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Title: Your Unexpected Song
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: Light R for language
Synopsis: Written for the contrelamontre 60 min. "Music" Challenge; Pre-invasion Casey gets a bit of insight to the school's #1 degenerate.
Posted to honeyandvinegar, contrelamontre
Started: 11:02
Sometimes when things are really at their worst, Casey has no choice but to skip class. It's too often that his nose gets bashed in, or he's trying to walk off a limp. Teachers had grown wise to the football team's antics when it came to bullying, and started pushing the principal and other school officials to stop ignoring their cruelty and actually punish the bastards. After a stupid class conference in the auditorium, it only seemed to get worse.
Casey had been warned that if he even just went to the nurse, he was going to pay for it. He knew why; they'd press him for information, get it, and then suspend at least three of the footballers for a week at school and from playing in the big game tonight with the 'Canton Cannons'. What was dizziness, a bloody nose and a large bump on the head compared to pissing off the whole school by reporting such things?
He knew better than to try to leave early; the school had ALSO cracked down on skippers by placing "guards" at the exits, keeping the students in school. The back of the auditorium was safe this time of day, anyway, and the darkened recesses of the backstage calmed Casey... sort of. The entire hall was vacated; the band would come for their Friday "pre-game practice" after school, milling around the band hall. By that time, Casey will have been home about a half an hour or so.
"Christ," Casey muttered shakily as he pressed the tissue harder into the bleeding orifice. He wonders on what he'll tell Mrs. Vasser come Monday on why he'd not shown up for English Lit. He's at least grateful that Gabe and his minions waited until right before last period to do this; at least he isn't going to serve more than one detention. He curled further into his corner and sighed, thinking of how lovely his bed would feel when he got home...
Just as he felt like he was going to drop off anyway, he frowned at the sound of music coming from the hallway. He looked towards the door and blinked a few times. Well fuck. Whatever was being played by whoever playing it... it had to be Martin McCall, the band's piano player. Normally Casey wouldn't care; it wasn't like they dragged the piano out on the football field. Martin only played at concerts and the like.
Casey kept listening, actually starting to enjoy the sound. He usually wanted it completely quiet during times like these, and if there had to be music, it HAD to be quiet and soothing. He'd often put Enya on when he'd get home in an effort to chill him out.
But Martin sounded like he was rehearsing for the London Opera. Casey let himself smile while listening to the talented playing; it made him stand up to move closer and creak the door open wider. Notes piled on notes in perfect order, resounding and bouncing off the walls. It suddenly wasn't enough; Casey opened the door wider and with a quick glance around the hall, he left his sanctuary and walked to the band room. It's door was only opened a small crack, impressing him further. "Damn, Martin," Casey murmured as he opened it.
Looking inside made him freeze in his tracks. He still looked for Martin, even though there was only one piano, with one person sitting at it. It finally registered that there simply WAS no Martin, but a Zeke Tyler sitting on the bench, playing with fervor. Casey blinked faster, taking in the sight; the sound, fuck, the smell... perhaps the music was on fire, but it wasn't causing the trail of smoke Casey caught billowing past the back of Zeke's head. Casey caught sight of a cigarette being puffed; Jesus, only Zeke would end up smoking in the band room...
But Zeke was the least expected person, in probably the entire school, to be caught in the middle of playing an elaborate piano sonata. 'Chopsticks', maybe. Not this. Casey felt hypnotized just watching the senior boy's hands, flying over the keys in an attempt to pound out probably the most beautiful music Casey had ever heard come out of this room. Casey finally snapped out of it and smiled. "Wow... you're really go--"
The playing stopped with a jarring end, hands falling haphazardly on the keys, making Casey jump a little. Zeke whipped around to find Casey standing there; the look in his eyes alone made Casey's heart stop. 'Well fuck. He's gonna kill me.'
The silence went on a few more moments before Zeke made a low growl. Casey swallowed hard as the older boy clenched the end of his cigarette with his calloused fingers, snuffing it out. 'All that, and he plays like this...?'
"The fuck are you doing here?" Zeke snapped. Casey knew he'd most likely just earned himself a beating in revealing himself alone, never mind what he blurted out in reply.
"What... were you playing...?" he asked with hesitation.
Zeke narrowed his eyes further, looking perplexed. "The fuck... are you doing here, I asked?"
"I was just..."
