Ficlets: The Faculty and BWOC
I'm at work, and I'm dying of boredom, so I decided to dig through old posts until I found those requests I still haven't written. I bet you all thought I was never going to get around to it. Ha.
Granted, there are only two, but like I said...working. It's hard to write quasi-porn when you're constantly being interrupted to give nice little old ladies change for the photocopier. I have such a glamorous job.
Anyway.
Ficlet #1 was requested by onthecontrary, who wanted Zeke/Casey. Inspired by Massive Attack's "Risingson". I'd post the mp3, but I can only hear it in my head because again...at work. There was another Zeke/Casey ficlet I wrote for someone once upon a time, and this could work in that universe. Not that I have a link for you or anything.
It was almost like being high.
Not that he remembered much about being high, but what he did remember was feeling out of control. Free, maybe for the first time in his life, and he never wanted it to stop. It felt like he was falling, ground sliding out from under him and just when he thought he'd hit bottom Zeke was there to pull him back up.
And this was something he never could have predicted, because he was smart but there was no science in the world to measure the way it felt when Zeke leaned in and just...took. Took what he wanted the way he always did, but this time he wanted Casey. Just the thought made him laugh, high and nervous in the back of his throat and then Zeke was there too, quieting him with murmured words that ran together and didn't make any sense, but Casey knew exactly what he was saying.
Relax, and slow down and just enjoy the ride, because Zeke knew what he was doing, so it didn't matter that Casey didn't. Didn't matter that all he could do was dig his fingers into white sheets, into dark hair, into hot skin. It didn't matter that he gasped out loud and bucked up the first time Zeke's mouth touched his cock, didn't matter that Zeke laughed when he did it because it was obvious Zeke liked the affect he had on Casey.
And maybe that was what this was -- some crazy science experiment, a way for Zeke to measure exactly how far Casey would go to get a little attention -- and maybe later he'd even care, but for right now it didn't matter. All he knew was that it was hot and terrifying and right, and Delilah had never touched him like this.
No one had ever touched him like this, and for the first time in his life he was glad, because he was pretty sure that no matter how many people there were after Zeke, none of them would compare. Not when Zeke's mouth fit against his like they were made for each other, his thigh pressed just so between Casey's legs and pressing down just hard enough to make him want more. Even his hands felt perfect, rough and smooth at the same time and skimming over Casey's skin like he couldn't get enough. Like he wanted to touch every inch, to learn Casey the way he learned a new formula for one of his drugs.
That made Casey laugh too, hot and breathy against Zeke's neck and he felt a shudder roll through the body on top of his. It was weird, having that affect on Zeke, but he definitely liked it. Hoped he'd get the chance to do it again -- again and again and again -- before Zeke came to his senses and went back to pretending Casey didn't exist. Only he hadn't done that since Mary Beth, so maybe he wasn't going to. Maybe something had changed in Zeke the way it changed in Casey, the way it had changed in all of them whether they'd been infected with those alien things or not.
Or maybe Zeke was infected with some kind of alien now, and that was what made him push Casey down on his couch and lick every inch of him. If that was the case...well, Casey had taken on aliens before, and he was pretty sure he liked this alien a lot better than the last one.
~
Ficlet #2 is for taraamber, who requested Tommy/Merton and the words Geophysics and leathery. It's silly, but hey, I wrote something.
There are times when being a wolf comes in handy. There's the whole super speed thing, obviously, which means that he can take a night class and still make it home in time to catch the end of the Packers game. And there's the super smell thing, which means he can tell whether or not Merton's waiting for him in their dorm room before he even makes it up the stairs.
Tonight he's there, sitting at his desk poring over some dusty book he probably dredged up from one of the basement rooms in the library where no one but Merton would ever be caught dead. It smells kind of leathery, which Tommy's learned to associate with magic and plans fueled by that special mixture of genius and crazy that makes up Merton's brain.
Tommy thinks about turning around and walking right back out before Merton realizes he's there, but he hesitates a second too long. "Good, you're back," Merton says when he sees Tommy, eyes lighting up and yeah, that's the 'crazy' part of Merton's brain talking. "We've got a problem. I think the head of the Geophysics department is a vampire."
