explain why they did it in the first place, storms are boring, and no one likes watching tributes hiding out,” Maysilee counters, as if she actually cares about watching the Games or the Capitolites that enjoy the entertainment of the Games.

No one in the district likes watching the Games.  They watch because they have to, not because they want to. 

She’s right, though.  There’s no entertainment value to be had here.

Unless…

“Maybe they’re looking for something spicy to happen,” Haymitch teases.

“What?  On national television?” she scoffs, unbelievably.

“Most of us wouldn’t survive to have to deal with embarrassment, and it is cold.”

He’s not being serious, and she knows that, but still she teases, “Itchy Mitchy Haymitchy getting lucky in the Hunger Games is not happening.”

He laughs, then, coughs.  “You just told the entire country your horrible nickname for me.”

“It’s not that bad, I could definitely think of a worse nickname,” she offers, teasingly.

“For me?  The least you could do is make nicknames for other people,” Haymitch retorts.

Maysilee hums.  “I guess that’s one way to entertain ourselves.”

“It’s the best option we got.”

“Good.”

***

Somehow, they did get lucky. 

Not in the fun way, exactly, but they must’ve entertained the capitolites enough to get a blanket and some food, which still led to them huddling together, but a whole lot warmer than they were before.

They both send up a thank you to whoever’s watching because regardless of how much they hate the capitol right now, they really needed this.

“How do you think the others are faring?” Haymitch questions, a bit uncertainly. 

Things were good for them, for now, but he just wants this mess to be over – as soon as possible.

Maysilee hums.  “If we want to go home?  Not as good as us, but … I hope it’s not too miserable.  I’d’ve been miserable without you.”

Haymitch kisses the top of her head, which causes her to blush.  “Me too.  Don’t know what would’ve done without you as my partner.”

“Yeah.”

***

Somehow, they won.

They won together.

They brought home a victory. 

He’s still not sure how it all happened, but all he does know is that they won. 

They made it home (the celebrations and healing after they won was too much, but they handled it together).

They’re almost home. 

“Are we ready for this?” Haymitch asks as the train rushes them home to the district.

“Probably not as ready as we should be,” Maysilee offers.  “But at least we’re together, right?”

Haymitch laces his hand with Maysilee, grateful that they’ll never have to deal with everything alone.  Instead, they can deal with it together.

He kisses her cheek.  “Yeah, yeah, at least we’re in this together.”

She turns and kisses his lips.  It may have come as a surprise, but somehow this girl wormed her way into his heart from enemies to friends to lovers.  He’s really glad that they’ll have each other to help deal with the chaos of being mentors next year.

The train pulls into the station, jarring them apart.

Peacekeepers come to get them, and it doesn’t matter if they’re ready or not – they’re home.

He lets go of Maysilee’s hand as she’s led out first onto the platform, before he follows suit.

The district stands at the train station ready to welcome them home.  Two families heartbroken and two families thrilled, but all Haymitch can do is lace his hand with Maysilee’s and lift them in the air together knowing that even heartbroken, the district needed a win after forty years of straight losses.

There are cheers and smiling faces, and all Haymitch can think is – they won. 

He wasn’t supposed to be there, but he was meant to come home, and he couldn’t be happier. 

Sometimes, things just work out and he couldn’t be more grateful.  Now and forever.

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@swoon-junev @lovemebingo2026

Alex plans a surprise vacation off the grid for the two of them.

AO3

***

There are times, even years after coming out that they both want some peace and quiet.  Times when they’ve spent a little too much time playing the Prince or playing the First Son and a little less time getting to be themselves. 

So, Alex plans for a time out in the middle of nowhere, a cabin in the woods where they can just be together and alone. 

It’s a small cabin, a lot smaller than most of the places that Henry’s ever stayed in, and even smaller than some of the places that Alex has ever been in, but it’s nice and cozy.

Barely one room with some curtains to hide the bed and make it seem like a second room, but honestly, they didn’t need more space.

This would be perfect for their little getaway.

“There it is,” Alex says, happily as he drives around the curve to see the cabin at the end of the road.  It’s very isolated, which was intentional, but cute.

Henry hums.  “It’s cute, love.”

“You’ll like it, I’m sure.”

***

It’s no surprise that they get easily distracted the moment that they enter the cabin.  Since the night before when they began packing for this trip, they’d been teasing about all the fun that could have in a cabin in the woods. 

So, of course, after a very quick tour around (easy given the coziness of the cabin helps with that), they both quickly divulge themselves of their clothes and make sure of the bed. 

***

It’s just as cozy as the pictures online showed, and it doesn’t take long to settle in after their fun and shower.  Now, that they’re both satisfied and clean, Alex has a chance to actually look around.

“Look, baby, there’s a little balcony where we can eat dinner together,” Alex offers, once he takes in the features of this cozy cabin.

The sun has already set, and they had stopped for dinner on the way up here, so that’ll be for tomorrow, especially since it started raining while they were cuddled up in the bed.

“It’s too bad that the weather isn’t being more cooperative,” Henry offers with a slight smile.

Alex can’t resist running a hand down his chest.  “Well, it’s not as if we can’t easily entertain ourselves.”

“True.”

***

They tease each other about their movies choices as always. 

It’s one of Alex’s favorite things to tease about Star Wars and how Henry is entirely wrong for his choice of his favorite Star Wars.  It’s become a joke between them.  One of their little inside jokes.

No one really gets it.

But it’s fun to tease and joke and cuddle up on the couch watching movies as the rain pours down outside their windows. 

It’s just as much fun doing this as it is to go hiking as long as being completely out of cell service gives them the solitude that they’ve missed recently. 

All that matters is getting to be together.

He’s happy being here, no matter what.

***

The weather clears the next day, and Alex absolutely loves getting to hike with Henry. 

He’d chosen a more remote area, combined with it being a colder part of the year, the trail is pretty much empty. 

So, they can hike hand-in-hand down the trail, stopping for kisses and views, and it’s … everything that Alex has needed after so much time playing his part.

“Look at that, baby,” Alex says, as they reach the top of the hike. 

A beautiful waterfall is in front of them. 

“It’s beautiful just like my love,” Henry says, giving him a glowing, loving smile.

“Charmer,” Alex teases, but he can’t resist giving him a kiss. 

He wishes he could give him a deeper kiss, but even out in the woods, they might not be completely alone, so he doesn’t.

“And don’t you forget it,” Henry teases.

They share another kiss.

