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And, yet again, a conversation with stupid ol' moit brings forth the fic.
Title: Something, Something, Something
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Fluffied, somewhat-cracky goodness; wedding traditions, and the boys subjected to them. Totes unbeta'ed, writ on the fly.
Casey had to hand it to his mother-she'd been good all day. No crying jags, no out-of-control sniffling, no “My baby!” commentary. But now?
“Oh, my baby...” she said past the tissue she was blowing her nose into. Casey chuckled and sighed as he swayed back and forth on the porch swing.
“Mooom... you promised,” he said.
“I promised I wouldn't lose it during the shower, it's after,” she retorted, luckily with a smile.
“Still.”
“You gotta let me be gushy. I mean... in less than a week, my baby's married,” Mrs. Connor said. “When did you get so grown-up?”
“I'm twenty-four, Mother,” Casey replied, chuckling at the same time.
Mrs. Connor let out a long, mother-sad sigh and gazed out over the large backyard. “It really is so nice out here. I'm going to have to come back out in Autumn,” she said.
“Definitely. Nothing like a New England fall,” Casey said. “Apple cider, pumpkins... apple cider and pumpkin doughnuts...”
“Hah! Finally, the REAL reason you moved out here. The sweets.”
Casey wore a quirky grin as he sipped his beer. “More like Ohio's a red-state, and always will be.”
The smile on Mrs. Connor's face became more somber; she took Casey's hand and squeezed it. “One day, we'll see things change. They gotta,” she said.
“Maybe. Buuut... 'til that day, Massachusetts it is.” Casey squeezed back, letting her know that all was right with the world-that if he and Zeke had to travel to find a better, more accepting place to live out their lives, it was all worth it. Having been in Massachusetts for almost a year, engaged longer than that, it was well-established, their relationship. Instead of getting weird looks from Ohio'ans when they held hands in public, Casey had been able to outright kiss Zeke on their beach blanket during their vacation to the 'Cape, not getting one ounce of negative attention. Their neighbors, Shelley and Maurice, had been over numerous times since their first meeting, them bringing over homemade mac and cheese the day after the moving van had left. Laura, the elderly woman across the street had given them a sidelong glance or two, at first. But after the first huge snowstorm of the season, when Zeke had spent two hours clearing her front walk and driveway without her even asking, she'd come by with fresh vegetables from her garden in the summer-first crop of the season, followed by many more bags and baskets in the months that followed.
The actual, real, honest-to-goodness, legal wedding coming up was a dream come true, no matter the hurdles they'd have to jump if they traveled just a few miles up or down in other states. Nothing was perfect, prejudice was everywhere-even here-but the support they had made it easy to handle.
In the present, Mrs. Connor was sighing, again. She stood up with a smile. “I actually saved my real gift to you two, y'know. Want me to go get it?”
Casey blinked furiously. 'Real gift'? What about the three-hundred dollar check, new lawnmower and paying for most of the wedding itself wasn't real? “Mom-you got a ton of shit for us, what else IS there?” he asked.
“It's just... special stuff. Stuff the whole world didn't need to see a mother giving her son at the party,” Mrs. Connor replied. She gave him another squeeze, to the shoulder this time, then scampered to the back porch steps. “Back in a jiff!”
Unreal. Casey chuckled and swayed more, feeling high. 'You're Mommy's boy,' he thought. Of course she was going to 'save the best for last'. It probably involved an important family heirloom from her side; his grandfather had been an antique collector. After his death a few years before, he'd left his daughter a museum of beautiful things. Perhaps it was jewelry, or gorgeous décor. He was soon to find out, as Mrs. Connor returned. In her arms sat a large, white box, unwrapped but with a giant ribbon and bow upon it. “Mom... geez...”
“Like I said... it's special stuff,” she said. A girlish giggle escaped her as she sat in the spot next to him and handed it over. “Shhh.”
“Should I get Zeke?”
“No, no... after we leave, show him then,” she said.
The wink she gave him made him suspicious... and too curious to not smile back and undo the ties in a flash.
~*~
Best. Fucking. Blender. Ever.
Zeke hummed his approval as he poured his third, frozen drink out into a glass, one of the new ones from Stokely and Stan's gift. The blender itself was from Shelley and Maurice; they'd ordered the prime rib for the reception, and Zeke was glad for it. They deserved it, damn it.
“Damn...” he muttered at his first, strawberry-sip, then jumped at the loud bang! coming from behind. He whirled around on his heels, thankfully not dropping the glass, and puffed out a shocked breath. “Casey, Jesus...”
The boy gave him a hard, unyielding stare. “With what I'm about to show you, it's siddown or FALL down.”
“Huh?”
“Just sit.”
