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Well damn. Everyone's doing it.
Request a fic, y'all; Lij was a stinker! I love him so, but oh my. I'm sure it's for something other than "Don-feel-like-it, nyah!" because he is sweet. But he's still a poo!
So yes, anyone who needs a little cheering up, give it up. mews1945 and absolutefiction got the right idea. Go on ahead... even if yer just sad in general over it. I ( Read more... )
Request a fic, y'all; Lij was a stinker! I love him so, but oh my. I'm sure it's for something other than "Don-feel-like-it, nyah!" because he is sweet. But he's still a poo!
So yes, anyone who needs a little cheering up, give it up. mews1945 and absolutefiction got the right idea. Go on ahead... even if yer just sad in general over it. I ( Read more... )
So. A voyeur, eh? Hmm...
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She really HAD come up here just to ask Zeke for an extra blanket; with her and Stan passing out in the living room after a night of fun and drinks in Zeke's living room, she'd woken up feeling cold and stiff. Seeing as Stan was dead out, she shivered her way up the stairs to find out if Zeke had a linen closet... or linens at all, really. The guy was a bit of a slob.
She really HADN'T noticed things in the last few weeks. It was pretty simple; Zeke and Casey just had a good bond now, marking the start of an oddly placed friendship. After all, they were the only two that had made it out almost completely unscathed, minus some injuries and almost becoming some alien minion. So it was only natural for them to hang out a lot. There was nothing unusual about it, even when she saw them sitting on the hood of Zeke's newly fixed car just laughing and talking... Zeke's hand brushing hairs behind Casey's ears. Natural.
She really DID think that the door to her left was the linen closet. She'd been up here before, but couldn't remember which door was which. The odd sounds she heard could be coming from ANY room as the walls were like paper. It didn't mean they were behind THIS door, now did it? In fact, she opened the door really slow and quiet... you never knew if a stack of blankets would fall out and make a mess at your feet. That'd be dreadful.
She really DID have the first instinct to shut the door when she looked in and saw Casey and Zeke on the bed. But hey-- they were just friends. Natural.
It was very natural for Zeke's face to be buried in Casey's groin, nuzzling past the waistband of his underwear. Casey ALWAYS pushed himself up on his elbows to watch Zeke do this, huffing out halted, urgent breaths. And who wouldn't grab the back of Zeke's head to push him along, wriggling their way out of white briefs to offer full access? There was nothing wrong with this at all, therefore, she stood and watched through the small crack of the door.
She wasn't that pleased that they were too tipsy to notice this. It was a lovely thing to finally see for herself what she'd been waiting for for weeks, but it wasn't like she'd won the lottery or anything. This simply confirmed her suspicions that Casey and Zeke were fucking like wild, and that was just fine.
She didn't notice the small whimper she'd let out, but she did feel her skin go warm and shiver at the same time. Seeing your two best friends make out DID that sort of thing, so again-- natche. Completely. It grew a bit more heated in the hallway when Casey lifted up, legs going around Zeke's waist to let Zeke's hand grab his ass hard. She didn't mean to stare, let her mouth water to the point of nearly leaving a puddle of drool at her feet and...
Stokely almost groaned and rolled her eyes at herself. Blankets? No. Impatient to get the chance to watch these two get it on? 'You fucking bet,' she thought.
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Thank you. You are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!!
I wouldn't have left that door either. Blanket be damned. Who would need it after watching a scene such as that? *fans self*
Next time I am in your neck of the woods... or if I ever get up that way... coffee and cream filled donuts on me!
*MWAH!!!!*
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*has a library kink*
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Zeke couldn't help but chuckle at Casey's huffiness; besides, when was Zeke's norm of fucking around two days before a huge report was due a 'we' situation? He leaned on the shelf next to him, staring out the window ahead. "Well, it IS getting dark. When does this damned place close, anyways?"
Casey groaned and got up from the floor, two books in his hand. "Nine on weekdays. Probably because of procrastinating idiots like you."
