So!
It's New year's Eve, and it's only fitting to post some fic. Late CHRIMBO-wish fic. Sorrysauce, but I'm here, lol!
Before posting the first two I have so far (gonna keep working on 'em! Promises!), I'd like to let 2016 know that it can eat a huge, big bag of big fat dicks. Seriously. 2016 goes down as the worst year ever. 2017 best be better.
Now that THAT'S outta my system! Ficness! These first two go out to... naemi!
Title: Boarders
Pairing: C/OMC/OMP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Warning(s): Dark, dub-con, hints of non-con, shaming... it's fic for naemi, basically. ;)
Synopsis: Casey's gotta keep secrets, any way he can.
Casey had never known the true meaning of ‘punctuality’ until he’d come to this school. His eyes had flicked over to the clock on his bedside table in hearing the light knocking on the door. If he’d blinked, he wouldn’t have seen the numbers switch from 10:59 to 11:00. The visitor… client, was just as eager as the many who’d come before. He stayed sitting on the bed, knees up against his chest and his hands shoved between them as his dorm-mate, Alex, went over to greet their new arrival.
“Hey…”
“How’s it going, my prize pupil?”
Casey swallowed hard as he tried to keep his eyes averted. His ears worked just fine, however, letting him hear the soft moans Alex and the visitor made past what sounded like a deep, wet kiss. “Going good. You?” Alex finally replied. He stepped back, gave Casey a sly look then went over to his bed.
“It’s been a rough one. Grading papers for you lads can be pretty daunting.”
The door was shut and the man came into view, stepping past the shelving unit next to Casey’s bed. Even if Casey wanted to bury his face in his hands and cry, he’d been given plenty of instruction--warning, as to how he was supposed to conduct himself. With the many commands Alex had given to him ringing in his mind, he finally dared to look up.
“Hi,” he said in a soft voice to Mr. Dakin, who smiled back. While his age of fifty-two years didn’t show one gray hair or wrinkle, and his dark well-groomed hairstyle, thin-muscled frame and expensive-looking glasses had been involved in many of Casey’s ‘ultimate gay crush’ masturbatory-fantasies, none of that mattered here. Being told of tonight’s plans, all arranged by Alex, revealed an ugliness that lurked behind the man’s supposed kind expression, charm and good looks.
“Hello, Master Connor,” he replied. He removed his glasses to clean them with his silk handkerchief, but kept his gaze on the boy before him. “Curious about how you graded on today’s exam?”
The tell-tale snort of amusement from Alex made Casey cringe deep down inside. Instead of being honest in answering, ‘I don’t care,’ Casey nodded.
“Lemmee guess; an A-plus, extra-credit nailed?” Alex said, still wearing his patented weasel-like smirk.
“How clairvoyant of you, Master Pollan,” Mr. Dakin replied, sending a wink his way. He looked between them and sighed. “So, yeah; stressful as it’s been, glad I could join my two favorite A-earners tonight. And I didn’t come empty handed.”
Casey now noticed the bag in Mr. Dakin’s hand, a non-descript, brown papered number. The man reached inside and produced a bottle of champagne. “From my friend’s personal collection; something I’ve saved a while for a ‘special occasion’,” he said.
“Sweet,” Alex said.
“Actually, it’s dry, sweetheart.” As if he’d said something funny, Alex began chortling while gathering three glasses from the cabinet he and Casey shared.
“Pour away.”
Mr. Dakin began unwrapping the cork. He paused a moment to give Casey another smile. “Get those blankets off the bed, so we can make a comfortable nest for three over here, eh?” he said, motioning down to where he stood. The wide open area between beds and by the wall most of the students here at Greylock Academy utilized as a ‘study space’ had a thick plush rug already. The pillows and blankets both Casey and Alex stripped from their beds and began arranging would create what most would consider an oasis of warmth and comfort. For Casey, the down-filled comforters and soft cushions created something that felt more like an inescapable tomb. Despite his growing apprehension, he settled in against the wall and small shelf holding Alex’s expensive and rare collection of hyper-realistic horror movie character models. At least the horrific display of mangled, fleshy monsters and tortured faces matched how Casey felt about tonight’s plans.
“Sooo…” Mr. Dakin said in a drawl while pouring himself a glass. Alex extended his to the bottle, which the man filled with a grin. “Master Pollan tells me you’re willing to do just about anything, so you don’t have to go crying back home.”
Casey’s head swam with a mix of confusion and fear. The kind expression Mr. Dakin wore and the generous amount of alcohol he now poured into Casey’s glass-the worth of just this one serving probably surpassing the cost Casey’s father had paid for this first semester here at the Academy-was made so much more deceptive through what he was saying. Casey hadn’t expected tonight to be full of compliments and kindness, of course. The only way he could rationalize this as something he deserved was telling himself, over and over, that he’d simply have to pay this price for what he’d done. “Yes,” he said.
“Mmm. Cheers,” Mr. Dakin said, raising his glass. Both boys joined him in the toasting, Alex much more eager than Casey to start the ‘celebration’ off in his gulping down half the glass in one go. Casey took a tiny, tentative sip; dry was right. He didn’t know which option was better, exchanging the sweeter, cheaper variety Casey liked or having a bitter taste in his mouth to, again, match his situation. After a pleased-sounding hum and smacking of lips in taking his first sip, Mr. Dakin sank back against the large beanbag chair he’d tugged from Alex’s side of the room and gave Casey an inquisitive stare. “Let’s start off with… you telling me all about your disgusting cheating. Alex didn’t get into that much detail.”
Casey stared down into the glass, trying to lose himself in the pretty, amber colored bubbles dancing to the top. “Cheat… sheet. On my water bottle,” Casey meekly replied.
“Ah, yeah. I’ve seen some news reports talking about all the new ways little bastards like you try to get by in courses they can’t handle.” Mr. Dakin’s smile widened, revealing perfect, gleaming white teeth. “Am I a hard teacher, Master Connor?”
Alex chuckled through his nose in airy puffs. “Is he, Connor?”
Casey looked between them. The innuendo was obvious, made moreso when Mr. Dakin dropped a knee to the side to display the crotch of his fine-tailored slacks. “Go on. Am I hard, Casey? Check,” he said.
Casey’s joints felt locked in a bent position and actually hurt in forcing his arm to stretch out, palm open to place his hand over the bulging cloth. What lie underneath certainly seemed hard; wide and long, going from the tip of Casey’s middle finger to his wrist. “Y-Yeah…?” he haltingly replied.
An incredulous-looking smirk tickled Dakin’s lips. “HALF-hard, Master Connor. Ask Master Pollan here about my special ‘grading system’,” he said.
All Casey did was look to the young man, whose smile showed clearly past the glass he refused to stop drinking from. “For Professor Dakin and us, um, ‘gifted students’… enrolled in his program…” Alex said, obviously pleased with how clever he found himself, “He adjusts his system to the Academy’s. Today’s exam of yours? An A-plus, extra credit, yada, yada, just for having the Professor stop by. But now, you gotta get your effort grade up to what you want the average to be.”
“Okay…” Casey murmured. He went to move his hand away, but was stilled in place when Mr. Dakin grabbed his wrist to keep him there.
“Half-hard’s a failing grade, Master Connor. And we don’t have all fucking night,” he said with obvious warning, cold eyes set on Casey’s face.
“M’sorry…” Casey’s voice came with a silent panic, making both Alex and Dakin chuckle.
“I always get an A-plus within less than five minutes. All-l-l-l eleven inches of it…” Alex closed the small space between he and Dakin in a slow, coy crawl, tipped his face up to the man and started an open-mouthed, tongue-twirling kiss. All Casey could do was stare at their actions while moving his fingers around the man’s shaft to cradle its wide, heavy girth best he could through the clothing. Dakin hummed, long and low into Alex’s mouth while keeping his hand on Casey’s wrist. He didn’t tighten his grip nor try to move Casey, just kept the boy on-task. With a grunt, Casey looked down to Dakin’s crotch and began sliding his hand up and down, dragging the soft cloth along the length underneath.
“S’nice,” Dakin said when he turned his head and broke his and Alex’s kiss, just for a moment, before he pulled Alex in tighter and began all but devouring the young man. His next action of letting Casey’s wrist go, rise up and take the back of Casey’s head by the hair, all to yank his face down between his legs made the boy gasp and go stiff all over. The force and surprise made Casey inhale sharply, filling his nostrils and throat with the smell and taste of the older man’s pheromones. The deep, signature musk surrounded Casey, encompassing his senses to the point of feeling dizzy and empty-headed. Dakin didn’t have to speak commands; his pushing Casey into him tighter and his fingers lacing into his hair hard enough to make Casey’s eyes burn said enough.
Please him, do your best, you can do it… Casey urged himself into opening his mouth, turning his head and moving up and down to harden the ridge even more. A tiny moment of relief came when he felt Dakin’s thigh start to shudder by the side of his face, a sign of hope that Casey’s ‘effort grade’ would match his ‘work’ A-plus… extra credit.
He caught shadows and movement above, though his being smothered between the man’s legs prevented a full, clear view. He only knew Alex was moving away when the lights of the ceiling fan above came through, making Dakin’s profile go into a silhouette. Alex was giggling over whatever Dakin had whispered to him now. Casey felt Alex’s knees bump into his arm and side as he moved behind him.
Tears sprang into Casey’s eyes as the young man began undoing his slacks’ button and zip in rough, jerky movements. The cooler air of the room soon hit his ass and thighs, letting him know that he’d now been made into a wanton, obscene display for anyone in the room to witness. He gasped as Dakin pulled him back and up, forcing him into a kneel. It allowed Alex to shove the pants down further, taking the plain white briefs with them. Dakin made a lone snort of amusement as he moved the hand at the back of Casey’s head to the top. Casey’s yelping over his bangs being grabbed and pulled to stretch his neck back, face up toward the ceiling, couldn’t be helped. It elicited a few tears from his watery eyes, sliding down the sides of his nose.
“Aw, he’s crying…” Alex said with mock sympathy as he looked to Casey’s face.
“Wouldn’t you start bawling if you had a dick like this?”
It was an expectation, this brand of shaming. Casey was depressed over his body’s state enough, when he’d been alone in his bedroom back home making desperate searches online as to how he could get his hormones to leave this extended pubescence and into full, well-endowed adulthood. can a man’s penis keep growing after 16? had been the most painful question to type into the web search, and now at seventeen, the embarrassment easily reached down to the very core of himself. He didn’t need the internet for answers when his own body seemed to be laughing at him as it very clearly replied, nope, you’re fucked, get over it.
