Freaky Deaky
Because of mindless amounts of grumpiness all 'round, here there and everywhere I gotta do up the
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Title: Purple Passioned Toes
Pairing: F/S, F/Z
Rating: Light R, not even, lol.
Synopsis: Things need figuring out for everyone involved...
Previous Partages:
FREKE!, Burglars, Four Wheelin', Competition!, Too Much Food, Philiacs-Plushophilia, Shotgun, Mud and Mops, A Shortcut to Mushed Pride, Frodo, #3, HIKE!, Stamp Collections, Hey... Baby., Lovesick in the Shrubbery, Getting a Time-Out, I'da Baked a Cake
Zeke had never seen so many jars of jam or homeade shortbread cookies in all his life. The students of Herrington high had taken to their gifts with great gusto, and no one could blame them. Not even the teachers were upholding the rules of 'no snacks in class', as they couldn't keep their own hands off the stuff. The blackboards were going to need a good cleaning that night.
Zeke was feeling better about it all, yet still had so much to think on. At the end of the day, he walked out of school with his hands deep in his pockets, his brain deep in thought. While he, Casey and Frodo had shared a nice lunch together, he still had to consider the situation as it stood...
Ever since Casey had kicked MaryBeth's behind backwards a month before, right after school started, Zeke's admiration had grown for the boy. No one knew it, but Zeke had harbored a slight fascination for young men half his size. Their friendship had strengthened and they'd started hanging out together more often. The morning after Casey's first sleepover at Zeke's, Zeke couldn't help but watch as he slept. He was so... goddamn it, so fucking CUTE. Much cuter than Mr. Bear... not to mention warmer. All he could do in the last month was imagine Casey wearing pink bunny ears and a tail. It was getting a bit scary after a while.
Then Frodo had arrived; it'd meant doom for Zeke from the second he'd laid eyes on the hobbit. He wasn't just small and cute; he was teeny and adorable. Zeke loved to pinch his darling pointed ears, ruffle his moptop of curls, whatever else that meant he was touching the delightful creature.
Zeke felt a little bad about it. It was almost a betrayal, especially after Casey had admitted his OWN attraction to Zeke. He could settle on one thing that could explain it...
The two of them-- they may as well have been carbon copies of each other with Frodo simply shortened. While yes, Casey didn't have hairy feet or those absolutely deathly cute ears and Frodo didn't wear the most geeky-sweet button down shirts and paint his toenails, everything else seemed the same. They even had the same gap in their front teeth, and each had the most striking blue eyes Zeke had ever seen. It was simply astounding, and it tore Zeke in half any which way he thought about it.
With Casey it'd be a little more normal; after all, two regular guys being together wasn't the worst thing in the world. They'd get teased for sure, especially Zeke. Everyone in school figured Casey was gay anyways, but Zeke? It'd mean giving up a LOT of perks. With Frodo's popularity, their being together might not be so bad, but a guy... and a hobbit?
Zeke shook the cobwebs from his brain. He'd simply have to give it more thought. Even if he wanted to make a choice, it wasn't a guarantee that whoever he did choose would choose him back. Before he could get too muddled up in thought, he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet from his car.
Wait... was he remembering correctly? Casey painted his toenails??
~*~
"I'm glad to hear that things are settling down for you, lad," Bilbo told Frodo while making dinner that night. Frodo beamed as he chopped carrots for their stew with a deep sigh.
"It is very nice; I was worried for a little while. Big folk are just so complicated," he explained.
"I could have told you that. Their... 'shoes' alone are so very confusing. Especially with how they make their feet smell when they take them off," Bilbo joked.
"Oh my YES! Oh Uncle, the odor in the locker room alone..."
"'Ello, Master Bilbo... Mister Frodo," Sam's voice called, coming from the back door. Frodo turned and smiled his way, seeing Sam wipe at his hands with a small rag.
"Sam, hello! Are you staying for dinner?" Frodo asked as he walked over to him.
"Nay, I'm expected at home soon. Jes' came to say that I gathered up a few baskets o' apples for ye," he said with a smile.
"Oh good! We can make pies for the party! Master Casey said he simply adored the apple jelly I made for him," Frodo said. Sam's brow furrowed a little.
"Ye... made 'im apple jelly?" Sam asked. Frodo shrugged.
"Well yes; they were part of my mathom giving today," he explained.
"Oh..." Sam breathed out with a slow nod. Frodo blinked a few times.
