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Title: Casual Vulnerabilities
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: It’s never gonna go anywhere; it’s just a fling. For the "Three Days" challenge in contrelamontre
Disclaimer: Ain’t no way I own this stuff- if I did, ya think I’d be writing about it? I’d be living it.
X-posted to honeyandvinegar, being_chased, jacked_up
Started 4:07
June 8th
He'd almost leapt out of bed, screamed and ran away. He didn't know where the hell he'd have gone, seeing as this was HIS bedroom. The fact that Casey Connor was laying in Zeke's bed was the problem at hand; not that they'd never fallen asleep after watching movies or hanging out, sometimes right next to each other. But never completely and entirely nude, as BOTH of them were right now.
Zeke sat up, moving very slowly to not wake the boy up. He needed to think, God damn it. He recollected what he could remember from the night before; Casey had come over to celebrate their graduation two days before, bringing a case of cheap beer. Zeke had laughed at his stupidity in choosing booze, but they drank it anyways, along with a bottle of wine Zeke SWORE he'd never open. It had been his father's, brought home from his trip to Spain...
Zeke shook his head a bit, trying to clear the cobwebs. They'd gotten quite plastered; if he couldn't have remembered this detail, his head would have reminded him. Fuck, it was pounding. At one point, he KNEW he'd gone outside with Casey to just sit around and watch the bats flying in his yard. They always did that, and Casey loved bats. They'd decided however that it was too hot, and for whatever reason Zeke's drunken state made him fill up his old kiddy pool from when he'd been seven years old. He cringed a bit; shit.
"I didn't bring a ssssuit,"
"So??"
Yup, that's when it ALL started. Zeke groaned low in his throat, remembering tossing off his clothes and getting into the extremely small space. He'd teased Casey about his immaculately clean underwear, and how his mommy always made sure that if he was ever in an accident, the EMTs would notice how nice his underwear was.
So- they'd been skinny-dipping in his backyard, in a turtle shaped kiddy pool Zeke hadn't used since second grade. Drinking expensive Spanish wine... what the FUCK had Zeke been fucking thinking?? Holy Jesus.
Towels. They didn't have towels. Ohh fuck...
They'd shivered their drunk-assed selves inside, giggling like idiots when Zeke stopped abruptly in his steps, feeling a pebble in his foot. Casey hadn't notice and blundered his way straight into Zeke, sending them both to the floor. After they stopped yelling curses and giggling, Zeke had simply grabbed Casey and slid him in a wet squeak along the linoleum of the kitchen towards him.
'What was I SUPPOSED to have done??' Zeke thought desperately. It was all his fault; HE'D been the one to pull Casey into a kiss, HE'D been the one who managed to get them upstairs to his room, HE'D been the one shoving Casey's legs on his shoulders and nailing him into the bed. Not that Casey didn't WANT it, of course. The shaky "Y-yes, yes, ye-e-sss..." strings he'd uttered proved it'd been very okay for him. Zeke had fucked before, oh yes... but from what he recalled he couldn't help feeling like everything inside him was exposed, leaving him easy-to-hurt and nervous. He didn't want to hurt Casey, or himself, but...
Zeke was going to turn around, nudge Casey awake and explain how sorry he was for making this terrible mistake. Zeke winced to himself at the thought; mistake? That wouldn't go well. Thinking hard, Zeke tried every explanation he could think of; well, he wasn't gay. But his actions the night before at LEAST prove he had SOME attraction to guys. Well, he wasn't gay normally. It'd just been the cheap beer and expensive wine talking... well, fucking. Yea, that was it. Zeke tensed his jaw, ready to turn around, when a soft, content sigh sounded off next to him.
"Hi,"
Zeke bit his lip and turned to the half-asleep boy next to him. For a moment he just stared; hair way out of place, eyes glistening with sleepiness, naked shoulder jutting out from under the sheet close to his ear. Fuck- Casey wasn't smiling. Zeke didn't like it when Casey didn't smile.