“I’ve seen it almost every night now, so yeah… depressing, huh?” Alex said. He sank back on his heels, sighing and shaking his head while Dakin clucked his tongue.
“Just turned seventeen, right? Sad.” Dakin’s eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk forming on his face; he reached down with his other hand and pushed at the inside of Casey’s thigh. “Open ‘em wider,” he commanded. Casey trembled all over, the pain he felt mixing with the shame swelling in him as he followed Dakin’s order. Again, Dakin tsk’ed. “He IS too pretty to be a boy. No mystery, his having this pathetic little dick…”
Casey jolted back a little and a gasp sounded off deep in his throat when Dakin gave his cock a small but sharp flick of his forefinger. He’d put some precision into it, making sure the edge of his fingernail found the sensitive, exposed head. It felt as if he’d cut him; Casey began quaking with sobs as Dakin reached behind him now, his fingers slithering over his hip to his lower back, then down lower. He splayed his hand over the start of his cleft; Casey clenched his jaw and stared with blank eyes at the mottled pattern of the ceiling. Lose yourself. Let him do what he wants. Go somewhere else, away from here… The attempt at self-hypnotism ended up a failure when Dakin started pushing his middle finger past the opening of Casey’s anus.
“Sure he’s not a virgin, Lex?”
“I got about twelve-plus hours worth of video proving he ain’t.”
“Ah, speaking of which, almost forgot. Lex, be a dear and get the camera out of my bag?”
Every act Casey had been forced to participate in over the last three weeks never failed to twist his stomach into knots, but out of everything, having each deed committed to film-still pictures or digital, hi-def video-sickened him the most. Even if Casey was mad enough to come clean to the dean and other school officials over what he’d done wrong, taking others down WITH him, Alex had given him plenty of reasons to keep his mouth shut and ass up.
”I could always send Daddy proof that his little boy’s a cocksucking queer?” He’d been jovial in telling Casey that many times by now, not needing an ounce of provocation from Casey. He’d spat out countless insults, giving a face to sadism for Casey to understand and see how terrible and cruel a human being could be.
Thought we’d be friends… he thought, but before he could recall their first day as dorm-mates, where they’d had a light-hearted, fun discussion over their favorite music, comics and how good the chips Alex had shared with him had been, another finger began edging its way into his body. Casey clenched down on instinct, allowing him to feel every movement and dig Dakin made against his insides.
“God, do you ever stop crying?” Alex tormented, grabbing one side of Casey’s face to drag his thumb over the trail his heaviest tear had left so far.
“Don’t complain. I like it,” Dakin said. His smile went almost fatherly now, churning Casey’s stomach even more. “Every time he shows up to class, this is the face I’m going to remember most. I swear… gonna remember how tight this hole felt around my fingers. Every. Time.”
A third finger was introduced, going in fast and rough. “Ah!” Casey yelped, twisting his hips in a futile attempt to get away. The rhythm Dakin started now was deep and quick, fingers spreading flat to stretch Casey even more. “Pl-Please…”
“He’s saying ‘please’. Please, what, boy?” Dakin fought to get his eyes even with Casey’s, using brute force in tugging his head down to face him. “Do you want me to leave now… go tell the dean to call your Mommy and Daddy to come get their cheating little prick away from my school? Or would you rather I turn you around so I can spread your ass open and tongue your little boy-pussy?”
“Wonder if the dean would wanna drop by…” Alex said with rampant chuckles as he reached for the bag. “Ooh, more treats…”
“You’ll find the usual candy,” Dakin said, his eyes staying on Casey as he put their foreheads together. “Still waiting for an answer, lil’ boy…”
Casey’s lips parted at the same time as the man extended his tongue and slid it against his mouth. Breaths came out in stutters as he mumbled, “T-Turn me… a… around, spread…”
“You don’t have to repeat everything I said, stupid boy. Ask me to lick your pussy.”
“M… My…”
“Beg me. It’s what you want, right?”
Casey nodded in quick jerks; anything to get this night over and done with. “Y-Yeah, I do.”
“So fucking beg me…” Dakin swooped his tongue around Casey’s lips in a wide, wet circle.
“Please… li-lick me. Lick my pussy…”
A light beep! came from behind Dakin. “Make him say it again,” Alex said.
Casey’s eyes overflowed again as he looked directly into the lens of the high-priced, most modern video-camera he’d seen yet aimed right at his and Dakin’s faces. Clenching his eyes shut tight, Casey all but spat, “PLEASE lick my pussy… lick me, lick it…”
“Mmm, I’m definitely the hardest teacher on campus right now,” Dakin said before shoving Casey down onto his back. “Face on the floor, and get that ass up for me to look at.”
It was best to look eager, Casey figured; an added plus was that with his face buried into the pillow, he’d avoid full face-shots, at least for a little while. “Hold yourself open. Wide open,” Dakin ordered next. Casey pulled his arms behind him, gripped his cheeks in his hands and pulled himself open. “Use that setting… yeah, there…”
“Mmm, pouty lil’ thing,” Alex said.
Casey listened to what sounded like a sucking noise then gasped as a saliva-slicked finger made whisper-like motions over his hole. Next came what felt like a blast of ice-cold air, directed right on the wet Dakin had left on him. “Pouty, pouty,” Dakin teased. “Prettiest little boy-pussy I’ve ever seen…”
“Hey, waaait…”
Casey swallowed and opened one eye in a slit. He found Alex, still grinning but looking warily at the man, who started chuckling. “Yours is cute, too, but-look at how pink he is. Not one hair marring it,” he said.
“I let you wax mine?” Alex said. If Casey was reading things right, there was the potential for some tension here… jealousy. Some of his focus shifted and he went still, deep in thought.
“I don’t have to wax this pussy, though. God… perfect,” Dakin said. “I’m torn between wanting to keep him all to myself, or share him with the rest of the faculty so we have things to talk about on break.”
“It’ll cost you a shit-ton more if you want him to ‘yourself’,” Alex said. He was unable to hide his growing resentment this time around. It didn’t go unnoticed; Dakin stopped playing with Casey’s ass to turn to Alex, an eyebrow cocked.
“Is that a failing grade I hear?”
Alex flared his nostrils and let the camera go down to cross his arms. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, you’re always saying that. Such a brat.” Dakin now gave Casey’s hip a gentle push, making the boy go onto his side. “Looks like you’re making somebody jealous, pretty-boy.”
Casey stared wordlessly at Alex, whose eyes had gone dark and narrow. After a few swallows, he muttered, “M’sorry…”
“No, no!” Dakin chuckled, patted Casey’s ass with a gentle hand then sighed his way down until he was lying on his side behind Casey. A strange display of affection came next; Dakin’s hand slid around Casey to his chest while he placed gentle, soft kisses on Casey’s neck just under his ear. “It’s not your fault, you being so fucking pretty.”
It was still churning Casey’s gut, being touched, used and treated like a toy. Worse than that, Alex’s huffy breaths and snarl was bringing Casey a small but significant amount of enjoyment. He held no real worth to Dakin, and wouldn’t pretend he did. Like hell he’d only been with two boys from this school during the last eleven years he’d been employed. Casey was no one special-but in this very moment, the boy who lorded over Casey’s every move, the one who tormented him with threats and made him cry almost every day was taken down much, much lower than Casey was to the man.
“It’s been hard, having you in class, you know. I wanted to ream your ass the second you walked into the room,” Dakin said into the shell of Casey’s ear before lapping at it from the tip to the lobe. His breathing was faster now, echoing in Casey’s ear and warming the side of his face closest to the man. “So, so-o-o glad you cheated.”
“I’m the one who fucking told you about it.”
Both Dakin and Casey looked back to Alex, who’d gotten to his feet and now stomped over to his bed. “Are you really going to act like this? Really?” Dakin said, all while plucking at Casey’s nipple. It made him moan aloud and put his head back against Dakin’s shoulder. Soft chuckling came from the man and he nuzzled closer. “Ooh, you liked that, huh? Mmm… want me to play with your tits? Tell me, sweetheart.”
“P-Play with my tits, oh… g-god…”
“Oh, SHUT up.”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Dakin turned away from Casey to give Alex a narrow-eyed glare. “That was most definitely a failing grade, right there.”
Some of the sternness in Alex’s face began to drift away, replaced with a shaking lower lip. “I…” he sniffed, looked away and said, “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Dakin began playing with both sides of Casey’s chest now, pinching, twisting and pulling. Casey writhed and made light, girlish coos while Alex moved back onto his knees, eyes set on the floor.
“I’m sorry. Please, Sir…” Alex muttered. “Dad’ll kill me…”
“Mmm, I know. That’s what keeps you in line and shuts your stupid little mouth,” Dakin said. He then lifted himself up on one elbow and worked his slacks open with his other hand. Casey soon felt the tip of the heavy, engorged cock pressing against the base of his spine. Humming, the man began playing with Casey’s ass again, swirling a finger around and into him. “Y’know, Lexi-boy… you’ve told me how pathetic this boy’s cock is for almost a week. You seem to like talking about it. Way. Too. Much.”
“Well, like you said-it’s that depressing, right?” Alex put on a shaky grin, but it lacked the devious confidence it held before. Dakin smirked.
“Well, you should make him feel better about it. Suck him.”
Casey’s lips shook open but he said nothing as Alex frowned, hard. “Huh?”
“Did I stutter? Suck poor little Casey’s poor little dick. Now,” Dakin said, the order made in a fiercely firm voice. He moved back down to settle in against Casey, positioning his blood-heavy eleven inches where he wanted it to go. “Do a good job, and we’ll consider making your ‘F’ a ‘B’. Maybe.”
However apprehensive Alex was, he began to drop down and get his head level with Casey’s groin. To ‘help’, Dakin took Casey’s knee and pulled his leg up to drape over his thigh. It left Casey’s small but growing-hot dick open, exposed and ready for the attention Alex had been commanded to give it. The older boy paused an inch away, biting his lip and sniffing, over and over. “Sir-“ he went to say, or argue his way out of the act, but he didn’t have the chance. With the first solid, pushing thrust Dakin gave Casey, sheathing himself so suddenly it made Casey yelp and go bowstring tight, Alex’s mouth was forced to take Casey’s cock into it. He let out a sharp, lone gasp and his throat shuddered violently against Casey’s thighs.
