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Casey had been separated from Severide since they arrived at Molly’s. Chief Boden had pulled the Captain into a conversation with Cruz about a recent suspicious fire they were called to, while Severide chatted superficially with his fellow Squad members. Capp was droning on about his latest girlfriend as Tony nodded along, gulping down his beer.
Severide scanned the bar for his boyfriend, recognizing Matt’s dirty blonde hair on the far side by the door to the patio. They made eye contact and a bright smile lit up Matt’s face. Kelly put his head in hand and smirked, admiring the other man’s face and causing him to blush profusely.
For the next hour or so, Kelly would make eye contact intermittently and intensely. Matt finally excused himself from Boden after the conversation faltered and pressed his way through the crowd to sit by the Lieutenant. He was stopped short, however, by Dawson grabbing his arm and pulling him to dance. The bar was rowdy as usual so she raised her voice to demand, “Dance with me!” Drunk and nearing trashed, the brunette was shaking her hips and her arms were in the air as she moved to the music. Uncoordinated and trying to get Casey to move, Dawson sloshed the half-empty drink in her glass over the sides and onto her fingers. “Oh, shhhhoot.” She slurred.
Casey laughed, taking the glass from her and guiding her to the bartop. Sitting her on a chair, he set down the glass where she couldn’t reach it. “Stella!” He called to the woman working and gestured to Dawson. “Would you mind getting Gabby some water? I’m gonna say goodbye to Kelly then take her home.” Stella sighed at her friend, nodded, and grabbed a glass. Casey checked that Dawson was stable on the chair before finally being close to Kelly.
“Hey, babe,” Kelly said, slipping part of his hand into Matt’s when he cuddled into the brunette’s side.
Matt makes a face. “You were staring at me all night and that’s all you have to say?” Kelly grins wickedly, leaning in and cupping his hand around his boyfriend’s ear. He whispers for a long time, telling Matt all the dirty things he wants to do to him.
The dirty blonde only half-focuses on the words as the bar seems to fade away, the feeling of Kelly’s breath on his ear making him shiver. Matt registers ‘pineapple,’ ’bruises,’ and ‘tongue piercing,’ which makes his eyes widen and he punches Kelly in the shoulder. “Oh my god!” The blush on Matt’s face causes Kelly to smirk deeper.
They talk idly for a few minutes about their earlier shift before Matt remembers his promise. “Hey, I’m going to take Gabby home and then I’ll meet you at your apartment later. Maybe we can do some of your… ideas .”
Kelly hums, biting his lip before pulling Matt in for a chaste kiss. “God, I like you,” Kelly whispers before pulling away. The other man smiles bashfully, falling away from him and walking back to the bar.
When Casey returns, Dawson is finished with her water and has calmed down slightly, but she still exclaims, “Casey!” rather loudly when he tries to get her to stand.
“Yeah, hi,Gabby,” He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her toward the door. To any on-looking bystanders, these two would look like a cute couple, but any informed friends would see Casey looking at Severide and flushing again when Kelly winks.
In Casey’s truck, Dawson stares out the passenger-side window with half-lidded eyes. “Casey,” She mumbles sleepily.
“Yes?” He asks, turning the wheel in his hands. There’s soft rock playing quietly from the radio, and the occasional car lights pass across their faces.
“I really like you, y’know.” Casey glances at her, worry etched into his expression. “Or I least I used to. I mean, since I met you, all my relationships have been pretty much dumpster fires, because I can’t get over you.” Gabby makes eye contact with him as they near her apartment and she looks more sober than twenty minutes ago.
Casey pulls the truck over to the side of the street in front of her building and opens his mouth. ”Gabby, I-”
“If you’re going to tell me ‘sorry,’ and/or ‘I don’t feel the same way,’ just keep it to yourself. I got it. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I just had to tell you. Once.” And with that, she exits the vehicle after throwing a curt “Good night,” and “Thanks for the ride,” behind her.
Matt idles by the curb for a few moments, running over the past few years of friendship with Dawson in his mind. He’d always suspected, especially after the Christmas party where he had to shut her down gently with a kiss on her cheek.
The dirty blonde is pulled from his thoughts by a ding from his cell phone on the middle seat. It’s a text from Kelly.
You better hurry up or I’m going to start without you. ;)
After a few seconds, a picture pops up after the message. Kelly is sitting shirtless on the couch, a teasing smile on his pretty face and a hand grasping his erect cock through his basketball shorts. Matt sighs, shaking his head as he pulls away from the edge of the street and speeds away.
At Kelly’s apartment door, Matt knocks impatiently, out of breath from the jog up the stairs. The brunette swings open the door with a smirk and immediately pulls his partner in for a kiss.
“The things I’m going to do to you, baby boy,” Kelly whispers against Matt’s lips.
Matt groans as the door clicks shut behind them.