"Hey," he said, forcing a small grin on his face. THAT'S when Casey's lips turned up, and Zeke deduced... eh, just a one time thing, really. It'd been damned good, but they could stay friends just fine.
*****
June 8th
Zeke drove out of the parking lot of work, his hands gripping the wheel hard. The wheels screeched onto the main road as they always did, making Zeke feel like he had the biggest cock in the world.
Well, right now he wasn't so sure.
Casey had probably been with a few guys at school; after all, they'd both decided that while their 'sexual encounters' the summer before had been fantastic, there was no reason to sit back and stay celibate while Casey was at art college on the east coast. Zeke hadn't stayed that way; though it'd only been one time.
It wasn't for lack of trying. Zeke was ready to prove that he wasn't into guys (at least guys not named "Casey Connor") by heading to clubs and bars to pick up girls. He'd see one he thought might be worth his time, saunter up and turn on the charm. They all fell for it, of course; their demeanor would switch from just 'sitting around' to curling their hips when they'd turn to him, smiling seductively and wanting something, something so obvious it hurt. Those hips were too wide, and their smiles didn't have a small, darkened gap in the middle. They never smelled like coconut shampoo or had cameras strapped to their necks. They weren't wide-eyed-innocence, small but brave, anything Zeke wanted. Zeke didn't want ANYTHING he would set out to look for.
He'd spent one entire night sitting in front of a bar in the next town over, contemplating his reasons for being here. The guys hangiong out outside seemed pleasant, talking and laughing. One of them was small and very cute, but taller than Zeke preferred. What he'd been thinking in coming here... he wasn't GAY.
None of these guys appealed to him; yes, he was sitting in his car watching people go in, but he didn't picture ANY of them going home with him. What the hell was WRONG with him?? He couldn't find the right girl, couldn't find the right GUY... the one-night-stand he'd had with... Claudia- or Cassie- anyways- hadn't given him ANYTHING to work with. Zeke was as frustrated as ever. He'd called Casey that night and explained some of these feelings, his words stammering all over the place. Casey didn't say much; it was odd, since usually Casey was the little chatterbox talking Zeke's ear off. It felt good; Zeke needed to talk. All the 'whys' and 'what the fucks' were laid out; at the very end Casey said he understood, completely. He'd also tried going on a date with a girl from one of his photography classes, having it fail miserably. Even though they'd both made the decision to make things casual, seeing other people... Zeke had to swallow and not slam the phone down. He'd been hurt, though it took him weeks to admit it.
NOW however, he was nervous. It'd been a good six months since Christmas break, and he was desperate. It'd been WHOLLY unfair that the first two weeks after Casey got home from college, his parents dragged him off to visit family in Michigan. He needed that boy more, and didn't care how selfish it felt th=o think it. He needed that boy more.
Zeke pulled the car down Falley Street, shivering. Casey was at #32, just five houses down...
Casey was sitting on his porch, waiting. Zeke pulled up and looked over, all nervousness gone and lips curling up. Casey practically leapt from the stairs and ran over, Zeke barely having time to get out of the car. His back was slammed into the driver's side door by Casey's eager embrace; Zeke returned it, laughing. "Man Connor, did you eat at school or what--" Zeke chuckled out in feeling his even smaller frame. He didn't have time to say any more before Casey grabbed his face and pulled him into a hard, passionate kiss. For a split second, Zeke hoped Casey's parents weren't looking out the window. The next second, he didn't care. He was lost in coconut shampoo and the feel of Casey's sweet tooth-gap on his tongue.
*****
June 8th
"I thank God for 'Icehouse',"
Casey turned to Zeke with an incredulous grin. "Huh? The beer?"