He doesn't want to ask. He doesn't even want to know, but it's not like that's ever bothered Merton before. It's not bothering him tonight either, because he's already explaining before Tommy can remind him that he's been waiting all week just to catch a few minutes of the game.
"He only teaches evening classes, and every time I've gone by his office during the day he's not there. The secretary keeps brushing me off every time I ask her about him, she's probably one of his minions."
"Merton, why are you stalking the head of the Geometry department?"
"Geophysics, Tommy. At first I just wanted to ask him a few questions about the field and its application to Wicca, but he seemed like he was in a hurry to get away from me, so I figured he must be up to something. And I was right," Merton adds, looking even more pleased with himself than usual. "He's probably too busy out looking for virgins to bite to have an intelligent discussion about the natural sciences."
"Or maybe he just thought you were crazy," Tommy mutters. He drops his backpack on the floor next to his bed and casts a glance at the clock. Chances are the game's already over anyway, so he swallows a sigh and crosses the room to stand in front of Merton. "There haven't been any murders on campus."
"That doesn't mean anything. He could be building a vampire army right now, Tommy."
"I was just outside and I didn't notice any roving bands of bloodsuckers."
"They're probably biding their time, you know, gathering strength. There's a spell in this book I found, if we cast it in the presence of the head vampire it reveals his true nature. I have everything but the blood of a Transylvanian bat, but I'm winning an auction on Goth eBay right now."
It's hard not to roll his eyes, but Tommy manages. He doesn't even laugh. Instead he leans down, breathing in Merton's scent and smiling to himself at the slight increase in Merton's heart rate, and thank whoever for super hearing. "So when does your auction end?"
"Three days and four hours."
"Then we can't do anything about the vampire army tonight, right?"
"Uh...well, there's..."
That's as far as he gets before Tommy cuts him off, shutting Merton up in the only way that's ever worked. When he finally lets Merton up for air they're both breathing heavy, lips swollen and Merton's fingers are digging into the front of Tommy's shirt.
"I guess it can wait."
"Good," Tommy says. He as he pulls Merton out of his chair and kisses him again before he remembers that his Medieval Literature professor is an alien or something.
Granted, there are only two, but like I said...working. It's hard to write quasi-porn when you're constantly being interrupted to give nice little old ladies change for the photocopier. I have such a glamorous job.
Anyway.
Ficlet #1 was requested by onthecontrary, who wanted Zeke/Casey. Inspired by Massive Attack's "Risingson". I'd post the mp3, but I can only hear it in my head because again...at work. There was another Zeke/Casey ficlet I wrote for someone once upon a time, and this could work in that universe. Not that I have a link for you or anything.
It was almost like being high.
Not that he remembered much about being high, but what he did remember was feeling out of control. Free, maybe for the first time in his life, and he never wanted it to stop. It felt like he was falling, ground sliding out from under him and just when he thought he'd hit bottom Zeke was there to pull him back up.
And this was something he never could have predicted, because he was smart but there was no science in the world to measure the way it felt when Zeke leaned in and just...took. Took what he wanted the way he always did, but this time he wanted Casey. Just the thought made him laugh, high and nervous in the back of his throat and then Zeke was there too, quieting him with murmured words that ran together and didn't make any sense, but Casey knew exactly what he was saying.
Relax, and slow down and just enjoy the ride, because Zeke knew what he was doing, so it didn't matter that Casey didn't. Didn't matter that all he could do was dig his fingers into white sheets, into dark hair, into hot skin. It didn't matter that he gasped out loud and bucked up the first time Zeke's mouth touched his cock, didn't matter that Zeke laughed when he did it because it was obvious Zeke liked the affect he had on Casey.
And maybe that was what this was -- some crazy science experiment, a way for Zeke to measure exactly how far Casey would go to get a little attention -- and maybe later he'd even care, but for right now it didn't matter. All he knew was that it was hot and terrifying and right, and Delilah had never touched him like this.