"Skipping class? What, did you get your ass beat, again?" Zeke asked with a growing sneer. It made Casey's defenses pile up, allowing his own frown.
"This coming from a guy who skips class to sell drugs and porn in the parking lot to other fucker-offers," Casey retorted back. "Not today though, huh, Rockmaninoff?"
"First off..." Zeke started, standing up with a groan. A cruel smile crossedhis lips as he walked over to the boy. "It was Beethoven I was playing, Allegro Assai from Appassionata Sonata, Op. 57... and secondly..."
Casey felt a squirm; he tried to hide it as Zeke got even closer, the tips of his toes nearly touching Casey's. Zeke sighed and bent his face close. "I'll fucking kill you if you tell anyone," he finished.
"Jesus..." Casey muttered, working hard to keep his own gaze solid, matching Zeke's intensity. "Like I'd care enough to spread gossip about you."
Zeke smirked and stood straight again. Casey expected him to simply walk out, leaving Casey to stew in threats. Instead, Zeke turned back to the band room and returned to the piano. Casey watched carefully, still expecting something from the imposing, living threat of a boy. Another cigarette was lit, Zeke's throat cleared and his hands went back to the keys.
He didn't seem so threatening when the music returned, starting up where Casey had interrupted. The fear slid from Casey's skin and bones; to be honest, this was too fascinating to leave behind. Casey got to thinking that he might've been the only person in the world to witness this; he hadn't given a shit about Zeke before, really. He was just some little deviant, selling odd contraband to other losers.
Now Casey was picturing Zeke at home with a grand piano, playing like a man possessed. It was a really cool image, actually. As much as Casey might've scowled about Zeke's underhanded lifestyle, he was cool. It was undeniable.
So instead of leaving with the hopes that Zeke wouldn't go through with some beat-down on Monday (something Zeke had never bothered with before, but now...?), he chanced that beating today, going to the small worn-leather sofa to Zeke's right. He kept his eyes on the young man as he sat; Zeke darted a blank glance Casey's way as he continued playing. Not feeling any malice stem out from him, Casey lay on his side, realizing that his head had started to feel a lot better, and the bleeding had stopped. He closed his eyes and smiled, letting Zeke's playing drift over him like ocean waves and honey.
~*~
Finished: 11:51
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: Light R for language
Synopsis: Written for the contrelamontre 60 min. "Music" Challenge; Pre-invasion Casey gets a bit of insight to the school's #1 degenerate.
Posted to honeyandvinegar, contrelamontre
Started: 11:02
Sometimes when things are really at their worst, Casey has no choice but to skip class. It's too often that his nose gets bashed in, or he's trying to walk off a limp. Teachers had grown wise to the football team's antics when it came to bullying, and started pushing the principal and other school officials to stop ignoring their cruelty and actually punish the bastards. After a stupid class conference in the auditorium, it only seemed to get worse.
Casey had been warned that if he even just went to the nurse, he was going to pay for it. He knew why; they'd press him for information, get it, and then suspend at least three of the footballers for a week at school and from playing in the big game tonight with the 'Canton Cannons'. What was dizziness, a bloody nose and a large bump on the head compared to pissing off the whole school by reporting such things?
He knew better than to try to leave early; the school had ALSO cracked down on skippers by placing "guards" at the exits, keeping the students in school. The back of the auditorium was safe this time of day, anyway, and the darkened recesses of the backstage calmed Casey... sort of. The entire hall was vacated; the band would come for their Friday "pre-game practice" after school, milling around the band hall. By that time, Casey will have been home about a half an hour or so.
"Christ," Casey muttered shakily as he pressed the tissue harder into the bleeding orifice. He wonders on what he'll tell Mrs. Vasser come Monday on why he'd not shown up for English Lit. He's at least grateful that Gabe and his minions waited until right before last period to do this; at least he isn't going to serve more than one detention. He curled further into his corner and sighed, thinking of how lovely his bed would feel when he got home...
Just as he felt like he was going to drop off anyway, he frowned at the sound of music coming from the hallway. He looked towards the door and blinked a few times. Well fuck. Whatever was being played by whoever playing it... it had to be Martin McCall, the band's piano player. Normally Casey wouldn't care; it wasn't like they dragged the piano out on the football field. Martin only played at concerts and the like.
Casey kept listening, actually starting to enjoy the sound. He usually wanted it completely quiet during times like these, and if there had to be music, it HAD to be quiet and soothing. He'd often put Enya on when he'd get home in an effort to chill him out.