“D-Doesn’t matter if it’s a five or fifty-incher for you; maybe you… nnnugh, God…” Dakin paused to suck on Casey’s neck and slide his tongue up to the side of his face as he began a fast, rhythmic fucking. With his heavy breathing rolling over Casey’s face, he continued, “Maybe you shouldn’t talk so much shit when your gag-reflex is so sensitive.”
Alex could only moan in reply, which in turn made Casey moan over and over again from the sensation. He could feel Dakin’s smile press on his cheek. “He d-doing you good?”
Casey could get a little more payback in, if he wanted. Instead, he nodded. “Y-Yeah…”
“Well. To be s-sure…”
Casey’s eyes flew wide open as Dakin reached around, took the back of Alex’s head and with an unforgiving force, pushed him into Casey’s groin even more. He found a timing between that and the fucking from behind, making Casey slap a hand back over Dakin’s side and scrabble for purchase. He felt wild and sick, pleasured and disgusting, especially when Dakin again began sucking his ear while speaking into it.
“Wanna buy you, little boy, my pretty, pretty boy… so fucking perfect, y-you’re built for my dick…” he said, the words being growled out.
“Gu… Gon…” Casey fought to speak, his throat going tight-as tight as his balls were getting, ready to spill. Dakin must have understood as he suddenly jerked Alex back, freeing his panting, shuddering mouth.
“Go on, pretty-boy,” Dakin whispered in his ear, holding Alex an inch away from the purpled head of Casey’s dick. Casey caught just enough of his face to see his eyes were now set on Alex, a sadistic grin on the man’s face. “Cum on this ugly fucker’s face.”
”Do as you’re told, you little bitch… or else,” had been Alex’s warning to Casey the day before while telling him about this arrangement. He fought to keep from smiling as Dakin began a slower pace; setting his eyes down at Alex, Casey took his eager cock, wrapped his fingers around it and started an immediate, fast jerking of it.
“Yeah. Yeah. That’s i-it,” Dakin said, watching the scene below. He gave Alex a shake. “Go on, you little cunt, open up, put your tongue out…”
That was all it took. Casey’s eyes crossed and more girlish, keening wails erupted from his throat as he came, the first long milky strand sent over Alex’s left cheek and eyelashes. Whining with distaste, Alex opened his mouth wider, tongue going out further to catch the rest. Casey soon deflated, sinking down against the blankets and cushions. Before he could pass out, he saw Dakin give Alex a rough, angry pull and push back, away from Casey and himself, all to grab Casey’s hip and start a frenetic, desperate fuck, the deepest Casey had ever felt. It sent an electrical pulse through Casey’s whole body, hard and strong enough to make him pant in stutters, gasps and groans. He pushed back against Dakin, tears starting to spill again.
“Fuck me, F-FUCK me-e, please…” Casey almost howled out “K-Keep fucking m-my pussy, Sir, please, oh f-f-fuck…”
“Mine. F-Fucking… mine,” Dakin mindlessly replied before his teeth sank into the back of Casey’s neck. Casey swore he was cutting straight down to the bone, sending him into a howling, crying mess; an intense blast of heat exploded deep inside as Dakin came, making each following thrust more slippery and erratic than the one before. Finally, he buried himself in deep one last time, unlatched his mouth from Casey’s neck with a groan then began to sink into the afterglow.
It felt like forever, their lying in a shaking mass of aftershocks, before Dakin cleared his throat. “Lexi-boy?”
Alex lifted his head but couldn’t meet the man’s eyes. “Yes, Sir?”
“I… made a mess of your poor roommate.” Dakin’s small, fatherly smile returned as he moved Casey onto his stomach with a gentle hand.
“B…But-“
“We’ll call it an A?”
It was impossible not to make a dreamy smile now. As Alex whimpered his way over, Dakin gave Casey’s backside a light patting. “Spotless. Understood?”
“Yes… S-Sir…”
“Wait.” Casey lifted his head to look back at them. Putting on his best pout, Casey knitted his brow and murmured, “Professor Dakin?”
Dakin raised his eyebrows. “Yes, Master Connor?”
“I… what-what if Alex keeps being mean… to me?”
The man made a thoughtful-sounding ahh. He looked back to Alex and cocked his head to the side. “Are you going to be mean to poor Casey anymore?”
Casey could see the swallow rolling down the young man’s throat as he shook his head. “N-No, Sir,” he finally replied.
Nothing else was said. Dakin sighed, put his slacks to rights and stood. Casey figured their time was over; he smiled as he felt Alex’s nervous breathing against his ass, moving closer and closer until he made the first, anxious lick over the largest pooling of Dakin’s leavings.
But when Dakin returned, gone to Casey’s other side to face him, Casey opened his eyes and grinned. “Did… I get a good grade?”
Another thrumming hum rumbled in Dakin’s chest as he put their foreheads together. “You put a lot of work into this project… take tomorrow’s class off.”
It’d been one of the most stressful, gut-wrenching changes, coming to this school. Each course carried a weight Casey could barely carry, Dakin’s especially. For the first time ever, Casey wondered what it’d be like, having an edge. Leverage. In a matter of hours, he’d gone from being the whipping-boy to having the sadistic tormentor who’d thrown every threat he could at Casey treating his sore, tingling hole to a thorough tongue-bath. Hoping to set more fantastic plans in motion, he pressed forward to place a gentle kiss on Dakin’s lips. He gave the lower one a tiny tease with his tongue before asking, “Will you come by after class… give me make-up work?”
Something dark, dangerous and beautiful flashed over Dakin’s face before taking Casey’s chin and kissed him with hot, desperate need. When he was sated, he broke away with a gasp and chuckle, reached to their gone-ignored glasses and handed Casey his, still filled halfway with champagne.
It tasted much better, this time around.
*END*
And TWO! :D
Title: Slap-Happy
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Warning(s): nothing BAD, just... rough-shmexing. :D
Synopsis: A 'first-time' is supposed to be... not this. Right?
The philosophy of “everyone’s different” applied to just about anything, and Zeke had seen plenty of those differences between he and Casey from their being simple friends to now. ‘Now’ consisted of making an odd, romantic pairing of themselves, a situation Zeke would never have predicted he’d be in. It turned out to be absolutely perfect, but-different. Differences. Loads of them.
Some of those differences were simple, no matter how mystifying Zeke found those simple differences to be. He never thought he’d ever run into any one human being who didn’t like lobster, but in hearing Casey say, “ew,” and “I actually hate that stuff,” when Zeke had ordered a bowl of lobster bisque at their favorite diner, Zeke wondered if they’d be able to keep their relationship going. Who the fuck hated something as delicious as motherfucking lobster?
What kept them together was his recognizing his own defiance to defaults; Casey’s jaw had dropped lower than Zeke’s had at the diner in learning that Zeke preferred instant mashed potatoes over the real thing. “How can you… but…” the boy had spluttered, even giving Zeke what could only be interpreted as a dirty look. From lobster to potato-preferences, wearing socks in bed to fuck-to-the-no-socks-in-bed, Zeke had seen many opposites between them.
The more serious “life stuff” was included; luckily, they both agreed with each other on abortion, politics and religion. With those three Big Things sometimes becoming the same damned thing at times, Zeke was glad Casey was rooting for Gore in 2000, hated judgmental people holding judgmental protests on a clinic’s lawn and leaned more toward a ‘spiritual’, independent religious concept instead of demonstrating his belief by sitting for hours in a pew. Some ideals, Zeke would stand firm on and never compromise.
But it was two and a half weeks into their relationship, still relishing in the newness of it. While Zeke was sure they’d come across more ways to clash with the boy he was starting to love, he’d be ready for it. One thing he was MORE than ready for, apparently, was going to happen after school. Today. In less than an hour. His fingers trembled a little as he held the slip of paper that’d been crammed into the grate of his locker, his name written on the back in Casey’s handwriting. No ‘love note’ was included. Just a receipt from Walgreens. The day before, at about six-twenty-Casey having left Zeke’s twenty minutes before-Casey had picked up a bag of Skittles (Zeke’s favorite candy), a box of Swiss Miss hot cocoa mix packets (with mini-marshmallows; omitting those was considered sacrilege in Zeke’s opinion), a mysterious store-brand item truncated into the letters ‘LuJel12oz’ (he’d love it, whatever it was) and a box of Trojans. Before he could glance back up to the Skittles to see if they were the original kind or his true candy favorite, the ‘Orchard’ variety, he’d shot his eyes back to the last item. A strange, pulsing and even heavenly glow began to brighten Zeke’s field of vision, the ink used in printing ‘TROJANS’ suddenly getting darker, going into high contrast against the white paper. He was so hyper focused, he almost missed the handwriting scrawled at the bottom of the slip:
mom said I could stay over tonight? ;)
Ninety-eight percent of Zeke was screaming, “YES!” in a shrill, shaky way deep inside, while the remaining two-percent was terrified to bits and pieces. No matter how different people approached things, one thing was for sure; they’d already discussed how sex between them would eventually go, and Casey preferred the ‘bottom bunk’ for his first time. Not a problem for Zeke, whatsoever, who’d started yearning for the day when he’d be hovering over that delicious, gorgeous body, shoving himself inside of it…
But Zeke was determined to only fantasize about that ‘shoving’… or pounding, banging, whatever else wasn’t meant for a young man’s first-time going gay-all-the-way. That had to go on the back-burner for when Casey was ready for it. Things could get as wild as they pleased, later on. Without telling Casey, he’d gone so far as to go online and do some research as to what first-time things worked best. In less than an hour, Zeke would be spooning the boy from behind, taking everything at a snail’s pace; he’d keep his ears open for any sign that Casey was feeling the slightest discomfort. The boy was too much of a people-pleaser, and Zeke wasn’t about to let Casey feel any sense of obligation that surpassed his own well-being. Not for this-no risks, just the hope for a very mutual, very magical first-time with each other.
But Zeke was still allowed to be giddy and enjoy the Cliff Notes version, summing up his very near future with a simplified I am so, SO gonna be fucking that boy today.
~*~
It may have been their first attempt at sex, but they’d already delved into plenty of foreplay by now. It’d ended up being something to be grateful for…
Nipple-play was something that got Casey going in a big way, getting proven by the many sighs, gasps and hums of pleasure he made as Zeke toyed with one from behind. His breathing hollowed even more when he did the usual of bringing up a hand to brush lightly over Zeke’s as the older boy stimulated the nub into a dark pink, hard peak. Casey found great excitement in the simple act of following Zeke’s movements, touching him as he moved.