Alex looks up at the sun and he really wants to enjoy a dinner as the sunsets, so he says, “We should head back so we can have a nice dinner as the sun sets.”

“Sounds brilliant, love.”

***

Henry always loves watching Alex’s efforts to be as romantic as the romantic lead in Henry’s favorite romance novels.  He knows that Alex doesn’t have to try to be Henry’s perfect, dream man, but he does enjoy Alex’s efforts.

He loved watching him plan their little surprise getaway, the excitement of this cute little surprise cabin, the plans for their hikes and romantic dinners as the sunset.

It’s perfect and he’s easily quite pleased by the whole thing.

“You’re staring, baby,” Alex teases, looking up from the stove. 

“Of course I am, love, I have the most amazing man cooking me dinner and planning romantic getaways that couldn’t be more perfect if he tried,” Henry offers with a pleased smile.  “I love you so much, Alex.”

Alex flushes, pleased.  “I love you, too, Hen.”

He gives him a kiss, and then, Alex continues, “I just – we’ve been so stretched thin playing our parts that we’ve barely seen each other.  I just wanted to show you how much I care.”

“I always know how much you care, love,” Henry assures him.  “However, I’ll never turn down a surprise vacation with the love of my life.”

Alex grins, brilliantly.  “Good because I think we should do more of this – off the grid vacation stuff.  Just you and me and a cozy little cabin in the middle of nowhere.”

“Sounds perfect, love.”

“Good.”

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Severide notices that Casey's withdrawn a bit around Hallie's deathday, and he reminds Casey that he can talk to him about her, if he wants to.

Ao3

***

May is always a little weird for Severide. 

There’s Mother’s Day, but he can’t recall the last time he’s seen his mother (or the last time she called), and he sort-of resents Casey trying to make a big deal out of Mother’s Day for the boys.  It’s bad enough that the school makes a big deal for it (which Griffin resents because even when they tried to invite his maternal grandmother to the event, he said ‘why would I wanna celebrate someone who didn’t want me?’ which caused quite the fight), but Casey doing it, too, is annoying.

Casey, though, still maintains that while Heather made mistakes, they also made mistakes and they promised her that signing away her rights wouldn’t mean losing visitation, and that making mistakes doesn’t mean that she isn’t still their mother.  Just because she can’t actually act like much of a mother being behind bars doesn’t mean she isn’t their mother and she still deserves to see them.

It's one of those things that always kinda of taints the month a bit, but they get through it.  Severide concedes because he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Heather’s choices, and he doesn’t have to see her.  Casey pretends that he’s happy about it, but Severide knows he’s not.  Still, they survive.

The other reason May is a little weird is because of Shay’s death.  Despite working through his grief and being in a much better place than he’d been four years ago, he usually can’t stop thinking about her around this time. 

Casey always gives him time alone when he wants it, although sometimes, he’ll tell stories to the boys when he wants to talk about her.  It’s nice talking about her sometimes, he usually does something with Kendra, too, who misses Shay, too.

But her death day had passed, and he’s feeling better just in time for him to notice that Casey’s being a bit odd.

It starts just after Mother’s Day, he gets a card in the mail that makes him look sad, but when Severide asks him about it, he shoves it in his underwear drawer and says it’s nothing. 

He’s known Casey long enough, and recently, intimately enough, not push and pry.

So, he waits, wondering what could be wrong with his boyfriend.  What could be on that mind of his? 

***

Aside from being a bit quieter, he doesn’t act any different.  He still smiles at him with a brilliant smile, still holds his hand like it’s his lifeline, still that badass Captain that he’s been since January. 

If you didn’t know him well enough, then you wouldn’t have even noticed, but Severide isn’t the only one noticing.

“Hey, Severide, you gotta sec?” Herrmann questions as he’s walking passed the common room on shift about a week after the card thing happens. 

It’s mainly empty aside from Herrmann and Mouch, everyone wanting to spend time outside with the weather so good, except, of course, Casey, who’s hiding out in his office.

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” he asks, stepping into the common room.

“Everything okay with Casey?  He seems a little off,” Mouch questions.  “Something happen or…?”

Severide shakes his head.  Casey doesn’t really like to share with the Firehouse about their home life, but this isn’t really … might not be something between them, and it’s Herrmann and Mouch, the two longest members of Casey’s team.  They mean a lot to him, even as much as they tease all the time.

“Nothing’s changed or happened,” if he ignores that they don’t know that he and Casey have started dating, “But he’s been … I don’t know, sad lately?”

“Sad?” Herrmann hums, thoughtful for a second.  “Yeah, that fits.  I suppose maybe that makes sense given the timing.”

“Why because of Mother’s Day?” Mouch questions.  “He never really cared about before, although I suppose with the boys…”

He looks up at Severide, who nods.  “Yeah, he – going by the jail probably doesn’t help.”  He frowns.  “I mean, I was a little sad thinking about Shay, but he was never all that close to Shay –”

“You can be a self-absorbed asshole, sometimes, you know that?” Herrmann questions, voice sounding harsh, like he can’t believe Severide could be missing the obvious, but before Severide could do more than bristle, he says, “He lost Hallie around this time, no?”

Ohhhh.  Fuck, he’s such a bad boyfriend.  He hasn’t once thought about Hallie, even though Casey literally mentioned her when they had that conversation about his sexuality with the boys.  The sad, heartbroken look that crossed his face at the thought of the woman he wanted to spend his life with… he should’ve realized.

Of course everything that has happened in the last six months would have reminded him of her.  His first real love. 

Hallie was easily the love of his life, and he took her passing hard, especially since she was murdered and there’s a part of Casey that still questions if Voight had some hand in it to punish him. 

Fuck. 

“You’re right – that’s probably what it is,” Severide states, the guilt bubbling in his stomach.  “I, uh, I’ll go talk to him.”

***

Severide didn’t get the chance because there’s a fire that takes up most of the rest of the night.  When everyone comes back, they’re tired and exhausted.  There’s a rush for the showers and beds that is so overwhelming that it’s easy for him to disappear to Casey’s office. 

He gets there before Casey and waits leaning against his desk and taking in all of the photos of their little family.  Their sisters, the boys, he never even realized that Casey still had two-picture frame of him and Hallie up in his new office. 

The frame reads love across time across the top with past under one and present under the other.  The first picture was a picture from their first date.  He and Andy had relentlessly teased him about how nervous he was, insisting that they be there to tease.  He looks so young and innocent.  All of the pain they’d been through not touching them, yet.

The losses in life (aside from his father) far in the distant future. 