Zeke's lashes went hummingbird-speed; he looked to the box Casey had plopped down on the kitchen island. “Another gift?”
“Oh, yes. Yes. From my mother,” Casey replied.
“I don't remember them giving us another one,” Zeke said as he went to the stool across from Casey and set himself down.
“No, you don't. She saved it, and thank god for that.”
“Why?”
With a great intake of breath, Casey lifted the lid. “It's the traditional, 'Something old, something new, something blue'.”
“Um, you missed one. The 'something borrowed' bit,” Zeke said.
“Nope, 'didn't. And again-thank. GOD.”
Zeke, immensely confused, said nothing as Casey dug into the fluffed-up, giant wads of tissue paper. When he dredged the first item out and placed it on the table, Zeke's insides froze up. “Uhhm...”
“That's the 'old'...” Another, “The 'new',” and the last... “The motherfucking blue.”
All Zeke could do was stare at Mrs. Connor's offerings. He picked up the old, tattered book and read the title above the illustration of an effeminate-looking young man with a suitcase. “The Naïve Homosexual...?”
“Bedtime reading, she said. 'It's gay-pulp, you've heard of it, right??'” Casey mimed his mother's higher-pitched voice before groaning. Zeke set the book down and looked to the 'new'.
“Sweet Je...” he muttered, trailing off as he gawked at the writing on the tub he held. “A 'Make Your Own Dildo Kit'??”
“What's newer than THAT?”
“Not... much.”
“And this... this!” Casey picked up the gigantic, screaming-electric-blue vibrator. He flicked the switch; Zeke couldn't stand it any longer. Watching the thing whirr and make circles in the air caused an explosion of laughter to erupt in his chest. “My MOTHER gave me this shit! And that's not the worst, turn off the lights!”
“H-Huh??”
“Turn 'em off!”
Zeke giggle-snorted his way over to the wall where the lightswitch was. He put out the lights, turned, and raged all over again in seeing the glow-in-the-dark qualities of their new toy. “Fuck!! Sweet motherfucking Jesus Christ FUCK!”
“My! MOTHER!! My fucking mother!”
“Oh, she knows her boy...” Zeke said as he flicked the lights back on. He wiped the corners of his eyes soaked with tears of laughter. “She knows her boy.”
“She shouldn't, not like this!” Casey said, but the trembling lips gave him away. He was dying to smile and start laughing himself, Zeke knew it.
“She's just making sure we have the most kickass wedding night ever,” he said.
“Oh my god, shut up...”
Zeke grinned like a loon as Casey took a few quick breaths, gave each gift a glare then shuddered with chest-quaking chuckles. “Give it up, babe. Give it up,” Zeke said.
That was all it took. Casey bent down, buried his face in his arms and let it all out, laughing so loud the walls shook. Zeke joined him.
~*~
“No, add... yea, the glitter.”
“Not THAT much. We'll be puking, shitting and pissing rainbows for a week.”
“I take it all back. Best gift, ever.”
Zeke made a sagely nod, stirred the mixture then set it aside. “We'll make MY cock tomorrow.”
“Isn't this kinda cheating-like, we should wait 'til after the wedding?” Casey asked.
“'Takes some time to dry. We'll pop these babies out in the hotel on our honeymoon and go to town.”
Sighing and chuckling again, Casey took up their new-but old-book and sat back against the arm of the couch. He parted his knees, giving Zeke a wonderful view of his nude, beautiful body. “Shall I read?”
“Mmm... n'aw,” Zeke said. He crawled over the space between them, took the book from Casey's hand and set it back down on the table. Now pushing his own naked groin into Casey's, he hissed and said, “We gotta save SOME things for later.”
“'Spos. You stole my virginity, what-five years ago?”
“Wasn't about to wait for that,” Zeke said before taking the back of Casey's neck and bringing him up into a crushing, wet kiss.
~*~
We were discussing my last fic *points to the Mommy-Day one she just did up*, and the fact that my cat was puking all over the goddamned place...
me: back... lol
WHARS MAI TACKLE BOX?!
moitness@gmail.com: hahahaha
THE CAT PUKED IN IT
me: that was a last minnit decision
moitness@gmail.com: so i had to bin it!
me: lol!
NUUUUUUUUUU MY WAX WORMS!
"Here dad, will this work?"
"OMFG ITS BUZZING"
"It's a dildo, hunny, im sure itd do."
moitness@gmail.com: hahahhaha
me: I should write a story where caseys mom buys him sex toys for his and zekes wedding shower
moitness@gmail.com: LOL!! YES!
omg YESSSS
me: omfg i have to, now
moitness@gmail.com: hahaha
go do it imma go eat
im starving
me: ok. i gotta get cigs first. this one requires a lotta smokes lol
moitness@gmail.com: lol
I spos' it was for a good cause.