They were both nude, and though Zeke was the hardest he’d ever been, he felt the most comfortable, ‘this is perfect’ warm-wonderful in just pressing his front to Casey’s back, his shaft nestled snugly just past the cleft of Casey’s ass. It made him feel like a puzzle piece, finding its perfect match. Every now and again, Casey would make a slow, languid rolling of his hips, moving his lower half back to give Zeke’s cock eye-crossing stimulation. It was all slow… the most meaningful sexual experience Zeke had come across, so far.
“Mmm, babe,” Casey said in a voice Zeke hadn’t heard yet. The word ‘babe’ resonated deep in Casey’s chest, like a piano wire being hit and held, soundwaves vibrating. Zeke could feel its small but strong thrum tickling his stomach and chest. Casey’s next action of lifting his leg up to go back, slide over Zeke’s naked thigh and hook his foot behind Zeke’s knee said please, oh please, fuck me, baby, loud and clear. Still…
“Want me?” Zeke asked, the words spoken into the kisses and sucks he made over the nape of Casey’s neck.
“Mmhmm…”
“Mmm,” Zeke hummed back. He let out his next breath in a low hiss, the air he let out making the hair at Casey’s temple tremble. “Want you, too. Bad.” Zeke opened his eyes in slits as he made the longest, hungriest suck yet upon the crook of Casey’s neck and shoulder. As the boy made a delightful coo, Zeke let his hand go from Casey’s chest, down to his hip, thigh then behind him, Zeke’s knuckles brushing over his cock as he started circling a fingertip around Casey’s tense, pouting anus. “Wanna play with you,” he said.
“Mmm-nn-yeah?” Casey said in a thick voice.
“Yeah. Get you ready for me.” Zeke made a quick glance to the bottle of Casey-funded lube on the side table-not yet. Instead of going straight for super-slippery aids, Zeke brought his hand to his mouth, gave his middle and forefinger a wet sucking then let them return to Casey’s overheated flesh. This time, he explored just a little further, pressing in to the middle of his forefinger’s nail. He made little squirming motions against the rock-solid ring, wanting to make it relax best he could. He resumed with the shoulder-worshiping, trailing his tongue in slow slides up and down the firm line of bone underneath. “Gonna take it slow, baby. You say, ‘no, wait’, I wait… ‘k?”
“’K,” Casey murmured back. Shaking a little, Casey waited through Zeke’s quick grab of the lube, pooling a quarter-sized amount on his fingers and massaging it around before he turned his head to run his nose along Zeke’s jaw. Seeing the invite for another kiss, Zeke took it gladly, easing some of Casey’s straining to reach him in lifting up and curling his chin over the boy’s shoulder. They held each other in a tongue-swirling suck, Zeke giving Casey’s lower lip a light tugging with his teeth before pushing forward more to go deeper, press harder. No matter Zeke’s growing excitement, he made the first finger go in as slow as he’d promised himself he’d make it, wishing for nothing more than for Casey’s body to get familiar with the small, breaching motions he made. Casey’s body tensed a little and he gasped as Zeke turned his hand by the wrist, a gentle corkscrewing motion letting his encased digit work the muscles deep inside. Imagining all nine-and-a-half inches getting treated to the tight, searing heat he was feeling had Zeke clench his eyes shut tight, the mantra don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush, running through his mind to remain focused on this ‘project’. He gave some warning to Casey as to what he planned next in stilling his finger and moving the middle finger waiting for entrance along the edge, pulling lightly against it before starting to go in to meet the other… slow, slow, slow…
He almost didn’t believe that both fingers had made it inside completely until Casey made a grunting groan and pressed his ass back to not just make Zeke go in deeper, but trap his hand between them. “More…” Casey said. “Please, m-more.”
Zeke swallowed. “Don’t rush, babe,” he said, but answered Casey’s plea in moving his ring finger around the stretched circle. The boy puffed out a breath through his nose; Zeke could see the side of his face, how tightly he was closing his eyes. “This is how it is; gotta take it easy.”
Casey made a slow nod against Zeke’s arm, serving as a pillow. Zeke lifted his forearm and dusted his fingers over Casey’s brow. He could feel the light sheen of sweat that had formed there, moistening the ends of Casey’s bangs. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Casey said, his nodding more insistent now.
Zeke looked down between them; Christ, he was hard. So, so goddamned hard. With the third finger halfway inside, everything wonderfully slippery and feeling ready, Zeke moved the hand at Casey’s forehead to the side table to pluck up an already-torn-open condom. The latex ring was removed and brought down to the tip of his dick. Watching himself cover the needy, rock-solid shaft was almost hypnotizing. Once done, Zeke took a deep breath, shimmied his hips down the bed a little to find the perfect angle and position then held onto the base firmly to guide himself to his goal.
“A-haah…” Casey opened his mouth in a perfect O and let a shuddering breath escape. He waited through Zeke’s small, calculated movements, each one meant to bring them to the ultimate act of what was set to be the best sex ever. It took everything he had to not lose it, grab onto Casey with both arms and make the first thrust something that caused a breakup. Zeke placed his hand firmly but gently around the base of Casey’s neck, making light squeezes over it with his thumb and forefinger, while the other hand began working the tip inside, taking things at an inhale… exhale… in; inhale… exhale… in… pace. Casey’s breathing quickened, making Zeke go still.
“O-Okay?”
Another nod, accompanied by a light, irking squeal. That had Zeke relax and move forward a little. His parted lips breathed against Casey’s neck, staying there as the hand at his dick was brought up and over Casey’s hip then down to start a lazy milking of Casey’s cock.
“Ah… I… don’t. Don’t touch.”
‘Don’t touch’? “Wha?”
“Bothers me…”
“You… don’t want me to… no handjob?”
Yet another frantic nod. This was the LAST thing Zeke expected. “Am I hurting you, do I need to back off?” he asked as he moved away.
“NO, s-stay… go a-ahead, no handjob, k-keep…” Casey said. He made the next swallow louder and more visible as he stilled and waited… ah.
“Wanna be sure you get o-off, y’know…” Zeke said as he returned to the process of sheathing himself. He’d gotten himself three-quarters of the way in when he made one last, long pause… inhale… exhale…
Oh-God-IN-nnn… his brain stuttered as it registered the fact that he was completely swallowed by Casey’s tight, hungry body now, no more half-inch by half-inch left to work inside. Zeke held onto Casey’s hip tight and he squirmed to feel each bump and slide he made, the heat of it all making him start to sweat. “It’s s-so… good in here,” Zeke said. “’Could s-stay like this, a-all day…”
Casey’s only response was to make a small but sudden jerk back. Zeke startled a little, especially with the sharp cry Casey punched into the air around them. As mind-blowingly awesome as the stimulation just that alone gave to Zeke, he gripped Casey’s hip tighter and said, “You okay?”
“G-God… stop.”
“Does it hurt?”
“ASKING. Stop asking m-me ‘you o-okay?’” Casey’s voice deepened with the last words, emulating Zeke. It could even be considered exaggerated-taunting. Zeke frowned.
“I’m supposed to ask. D-Don’t wanna hurt you…” he replied in a small voice.
“S… Sorry. Feeling impatient, d-dunno why,” Casey muttered.
Zeke relaxed his face into a small smile and kissed Casey’s shoulder. “We’ve got almost two days-no need,” he said. Nonetheless, he began pushing his hips forward, then back-still slow, but well on the way to creating a rhythm for them both. On his first press in, Casey once again pushed back; it wasn’t the strangely insistent jerking from before, but Zeke still bit his lip and held onto Casey’s hip tighter. Whether Casey wanted to impale himself straight into the hospital or not, Zeke wasn’t going to let any unplanned emergencies ruin the bliss-potential he hoped for them.
Finally feeling safe enough, Zeke all but plastered Casey’s back to his front and focused all precision and movement with his hips and ass, driving into Casey with growing strength. Insistence. Just as he felt like he’d gotten their fuck textbook-perfect, he felt Casey pushing and pulling opposite Zeke’s motions. His hand kept slipping on Casey’s hip, an awkward, odd mismatch suddenly making everything feel… weird. Zeke groaned and stopped. “Case… babe, lemmee lead,” he said, unable to help himself from chuckling a little.
“It’s not… that…”
“Huh?”
Casey furrowed his brow and shook his head a little. “Never mind. S-Sorry.”
Something was wrong. It was undeniable. Zeke sank into the bed, keeping himself sheathed inside of Casey yet worrying over how he felt his erection lilting. They’d made it this far--what the hell was this hold-up about? “What’s wr-“
“It’s too slow. I want… to get going. A l-little,” Casey said.
“I’m only trying to do this right, babe, we can’t just-“ Zeke startled a little when Casey moved forward, letting Zeke’s dick go in a shot. The build-up crashing into the unexpected hot exit sent more blood to his cock, almost too much. “A l-little warning next time, maybe? G-God…”
With a steel-jawed expression, Casey moved onto his back, his ass pressing against Zeke’s thighs. “Stand up…” he said, tacking on a, “Please? I mean… please?”
“You want me standing and… not the best position for a ‘first time’…”
“Zeke, please. P-Please?”
Sighing, Zeke caved to the demand. He somehow unlocked his legs from their bent position, put his feet to the hardwood flooring and watched as Casey shimmied himself down to get himself positioned to Zeke’s fuck-hungry dick. It was then that Zeke took note of Casey’s sexual-state. The usually-impressive shaft lie to the side, limp. While Zeke’s cock was all but screaming for release and stimulation, Casey’s seemed to be taking a nap. “C’mon… lemmee at least get you HALF-hard-“ Zeke said, but Casey shook his head fast.
“Just fuck me, lift me up a little,” he said in a panting rush. He set his eyes on Zeke; he had a determined, ballsy expression, gone still and quiet besides his heavy breathing.
“Oh… ‘kay…” Zeke mumbled before hooking Casey’s ankles onto his shoulders. That lifted Casey’s ass a few inches from the bed, giving Zeke a good angle for ‘reentry’. Still… “You sure? First times-“
“FUCK. Me.” Casey demanded through gritted teeth.