The second was their second first date.  Hallie had just come back from abroad, knowing only one thing – that she loved Casey and wanted to do whatever she could to try again and make it work even if that meant having kids.  Severide had been there had been there for that one, too.  Teasing him, missing Andy, trying to make up for being an ass about Heather. 

Casey looked a whole lot older, a lot less innocent, but still terribly in love with woman beside him.  He never wanted anything more than a future with her. 

First love cuts the deepest.   That much was obvious.

“Sev?  What are you doing in here?  I’m not in the mood –” Casey starts, not even looking at him and making his way to his bed. 

He does look a bit like a mess.  Eyes a little red that have nothing to do with smoke from the fire, he’s sure, given the wetness of his hair and the cleanness of everything else.

“I’m not here for that,” Severide replies, softly.  He knows that Casey doesn’t mean to make it seem like he’s only interested in sex with him (because he isn’t), but he assures him anyway. 

“Oh?” Casey questions, as he stops his movement to the bed and looks at him, surprised.  “Why then?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?” Casey asks, eyebrows scrunching.  “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“For being a self-absorbed ass,” Severide states, lifting the frame and showing it to Casey.  “I didn’t… I was so focused on my own thoughts about losing Shay that I forgot about Hallie.”

He takes it from Severide, not looking at it as he puts it back.  “I’m fine.”  He swallows a lump in his throat.  “And you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I just – I wanna be here for you if you wanna talk about her,” he offers as Casey turns away back to the bed.  There’s a distance between them, here, that they haven’t had in a while.   And not physical distance, but an emotional distance.  “You don’t have to, obviously, but it’s been a while –”

“Five years,” Casey states, swallowing thickly.  Despite his best efforts, it’s obvious he’s hurting.  “Not even half the time we were together, even discounting the months we were apart that last year.”

“Exactly,” Severide says, softly.  “It’s been five years, maybe you wanna talk about her.”

“That’s not weird?” Casey asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.  He’s looking up at him uncertainly. 

There still feels like there’s a wall between them despite the distance being less than ten feet.  As if Casey’s trying to hold things back, hold his feelings back because he thinks Severide would be… hurt?  Jealous?  Something about him hurting over Hallie.

Damn.  He really should’ve realized this sooner. 

He approaches, slowly, allowing for him to move if he’s not wanting Severide in his personal bubble. 

When he sits beside him, taking his hand in his, he says, “Of course not.  I know how important she is - was to you.  Hallie was a big part of you as much as your truck is, and wanting to talk about her isn’t a surprise.”

“It’s not just… talking about her…”

“It’s okay to still be hurting over her,” Severide offers, reaching up his other hand to run it through his hair.  “A love like that doesn’t just… fade away.  She was special and it doesn’t mean that your feelings for me are any less just because you’re still hurting over her.”

Casey looks from his eyes to the hand he’s holding, and Severide squeezes it as reassurance.

“It’s okay that she was my first love and you’re my second?” he asks, even though they haven’t said it, they both know that the feeling is there, eyes searching his for confirmation.  “It’s okay with you that I … I talk about her?  Knowing that?”

Severide nods, and smiles.  “I’m not your normal boyfriend –”

“Considering you’re my first –”

“You know what I mean,” Severide retorts, cutting him off.  “I’m not your normal partner, I was there when you lost her, when you fought to come back to work trying to pretend that you weren’t heartbroken.  I should’ve done more, been better, but I can’t go back to be a better friend – here, now, I can be a better boyfriend, and I would love if you wanted to talk about her with me.”

Casey leans over and kisses his cheek.  “Okay, yeah, I’d like that.”

Severide gives him a smile.  “Good, then, why don’t we lay down and do that pillow talk thing you love so much.”

“Thought you said that only counted if we had sex first.”

He’s teasing and smiling and it’s the best feeling to get Casey out of that shell he’s been protecting himself in. 

“Just this once – we can count it,” he offers with a smile.

“Deal.”

***

They spent all night talking about Hallie, cuddled up together in his Captain’s Quarters with Severide running his hand through Casey’s hair as he talked, peppering his head with kisses every so often.

Casey was loathed to admit it, but the card from her sister made him feel bad.  He’s sure that it wasn’t the intention, but it reminded him that on the first anniversary of her passing, he’d been trying to get engaged to Dawson (and wasn’t it obvious now that he’d been covering his feelings by hiding with another relationship).  The second, he’d been overwhelmed by all the fighting and the boys.  The last two years, he hadn’t really thought about her either (well, he had but not enough – he didn’t go by her grave or answer her sister’s calls when she wanted someone to talk to about her loss), not because he didn’t love her… Hallie had been the first great love of his life, but because he doesn’t really do grief well.

And, well, he’d been so busy with everything else in his life that he hadn’t even made the time to think about her (at least not often), and she deserved better than that. 

Then, of course, this year.

He knows that he’s fallen madly in love with Severide.  Everything about the two of them together just fit perfectly. 

Maybe it was raising the boys together, maybe it was melting their lives together, falling slowly together, planning a future regardless of dating… he’ll never know, but six months in and if it wasn’t for the secret, he absolutely could see proposing and not for the wrong reasons like it had been with Dawson. 

And that scared him in a way. 

Sometimes he wonders if it was fate, and that makes him feel guiltier because if it was fate then Hallie…

So, yeah, he was feeling guilty for falling in love, again. 

It took so long for him to feel this way about Hallie and there is a part of him that still loves her, but Severide, he… he just feels right. 

It just scared him.  Like he was letting her down, forgetting about her when she deserved better.

Luckily, he’s got a pretty great boyfriend.  One that doesn’t mind being his second great love and doesn’t mind taking Casey to the cemetery and supporting him as he talks to her.  Tells her that he misses her.  Tells her about the boys and Severide. 

Even though he’s moved on, there’s a part of him that will always love her.  And a part of him that will always see something randomly and think of her, heart clenched at the lost future that they could’ve had.  Maybe not on the anniversary of her death, but randomly throughout the year. 

When he thinks about her, he misses her, but it’s still okay that he’s fallen in love with someone else.  Someone who understands.

So, he lays the flowers on her gave when he’s done talking and he stands, taking Severide’s offered hand and he says, “Sometimes, I feel like a widower.”

“You kinda are,” Severide offers, sincerely.  “Maybe you never got married, but you were with her for twelve years, your entire adult life at the time that she passed – was murdered, and just because you weren’t married, doesn’t mean you can’t feel like it.”