"Is everything all right, Sam?" he asked, taking Sam's hand.
"Oh aye, aye... anyway, I'll be headin' home now. The baskets are by the shed if ye want 'em," he said then turned away. Frodo watched him walking off; he took a quick glance to Bilbo who wore a small, knowing smile.
"I'll be right back, Uncle," Frodo said, dashing out the door. He caught up with sam just as he turned around the bend of the hole. "Sam! Wait!" he called. Sam stopped and turned, sighing.
"Aye?"
Frodo caught his breath and licked his lower lip. "You... you forgot to give me a goodbye kiss," he softly said. Sam sighed and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh... M'sorry, dear," he said, though he didn't make a move to rectify Frodo's want.
"Sam?" Frodo started, taking Sam's hand in his. "Sam, what's wrong?"
"It's jes..." Sam started, biting his lip. "A'right, I won't yammer on about it. I've jes' noticed-- Frodo, love, are ye-- 'fond' of Master Casey?"
Frodo stilled, eyes going wide a moment. Once the words registered he laughed out loud, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle the noise. "Sam! What a silly thing to think! No, no! He's a good friend, that's all!" he said. Sam didn't look entirely convinced as his lips pursed a moment.
"I've jes'... since a few nights ago, ye've done nothin' but mention 'im. It's either 'the pizza Casey gave me was so good' or 'Casey takes the best...'... er, fo... fo-too..."
"Photographs?"
"Aye, that; whatever THEY are," Sam said, sounding defensive.
"Sam, really. He's just a good friend. I've gotten many at my new school; I only wish your Da would let you come with me." Frodo told him with a small squeeze to his hand.
"I wish he would, too. I'd like to keep an eye on ye," Sam said. Frodo smiled.
"An eye on me? Don't you do that enough?" he cooed with a small move to his hips. Sam's breathing faltered a moment in his glance downwards.
"Never 'nough..."
"Mmhmm. Oh, Sam..." Frodo murmured, leaning in. "Don't worry. Even with your offer of sharing me with Zeke, you're still the hobbit I love,"
"I'd best be," Sam replied. Frodo chuckled.
"Of course you are," he said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Sam's lips. It deepened further with Sam's hand going behind Frodo's head, pulling them together closer. Frodo moaned into their mouths, making Sam hum back with pleasure. Frodo couldn't help but bring his hands to Sam's sides to pull his shirt from his breeches; Sam chuckled and moved away, taking Frodo's wrists.
"Nay Frodo-love, I've got to be gettin' on!" he told him. Frodo put on his best devious grin, fighting Sam's hold a little.
"I'd like to get it on, if you don't mind," he replied. Sam gave him a confused look.
"'Get it on'?"
"Another Herrington phrase... it's just how it sounds, Sam-dear," Frodo cooed with a wink. Sam blushed a little.
"Yer learnin' more than books and ball-o'-feet at that school, ain't ye?" he teased.
~*~
Casey hummed to his music pleasantly, dipping his brush back into the L'Oreal 'Purple Passion' polish. While carefully dabbing his little toenail with it, avoiding a small dot of cotton from between his toes, the phone rang. He hoped it wasn't for him, seeing as he was hard at work...
"CASEY!" his father yelled from his parent's bedroom. Casey groaned.
"Yea?"
"Phone... and turn that music down!"
Sighing deeply, Casey grabbed his stereo's remote, turned down the Britney Spears song playing and grabbed up his phone. "'Lo?"
"Hey Casey!"
Delilah? "Hey... what's up?"
"I need to come over for your help,"
"Help with what?" Casey said, doing a quick overview of his toenails. He was capping the polish bottle off when Delilah continued.
"You have to share your beauty secrets with me." she stated. Casey blinked hard; what?
"Del? I don't... I mean--"
"Oh knock it off, Casey. Like I didn't catch you in that gorgeous baby-doll dress four days into our dating, along with the impeccable makeup you applied." she scoffed.
"Um... yea, okay... but that's why we only dated for four days," he said with a heavy swallow. Delilah huffed again.
"Whatever. I still need your help."
"Well... okay, but-- why?"
Delilah gave off a series of giggles. "You know the rules,"
"About what?"
"You're so thick, Casey-- 'head cheerleader and the star quarterback' ring a bell?"
Casey's eyes went wide. "What... do you... mean?"