‘He’s… kinda scary right now,’ Zeke thought, but managed to push past the uncertainty to keep from losing any ‘oomph’ down below. Once again, he positioned and pushed his hips forward in a slow but uninterrupted slide, not bothering to go as easy. No pained yelping came from Casey; his steely look remained as he lowered down to the bed, clawed his fingers into the mattress with one hand, the other gripping the end of the bed. “Hmm-mmm…” Casey hummed as if meditating.
Zeke bit his lip and pressed forward, back… forward… back… he returned to the pattern he’d started before, only this time, the angle created a deeper-and riskier-reach. Gravity was more in play now, Zeke’s body moving down carrying the potential for losing control when it came to one uncalculated, stabbing gut-punch for Casey to experience. Zeke’s legs, hips and back started to ache in trying to fulfill this sudden, strange need Casey had for-
Another shocked jolt hit Zeke when Casey made another surprise jerk with his entire body, once again showing his want for emergency surgery. Zeke sniffed in a hot, frustrated breath as he grabbed Casey’s thighs and stopped everything. “’K, what the hell is going on?”
“Zeke, please…”
“Look, if you want more say in how this goes, SAY it. Don’t do shit that’s gonna send your dad over here to kick my ass for gutting his friggin’ son!”
Casey’s almost-angry expression melted into one of-woe? The hands going to his face to rub at the frown he wore wasn’t emoting pleasure or happiness, just a strange, upsetting frustration that Zeke had no idea over what could’ve created it. “I…” Casey finally broke the silence, stopped to huff a moment then closed his eyes as he said, “It just… really didn’t hurt. Like, at all. Kept expecting it to, but…”
Zeke blinked furiously; he relaxed his arm’s hold on Casey’s legs and let a hand slide over his knee. “Well, that’s-good. Right? Like... you don’t fuckin’ want it to hurt…” Zeke cocked an eyebrow. “…Right?”
Casey took a deep breath, one full of focus and concentration. His eyes reopened, the intense blue of them set on Zeke’s face as he spoke, “I don’t want---a handjob. I want you-to fuck me--hard enough to…”
With the next pause stretching out into eternity, Zeke shook his head, “Casey, just SAY it already-“
“Screw my ass hard enough for my dick to… move,” Casey spat out.
Zeke raised his eyebrows, gazing at every sign of embarrassment a person could wear. The growing-red cheeks, averted eyes and pouty expression was more adorable than Zeke would dare describe; he doubted Casey would appreciate any taunting, at least in a ”ha ha!” manner. “Ah,” Zeke finally said.
“Don’t give me any shit abo-“ Casey went to warn him, but was silenced by a squealing choke when Zeke thrust forward in a hard, forceful shove. He curled his wrists and hands tight around Casey’s calves and smirked.
“Safe-word’s ‘carrot’.”
The anticipation Casey was starting to feel became visible. His fists balled into the blanket, and the muscles in his chest tensed and moved up a little; obvious preparation for how Zeke was requested to proceed. Zeke pulled back slowly, thought, well, he asked for it then plunged forward with enough force to make Casey throw his head back and cry out. With no mention of root vegetables made, Zeke snarled and made a series of thrusts which sent Casey into a howling, open-mouthed mess. The muscles in Zeke’s thighs and ass were already aching with tension, but with a quick adjustment in bending a knee to brace it onto the mattress, he not only felt some relief-the angle made everything deeper, more violent. Going by Casey’s neck arching up, eyes wide and staring at Zeke and shaking lips, it wasn’t just good, but Goldilocks.
Just right.
The boy’s eyes dropped down to his dick, watching it bounce lightly onto his belly. Zeke made a gruff-sounding huff, grabbed Casey’s bangs and shoved him down, hard enough to make Casey’s back arch away from the bed. That and his continuous pounding into Casey turned the light slaps into a wide, back-and-forth pendulum. Zeke couldn’t help from staring; he’d always rolled his eyes, chuckled even, when gay porn directed the ‘receiver’ to make a helicopter of himself. It was crass, vulgar, in-your-face-whatever else used to describe what NOT to attempt during a first-time with one’s lover. But for Casey’s first-time, and essentially Zeke’s, there’d be no hearts, flowers and gentle caresses.
‘Well…’ Zeke thought. He couldn’t keep up the pace he had going for hours at a time, and even if Casey wanted to explore every kink and vulgarity he’d only just discovered in the last ten minutes, he WAS someone Zeke cared about. With a guttural groan, Zeke paused to lower himself down, loosen his hold on Casey’s hair and plaster their bodies together, all to latch his mouth onto Casey’s. There was a split-second of defiance when Casey made a petulant noise in his throat and his lower half squirmed, but he melted into the kiss anyway. Zeke made it smooth and sweet a few moments before moving away, just an inch or two, keeping their foreheads together. With a snarl, he swooped his tongue around Casey’s mouth, a growl decorating the wet, explicit motions. Casey shuddered and opened his mouth wider, inviting Zeke to dive in again. “Baby bird,” Zeke murmured before swirling his tongue in and around Casey’s hot, hungry mouth. It seemed a good time to kick-off a second round of thrusts, adding a little torture in not letting Casey’s dick ‘fly free’ as he so wanted. Sure enough, Casey mewled and squirmed in desperation. Zeke unlatched his smirk from Casey’s lips and moved them down to just under his ear, sucking there while saying, “You dirty, dirty boy…”
“P-Please, Ze… Zeke…”
Without warning, Zeke lifted himself up, exited Casey’s body then went to the pillows. He tugged Casey with him by the wrist, trying to get the boy to comply without telling him what to do. The boy seemed confused a moment, especially when Zeke shimmied down to lie on his back. Casey turned this way and that, blinking furiously. “Wha…”
“Get on it,” Zeke said. When Casey moved to straddle him, Zeke rolled his eyes, took hold of his dick to hold it straight up and motioned Casey to face away from him. “Lay down, ON me… like…”
He didn’t have to give any more instruction, apparently. Casey’s understanding showed in his straddling Zeke again, this time over the older boy’s thighs facing away. It not only thrilled Casey to take this new, overt position, but getting to see Casey as he was, right now? “Lemmee…” Zeke said, staring at Casey’s too-pretty backside. “Lemmee play with you again a sec.”
“Zeke…” Casey muttered in protest, but stopped with a choke when Zeke reached down and started a rough fingering into the boy’s anus. He groaned and helped in Zeke’s task by holding himself open, holding each side with a tight, white-knuckled grip.
“Thought you were a good boy. Fuckin’ wrong,” Zeke said, hypnotized by the sight and feel of Casey’s ass all but swallowing two fingers now. He went to say, “Acting like a…” but stopped cold. He couldn’t take things that far.
“Say it.”
Or maybe he could. He gritted his teeth, removed his fingers and yanked Casey back against him by the shoulder. Casey panted as he fought to get Zeke inside of him, Zeke helping in guiding his dick between them with his hand. “Little cock-slut,” he said directly into Casey’s ear, giving it a wide, wet lick as he felt his cock sliding inside the boy again.
“Oh… oh fuck me…” Casey said, letting himself sink down and take Zeke in completely.
“Fuck me, do it. C’mon.”
It was only fair. While Zeke provided enough up-and-down resistance, Casey was the one in charge now. Zeke threw an arm over Casey’s shoulder to the other side of his chest. He found the nipple there hard and aching for stimulation, which he gladly gave it in flicks and pinches, all while Casey created a rhythm between them. It wasn’t long before he found what he wanted-a thrusting, push-pull that sent the boy’s cock swaying back and forth and around. Zeke stared over Casey’s body to it, listening to its slapping over Casey’s gone-taut stomach. “Bet you could cum like this, huh?” Zeke whispered into the shell of Casey’s ear.
“Oh G-God…”
“Your dick’s big enough to leave bruises, the way you like it… c’mon, m-my lil’ fuck-toy. C’mon.” While still plucking at Casey’s nipple, Zeke slid his other hand out from between them and braced it in the bend of Casey’s groin. He could clearly feel the tremulous shaking of Casey’s body as it strived for its imminent release. The need to see it happen was enough for Zeke to feel anger, showing it in taking Casey’s earlobe in his teeth to clench onto it firmly. That was enough for Casey to cry out, slap his hands down to the bed and hold on tight as he came, milky-white strands getting thrown in long lines over his body. A few went as far as his neck and chin, the scent of it reaching Zeke’s nostrils. It was wild and wonderful, hearing Casey’s cat-like yowling drift off into pants and moans as he reached his orgasm’s end. “Mmm… good boy…” Zeke said in a hum against Casey’s neck.
The expectation that Casey would go cross-eyed and pass out from overstimulation was squashed out when he sat up carefully but quick, turned and pulled the condom from Zeke’s dick. Zeke stared in mute shock as Casey, wet with sweat and semen, laid himself down over Zeke’s thighs and swallowed his rock-hard shaft into his mouth. The mess he was leaving on Zeke in his continuous squirming and sliding was going to make for the best shower, later. MUCH later, if Zeke had anything to say about it.
Before posting the first two I have so far (gonna keep working on 'em! Promises!), I'd like to let 2016 know that it can eat a huge, big bag of big fat dicks. Seriously. 2016 goes down as the worst year ever. 2017 best be better.
Now that THAT'S outta my system! Ficness! These first two go out to... naemi!
Title: Boarders
Pairing: C/OMC/OMP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Warning(s): Dark, dub-con, hints of non-con, shaming... it's fic for naemi, basically. ;)
Synopsis: Casey's gotta keep secrets, any way he can.
Casey had never known the true meaning of ‘punctuality’ until he’d come to this school. His eyes had flicked over to the clock on his bedside table in hearing the light knocking on the door. If he’d blinked, he wouldn’t have seen the numbers switch from 10:59 to 11:00. The visitor… client, was just as eager as the many who’d come before. He stayed sitting on the bed, knees up against his chest and his hands shoved between them as his dorm-mate, Alex, went over to greet their new arrival.
“Hey…”
“How’s it going, my prize pupil?”
Casey swallowed hard as he tried to keep his eyes averted. His ears worked just fine, however, letting him hear the soft moans Alex and the visitor made past what sounded like a deep, wet kiss. “Going good. You?” Alex finally replied. He stepped back, gave Casey a sly look then went over to his bed.
“It’s been a rough one. Grading papers for you lads can be pretty daunting.”
The door was shut and the man came into view, stepping past the shelving unit next to Casey’s bed. Even if Casey wanted to bury his face in his hands and cry, he’d been given plenty of instruction--warning, as to how he was supposed to conduct himself. With the many commands Alex had given to him ringing in his mind, he finally dared to look up.