Casey hums.  “And just because I found someone else doesn’t mean that I didn’t love her.”

Severide reaches up with his free hand and runs the hand through his hair, reassuringly.  “Of course not, she wouldn’t want you to be unhappy for the rest of your life just because she can’t be here, and I think she’d be happy for you – you know that she never wanted anything more than for you to be happy.”

Casey appreciates the reassurance.  It’s exactly what he needs. 

He leans forward and kisses him.  Softly and sweetly. 

Not starting anything just showing his love without actually saying it.  He’s not necessarily ready to say just yet, not today, not yet, but soon.

“I think so, too,” he admits.  He smiles back at the grave and the flowers, a warmth passing through him.  “Now, let’s go home.”

Severide smiles.  “Home sounds good.”

“Good.”

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Casey and Severide love playing games together now that they're a couple, and their games lead an admission that has been obvious even if it's never been said.

Ao3

***

Not long after realizing just how much he loves Severide (even if he hasn’t said it, yet), Casey starts playing a little game with Severide. 

He knows how much he enjoys candy, particularly Hershey kisses, so he takes to buying family sized bags of Hershey kisses and stuffing them into his pockets of his sweatshirts, and when he least expects it asks, “Hey, Sev, would you like a kiss,” and when Severide expects an actual kiss, he gives him a chocolate kiss instead.

Of course, he almost always gives him a real kiss, too.

He loves the little games that they play together.

So, he shouldn’t be surprised when he’s cooking one day, weeks later that Severide wraps his arms around his waist and teases, “Can I get a kiss, Case?”

He turns, expecting to give him a kiss but Severide laughs and says, “Not a kiss-kiss, I mean a chocolate kiss.”

Casey huffs and playfully teases, “You can only get a chocolate kiss if you give me a real one.”

Severide gives him a pouty look for a few seconds before caving with a, “You drive a hard bargain,” and kissing him senseless.

He could almost forget that he’s cooking and just focus entirely on Severide if not for, “Can I get a kiss, too, dad?” breaking them apart.

They look down at Ben, who is always trying to sneak candy (just like Severide) and Casey smiles.

He lets go of Severide and kisses Ben’s forehead, causing him to squirm away. 

“Not that kind of kiss, Dad!” Ben groans.

Casey laughs as he gives him both chocolate kisses.  “New rule: Want a kiss, get a kiss.”

Ben’s already skipped off with his chocolate kiss, leaving Casey alone with Severide, who asks, “So, every time I kiss you, I get a chocolate kiss?  Sounds like a good excuse to kiss you.”

Casey’s smiling as he runs a hand down Severide’s chest.  “As if you need an excuse to kiss me.”

Severide hums, eyeing his lips and pulling him close by the waist.  “You’re right, I never need a reason to kiss you, I just get to – whenever I want to, which is all the time.”

Casey leans forward, kissing him lightly once again.  “Good, ‘cause I want to kiss you all the time, too.”

***

Severide loves this little game. 

He loves that Casey will tease the boys with forehead kisses and they both tease back.  He loves that he gets both a chocolate kiss and a real kiss.

He even loves teasing Casey in front of others.

The first time he asks, “Can I get a kiss,” in front of second watch, Cruz drops the juice he’d gotten out of the fridge. 

Casey knows that he doesn’t mean the normal exchange – want a kiss, get a kiss – not in front of everyone else, but Severide is teasing to see the reaction.  

He’d been hoping it would help in his efforts to potentially be able to tell second shift, but the shock is clearly not a good sign.

Still, Casey smiles at him as he pulls out the chocolate kisses from his sweatshirt (sadly, not Severide’s) pocket.  “You are a chocolate fiend.”

“And you’re an enabler,” Severide teases, smiling at him, wishing he could kiss him.

He sees the crew relax, realizing that it was just a joke, just messing with them again. 

He’ll get his real kiss, later.

***

Casey’s taken to playing their game whenever Dawson flirts with him at the House.  He loves throwing her off with the idea that he wants to kiss Severide.  She doesn’t believe it, but she gets the idea that Casey’s not really interested in her flirting with him.

It helps that Dawson’s flirting seems to be some kind of red flare for Severide, who immediately comes teasing for a kiss just because he can.

He loves it. 

It’s as if Severide’s claiming him as his, and it, honestly, is ridiculously hot. 

The way Severide makes him feel… it’s been a long time since he’s felt this way.

***

“Can I get a kiss,” Severide teases as he leans into the doorway of Casey’s office.  It’s late on shift and the only person that is awake right now is Herrmann, who has decided that he’s going to attempt to cook for his anniversary with Cindy.  It’s a first, and the entire firehouse think it’s going to be an utter disaster, but he’d been more focused on getting to kiss Casey instead.

He’d given him a look when he made his way through the common room to Casey’s office but said nothing for once.  Just gave him a smile. 

Severide was largely too busy thinking about having his way with Casey, especially since it was so late. 

“You?  Always,” Casey says, glancing up from his paperwork. 

Severide quickly moves inside, closing the door behind him, as Casey stands and meets him halfway.  He throws his arms around Severide’s neck, as Severide wraps his arms around his waist, kissing him passionately.

He tastes a little like coffee because despite the late hour, he clearly wanted exactly this tonight. 

“Couldn’t wait?” Severide breathes as he pulls away to move to sucking on Casey’s neck.

Casey groans as they shift so Casey’s back is against the wall, putting him a little bit at Severide’s mercy. 

“With you?  Never.”

He’s breathing heavy and already hard against Severide, as Severide kisses his jaw and down his neck to the juncture between his neck and shoulder.  He bites and sucks and Casey’s thrusting against him, a leg wrapped around his waist.

“Not … the kiss… I wanted,” he groans.

Severide leans back admiring the mark.  “Yeah, but you made me wait for my kiss, so now, you get to enjoy whatever kiss I give you.”

Casey gives him a playfully annoyed look.  “As long as you stick your hand down my pants, you can kiss me however you want.”

“Fuck, Case,” Severide groans.  “You’re fucking perfect.”

He kisses him again, moving them so they’re headed towards the bed instead.  Stripping him of his clothes, wanting nothing more than to kiss Casey everywhere. 

He just can’t get enough of this man. 

It’s as Casey is situated in the middle of the bed, taking him in as he strips himself and straddles his waist that Severide can’t help, but say, “Fuck, Case, I love you so damn much.”

He kisses him before he can respond, wanting to revel in the taste of his delicious boyfriend, but before he could move to suck on his dick, Casey pushes back, slightly, looking at him for sincerity, and says, “I love you, too.”

