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[honeyandvinegar]

Will someone out there request a happy/fun/sweet drabble/ficlet... thing? grape, I'd do your request (been working on it bit by bit these past coupla days ;)), but it's saaad, and I want happy.

I so know I'm spamming you guys, but I wanna do something fun.

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I was writing this while my husband watched a Godzilla flick... I hope I did okay. ;)

[honeyandvinegar]

"Case... you know how I am with surprises," Zeke said, though he couldn't help his small grin. Casey chuckled as he returned from Zeke's kitchen; Zeke could only rely on sound at this point. The blindfold he wore was blocking sight, but he knew that Casey was wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Sit tight, you little shit, and let me give you your birthday present," Casey told him.

"Pssh... yea, 'happy birthday to me'... the little shit."

"Mmhmm."

Zeke sighed and waited, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the floor. He had absolutely no idea what Casey was up to, but it had better be good. Zeke didn't let just anyone blindfold him and leave him in wait.

He put his head back on the couch, feeling impatient. "Caaasey?" he called in a loud voice.

"I'm right here-- geez," Casey answered, mere feet away from Zeke. It almost made him jump, but the feel of Casey's naked thighs going over his made him settle right down... well no... after all, Casey didn't have naked thighs a few minutes before.

"This my present?" Zeke asked with a growing grin. Casey sighed and squirmed a little in Zeke's lap. A LOT of things decided to stop 'settling down' then.

"Remember... when your mom was in Italy?"

Zeke frowned. "Huh?"

"C'mon... think back."

The very last thing Zeke needed was to think of anything having to do with his mom-- not with his boy, nude and warm, sitting in his lap. "Maybe... y'now... Casey, I'm... are you gonna suck me off or what?"

Casey outright giggled and leaned in closer. "Open up," he said. Zeke sighed in resignation.

"It's my birthday, not yours..."

"Open. Up."

Zeke gave in; fine, if he were to begiving Casey a blowjob for Zeke's birthday, Casey's own would be very, very interes... ting...

The feel of something cool and smooth hit his lips then, his sense of smell picking up an overwhelming, delightful sweetness in the air. "What's..." he murmured, not knowing WHAT was going on...

"Italy... think back, baby..."

Casey cool voice, along with the first tiny taste to whatever Casey held only added to the complete takeover of Zeke's body. He couldn't help his hands from resting on Casey's legs, or his head from moving forward. The taste... familiar, like something he'd been missing for a long, long time.

"Mom sent you something, remember? You wouldn't shut up about it when you told me the story," Casey purred near Zeke's ear. Zeke was then allowed his first, official bite of Casey's offering. He shuddered.

"Berry...?"

Casey hummed chuckles deep in his throat. "You can do better than that."

"Wildberry..." Zeke started, his voice shuddering... "Fuck, Casey-- it was like edible sex..." he recalled saying once. "Crustada... di Bosco..."

"There you go."

(cont!)