But Martin sounded like he was rehearsing for the London Opera. Casey let himself smile while listening to the talented playing; it made him stand up to move closer and creak the door open wider. Notes piled on notes in perfect order, resounding and bouncing off the walls. It suddenly wasn't enough; Casey opened the door wider and with a quick glance around the hall, he left his sanctuary and walked to the band room. It's door was only opened a small crack, impressing him further. "Damn, Martin," Casey murmured as he opened it.
Looking inside made him freeze in his tracks. He still looked for Martin, even though there was only one piano, with one person sitting at it. It finally registered that there simply WAS no Martin, but a Zeke Tyler sitting on the bench, playing with fervor. Casey blinked faster, taking in the sight; the sound, fuck, the smell... perhaps the music was on fire, but it wasn't causing the trail of smoke Casey caught billowing past the back of Zeke's head. Casey caught sight of a cigarette being puffed; Jesus, only Zeke would end up smoking in the band room...
But Zeke was the least expected person, in probably the entire school, to be caught in the middle of playing an elaborate piano sonata. 'Chopsticks', maybe. Not this. Casey felt hypnotized just watching the senior boy's hands, flying over the keys in an attempt to pound out probably the most beautiful music Casey had ever heard come out of this room. Casey finally snapped out of it and smiled. "Wow... you're really go--"
The playing stopped with a jarring end, hands falling haphazardly on the keys, making Casey jump a little. Zeke whipped around to find Casey standing there; the look in his eyes alone made Casey's heart stop. 'Well fuck. He's gonna kill me.'
The silence went on a few more moments before Zeke made a low growl. Casey swallowed hard as the older boy clenched the end of his cigarette with his calloused fingers, snuffing it out. 'All that, and he plays like this...?'
"The fuck are you doing here?" Zeke snapped. Casey knew he'd most likely just earned himself a beating in revealing himself alone, never mind what he blurted out in reply.
"What... were you playing...?" he asked with hesitation.
Zeke narrowed his eyes further, looking perplexed. "The fuck... are you doing here, I asked?"
"I was just..."
"Skipping class? What, did you get your ass beat, again?" Zeke asked with a growing sneer. It made Casey's defenses pile up, allowing his own frown.
"This coming from a guy who skips class to sell drugs and porn in the parking lot to other fucker-offers," Casey retorted back. "Not today though, huh, Rockmaninoff?"
"First off..." Zeke started, standing up with a groan. A cruel smile crossedhis lips as he walked over to the boy. "It was Beethoven I was playing, Allegro Assai from Appassionata Sonata, Op. 57... and secondly..."
Casey felt a squirm; he tried to hide it as Zeke got even closer, the tips of his toes nearly touching Casey's. Zeke sighed and bent his face close. "I'll fucking kill you if you tell anyone," he finished.
"Jesus..." Casey muttered, working hard to keep his own gaze solid, matching Zeke's intensity. "Like I'd care enough to spread gossip about you."
Zeke smirked and stood straight again. Casey expected him to simply walk out, leaving Casey to stew in threats. Instead, Zeke turned back to the band room and returned to the piano. Casey watched carefully, still expecting something from the imposing, living threat of a boy. Another cigarette was lit, Zeke's throat cleared and his hands went back to the keys.
He didn't seem so threatening when the music returned, starting up where Casey had interrupted. The fear slid from Casey's skin and bones; to be honest, this was too fascinating to leave behind. Casey got to thinking that he might've been the only person in the world to witness this; he hadn't given a shit about Zeke before, really. He was just some little deviant, selling odd contraband to other losers.
Now Casey was picturing Zeke at home with a grand piano, playing like a man possessed. It was a really cool image, actually. As much as Casey might've scowled about Zeke's underhanded lifestyle, he was cool. It was undeniable.
So instead of leaving with the hopes that Zeke wouldn't go through with some beat-down on Monday (something Zeke had never bothered with before, but now...?), he chanced that beating today, going to the small worn-leather sofa to Zeke's right. He kept his eyes on the young man as he sat; Zeke darted a blank glance Casey's way as he continued playing. Not feeling any malice stem out from him, Casey lay on his side, realizing that his head had started to feel a lot better, and the bleeding had stopped. He closed his eyes and smiled, letting Zeke's playing drift over him like ocean waves and honey.
~*~
Finished: 11:51