He hadn’t even realized that it’d been the first time that he’s said it.  It’s been implied and teased about yet, you love me or dumbass that you love or something along that vein, but neither of them had actually said it.

It was obvious.  He knows they’ve both felt it for a long time, but he knows that never said it.

“Yeah, Case?” Severide confirms, running a hand down his chest.  “You love me as much as I love you?”

“I love you so damn much that I have completely abandoned my no-sex-at-the-firehouse rule that we pretty much keep breaking,” Casey admits with a smile.  His hands run over Severide’s chest.  “I love you so damn much that if we got caught and I had to leave 51, I wouldn’t care as long as I had you.”

The warmth and butterflies that fill his stomach brings a brilliant smile to both of their faces.  He’s still hard and still very much wants to get off, but he leans down and nuzzles Casey’s neck. 

“Damn, I never thought I’d get this lucky,” he mumbles into his neck.  “Falling in love with my dream man, my best friend, my coparent, my partner.”  He leans back so he can look him in the eyes.  “I am serious, Case, I can’t – I never imagined that we’d end up here, but I am so glad we did.”

“Me too,” Casey admits with a smile. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

***

Love confessions while naked in the Captain’s office could’ve gone badly, like if an alarm had gone off or someone had interrupted, but luckily for them, they were able to truly enjoy themselves all night long.

Or at least most of the night. 

It was around five when Casey woke and realized that Severide probably needed to get to his own office before the rest of the house wakes up. 

So, he sends him off with a deep kiss and then when he can’t fall asleep, again, he goes to the common room to making the coffee and breakfast only to find Herrmann in the kitchen. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” he jokes, moving to the coffee maker.  He can see that Herrmann’s been failing at cooking whatever he’s been trying to cook. 

“Didn’t go to sleep,” Herrmann counters.  “I kept burning my attempt at the dinner I’m trying to figure out how to make for Cindy.”  He eyes Casey for a second, then says, “I’m guessing you didn’t get much sleep either.”

“What makes you say that?” Casey questions, despite the truth behind the statement.

Herrmann gives him a knowing look before returning to his sauce.  “Because I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t –”

“Casey,” Herrmann cuts him off.  He focuses all of his attention on him, eyebrows lifted.  “I saw Severide at about eleven last night go towards your office.  Didn’t see him again until about a half-hour ago.”

“That doesn’t mean –”

“The mark on your neck does,” Herrmann counters, plainly.

Fuck, Casey thinks as he checks to see that yes Severide did leave him a rather obvious mark last night.

“That could’ve been there yesterday from –” he attempts to lie, but Herrmann cuts him off.

“It’s fresh.  Believe me, I know what they look like since Lee Henry keeps coming home with them,” Herrmann retorts.  “I don’t know why you’re lying, and I don’t care, clearly, it’s a secret.  It’s just really obvious if you’re not careful.”

Casey can’t honestly tell if he’s being supportive or not – did he not care because it doesn’t affect him?  Did he not care because he doesn’t take it seriously?  Did he not care because he didn’t want to know about the crew’s love lives? 

“I’ll be more careful,” Casey says, slowly.  He doesn’t really want to be in this conversation, so he says, “I’m going to take this back to my office.  Just, uh, can you not –”

“I won’t say anything.”

“Thanks.”

With that, he goes back to his office with his coffee and feeling more than a little uncertain.  Herrmann knows, but he didn’t exactly sound supportive.  More hands off than he’d been expecting.  Like don’t ask, don’t tell. 

Somehow, there had been a part of him that had heard Severide’s tease that they would probably be supportive if they told the House that they were together and hoped for … more than that what he got.

Ultimately, though, it’s probably just a sign that it’s better to keep this to themselves for now, and he can be happy with the knowledge that they can be happy and in love and it’s no one’s business, but theirs. 

And he couldn’t be happier about that.

Maybe someday they could come out, but today isn’t that day and that’s okay.

Maybe someday. 

Another Bingo! Woohoo!

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Elsa's looking to propose to Emma, and hoping she says yes.

AO3

***

Since her arrival in Storybrooke, Elsa never dreamed that she would find someone that she connected with enough to fall in love. 

Truthfully, the way she’d been isolated most of her life with her powers, she never believed that she’d be able to get close to anyone without fearing how she might hurt them, someday.  If she could hurt her sister, who’s to say a lover would fare any better?

But then, she gained control of her powers. 

And found herself in a strange new land.  A new land that even months after reuniting with her sister and discovering that she could never leave, she’s only just now growing accustomed to. 

One thing she has grown accustomed to … is Emma. 

Her feelings for Emma hadn’t come as much of a surprise to her, though did seem to be a surprise to Emma.  Luckily, having the support of her parents and her son helped her accept her feelings, and their first date had been at a grand ball Snow had thrown.

It seems crazy that she could’ve fallen in love in one night, one date, one ball, but she had.

She’s certain Emma did, too.

Now, only a couple months later, Elsa is ready to propose. 

She’s just not sure what the custom is here.  Did she petition to join their Royal family?  Did she ask for permission?  Did she just ask Emma?  Should she wait for Emma to ask?

“What do you think I should do?” she asks Anna after she stops jumping up and down excitedly over the engagement ring in her hand. 

“Doesn’t Emma tease about how being a princess with the royalty rules goes entirely against the steps in feminism over the years?” Anna offers.  “She may not like you asking for permission, but… she could probably understand asking for a blessing.”

“Snow and David would probably prefer at least that, Snow did grow up like we did,” Elsa agrees.  “I think that’s what I’ll do.  Ask for their blessing, first.”

Anna smiles and hugs her.  “I’m happy for you, it’s good to see you so happy after so long.”

“Thanks, sis.”

***

Elsa is a bit nervous as she sits in the loft’s kitchen with Snow and David.  She had made a point to make sure that Emma would be out with Henry, today, before she stopped by.

“So, Elsa, what brings you by?” Snow asks, after they’ve caught up on various things since she saw them last.  Emma still lives here, but the place she’d gotten with Anna and Kristoff had more space, so Emma (and Henry) usually visited their place, so she hasn’t seen Snow and David much as of late.

“Well, I, um, I wasn’t sure what the custom would be in this situation.  This world is quite different to my land or even Misthaven, but I thought I could …” she nervously pulls out the ring, “… ask for your blessing.”