Title: Something, Something, Something
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Fluffied, somewhat-cracky goodness; wedding traditions, and the boys subjected to them. Totes unbeta'ed, writ on the fly.
Casey had to hand it to his mother-she'd been good all day. No crying jags, no out-of-control sniffling, no “My baby!” commentary. But now?
“Oh, my baby...” she said past the tissue she was blowing her nose into. Casey chuckled and sighed as he swayed back and forth on the porch swing.
“Mooom... you promised,” he said.
“I promised I wouldn't lose it during the shower, it's after,” she retorted, luckily with a smile.
“Still.”
“You gotta let me be gushy. I mean... in less than a week, my baby's married,” Mrs. Connor said. “When did you get so grown-up?”
“I'm twenty-four, Mother,” Casey replied, chuckling at the same time.
Mrs. Connor let out a long, mother-sad sigh and gazed out over the large backyard. “It really is so nice out here. I'm going to have to come back out in Autumn,” she said.
“Definitely. Nothing like a New England fall,” Casey said. “Apple cider, pumpkins... apple cider and pumpkin doughnuts...”
“Hah! Finally, the REAL reason you moved out here. The sweets.”
Casey wore a quirky grin as he sipped his beer. “More like Ohio's a red-state, and always will be.”
The smile on Mrs. Connor's face became more somber; she took Casey's hand and squeezed it. “One day, we'll see things change. They gotta,” she said.
“Maybe. Buuut... 'til that day, Massachusetts it is.” Casey squeezed back, letting her know that all was right with the world-that if he and Zeke had to travel to find a better, more accepting place to live out their lives, it was all worth it. Having been in Massachusetts for almost a year, engaged longer than that, it was well-established, their relationship. Instead of getting weird looks from Ohio'ans when they held hands in public, Casey had been able to outright kiss Zeke on their beach blanket during their vacation to the 'Cape, not getting one ounce of negative attention. Their neighbors, Shelley and Maurice, had been over numerous times since their first meeting, them bringing over homemade mac and cheese the day after the moving van had left. Laura, the elderly woman across the street had given them a sidelong glance or two, at first. But after the first huge snowstorm of the season, when Zeke had spent two hours clearing her front walk and driveway without her even asking, she'd come by with fresh vegetables from her garden in the summer-first crop of the season, followed by many more bags and baskets in the months that followed.
The actual, real, honest-to-goodness, legal wedding coming up was a dream come true, no matter the hurdles they'd have to jump if they traveled just a few miles up or down in other states. Nothing was perfect, prejudice was everywhere-even here-but the support they had made it easy to handle.
In the present, Mrs. Connor was sighing, again. She stood up with a smile. “I actually saved my real gift to you two, y'know. Want me to go get it?”
Casey blinked furiously. 'Real gift'? What about the three-hundred dollar check, new lawnmower and paying for most of the wedding itself wasn't real? “Mom-you got a ton of shit for us, what else IS there?” he asked.
“It's just... special stuff. Stuff the whole world didn't need to see a mother giving her son at the party,” Mrs. Connor replied. She gave him another squeeze, to the shoulder this time, then scampered to the back porch steps. “Back in a jiff!”
Unreal. Casey chuckled and swayed more, feeling high. 'You're Mommy's boy,' he thought. Of course she was going to 'save the best for last'. It probably involved an important family heirloom from her side; his grandfather had been an antique collector. After his death a few years before, he'd left his daughter a museum of beautiful things. Perhaps it was jewelry, or gorgeous décor. He was soon to find out, as Mrs. Connor returned. In her arms sat a large, white box, unwrapped but with a giant ribbon and bow upon it. “Mom... geez...”
“Like I said... it's special stuff,” she said. A girlish giggle escaped her as she sat in the spot next to him and handed it over. “Shhh.”
“Should I get Zeke?”
“No, no... after we leave, show him then,” she said.
The wink she gave him made him suspicious... and too curious to not smile back and undo the ties in a flash.
~*~
Best. Fucking. Blender. Ever.
Zeke hummed his approval as he poured his third, frozen drink out into a glass, one of the new ones from Stokely and Stan's gift. The blender itself was from Shelley and Maurice; they'd ordered the prime rib for the reception, and Zeke was glad for it. They deserved it, damn it.
“Damn...” he muttered at his first, strawberry-sip, then jumped at the loud bang! coming from behind. He whirled around on his heels, thankfully not dropping the glass, and puffed out a shocked breath. “Casey, Jesus...”
The boy gave him a hard, unyielding stare. “With what I'm about to show you, it's siddown or FALL down.”
“Huh?”
“Just sit.”
Zeke's lashes went hummingbird-speed; he looked to the box Casey had plopped down on the kitchen island. “Another gift?”