“Hi,” he said in a soft voice to Mr. Dakin, who smiled back. While his age of fifty-two years didn’t show one gray hair or wrinkle, and his dark well-groomed hairstyle, thin-muscled frame and expensive-looking glasses had been involved in many of Casey’s ‘ultimate gay crush’ masturbatory-fantasies, none of that mattered here. Being told of tonight’s plans, all arranged by Alex, revealed an ugliness that lurked behind the man’s supposed kind expression, charm and good looks.
“Hello, Master Connor,” he replied. He removed his glasses to clean them with his silk handkerchief, but kept his gaze on the boy before him. “Curious about how you graded on today’s exam?”
The tell-tale snort of amusement from Alex made Casey cringe deep down inside. Instead of being honest in answering, ‘I don’t care,’ Casey nodded.
“Lemmee guess; an A-plus, extra-credit nailed?” Alex said, still wearing his patented weasel-like smirk.
“How clairvoyant of you, Master Pollan,” Mr. Dakin replied, sending a wink his way. He looked between them and sighed. “So, yeah; stressful as it’s been, glad I could join my two favorite A-earners tonight. And I didn’t come empty handed.”
Casey now noticed the bag in Mr. Dakin’s hand, a non-descript, brown papered number. The man reached inside and produced a bottle of champagne. “From my friend’s personal collection; something I’ve saved a while for a ‘special occasion’,” he said.
“Sweet,” Alex said.
“Actually, it’s dry, sweetheart.” As if he’d said something funny, Alex began chortling while gathering three glasses from the cabinet he and Casey shared.
“Pour away.”
Mr. Dakin began unwrapping the cork. He paused a moment to give Casey another smile. “Get those blankets off the bed, so we can make a comfortable nest for three over here, eh?” he said, motioning down to where he stood. The wide open area between beds and by the wall most of the students here at Greylock Academy utilized as a ‘study space’ had a thick plush rug already. The pillows and blankets both Casey and Alex stripped from their beds and began arranging would create what most would consider an oasis of warmth and comfort. For Casey, the down-filled comforters and soft cushions created something that felt more like an inescapable tomb. Despite his growing apprehension, he settled in against the wall and small shelf holding Alex’s expensive and rare collection of hyper-realistic horror movie character models. At least the horrific display of mangled, fleshy monsters and tortured faces matched how Casey felt about tonight’s plans.
“Sooo…” Mr. Dakin said in a drawl while pouring himself a glass. Alex extended his to the bottle, which the man filled with a grin. “Master Pollan tells me you’re willing to do just about anything, so you don’t have to go crying back home.”
Casey’s head swam with a mix of confusion and fear. The kind expression Mr. Dakin wore and the generous amount of alcohol he now poured into Casey’s glass-the worth of just this one serving probably surpassing the cost Casey’s father had paid for this first semester here at the Academy-was made so much more deceptive through what he was saying. Casey hadn’t expected tonight to be full of compliments and kindness, of course. The only way he could rationalize this as something he deserved was telling himself, over and over, that he’d simply have to pay this price for what he’d done. “Yes,” he said.
“Mmm. Cheers,” Mr. Dakin said, raising his glass. Both boys joined him in the toasting, Alex much more eager than Casey to start the ‘celebration’ off in his gulping down half the glass in one go. Casey took a tiny, tentative sip; dry was right. He didn’t know which option was better, exchanging the sweeter, cheaper variety Casey liked or having a bitter taste in his mouth to, again, match his situation. After a pleased-sounding hum and smacking of lips in taking his first sip, Mr. Dakin sank back against the large beanbag chair he’d tugged from Alex’s side of the room and gave Casey an inquisitive stare. “Let’s start off with… you telling me all about your disgusting cheating. Alex didn’t get into that much detail.”
Casey stared down into the glass, trying to lose himself in the pretty, amber colored bubbles dancing to the top. “Cheat… sheet. On my water bottle,” Casey meekly replied.
“Ah, yeah. I’ve seen some news reports talking about all the new ways little bastards like you try to get by in courses they can’t handle.” Mr. Dakin’s smile widened, revealing perfect, gleaming white teeth. “Am I a hard teacher, Master Connor?”
Alex chuckled through his nose in airy puffs. “Is he, Connor?”
Casey looked between them. The innuendo was obvious, made moreso when Mr. Dakin dropped a knee to the side to display the crotch of his fine-tailored slacks. “Go on. Am I hard, Casey? Check,” he said.
Casey’s joints felt locked in a bent position and actually hurt in forcing his arm to stretch out, palm open to place his hand over the bulging cloth. What lie underneath certainly seemed hard; wide and long, going from the tip of Casey’s middle finger to his wrist. “Y-Yeah…?” he haltingly replied.
An incredulous-looking smirk tickled Dakin’s lips. “HALF-hard, Master Connor. Ask Master Pollan here about my special ‘grading system’,” he said.
All Casey did was look to the young man, whose smile showed clearly past the glass he refused to stop drinking from. “For Professor Dakin and us, um, ‘gifted students’… enrolled in his program…” Alex said, obviously pleased with how clever he found himself, “He adjusts his system to the Academy’s. Today’s exam of yours? An A-plus, extra credit, yada, yada, just for having the Professor stop by. But now, you gotta get your effort grade up to what you want the average to be.”
“Okay…” Casey murmured. He went to move his hand away, but was stilled in place when Mr. Dakin grabbed his wrist to keep him there.
“Half-hard’s a failing grade, Master Connor. And we don’t have all fucking night,” he said with obvious warning, cold eyes set on Casey’s face.
“M’sorry…” Casey’s voice came with a silent panic, making both Alex and Dakin chuckle.
“I always get an A-plus within less than five minutes. All-l-l-l eleven inches of it…” Alex closed the small space between he and Dakin in a slow, coy crawl, tipped his face up to the man and started an open-mouthed, tongue-twirling kiss. All Casey could do was stare at their actions while moving his fingers around the man’s shaft to cradle its wide, heavy girth best he could through the clothing. Dakin hummed, long and low into Alex’s mouth while keeping his hand on Casey’s wrist. He didn’t tighten his grip nor try to move Casey, just kept the boy on-task. With a grunt, Casey looked down to Dakin’s crotch and began sliding his hand up and down, dragging the soft cloth along the length underneath.
“S’nice,” Dakin said when he turned his head and broke his and Alex’s kiss, just for a moment, before he pulled Alex in tighter and began all but devouring the young man. His next action of letting Casey’s wrist go, rise up and take the back of Casey’s head by the hair, all to yank his face down between his legs made the boy gasp and go stiff all over. The force and surprise made Casey inhale sharply, filling his nostrils and throat with the smell and taste of the older man’s pheromones. The deep, signature musk surrounded Casey, encompassing his senses to the point of feeling dizzy and empty-headed. Dakin didn’t have to speak commands; his pushing Casey into him tighter and his fingers lacing into his hair hard enough to make Casey’s eyes burn said enough.
Please him, do your best, you can do it… Casey urged himself into opening his mouth, turning his head and moving up and down to harden the ridge even more. A tiny moment of relief came when he felt Dakin’s thigh start to shudder by the side of his face, a sign of hope that Casey’s ‘effort grade’ would match his ‘work’ A-plus… extra credit.
He caught shadows and movement above, though his being smothered between the man’s legs prevented a full, clear view. He only knew Alex was moving away when the lights of the ceiling fan above came through, making Dakin’s profile go into a silhouette. Alex was giggling over whatever Dakin had whispered to him now. Casey felt Alex’s knees bump into his arm and side as he moved behind him.
Tears sprang into Casey’s eyes as the young man began undoing his slacks’ button and zip in rough, jerky movements. The cooler air of the room soon hit his ass and thighs, letting him know that he’d now been made into a wanton, obscene display for anyone in the room to witness. He gasped as Dakin pulled him back and up, forcing him into a kneel. It allowed Alex to shove the pants down further, taking the plain white briefs with them. Dakin made a lone snort of amusement as he moved the hand at the back of Casey’s head to the top. Casey’s yelping over his bangs being grabbed and pulled to stretch his neck back, face up toward the ceiling, couldn’t be helped. It elicited a few tears from his watery eyes, sliding down the sides of his nose.
“Aw, he’s crying…” Alex said with mock sympathy as he looked to Casey’s face.
“Wouldn’t you start bawling if you had a dick like this?”
It was an expectation, this brand of shaming. Casey was depressed over his body’s state enough, when he’d been alone in his bedroom back home making desperate searches online as to how he could get his hormones to leave this extended pubescence and into full, well-endowed adulthood. can a man’s penis keep growing after 16? had been the most painful question to type into the web search, and now at seventeen, the embarrassment easily reached down to the very core of himself. He didn’t need the internet for answers when his own body seemed to be laughing at him as it very clearly replied, nope, you’re fucked, get over it.
“I’ve seen it almost every night now, so yeah… depressing, huh?” Alex said. He sank back on his heels, sighing and shaking his head while Dakin clucked his tongue.
“Just turned seventeen, right? Sad.” Dakin’s eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk forming on his face; he reached down with his other hand and pushed at the inside of Casey’s thigh. “Open ‘em wider,” he commanded. Casey trembled all over, the pain he felt mixing with the shame swelling in him as he followed Dakin’s order. Again, Dakin tsk’ed. “He IS too pretty to be a boy. No mystery, his having this pathetic little dick…”
Casey jolted back a little and a gasp sounded off deep in his throat when Dakin gave his cock a small but sharp flick of his forefinger. He’d put some precision into it, making sure the edge of his fingernail found the sensitive, exposed head. It felt as if he’d cut him; Casey began quaking with sobs as Dakin reached behind him now, his fingers slithering over his hip to his lower back, then down lower. He splayed his hand over the start of his cleft; Casey clenched his jaw and stared with blank eyes at the mottled pattern of the ceiling. Lose yourself. Let him do what he wants. Go somewhere else, away from here… The attempt at self-hypnotism ended up a failure when Dakin started pushing his middle finger past the opening of Casey’s anus.
“Sure he’s not a virgin, Lex?”
“I got about twelve-plus hours worth of video proving he ain’t.”
“Ah, speaking of which, almost forgot. Lex, be a dear and get the camera out of my bag?”