Snow squeals nearly waking up Emma’s brother, covering her mouth in excitement.  David is grinning from ear to ear as he moves around the island to envelope her in a hug. 

“Of course you have our blessing,” David says, brightly.  “We know how happy you make Emma.”

She looks from him to Snow, who is nodding.  “Absolutely.  We’re so happy for you both.”

She moves around the island herself to hug Elsa as well. 

“Thank you,” she says once they let go.  She looks happily between them.  “Thank you, both.  I – I wasn’t sure if Emma would like the idea of permission, so I chose blessing instead.”

David smiles.  “She’ll appreciate that.”

“She’ll recognize the traditions and yet, still appreciate trying to allow for the world she grew up in,” Snow adds. 

“That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”

“Good.”

***

Emma’s all dressed up for once, well, in a nice summery dress.

She knows that Elsa is up to something. 

She’s not quite sure what it is, but when Snow had begged her to come with her for a day of pampering, which included getting her nails done, and had sent her off on what she assumed was a regular date with a knowing grin and a can’t wait to hear all about it, she knew something was up.

Still, as she walks hand-in-hand down the beach with Elsa, her right hand carries her sandals.  She’s listening to Elsa chatter on about the romance of a walk along the beach as the sun begins to set. 

“The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” Emma questions, as she stops.  She’s distracted by the beauty for just a moment.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Elsa says and as Emma turns to her to comment on the cheesiness, she can’t help freezing.

Elsa, a beauty in a complimentary blue dress, is down on one knee.  A beautiful ring in the hand not holding Emma’s hand. 

“Emma, words cannot describe the amazing feeling I have felt since I met you.  I never believed that I would ever meet someone that I would want to share my life with and then, I met you.  I love you; will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely, yes,” Emma shouts, excitedly.  She pulls her to her feet and throws her arms around her neck kissing her soundly. 

She takes her time, kissing her, letting their lip gloss mix together into a new flavor that tastes just as good as their original flavors until they need to breathe.

She leans her forehead against Elsa’s as Elsa gleefully slides the ring on her finger. 

“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d say yes.”

She’s half-teasing and Emma can’t resist teasing back, “You thought I wouldn’t?”

“We haven’t been together long, so I thought…” Elsa trails off, but Emma gets it.

“Snow always says when you know, you know.  I think there was a part of me that’s known since we met.  Just took a bit to realize.”

“Me too,” Elsa admits.  “But … we have the rest of our lives together and it doesn’t matter how long it took to get here, as long as we leave here together.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Good.”

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@swoon-june @lovemebingo2026

Being out and happily engaged on the job hasn't exactly made thing easier when some people can't seem to wrap their minds around it, good thing they have the support of others and each other.

Ao3

***

One of Severide’s favorite things about being out to the firehouse is that he doesn’t have to second guess his choices when it comes to showing attention to Casey while at the firehouse or out in public anymore. 

Which is especially nice because Casey’s been doing his paperwork in the common room rather than his office – apparently, his team claims they miss him hanging out in the common room, which they thought he stopped doing because he became Captain, not because he was using his Captain’s office for privacy.

So, even though anyone can see, he can still play with Casey’s free hand as he reads and marks up reports.  Which he loves doing, especially since he got to put his ring on Casey’s finger… at least an engagement ring. 

He can’t wait until it is joined by a wedding band.  Then, he’ll have two rings to play with.

Every so often Casey will glance up from paperwork to look at him and give him a smile before returning to his paperwork. 

Severide doesn’t really pay attention to the chatter from Truck, too focused on Casey’s hand and the ring.  The reminder that by the end of the next year, they’ll be married.  Most of the firehouse jokes that they’ve already been married for years, but this is a big deal for him. 

They’ve both been engaged twice, with Severide married once – for not even a month and for all the wrong reasons – and this time they’re actually going to follow through with it and to the love of their lives.

And he can’t wait.

He’s disappointed when Squad gets a call and he has to let go, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss the ring before he runs off. 

He’ll get to come back to it later.

***

Squad’s only gone for ten minutes before Kidd asks, “Does he do that a lot?”

Casey glances over at her.  “Does who do what?”

“Severide,” she says with duh sounding voice.  “And being so attached to you that he’s playing with your hand all day.”

He doesn’t exactly like her tone, but he says, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Doesn’t it annoy you?”

“Nope,” Casey retorts, trying not to sound too clipped.  

While the firehouse had been fairly supportive (or at least it appeared so at the engagement party at Molly’s), it’s still so new (to the firehouse) that everyone’s trying wrap their minds around it because despite the jokes it’s apparently a big deal now that it’s ‘real’. 

“Being one handed is inconvenient, no?” Otis questions. 

“No, it’s not.”

“You don’t really want to be touched all the time, do you?”

Before he can respond, Herrmann jumps in, “Is it really your business?”

“We’re just curious,” Otis offers, slightly affronted.  “Nothing’s wrong with curiosity.”

“Are you curious or are you just being an ass?” Mouch counters.  “Because if it were Casey and Brett and Brett liked to play with his hand, you wouldn’t ask if it was annoying.”

He can tell that his chats with Herrmann and Mouch after Ritter joined seemingly got through to them.  He’s … kinda touched, it helps him not feel so alone when it’s clear there’s a struggle with some people understanding that nothing’s really changed just because now, they know he’s more than friends with Severide.

“He was with Dawson while she was here and they weren’t all touchy all the time,” Kidd offers before Otis can respond. 

“Maybe I like Severide touching me more than I liked Dawson touching me or maybe we’re just making up for lost time,” Casey says standing and grabbing his paperwork, “Or maybe it’s none of your business why I like or want Severide to touch and play with my hand anytime he wants.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, as he takes his paperwork and goes back to his office, probably a bit too angry for such a simple interaction, but it’s just annoying that anyone’s questioning anything when they hadn’t questioned anything with Dawson or Hallie. 

Why is it that different for him to be with Severide?

He vaguely hears Herrmann reprimanding them, but it’s not going to change anything.

At least not anytime soon.

***

When Squad gets back, Severide’s mildly surprised that Truck and Engine (minus Herrmann) are in the common room without Casey, but Kidd huffs and Otis looks put out, so it’s pretty obvious that they said something stupid.  Probably as stupid at Cruz’s question about how they knew which one of them would take it up the ass at their engagement party (which got him covered in ice water by Gallo and Ritter – and made the rest of them laugh).

He'd go to Casey’s office, but now that they’re together, he might’ve gone to hide in Severide’s office just to confuse them. 

So, he goes there instead. 