"I mean... that that hobbit is gonna be mine, or I'll eat my pom poms,"
!!!!
Title: Purple Passioned Toes
Pairing: F/S, F/Z
Rating: Light R, not even, lol.
Synopsis: Things need figuring out for everyone involved...
Previous Partages:
FREKE!, Burglars, Four Wheelin', Competition!, Too Much Food, Philiacs-Plushophilia, Shotgun, Mud and Mops, A Shortcut to Mushed Pride, Frodo, #3, HIKE!, Stamp Collections, Hey... Baby., Lovesick in the Shrubbery, Getting a Time-Out, I'da Baked a Cake
Zeke had never seen so many jars of jam or homeade shortbread cookies in all his life. The students of Herrington high had taken to their gifts with great gusto, and no one could blame them. Not even the teachers were upholding the rules of 'no snacks in class', as they couldn't keep their own hands off the stuff. The blackboards were going to need a good cleaning that night.
Zeke was feeling better about it all, yet still had so much to think on. At the end of the day, he walked out of school with his hands deep in his pockets, his brain deep in thought. While he, Casey and Frodo had shared a nice lunch together, he still had to consider the situation as it stood...
Ever since Casey had kicked MaryBeth's behind backwards a month before, right after school started, Zeke's admiration had grown for the boy. No one knew it, but Zeke had harbored a slight fascination for young men half his size. Their friendship had strengthened and they'd started hanging out together more often. The morning after Casey's first sleepover at Zeke's, Zeke couldn't help but watch as he slept. He was so... goddamn it, so fucking CUTE. Much cuter than Mr. Bear... not to mention warmer. All he could do in the last month was imagine Casey wearing pink bunny ears and a tail. It was getting a bit scary after a while.
Then Frodo had arrived; it'd meant doom for Zeke from the second he'd laid eyes on the hobbit. He wasn't just small and cute; he was teeny and adorable. Zeke loved to pinch his darling pointed ears, ruffle his moptop of curls, whatever else that meant he was touching the delightful creature.
Zeke felt a little bad about it. It was almost a betrayal, especially after Casey had admitted his OWN attraction to Zeke. He could settle on one thing that could explain it...
The two of them-- they may as well have been carbon copies of each other with Frodo simply shortened. While yes, Casey didn't have hairy feet or those absolutely deathly cute ears and Frodo didn't wear the most geeky-sweet button down shirts and paint his toenails, everything else seemed the same. They even had the same gap in their front teeth, and each had the most striking blue eyes Zeke had ever seen. It was simply astounding, and it tore Zeke in half any which way he thought about it.
With Casey it'd be a little more normal; after all, two regular guys being together wasn't the worst thing in the world. They'd get teased for sure, especially Zeke. Everyone in school figured Casey was gay anyways, but Zeke? It'd mean giving up a LOT of perks. With Frodo's popularity, their being together might not be so bad, but a guy... and a hobbit?
Zeke shook the cobwebs from his brain. He'd simply have to give it more thought. Even if he wanted to make a choice, it wasn't a guarantee that whoever he did choose would choose him back. Before he could get too muddled up in thought, he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet from his car.
Wait... was he remembering correctly? Casey painted his toenails??
~*~
"I'm glad to hear that things are settling down for you, lad," Bilbo told Frodo while making dinner that night. Frodo beamed as he chopped carrots for their stew with a deep sigh.
"It is very nice; I was worried for a little while. Big folk are just so complicated," he explained.
"I could have told you that. Their... 'shoes' alone are so very confusing. Especially with how they make their feet smell when they take them off," Bilbo joked.
"Oh my YES! Oh Uncle, the odor in the locker room alone..."
"'Ello, Master Bilbo... Mister Frodo," Sam's voice called, coming from the back door. Frodo turned and smiled his way, seeing Sam wipe at his hands with a small rag.
"Sam, hello! Are you staying for dinner?" Frodo asked as he walked over to him.
"Nay, I'm expected at home soon. Jes' came to say that I gathered up a few baskets o' apples for ye," he said with a smile.
"Oh good! We can make pies for the party! Master Casey said he simply adored the apple jelly I made for him," Frodo said. Sam's brow furrowed a little.
"Ye... made 'im apple jelly?" Sam asked. Frodo shrugged.
"Well yes; they were part of my mathom giving today," he explained.
"Oh..." Sam breathed out with a slow nod. Frodo blinked a few times.