Zeke nodded, passing Casey a lit cigarette. Casey shoved the sheet covering his chest down as he moved on his side, taking it. Zeke stared at the ceiling of his room, sighing deeply. "Yup. The beer. The pisswater you'd picked up that night,"
"What ni-- OH!" Casey suddenly exclaimed with a laugh. "THAT night,"
"Uh huh," Zeke said, a smile climbing onto his lips. "You really thought you were the shit stealing that from your parents' basement,"
"Oh shut up,"
"You did though. You were so proud of your thievery until I laughed my ass off. No wonder the case was so fucking dusty; your mom probably bought it and your dad said 'gee thanks honey', then stuffed it in the dark caverns of the basement to go forgotten," Zeke joked, all the while getting little ineffective punches at his arm. Zeke chuckled heartily as he pulled away to try to escape. "They'll never know their bad-ass son stole it. They'd probably thank you for it,"
"You asshole," Casey said, shoving him harder; Zeke grabbed one of Casey's wrists and pulled him close, almost pushing Casey's lit cigarette in the other hand into his eye.
"Careful!!"
"You grabbed me, dickweed!"
"Dickweed, eh? AND asshole... you're so good to me," Zeke joked, patting Casey's hair. It turned to long soft strokes as Casey smiled.
"I must have something that's kept you around the last four years," Casey said with a cocked eyebrow. Zeke shrugged.
"Eh, I guess,"
"You guess; four years ago you were stammering out how 'we shouldn't take this TOO seriously... I mean, y'now... it was awesome but... bla bla bla... excuses... I really fucking want you and only you...'" Casey teased in a deep voice, mocking Zeke's. Zeke pushed up at him, making Casey chuckle. "But you're so addicted to my ass you can't help it."
"Oh please..."
"Face it, Zeke. I got what you waaaant," he drawled, waggling his eyebrows. Zeke smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"It's the wine talking," Zeke replied, taking a slow drag. Casey frowned.
"So you've been drunk all this time??" Casey asked. Zeke paused, lips parted as he stared up at the silhouetted curves of Casey's jaw and temple, hair curling under and over his ear haphazardly. He swallowed hard, something hot and vulnerable swelling from his very core and out. He moved his hand to Casey's cheek and brushed it with his fingertips. Casey's amused gaze wavered, lips twitching.
"Yea." Zeke irked out, taking Casey's chin and bringing him down to kiss, gently, smooth, lovely.
Ended: 5:14
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: It’s never gonna go anywhere; it’s just a fling. For the "Three Days" challenge in contrelamontre
Disclaimer: Ain’t no way I own this stuff- if I did, ya think I’d be writing about it? I’d be living it.
X-posted to honeyandvinegar, being_chased, jacked_up
Started 4:07
June 8th
He'd almost leapt out of bed, screamed and ran away. He didn't know where the hell he'd have gone, seeing as this was HIS bedroom. The fact that Casey Connor was laying in Zeke's bed was the problem at hand; not that they'd never fallen asleep after watching movies or hanging out, sometimes right next to each other. But never completely and entirely nude, as BOTH of them were right now.
Zeke sat up, moving very slowly to not wake the boy up. He needed to think, God damn it. He recollected what he could remember from the night before; Casey had come over to celebrate their graduation two days before, bringing a case of cheap beer. Zeke had laughed at his stupidity in choosing booze, but they drank it anyways, along with a bottle of wine Zeke SWORE he'd never open. It had been his father's, brought home from his trip to Spain...
Zeke shook his head a bit, trying to clear the cobwebs. They'd gotten quite plastered; if he couldn't have remembered this detail, his head would have reminded him. Fuck, it was pounding. At one point, he KNEW he'd gone outside with Casey to just sit around and watch the bats flying in his yard. They always did that, and Casey loved bats. They'd decided however that it was too hot, and for whatever reason Zeke's drunken state made him fill up his old kiddy pool from when he'd been seven years old. He cringed a bit; shit.
"I didn't bring a ssssuit,"
"So??"
Yup, that's when it ALL started. Zeke groaned low in his throat, remembering tossing off his clothes and getting into the extremely small space. He'd teased Casey about his immaculately clean underwear, and how his mommy always made sure that if he was ever in an accident, the EMTs would notice how nice his underwear was.
So- they'd been skinny-dipping in his backyard, in a turtle shaped kiddy pool Zeke hadn't used since second grade. Drinking expensive Spanish wine... what the FUCK had Zeke been fucking thinking?? Holy Jesus.