Every act Casey had been forced to participate in over the last three weeks never failed to twist his stomach into knots, but out of everything, having each deed committed to film-still pictures or digital, hi-def video-sickened him the most. Even if Casey was mad enough to come clean to the dean and other school officials over what he’d done wrong, taking others down WITH him, Alex had given him plenty of reasons to keep his mouth shut and ass up.
”I could always send Daddy proof that his little boy’s a cocksucking queer?” He’d been jovial in telling Casey that many times by now, not needing an ounce of provocation from Casey. He’d spat out countless insults, giving a face to sadism for Casey to understand and see how terrible and cruel a human being could be.
Thought we’d be friends… he thought, but before he could recall their first day as dorm-mates, where they’d had a light-hearted, fun discussion over their favorite music, comics and how good the chips Alex had shared with him had been, another finger began edging its way into his body. Casey clenched down on instinct, allowing him to feel every movement and dig Dakin made against his insides.
“God, do you ever stop crying?” Alex tormented, grabbing one side of Casey’s face to drag his thumb over the trail his heaviest tear had left so far.
“Don’t complain. I like it,” Dakin said. His smile went almost fatherly now, churning Casey’s stomach even more. “Every time he shows up to class, this is the face I’m going to remember most. I swear… gonna remember how tight this hole felt around my fingers. Every. Time.”
A third finger was introduced, going in fast and rough. “Ah!” Casey yelped, twisting his hips in a futile attempt to get away. The rhythm Dakin started now was deep and quick, fingers spreading flat to stretch Casey even more. “Pl-Please…”
“He’s saying ‘please’. Please, what, boy?” Dakin fought to get his eyes even with Casey’s, using brute force in tugging his head down to face him. “Do you want me to leave now… go tell the dean to call your Mommy and Daddy to come get their cheating little prick away from my school? Or would you rather I turn you around so I can spread your ass open and tongue your little boy-pussy?”
“Wonder if the dean would wanna drop by…” Alex said with rampant chuckles as he reached for the bag. “Ooh, more treats…”
“You’ll find the usual candy,” Dakin said, his eyes staying on Casey as he put their foreheads together. “Still waiting for an answer, lil’ boy…”
Casey’s lips parted at the same time as the man extended his tongue and slid it against his mouth. Breaths came out in stutters as he mumbled, “T-Turn me… a… around, spread…”
“You don’t have to repeat everything I said, stupid boy. Ask me to lick your pussy.”
“M… My…”
“Beg me. It’s what you want, right?”
Casey nodded in quick jerks; anything to get this night over and done with. “Y-Yeah, I do.”
“So fucking beg me…” Dakin swooped his tongue around Casey’s lips in a wide, wet circle.
“Please… li-lick me. Lick my pussy…”
A light beep! came from behind Dakin. “Make him say it again,” Alex said.
Casey’s eyes overflowed again as he looked directly into the lens of the high-priced, most modern video-camera he’d seen yet aimed right at his and Dakin’s faces. Clenching his eyes shut tight, Casey all but spat, “PLEASE lick my pussy… lick me, lick it…”
“Mmm, I’m definitely the hardest teacher on campus right now,” Dakin said before shoving Casey down onto his back. “Face on the floor, and get that ass up for me to look at.”
It was best to look eager, Casey figured; an added plus was that with his face buried into the pillow, he’d avoid full face-shots, at least for a little while. “Hold yourself open. Wide open,” Dakin ordered next. Casey pulled his arms behind him, gripped his cheeks in his hands and pulled himself open. “Use that setting… yeah, there…”
“Mmm, pouty lil’ thing,” Alex said.
Casey listened to what sounded like a sucking noise then gasped as a saliva-slicked finger made whisper-like motions over his hole. Next came what felt like a blast of ice-cold air, directed right on the wet Dakin had left on him. “Pouty, pouty,” Dakin teased. “Prettiest little boy-pussy I’ve ever seen…”
“Hey, waaait…”
Casey swallowed and opened one eye in a slit. He found Alex, still grinning but looking warily at the man, who started chuckling. “Yours is cute, too, but-look at how pink he is. Not one hair marring it,” he said.
“I let you wax mine?” Alex said. If Casey was reading things right, there was the potential for some tension here… jealousy. Some of his focus shifted and he went still, deep in thought.
“I don’t have to wax this pussy, though. God… perfect,” Dakin said. “I’m torn between wanting to keep him all to myself, or share him with the rest of the faculty so we have things to talk about on break.”
“It’ll cost you a shit-ton more if you want him to ‘yourself’,” Alex said. He was unable to hide his growing resentment this time around. It didn’t go unnoticed; Dakin stopped playing with Casey’s ass to turn to Alex, an eyebrow cocked.
“Is that a failing grade I hear?”
Alex flared his nostrils and let the camera go down to cross his arms. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, you’re always saying that. Such a brat.” Dakin now gave Casey’s hip a gentle push, making the boy go onto his side. “Looks like you’re making somebody jealous, pretty-boy.”
Casey stared wordlessly at Alex, whose eyes had gone dark and narrow. After a few swallows, he muttered, “M’sorry…”
“No, no!” Dakin chuckled, patted Casey’s ass with a gentle hand then sighed his way down until he was lying on his side behind Casey. A strange display of affection came next; Dakin’s hand slid around Casey to his chest while he placed gentle, soft kisses on Casey’s neck just under his ear. “It’s not your fault, you being so fucking pretty.”
It was still churning Casey’s gut, being touched, used and treated like a toy. Worse than that, Alex’s huffy breaths and snarl was bringing Casey a small but significant amount of enjoyment. He held no real worth to Dakin, and wouldn’t pretend he did. Like hell he’d only been with two boys from this school during the last eleven years he’d been employed. Casey was no one special-but in this very moment, the boy who lorded over Casey’s every move, the one who tormented him with threats and made him cry almost every day was taken down much, much lower than Casey was to the man.
“It’s been hard, having you in class, you know. I wanted to ream your ass the second you walked into the room,” Dakin said into the shell of Casey’s ear before lapping at it from the tip to the lobe. His breathing was faster now, echoing in Casey’s ear and warming the side of his face closest to the man. “So, so-o-o glad you cheated.”
“I’m the one who fucking told you about it.”
Both Dakin and Casey looked back to Alex, who’d gotten to his feet and now stomped over to his bed. “Are you really going to act like this? Really?” Dakin said, all while plucking at Casey’s nipple. It made him moan aloud and put his head back against Dakin’s shoulder. Soft chuckling came from the man and he nuzzled closer. “Ooh, you liked that, huh? Mmm… want me to play with your tits? Tell me, sweetheart.”
“P-Play with my tits, oh… g-god…”
“Oh, SHUT up.”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Dakin turned away from Casey to give Alex a narrow-eyed glare. “That was most definitely a failing grade, right there.”
Some of the sternness in Alex’s face began to drift away, replaced with a shaking lower lip. “I…” he sniffed, looked away and said, “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Dakin began playing with both sides of Casey’s chest now, pinching, twisting and pulling. Casey writhed and made light, girlish coos while Alex moved back onto his knees, eyes set on the floor.
“I’m sorry. Please, Sir…” Alex muttered. “Dad’ll kill me…”
“Mmm, I know. That’s what keeps you in line and shuts your stupid little mouth,” Dakin said. He then lifted himself up on one elbow and worked his slacks open with his other hand. Casey soon felt the tip of the heavy, engorged cock pressing against the base of his spine. Humming, the man began playing with Casey’s ass again, swirling a finger around and into him. “Y’know, Lexi-boy… you’ve told me how pathetic this boy’s cock is for almost a week. You seem to like talking about it. Way. Too. Much.”
“Well, like you said-it’s that depressing, right?” Alex put on a shaky grin, but it lacked the devious confidence it held before. Dakin smirked.
“Well, you should make him feel better about it. Suck him.”
Casey’s lips shook open but he said nothing as Alex frowned, hard. “Huh?”
“Did I stutter? Suck poor little Casey’s poor little dick. Now,” Dakin said, the order made in a fiercely firm voice. He moved back down to settle in against Casey, positioning his blood-heavy eleven inches where he wanted it to go. “Do a good job, and we’ll consider making your ‘F’ a ‘B’. Maybe.”
However apprehensive Alex was, he began to drop down and get his head level with Casey’s groin. To ‘help’, Dakin took Casey’s knee and pulled his leg up to drape over his thigh. It left Casey’s small but growing-hot dick open, exposed and ready for the attention Alex had been commanded to give it. The older boy paused an inch away, biting his lip and sniffing, over and over. “Sir-“ he went to say, or argue his way out of the act, but he didn’t have the chance. With the first solid, pushing thrust Dakin gave Casey, sheathing himself so suddenly it made Casey yelp and go bowstring tight, Alex’s mouth was forced to take Casey’s cock into it. He let out a sharp, lone gasp and his throat shuddered violently against Casey’s thighs.
“D-Doesn’t matter if it’s a five or fifty-incher for you; maybe you… nnnugh, God…” Dakin paused to suck on Casey’s neck and slide his tongue up to the side of his face as he began a fast, rhythmic fucking. With his heavy breathing rolling over Casey’s face, he continued, “Maybe you shouldn’t talk so much shit when your gag-reflex is so sensitive.”
Alex could only moan in reply, which in turn made Casey moan over and over again from the sensation. He could feel Dakin’s smile press on his cheek. “He d-doing you good?”
Casey could get a little more payback in, if he wanted. Instead, he nodded. “Y-Yeah…”
“Well. To be s-sure…”
Casey’s eyes flew wide open as Dakin reached around, took the back of Alex’s head and with an unforgiving force, pushed him into Casey’s groin even more. He found a timing between that and the fucking from behind, making Casey slap a hand back over Dakin’s side and scrabble for purchase. He felt wild and sick, pleasured and disgusting, especially when Dakin again began sucking his ear while speaking into it.
“Wanna buy you, little boy, my pretty, pretty boy… so fucking perfect, y-you’re built for my dick…” he said, the words being growled out.
“Gu… Gon…” Casey fought to speak, his throat going tight-as tight as his balls were getting, ready to spill. Dakin must have understood as he suddenly jerked Alex back, freeing his panting, shuddering mouth.
“Go on, pretty-boy,” Dakin whispered in his ear, holding Alex an inch away from the purpled head of Casey’s dick. Casey caught just enough of his face to see his eyes were now set on Alex, a sadistic grin on the man’s face. “Cum on this ugly fucker’s face.”