No one had ever touched him like this, and for the first time in his life he was glad, because he was pretty sure that no matter how many people there were after Zeke, none of them would compare. Not when Zeke's mouth fit against his like they were made for each other, his thigh pressed just so between Casey's legs and pressing down just hard enough to make him want more. Even his hands felt perfect, rough and smooth at the same time and skimming over Casey's skin like he couldn't get enough. Like he wanted to touch every inch, to learn Casey the way he learned a new formula for one of his drugs.
That made Casey laugh too, hot and breathy against Zeke's neck and he felt a shudder roll through the body on top of his. It was weird, having that affect on Zeke, but he definitely liked it. Hoped he'd get the chance to do it again -- again and again and again -- before Zeke came to his senses and went back to pretending Casey didn't exist. Only he hadn't done that since Mary Beth, so maybe he wasn't going to. Maybe something had changed in Zeke the way it changed in Casey, the way it had changed in all of them whether they'd been infected with those alien things or not.
Or maybe Zeke was infected with some kind of alien now, and that was what made him push Casey down on his couch and lick every inch of him. If that was the case...well, Casey had taken on aliens before, and he was pretty sure he liked this alien a lot better than the last one.
~
Ficlet #2 is for taraamber, who requested Tommy/Merton and the words Geophysics and leathery. It's silly, but hey, I wrote something.
There are times when being a wolf comes in handy. There's the whole super speed thing, obviously, which means that he can take a night class and still make it home in time to catch the end of the Packers game. And there's the super smell thing, which means he can tell whether or not Merton's waiting for him in their dorm room before he even makes it up the stairs.
Tonight he's there, sitting at his desk poring over some dusty book he probably dredged up from one of the basement rooms in the library where no one but Merton would ever be caught dead. It smells kind of leathery, which Tommy's learned to associate with magic and plans fueled by that special mixture of genius and crazy that makes up Merton's brain.
Tommy thinks about turning around and walking right back out before Merton realizes he's there, but he hesitates a second too long. "Good, you're back," Merton says when he sees Tommy, eyes lighting up and yeah, that's the 'crazy' part of Merton's brain talking. "We've got a problem. I think the head of the Geophysics department is a vampire."
He doesn't want to ask. He doesn't even want to know, but it's not like that's ever bothered Merton before. It's not bothering him tonight either, because he's already explaining before Tommy can remind him that he's been waiting all week just to catch a few minutes of the game.
"He only teaches evening classes, and every time I've gone by his office during the day he's not there. The secretary keeps brushing me off every time I ask her about him, she's probably one of his minions."
"Merton, why are you stalking the head of the Geometry department?"
"Geophysics, Tommy. At first I just wanted to ask him a few questions about the field and its application to Wicca, but he seemed like he was in a hurry to get away from me, so I figured he must be up to something. And I was right," Merton adds, looking even more pleased with himself than usual. "He's probably too busy out looking for virgins to bite to have an intelligent discussion about the natural sciences."
"Or maybe he just thought you were crazy," Tommy mutters. He drops his backpack on the floor next to his bed and casts a glance at the clock. Chances are the game's already over anyway, so he swallows a sigh and crosses the room to stand in front of Merton. "There haven't been any murders on campus."
"That doesn't mean anything. He could be building a vampire army right now, Tommy."
"I was just outside and I didn't notice any roving bands of bloodsuckers."
"They're probably biding their time, you know, gathering strength. There's a spell in this book I found, if we cast it in the presence of the head vampire it reveals his true nature. I have everything but the blood of a Transylvanian bat, but I'm winning an auction on Goth eBay right now."
It's hard not to roll his eyes, but Tommy manages. He doesn't even laugh. Instead he leans down, breathing in Merton's scent and smiling to himself at the slight increase in Merton's heart rate, and thank whoever for super hearing. "So when does your auction end?"
"Three days and four hours."
"Then we can't do anything about the vampire army tonight, right?"
"Uh...well, there's..."
That's as far as he gets before Tommy cuts him off, shutting Merton up in the only way that's ever worked. When he finally lets Merton up for air they're both breathing heavy, lips swollen and Merton's fingers are digging into the front of Tommy's shirt.
"I guess it can wait."
"Good," Tommy says. He as he pulls Merton out of his chair and kisses him again before he remembers that his Medieval Literature professor is an alien or something.