"Oooh. I'm hurt."
"Good. Now, you needed a book noting the attack on Darien, Georgia. You... DO remember the year, right?"
Pissing Casey off was fun... "Uh... 1853."
"Try ten years after that."
"I was close... look, I'm gonna write this tonight. I DO know how to read."
"I'm very surprised. C'mon, Zeke... you've been doing really well lately. I don't wanna see you slip up," Casey lamented. Zeke had to sigh; Casey really did care when no one else did. It was probably why Zeke's grades were moving up at an alarming rate. Casey didn't read Zeke's inner thoughts; he shook his head as he opened the book, scanning through a few paragraphs. Zeke sauntered over and put his hand to the binding, shutting it. Before Casey could look up and protest Zeke's hand was on his cheek, stroking just under his eye with his thumb.
"Robert Gould Shaw, born October 10, 1837... to Boston abolishinists..." he murmured, moving his lips to Casey's for just a tiny breath of a kiss. The words rolled onto Casey's face, making him shudder. "A Unitarian, went to Harvard for three years then joined the 7th New York Infantry Regiment..."
"Zeke..." Casey whispered shakily, eyes darting to look out the small opening of books to the front desk-- about three or four yards away...
"Served with the 2nd Massachusetts Infantry, promoted from lieutenant to captain after Antietam. Good guy." Zeke murmured directly into Casey's ear, giving it a small suck to the lobe. He felt Casey's body jolt as Zeke put his hand to his denim clad cock. "Hard already..."
"Z-Zeke! She's... librarian, she's coming by with a thing... cart..."
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"ZEKE!!" Casey hissed, eyes bugging out as Zeke's hand reached down and took hold of his hardened shaft. He was panting heavier with the strong, slow strokes Zeke gave him now. Zeke leaned on the shelf, putting his right elbow up against the hole in the bookshelf, casual as you please while enjoying the panicked expression Casey wore.
"After making Colonel in April, they attacked the town of Darien Georgia... in 1863, for now good reason at all. It was a small town with no importance..."
"You sound very well learned on this subject, young man!"
Zeke looked through the wall of books, finding the librarian on the other side stuffing volumes on the shelf. "I'm a Civil War enthusiast," he replied, giving Casey a harder, well timed stroooke. She turned with a smile, obviously not hearing Casey's strangled, muted 'ungggh!'.
"Oh, as am I! You're speaking of Robert Shaw, leader of the 54th, right?"
"Yea... cool, you know this, huh?" Zeke said, smiling wide; the feel of Casey's pre-cum moment on his fingers made his day. The boy was biting down, hard on his wrist to keep from screaming.
"Yes, yes! Did you ever see 'Glory'? What a fantastic, inspiring movie that was." the librarian added. Zeke shifted feet, hand clenching tighter and working up and down, faster, faster...
"I LOVED Morgan Freeman in that. He's one of my favorite actors ever." Zeke said in the most scholarly, polite voice.
"Oh yes-- I'm glad Denzel had taken 'Best Supporting Role' for his part, too,"
Casey was jolting forward shamelessly; Zeke looked to him a moment, seeing his teeth clenched, biting his tongue. Zeke sighed in delight as bursts of warm wet fell on his palm and wrist. He wasn't expecting Casey's arm to fly from under his chin to the stack of books next to him; unsure that he'd finished the job, Zeke's hand abruptly left Casey as they all jumped, books on the librarian's side clattering to the floor with the force of Casey's elbow hitting them all. "OH!" she cried out, whirling around to see Casey's arm flop through, his shocked and horrified face poking out. Zeke's chest tightened considerably.
"S-Sorry!!" Casey cried, turning to Zeke and giving him the most murderous look he'd ever handed out. Zeke bit the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Sorry... he's a bit clutzy..." Zeke said. He'd pay for it later; that and the fact that Casey was going to have to hang his shirt really low over the dark spot on the front of his jeans...
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Oh man. That several different kinds of hot.
guh.
*saves*
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