Towels. They didn't have towels. Ohh fuck...
They'd shivered their drunk-assed selves inside, giggling like idiots when Zeke stopped abruptly in his steps, feeling a pebble in his foot. Casey hadn't notice and blundered his way straight into Zeke, sending them both to the floor. After they stopped yelling curses and giggling, Zeke had simply grabbed Casey and slid him in a wet squeak along the linoleum of the kitchen towards him.
'What was I SUPPOSED to have done??' Zeke thought desperately. It was all his fault; HE'D been the one to pull Casey into a kiss, HE'D been the one who managed to get them upstairs to his room, HE'D been the one shoving Casey's legs on his shoulders and nailing him into the bed. Not that Casey didn't WANT it, of course. The shaky "Y-yes, yes, ye-e-sss..." strings he'd uttered proved it'd been very okay for him. Zeke had fucked before, oh yes... but from what he recalled he couldn't help feeling like everything inside him was exposed, leaving him easy-to-hurt and nervous. He didn't want to hurt Casey, or himself, but...
Zeke was going to turn around, nudge Casey awake and explain how sorry he was for making this terrible mistake. Zeke winced to himself at the thought; mistake? That wouldn't go well. Thinking hard, Zeke tried every explanation he could think of; well, he wasn't gay. But his actions the night before at LEAST prove he had SOME attraction to guys. Well, he wasn't gay normally. It'd just been the cheap beer and expensive wine talking... well, fucking. Yea, that was it. Zeke tensed his jaw, ready to turn around, when a soft, content sigh sounded off next to him.
"Hi,"
Zeke bit his lip and turned to the half-asleep boy next to him. For a moment he just stared; hair way out of place, eyes glistening with sleepiness, naked shoulder jutting out from under the sheet close to his ear. Fuck- Casey wasn't smiling. Zeke didn't like it when Casey didn't smile.
"Hey," he said, forcing a small grin on his face. THAT'S when Casey's lips turned up, and Zeke deduced... eh, just a one time thing, really. It'd been damned good, but they could stay friends just fine.
*****
June 8th
Zeke drove out of the parking lot of work, his hands gripping the wheel hard. The wheels screeched onto the main road as they always did, making Zeke feel like he had the biggest cock in the world.
Well, right now he wasn't so sure.
Casey had probably been with a few guys at school; after all, they'd both decided that while their 'sexual encounters' the summer before had been fantastic, there was no reason to sit back and stay celibate while Casey was at art college on the east coast. Zeke hadn't stayed that way; though it'd only been one time.
It wasn't for lack of trying. Zeke was ready to prove that he wasn't into guys (at least guys not named "Casey Connor") by heading to clubs and bars to pick up girls. He'd see one he thought might be worth his time, saunter up and turn on the charm. They all fell for it, of course; their demeanor would switch from just 'sitting around' to curling their hips when they'd turn to him, smiling seductively and wanting something, something so obvious it hurt. Those hips were too wide, and their smiles didn't have a small, darkened gap in the middle. They never smelled like coconut shampoo or had cameras strapped to their necks. They weren't wide-eyed-innocence, small but brave, anything Zeke wanted. Zeke didn't want ANYTHING he would set out to look for.
He'd spent one entire night sitting in front of a bar in the next town over, contemplating his reasons for being here. The guys hangiong out outside seemed pleasant, talking and laughing. One of them was small and very cute, but taller than Zeke preferred. What he'd been thinking in coming here... he wasn't GAY.
None of these guys appealed to him; yes, he was sitting in his car watching people go in, but he didn't picture ANY of them going home with him. What the hell was WRONG with him?? He couldn't find the right girl, couldn't find the right GUY... the one-night-stand he'd had with... Claudia- or Cassie- anyways- hadn't given him ANYTHING to work with. Zeke was as frustrated as ever. He'd called Casey that night and explained some of these feelings, his words stammering all over the place. Casey didn't say much; it was odd, since usually Casey was the little chatterbox talking Zeke's ear off. It felt good; Zeke needed to talk. All the 'whys' and 'what the fucks' were laid out; at the very end Casey said he understood, completely. He'd also tried going on a date with a girl from one of his photography classes, having it fail miserably. Even though they'd both made the decision to make things casual, seeing other people... Zeke had to swallow and not slam the phone down. He'd been hurt, though it took him weeks to admit it.
