A Very Sevasey Christmas Tale

Christmas Day

"Did I do that?" Severide questioned in surprise when he noticed the bruises that had formed on his lovers shoulder blades. Casey was sitting naked on the edge of the bed mustering up the energy to stand up and get dressed.

"Well, I don't recall anyone else slamming me against a wall last night." He turned around and grinned at Severide who was still lying down. Casey doubted Severide would have woken up so early if it weren't for his own alarm.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise," he replied, "I liked it." Unconsciously the tip of his tongue peaked out in between his lips. It was enough to get Severide out from underneath the bed covers.

Severide pulled Casey over to him and kissed his luscious lips. "Best Christmas ever," he murmured.


Despite both staying at Casey's house they arrived at the firehouse separately on Christmas Day morning. Casey had arrived early with the prepared dinner and Severide arrived just in time for roll call.

"Merry Christmas, Lieutenant." Herrmann had greeted Casey when he found him drinking coffee in the common room before their shift was due to start.

"Happy Christmas." Casey voice crackled, he swallowed. "Did your kids get you up early?"

"Yup…" he replied shortly. "Have you got a cold? There's a horrible sickness bug going around apparently."

"Just a sore throat," Casey stated after clearing it with a small cough.

"Starts with a sore throat and then…" Herrmann began to warn him.

"It's just a sore throat which I'm sure will clear up by the end of the day." He smiled knowing exactly why his throat was sore, knowing from experience that it would be fine in less than another twelve hours.


Casey's Christmas dinner was a success, Mouch was already insisting that he make it the next time their shift fell on Christmas Day, there had been no major calls all day, a few stove fires and one motor vehicle accident.

Later in the afternoon Casey stood up from his position on the couch and Pouch immediately took his place. The rest of his crew were enjoying the Christmas celebrations but he had paperwork to fill out and vehicle maintenance checks to do.

"Kiss under the mistletoe, Matt?" Dawson was suddenly stood in front of him when he stepped out into the corridor.

He looked up at the offending object, "Nope… I'll take that though." And he stealthily grabbed the mistletoe from her outstretched arm.


It was nearing midnight when Casey snuck into Severide's quarters holding the mistletoe he'd taken earlier. Severide was sound asleep on his back and snoring lightly. Casey smiled and kept the lights off, even with the blinds closed it was easy to see if it was on and his stealthy venture would be ruined.

He leant over the Severide's sleeping form and whispered softly. "Kelly." But when that didn't wake him he moved closer, only millimetres from his lips. "Kelly." And then he kissed him gently on the lips.

Severide woke with a start and would have sworn blindly if a gentle hand hadn't covered his mouth.

"Shh…" Casey grinned, dangling the mistletoe above him, now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark he could see Severide's panicked and confused expression.

"Shit Matt! You nearly gave me a heart attack… Is that mistletoe? What are you doing?"

"Everyone's asleep," he stated.

Severide smiled immediately. "Oh yeah?" he questioned suggestively.

"Oh yeah." Casey smiled. He slipped a hand under the bed covers as he stared down at Severide's eyes, panic and confusion had been replaced by lust.

"I think those pants needs to come off then." Severide smirked. "And quickly… knowing our luck the bells will go off." He pushed the bed cover away and pulled down his pants and boxers, releasing his hardening cock. He moaned as Casey went down and lapped at his length with his luscious tongue.

He continued his ministrations on Severide's thick length, he travelled up and down. Severide moaned, his own hand covering his mouth to mute any noise, as Casey started to mouth his balls. There was a bead of precome leaking from Severide's cock as Casey slipped off his own pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground before straddling Severide's legs, his own cock strained almost upright.

"Get on…" Severide groaned with eagerness. "Now." They didn't have time for loads of foreplay or much preparation, and neither of them needed it. Severide's large hands moved up to grip Casey's hips, he could feel him trembling with anticipation beneath his fingers, he brought him forward until he was pressed against his hardened leaking cock, lubricated in precome and his own saliva.

Casey moaned and bit his lip to stop himself from crying out as Severide's cock spread him open inch by inch, he proceeded to match Severide's movements, clenching around the intrusion. He nearly cried out when his sweet spot was hit, he could have woken the any of the men only a few yards away if Severide hadn't pulled him forwards a little and roughly covered his sweet mouth.

Soon Casey grabbed his wrist and guided it down to his aching length. Severide's hand started stroking and pulling at his cock as he thrust up into his slick hole, pounding at his prostrate. They were both panting now, a thin sheen of sweat coated both their sculpted bodies.

Their releases were almost simultaneous.

"Matty…" Severide's back arched and Casey felt him spurt inside his hot channel. Casey's body shuddered in pleasure and his lip bled as he came.

He felt Severide's come leak out of his hole as he pulled away and lay beside him, his breaths were calming now and his body was slick with sweat and still trembling with bliss as he relaxed by his lovers side.

"Merry Christmas Sev."

The End