“Oh, yes. Yes. From my mother,” Casey replied.
“I don't remember them giving us another one,” Zeke said as he went to the stool across from Casey and set himself down.
“No, you don't. She saved it, and thank god for that.”
“Why?”
With a great intake of breath, Casey lifted the lid. “It's the traditional, 'Something old, something new, something blue'.”
“Um, you missed one. The 'something borrowed' bit,” Zeke said.
“Nope, 'didn't. And again-thank. GOD.”
Zeke, immensely confused, said nothing as Casey dug into the fluffed-up, giant wads of tissue paper. When he dredged the first item out and placed it on the table, Zeke's insides froze up. “Uhhm...”
“That's the 'old'...” Another, “The 'new',” and the last... “The motherfucking blue.”
All Zeke could do was stare at Mrs. Connor's offerings. He picked up the old, tattered book and read the title above the illustration of an effeminate-looking young man with a suitcase. “The Naïve Homosexual...?”
“Bedtime reading, she said. 'It's gay-pulp, you've heard of it, right??'” Casey mimed his mother's higher-pitched voice before groaning. Zeke set the book down and looked to the 'new'.
“Sweet Je...” he muttered, trailing off as he gawked at the writing on the tub he held. “A 'Make Your Own Dildo Kit'??”
“What's newer than THAT?”
“Not... much.”
“And this... this!” Casey picked up the gigantic, screaming-electric-blue vibrator. He flicked the switch; Zeke couldn't stand it any longer. Watching the thing whirr and make circles in the air caused an explosion of laughter to erupt in his chest. “My MOTHER gave me this shit! And that's not the worst, turn off the lights!”
“H-Huh??”
“Turn 'em off!”
Zeke giggle-snorted his way over to the wall where the lightswitch was. He put out the lights, turned, and raged all over again in seeing the glow-in-the-dark qualities of their new toy. “Fuck!! Sweet motherfucking Jesus Christ FUCK!”
“My! MOTHER!! My fucking mother!”
“Oh, she knows her boy...” Zeke said as he flicked the lights back on. He wiped the corners of his eyes soaked with tears of laughter. “She knows her boy.”
“She shouldn't, not like this!” Casey said, but the trembling lips gave him away. He was dying to smile and start laughing himself, Zeke knew it.
“She's just making sure we have the most kickass wedding night ever,” he said.
“Oh my god, shut up...”
Zeke grinned like a loon as Casey took a few quick breaths, gave each gift a glare then shuddered with chest-quaking chuckles. “Give it up, babe. Give it up,” Zeke said.
That was all it took. Casey bent down, buried his face in his arms and let it all out, laughing so loud the walls shook. Zeke joined him.
~*~
“No, add... yea, the glitter.”
“Not THAT much. We'll be puking, shitting and pissing rainbows for a week.”
“I take it all back. Best gift, ever.”
Zeke made a sagely nod, stirred the mixture then set it aside. “We'll make MY cock tomorrow.”
“Isn't this kinda cheating-like, we should wait 'til after the wedding?” Casey asked.
“'Takes some time to dry. We'll pop these babies out in the hotel on our honeymoon and go to town.”
Sighing and chuckling again, Casey took up their new-but old-book and sat back against the arm of the couch. He parted his knees, giving Zeke a wonderful view of his nude, beautiful body. “Shall I read?”
“Mmm... n'aw,” Zeke said. He crawled over the space between them, took the book from Casey's hand and set it back down on the table. Now pushing his own naked groin into Casey's, he hissed and said, “We gotta save SOME things for later.”
“'Spos. You stole my virginity, what-five years ago?”
“Wasn't about to wait for that,” Zeke said before taking the back of Casey's neck and bringing him up into a crushing, wet kiss.
~*~
We were discussing my last fic *points to the Mommy-Day one she just did up*, and the fact that my cat was puking all over the goddamned place...
me: back... lol
WHARS MAI TACKLE BOX?!
moitness@gmail.com: hahahaha
THE CAT PUKED IN IT
me: that was a last minnit decision
moitness@gmail.com: so i had to bin it!
me: lol!
NUUUUUUUUUU MY WAX WORMS!
"Here dad, will this work?"
"OMFG ITS BUZZING"
"It's a dildo, hunny, im sure itd do."
moitness@gmail.com: hahahhaha
me: I should write a story where caseys mom buys him sex toys for his and zekes wedding shower
moitness@gmail.com: LOL!! YES!
omg YESSSS
me: omfg i have to, now
moitness@gmail.com: hahaha
go do it imma go eat
im starving
me: ok. i gotta get cigs first. this one requires a lotta smokes lol
moitness@gmail.com: lol
I spos' it was for a good cause.