NOW however, he was nervous. It'd been a good six months since Christmas break, and he was desperate. It'd been WHOLLY unfair that the first two weeks after Casey got home from college, his parents dragged him off to visit family in Michigan. He needed that boy more, and didn't care how selfish it felt th=o think it. He needed that boy more.
Zeke pulled the car down Falley Street, shivering. Casey was at #32, just five houses down...
Casey was sitting on his porch, waiting. Zeke pulled up and looked over, all nervousness gone and lips curling up. Casey practically leapt from the stairs and ran over, Zeke barely having time to get out of the car. His back was slammed into the driver's side door by Casey's eager embrace; Zeke returned it, laughing. "Man Connor, did you eat at school or what--" Zeke chuckled out in feeling his even smaller frame. He didn't have time to say any more before Casey grabbed his face and pulled him into a hard, passionate kiss. For a split second, Zeke hoped Casey's parents weren't looking out the window. The next second, he didn't care. He was lost in coconut shampoo and the feel of Casey's sweet tooth-gap on his tongue.
*****
June 8th
"I thank God for 'Icehouse',"
Casey turned to Zeke with an incredulous grin. "Huh? The beer?"
Zeke nodded, passing Casey a lit cigarette. Casey shoved the sheet covering his chest down as he moved on his side, taking it. Zeke stared at the ceiling of his room, sighing deeply. "Yup. The beer. The pisswater you'd picked up that night,"
"What ni-- OH!" Casey suddenly exclaimed with a laugh. "THAT night,"
"Uh huh," Zeke said, a smile climbing onto his lips. "You really thought you were the shit stealing that from your parents' basement,"
"Oh shut up,"
"You did though. You were so proud of your thievery until I laughed my ass off. No wonder the case was so fucking dusty; your mom probably bought it and your dad said 'gee thanks honey', then stuffed it in the dark caverns of the basement to go forgotten," Zeke joked, all the while getting little ineffective punches at his arm. Zeke chuckled heartily as he pulled away to try to escape. "They'll never know their bad-ass son stole it. They'd probably thank you for it,"
"You asshole," Casey said, shoving him harder; Zeke grabbed one of Casey's wrists and pulled him close, almost pushing Casey's lit cigarette in the other hand into his eye.
"Careful!!"
"You grabbed me, dickweed!"
"Dickweed, eh? AND asshole... you're so good to me," Zeke joked, patting Casey's hair. It turned to long soft strokes as Casey smiled.
"I must have something that's kept you around the last four years," Casey said with a cocked eyebrow. Zeke shrugged.
"Eh, I guess,"
"You guess; four years ago you were stammering out how 'we shouldn't take this TOO seriously... I mean, y'now... it was awesome but... bla bla bla... excuses... I really fucking want you and only you...'" Casey teased in a deep voice, mocking Zeke's. Zeke pushed up at him, making Casey chuckle. "But you're so addicted to my ass you can't help it."
"Oh please..."
"Face it, Zeke. I got what you waaaant," he drawled, waggling his eyebrows. Zeke smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"It's the wine talking," Zeke replied, taking a slow drag. Casey frowned.
"So you've been drunk all this time??" Casey asked. Zeke paused, lips parted as he stared up at the silhouetted curves of Casey's jaw and temple, hair curling under and over his ear haphazardly. He swallowed hard, something hot and vulnerable swelling from his very core and out. He moved his hand to Casey's cheek and brushed it with his fingertips. Casey's amused gaze wavered, lips twitching.
"Yea." Zeke irked out, taking Casey's chin and bringing him down to kiss, gently, smooth, lovely.
Ended: 5:14