"Is everything all right, Sam?" he asked, taking Sam's hand.
"Oh aye, aye... anyway, I'll be headin' home now. The baskets are by the shed if ye want 'em," he said then turned away. Frodo watched him walking off; he took a quick glance to Bilbo who wore a small, knowing smile.
"I'll be right back, Uncle," Frodo said, dashing out the door. He caught up with sam just as he turned around the bend of the hole. "Sam! Wait!" he called. Sam stopped and turned, sighing.
"Aye?"
Frodo caught his breath and licked his lower lip. "You... you forgot to give me a goodbye kiss," he softly said. Sam sighed and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh... M'sorry, dear," he said, though he didn't make a move to rectify Frodo's want.
"Sam?" Frodo started, taking Sam's hand in his. "Sam, what's wrong?"
"It's jes..." Sam started, biting his lip. "A'right, I won't yammer on about it. I've jes' noticed-- Frodo, love, are ye-- 'fond' of Master Casey?"
Frodo stilled, eyes going wide a moment. Once the words registered he laughed out loud, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle the noise. "Sam! What a silly thing to think! No, no! He's a good friend, that's all!" he said. Sam didn't look entirely convinced as his lips pursed a moment.
"I've jes'... since a few nights ago, ye've done nothin' but mention 'im. It's either 'the pizza Casey gave me was so good' or 'Casey takes the best...'... er, fo... fo-too..."
"Photographs?"
"Aye, that; whatever THEY are," Sam said, sounding defensive.
"Sam, really. He's just a good friend. I've gotten many at my new school; I only wish your Da would let you come with me." Frodo told him with a small squeeze to his hand.
"I wish he would, too. I'd like to keep an eye on ye," Sam said. Frodo smiled.
"An eye on me? Don't you do that enough?" he cooed with a small move to his hips. Sam's breathing faltered a moment in his glance downwards.
"Never 'nough..."
"Mmhmm. Oh, Sam..." Frodo murmured, leaning in. "Don't worry. Even with your offer of sharing me with Zeke, you're still the hobbit I love,"
"I'd best be," Sam replied. Frodo chuckled.
"Of course you are," he said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Sam's lips. It deepened further with Sam's hand going behind Frodo's head, pulling them together closer. Frodo moaned into their mouths, making Sam hum back with pleasure. Frodo couldn't help but bring his hands to Sam's sides to pull his shirt from his breeches; Sam chuckled and moved away, taking Frodo's wrists.
"Nay Frodo-love, I've got to be gettin' on!" he told him. Frodo put on his best devious grin, fighting Sam's hold a little.
"I'd like to get it on, if you don't mind," he replied. Sam gave him a confused look.
"'Get it on'?"
"Another Herrington phrase... it's just how it sounds, Sam-dear," Frodo cooed with a wink. Sam blushed a little.
"Yer learnin' more than books and ball-o'-feet at that school, ain't ye?" he teased.
~*~
Casey hummed to his music pleasantly, dipping his brush back into the L'Oreal 'Purple Passion' polish. While carefully dabbing his little toenail with it, avoiding a small dot of cotton from between his toes, the phone rang. He hoped it wasn't for him, seeing as he was hard at work...
"CASEY!" his father yelled from his parent's bedroom. Casey groaned.
"Yea?"
"Phone... and turn that music down!"
Sighing deeply, Casey grabbed his stereo's remote, turned down the Britney Spears song playing and grabbed up his phone. "'Lo?"
"Hey Casey!"
Delilah? "Hey... what's up?"
"I need to come over for your help,"
"Help with what?" Casey said, doing a quick overview of his toenails. He was capping the polish bottle off when Delilah continued.
"You have to share your beauty secrets with me." she stated. Casey blinked hard; what?
"Del? I don't... I mean--"
"Oh knock it off, Casey. Like I didn't catch you in that gorgeous baby-doll dress four days into our dating, along with the impeccable makeup you applied." she scoffed.
"Um... yea, okay... but that's why we only dated for four days," he said with a heavy swallow. Delilah huffed again.
"Whatever. I still need your help."
"Well... okay, but-- why?"
Delilah gave off a series of giggles. "You know the rules,"
"About what?"
"You're so thick, Casey-- 'head cheerleader and the star quarterback' ring a bell?"
Casey's eyes went wide. "What... do you... mean?"
"I mean... that that hobbit is gonna be mine, or I'll eat my pom poms,"