“You know they’re idiots, right?” he hears Herrmann’s question from the doorway of Severide’s office.

“You sound like Sev when Kidd and Otis claimed I spent too much time with Severide.  If only they knew the fun that we were having –”

“I don’t wanna know and it’s got nothing to do with gay sex or whatever – I didn’t wanna know when it was Dawson or Hallie either – I just – you’re like –”

“I know, Herrmann,” Casey assures him.

Casey had initially misunderstood Herrmann’s lack of reaction for lack of support for months until he took over Engine and Ritter came on board and the whole they’re married joke and Casey’s denial of that statement (to laughter) had caused him to question if his new house would be as accepting as he thought.  Casey’s telling off of Herrmann (and Mouch), separately, had Casey admitting to his assumption and Herrmann explaining that he hadn’t meant to seem unsupportive just that he had no desire to know about anyone’s sex life, but especially Casey because he’s watched him grow up from an sort-of innocent candidate to a badass Captain and he feels a little like one of his kids.

“So, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum said something stupid, then?” Severide says as he moves passed Herrmann to his desk chair.  Casey’s on the bed in his sweatshirt. 

“Well, Tweedle-Dum did,” Casey replies, getting a confused look from Herrmann. 

“Otis is Tweedle-Dum?  So, does that mean Cruz is Tweedle-Dee?”

“Yes.”

“So, what’s Kidd, then?”

“Haven’t decided.”

Herrmann hums and then, glances between them, seemingly getting that Severide would know what to say better than Herrmann does.  “Well, I just came by to tell you they were stupid, and your fiancé is here, so I’ll let him take it from here.”

“Thanks, Herrmann.”

Herrmann leaves with a nod before Severide closes the door and Casey shifts to the end of the bed, reaching for his hand. 

Severide takes it smiling, despite asking, “So what dumb thing did they ask this time?”

“If it annoyed me that you liked to touch me all the time,” Casey offers, no hesitation.  “It wasn’t so much the question as the tone or the fact that they would never ask that if it was a woman that likes to touch me.  I guess they think it’s clingy or something.  Personally, I don’t care.  I like you touching me, kissing me, having your way with me… I just… I like feeling connected with you.”

Severide hums, a pleasant feeling floods him.  He loves the assurance that Casey enjoys his random affection as much as Severide enjoys giving it to him.

He lifts Casey’s hand to his lips and kisses it. 

“I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

“Always.”

***

As if he’s trying to prove a point, Severide can’t help noticing that Casey’s a lot more affectionate on watch (he’s always overly affectionate at home, but after years of hiding at the firehouse and the weird questions they’ve been getting, he’s held off on most of his affections, though he hasn’t had any issues with Severide’s affections). 

He’ll do things like run a hand through Severide’s hair as he passes by him.  Sometimes, he’ll press a kiss to the top of his head.  He’s re-introduced their little want a kiss, get a kiss game, which to Severide’s dismay is not always a kiss on the lips.  Sometimes, but he also gives him kisses on the top of his head, his cheek, his shoulder, and his hand. 

He’ll randomly hug him, run a hand down his face, place a hand on his back or on his shoulder, and sometimes, if he can get away with it, smack his ass.

Severide, honestly, loves it.

Especially because being freer with his affections is making Casey happier. 

He’s smiling even now as he runs drills with Truck despite the reason why he’s randomly running drills.

Severide leans against the building, smiling at his fiancé directing his team through drills because he was annoyed by yet more questions about their lives together and how he could suddenly be gay for Severide.

Severide had bristled at the tone, and Casey, rather than counter or explain, stood up and said, “I think it’s time for drills.”

Mouch had complained because it wasn’t fair to punish him and Gallo, but it was futile, especially since they hadn’t had many calls today.

After an hour or so, Severide had moved to his spot at the Squad table to continue to watch his man in action, especially since he’s wearing Severide’s sweatshirt. 

“It should’ve been so obvious,” he hears, distracting him from watching Casey. 

He’s surprised to see its Boden.  Things have been odd with the Chief since they told him about the engagement.

“Yeah, it probably was,” Severide offers, twirling his engagement ring, nervously.  Although Boden had apologized for thinking their engagement was a prank, it’s still a bit awkward.  Boden’s opinion meant a lot to both of them and the moment of excitement had been ruined by his utter shock.  “If everyone was actually open to the idea instead of treating it like a joke, they probably would’ve noticed, too.”

Boden hums as he sits with his back to the wall with an easy view of Truck running drills.

“That’s what Donna said,” Boden offers.  “She also said that she couldn’t understand my surprise because it’s been obvious for a long time.”

Severide shrugs.  “It makes sense.  We got together halfway through the prank and when I was surprised that no one had said anything about the sweatshirt, Casey pointed out that a lot of firefighters – especially firefighters that are in Benny’s generation – would have had a serious problem with anyone questioning their sexuality.  And to be honest, the house is lucky that their questioning us worked out for the best.”

Boden looks confused. 

“Something, something, if we didn’t feel the way we do or we weren’t comfortable with who we are, it could’ve screwed with our friendship, it could’ve fucked up what we had with the boys and that is the problem here – with the people who ask stupid questions or make comments because they don’t understand it.  And it could’ve negatively affected not just me and Casey, but our boys,” Severide states.

He's thought about that a lot over the years.  At first, he didn’t understand Casey’s worries, but as more people learned about them and showed their support, and the more the firehouse joked about the possibility as if it was so damn impossible or laughable (not to mention the conversations with their sisters about the firehouse being the reason for the secret), the more he realized the reality.

“Negative affects?”

Severide gives him a look. 

“I think about Ritter apologizing over his excitement about getting to work at a house with a Captain and Lieutenant who are out on the job after his first house was far more homophobic than he was willing to call out and ‘realizing’ that it was just a joke.  I think about Henderson coming to Casey because he assumed we were together because of the jokes and wanting advice on how to come out without having to deal with jokes or attitude about it.  I think about Stevenson coming to Casey to get help for Henderson when Welch and Smith were homophobic assholes after he came out –”

“I didn’t even know –”

“And why do you think that is, Chief?” Severide questions.  “Casey and I can handle the jokes and whatnot because we’ve both heard worse and we honestly don’t care, we’re happy and it doesn’t really matter if anyone can understand that.  And until the conversations with Ritter and Henderson, I really don’t think either of us realized the impact of those jokes or comments on other people… Ritter was already out, but he was still hurt at the implication at whoever he loves is a joke, and Henderson didn’t want to come out and be a joke instead of taken seriously…”

“And allowing those jokes and comments and not being open myself to the idea…” Boden trails off.  He seems to get it.

