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[honeyandvinegar]

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

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[honeyandvinegar]

"Well maybe if you'd done this EARLIER, we wouldn't be in such a rush!"

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..."