“And it’s not really your fault, Chief,” Severide offers.  “Casey and I both struggled with accepting this part of ourselves because of the way we grew up, I can imagine that affected you, too.”

“It doesn’t make it okay,” Boden says.  “And I’ve said it before, but I am sorry for thinking it was a prank when you told me about your engagement.”

Severide nods, accepting it.  He and Casey had accepted it the first time, but he can tell this apology is a little more understanding on why they took that response so hard.

“To be fair, you also thought it was a joke when I came back from Vegas married,” he offers with a grin.

He feels Casey’s arms slide around his neck from the back, and a kiss to the top of his head.  “To be fair, anytime someone disappears for two days to Vegas and returns with a wife they met there would probably be taken as some sort of prank.”

“You didn’t think it was prank,” Severide counters.

“Yeah, because I knew you better than that even before we started raising the boys together,” Casey offers, sitting on the side with his back to the trucks.  “I was more just happy that you actually came back – with a wife is better than in a body bag.”

Severide gives him annoyed look, even though he can barely remember the time between coming back to 51 after his furlough and meeting Brittney in Vegas.  He does remember shift days, but he spent the time between shifts blackout drunk.  He’s lucky he survived long enough to make it to Vegas.

Annoyed though he is, he softens when Casey takes his hand and begins to play with his ring.  He knows that Casey just wanted him to be happy even if it wasn’t with him. 

And now he couldn’t imagine being any happier than he already is.

He could almost forget the Chief is sitting right across from them, or where they are intentionally, too focused on Casey’s affections and the way he’s smiling at him. 

Until he coughs, jarring their attention to him.

“Anyway, Donna and I would like to invite you out to dinner celebrate,” Boden offers, the offer looking genuine.

“Herrmann already threw us an engagement party,” Casey says, tentatively. 

“Yeah, this would be more of a private celebration,” Boden explains.  “I really am happy for you both.”

He can see Casey nod, so Severide says, “We’d like that.”

“Good.”

***

Casey’s sitting in his office more than a bit surprised as he looks at Otis and Cruz, who have both apologized for asking inappropriate or disrespectful questions about his relationship with Severide.  Apparently, Mouch and Herrmann, and later, Boden had taken them aside and told them to knock it off.

He’s sure that they won’t, not entirely, sometimes they’re just going to make dumb statements, but at least they’re going to try.  He also knows that some of their dumb questions are genuinely trying to wrap their minds around everything that they just don’t understand. 

Doesn’t mean he should have to deal with it.

He knows that they talked to Kidd, too, but Casey’s sure her comments have more to do with Dawson and the fact that there are rumors about her potential return to Chicago now that her son is due to start school, again, and Kidd is Dawson’s best friend and Dawson was still interested in him the last he heard when she visited almost a year ago.

She’s probing for the sake of her friend, but he, personally, doesn’t care. 

“Look, I get that it’s … different, but I’ve never been one to fuel the rumor mill about my private matters.  Literally, I told everyone my first day at 51 that if they talked about my family, they’d get a punch to the face.” 

He hears a laugh and sees Severide leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face.

He rolls his eyes and continues.  “I never talked about Hallie or things at home with her and fuck, I hated when everyone knew what was going on with Dawson.  My relationship with Sev is none of your business – you wanna learn about the differences with regards to relationships between two men instead of a man and a woman go on the internet, read a book, find a documentary, I don’t care.  But don’t come to me asking, especially when it’s not actually curiosity but just a way to pick at and annoy us.  Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And for my sanity, don’t go questioning Ritter, either,” he adds when they stand up.  “He doesn’t deserve to have to be your queer guide either.”

They both nod and leave, not even meeting his or Severide’s eyes. 

“Think that they got the message?” Severide questions.

“I hope so,” Casey says, getting up from his desk to pull Severide close, his arms around his neck, and leaning his forehead against Severide’s.  “Don’t think I won’t snap the next time they ask about whether or not I had to practice on banana to deep throat you.”

“Or when they asked how we could walk after sex because doesn’t that hurt – not unless you want it to.”

“Or when they asked if my dick was just so magical that you turned you away from all the pretty women in the world and turned you gay – ignoring, of course, that bisexuality exists,” Casey teases.

“To be fair, your dick is pretty magical,” Severide jokes. 

They both laugh and get interrupted by, “And here I thought Welch’s comments were bad.”

They turn to see Stevenson in the doorway.  They don’t move, except to look at him, since they don’t really have to hide their affections. 

“Yeah, they’ve been rather rampant with their comments of late and I think some of it is genuine curiosity, but most of it is just – trying to drive us insane,” Casey offers.  “Did you need something?  I thought we had Welch in hand.”

“We did, he’s damn lucky and he’s been on his best behavior – he’s been surprisingly good, it sucks that he had to shift from Henderson’s team to mine, but I think it was best for Henderson, even if he still has to see him,” Stevenson says.  “But that wasn’t why I was hoping to catch you.”

Casey loosens his arms around Severide.  “Okay, do you wanna have a seat?”

“Actually, I meant Severide,” Steveson says.  “But I suppose it could really be for both of you – some kid from the academy came by last shift looking for you.”

“Me?” Severide questions, as he slips his hand into Casey’s hand.  “Why?”

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t say, just that he was looking for you.”  He pauses and adds, “Well, technically, he said Benny Severide’s son.”

Severide groans, covering his face with one hand.  “Did he look at all like me?”

“Maybe a little?” he offers, shrugging.  “He was twenty-one-year-old kid, wouldn’t even tell me his name.”

Casey looks between them a little concerned at Severide’s reaction.  “You don’t think that it’s another one of Benny’s secret kids, do you?”

“Probably,” Severide groans, shaking his head.  Then, he looks at Stevenson.  “Uh, if he stops by again, tell him to leave his name and a message or something.”

Stevenson nods.  “Sounds good.”

He leaves them alone with a little wave and Casey offers, “Let’s go home and have some fun.  Make up for all the bullshit commentary and worry about your dad’s potential new kid later.”

Severide laughs and shakes his head, giving him a kiss and moving to his other side because he likes holding Casey’s left hand more than his right.  “Sounds like the perfect plan.”

“Good.”

And with that, they can leave holding hands, no longer worried about being seen and don’t have to wait until they get in the car to hold each other’s hands and it’s, honestly, the best feeling in the world.