”Do as you’re told, you little bitch… or else,” had been Alex’s warning to Casey the day before while telling him about this arrangement. He fought to keep from smiling as Dakin began a slower pace; setting his eyes down at Alex, Casey took his eager cock, wrapped his fingers around it and started an immediate, fast jerking of it.
“Yeah. Yeah. That’s i-it,” Dakin said, watching the scene below. He gave Alex a shake. “Go on, you little cunt, open up, put your tongue out…”
That was all it took. Casey’s eyes crossed and more girlish, keening wails erupted from his throat as he came, the first long milky strand sent over Alex’s left cheek and eyelashes. Whining with distaste, Alex opened his mouth wider, tongue going out further to catch the rest. Casey soon deflated, sinking down against the blankets and cushions. Before he could pass out, he saw Dakin give Alex a rough, angry pull and push back, away from Casey and himself, all to grab Casey’s hip and start a frenetic, desperate fuck, the deepest Casey had ever felt. It sent an electrical pulse through Casey’s whole body, hard and strong enough to make him pant in stutters, gasps and groans. He pushed back against Dakin, tears starting to spill again.
“Fuck me, F-FUCK me-e, please…” Casey almost howled out “K-Keep fucking m-my pussy, Sir, please, oh f-f-fuck…”
“Mine. F-Fucking… mine,” Dakin mindlessly replied before his teeth sank into the back of Casey’s neck. Casey swore he was cutting straight down to the bone, sending him into a howling, crying mess; an intense blast of heat exploded deep inside as Dakin came, making each following thrust more slippery and erratic than the one before. Finally, he buried himself in deep one last time, unlatched his mouth from Casey’s neck with a groan then began to sink into the afterglow.
It felt like forever, their lying in a shaking mass of aftershocks, before Dakin cleared his throat. “Lexi-boy?”
Alex lifted his head but couldn’t meet the man’s eyes. “Yes, Sir?”
“I… made a mess of your poor roommate.” Dakin’s small, fatherly smile returned as he moved Casey onto his stomach with a gentle hand.
“B…But-“
“We’ll call it an A?”
It was impossible not to make a dreamy smile now. As Alex whimpered his way over, Dakin gave Casey’s backside a light patting. “Spotless. Understood?”
“Yes… S-Sir…”
“Wait.” Casey lifted his head to look back at them. Putting on his best pout, Casey knitted his brow and murmured, “Professor Dakin?”
Dakin raised his eyebrows. “Yes, Master Connor?”
“I… what-what if Alex keeps being mean… to me?”
The man made a thoughtful-sounding ahh. He looked back to Alex and cocked his head to the side. “Are you going to be mean to poor Casey anymore?”
Casey could see the swallow rolling down the young man’s throat as he shook his head. “N-No, Sir,” he finally replied.
Nothing else was said. Dakin sighed, put his slacks to rights and stood. Casey figured their time was over; he smiled as he felt Alex’s nervous breathing against his ass, moving closer and closer until he made the first, anxious lick over the largest pooling of Dakin’s leavings.
But when Dakin returned, gone to Casey’s other side to face him, Casey opened his eyes and grinned. “Did… I get a good grade?”
Another thrumming hum rumbled in Dakin’s chest as he put their foreheads together. “You put a lot of work into this project… take tomorrow’s class off.”
It’d been one of the most stressful, gut-wrenching changes, coming to this school. Each course carried a weight Casey could barely carry, Dakin’s especially. For the first time ever, Casey wondered what it’d be like, having an edge. Leverage. In a matter of hours, he’d gone from being the whipping-boy to having the sadistic tormentor who’d thrown every threat he could at Casey treating his sore, tingling hole to a thorough tongue-bath. Hoping to set more fantastic plans in motion, he pressed forward to place a gentle kiss on Dakin’s lips. He gave the lower one a tiny tease with his tongue before asking, “Will you come by after class… give me make-up work?”
Something dark, dangerous and beautiful flashed over Dakin’s face before taking Casey’s chin and kissed him with hot, desperate need. When he was sated, he broke away with a gasp and chuckle, reached to their gone-ignored glasses and handed Casey his, still filled halfway with champagne.
It tasted much better, this time around.
*END*
And TWO! :D
Title: Slap-Happy
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Warning(s): nothing BAD, just... rough-shmexing. :D
Synopsis: A 'first-time' is supposed to be... not this. Right?
The philosophy of “everyone’s different” applied to just about anything, and Zeke had seen plenty of those differences between he and Casey from their being simple friends to now. ‘Now’ consisted of making an odd, romantic pairing of themselves, a situation Zeke would never have predicted he’d be in. It turned out to be absolutely perfect, but-different. Differences. Loads of them.
Some of those differences were simple, no matter how mystifying Zeke found those simple differences to be. He never thought he’d ever run into any one human being who didn’t like lobster, but in hearing Casey say, “ew,” and “I actually hate that stuff,” when Zeke had ordered a bowl of lobster bisque at their favorite diner, Zeke wondered if they’d be able to keep their relationship going. Who the fuck hated something as delicious as motherfucking lobster?
What kept them together was his recognizing his own defiance to defaults; Casey’s jaw had dropped lower than Zeke’s had at the diner in learning that Zeke preferred instant mashed potatoes over the real thing. “How can you… but…” the boy had spluttered, even giving Zeke what could only be interpreted as a dirty look. From lobster to potato-preferences, wearing socks in bed to fuck-to-the-no-socks-in-bed, Zeke had seen many opposites between them.
The more serious “life stuff” was included; luckily, they both agreed with each other on abortion, politics and religion. With those three Big Things sometimes becoming the same damned thing at times, Zeke was glad Casey was rooting for Gore in 2000, hated judgmental people holding judgmental protests on a clinic’s lawn and leaned more toward a ‘spiritual’, independent religious concept instead of demonstrating his belief by sitting for hours in a pew. Some ideals, Zeke would stand firm on and never compromise.
But it was two and a half weeks into their relationship, still relishing in the newness of it. While Zeke was sure they’d come across more ways to clash with the boy he was starting to love, he’d be ready for it. One thing he was MORE than ready for, apparently, was going to happen after school. Today. In less than an hour. His fingers trembled a little as he held the slip of paper that’d been crammed into the grate of his locker, his name written on the back in Casey’s handwriting. No ‘love note’ was included. Just a receipt from Walgreens. The day before, at about six-twenty-Casey having left Zeke’s twenty minutes before-Casey had picked up a bag of Skittles (Zeke’s favorite candy), a box of Swiss Miss hot cocoa mix packets (with mini-marshmallows; omitting those was considered sacrilege in Zeke’s opinion), a mysterious store-brand item truncated into the letters ‘LuJel12oz’ (he’d love it, whatever it was) and a box of Trojans. Before he could glance back up to the Skittles to see if they were the original kind or his true candy favorite, the ‘Orchard’ variety, he’d shot his eyes back to the last item. A strange, pulsing and even heavenly glow began to brighten Zeke’s field of vision, the ink used in printing ‘TROJANS’ suddenly getting darker, going into high contrast against the white paper. He was so hyper focused, he almost missed the handwriting scrawled at the bottom of the slip:
mom said I could stay over tonight? ;)
Ninety-eight percent of Zeke was screaming, “YES!” in a shrill, shaky way deep inside, while the remaining two-percent was terrified to bits and pieces. No matter how different people approached things, one thing was for sure; they’d already discussed how sex between them would eventually go, and Casey preferred the ‘bottom bunk’ for his first time. Not a problem for Zeke, whatsoever, who’d started yearning for the day when he’d be hovering over that delicious, gorgeous body, shoving himself inside of it…
But Zeke was determined to only fantasize about that ‘shoving’… or pounding, banging, whatever else wasn’t meant for a young man’s first-time going gay-all-the-way. That had to go on the back-burner for when Casey was ready for it. Things could get as wild as they pleased, later on. Without telling Casey, he’d gone so far as to go online and do some research as to what first-time things worked best. In less than an hour, Zeke would be spooning the boy from behind, taking everything at a snail’s pace; he’d keep his ears open for any sign that Casey was feeling the slightest discomfort. The boy was too much of a people-pleaser, and Zeke wasn’t about to let Casey feel any sense of obligation that surpassed his own well-being. Not for this-no risks, just the hope for a very mutual, very magical first-time with each other.
But Zeke was still allowed to be giddy and enjoy the Cliff Notes version, summing up his very near future with a simplified I am so, SO gonna be fucking that boy today.
~*~
It may have been their first attempt at sex, but they’d already delved into plenty of foreplay by now. It’d ended up being something to be grateful for…
Nipple-play was something that got Casey going in a big way, getting proven by the many sighs, gasps and hums of pleasure he made as Zeke toyed with one from behind. His breathing hollowed even more when he did the usual of bringing up a hand to brush lightly over Zeke’s as the older boy stimulated the nub into a dark pink, hard peak. Casey found great excitement in the simple act of following Zeke’s movements, touching him as he moved.
They were both nude, and though Zeke was the hardest he’d ever been, he felt the most comfortable, ‘this is perfect’ warm-wonderful in just pressing his front to Casey’s back, his shaft nestled snugly just past the cleft of Casey’s ass. It made him feel like a puzzle piece, finding its perfect match. Every now and again, Casey would make a slow, languid rolling of his hips, moving his lower half back to give Zeke’s cock eye-crossing stimulation. It was all slow… the most meaningful sexual experience Zeke had come across, so far.
“Mmm, babe,” Casey said in a voice Zeke hadn’t heard yet. The word ‘babe’ resonated deep in Casey’s chest, like a piano wire being hit and held, soundwaves vibrating. Zeke could feel its small but strong thrum tickling his stomach and chest. Casey’s next action of lifting his leg up to go back, slide over Zeke’s naked thigh and hook his foot behind Zeke’s knee said please, oh please, fuck me, baby, loud and clear. Still…
“Want me?” Zeke asked, the words spoken into the kisses and sucks he made over the nape of Casey’s neck.
“Mmhmm…”
“Mmm,” Zeke hummed back. He let out his next breath in a low hiss, the air he let out making the hair at Casey’s temple tremble. “Want you, too. Bad.” Zeke opened his eyes in slits as he made the longest, hungriest suck yet upon the crook of Casey’s neck and shoulder. As the boy made a delightful coo, Zeke let his hand go from Casey’s chest, down to his hip, thigh then behind him, Zeke’s knuckles brushing over his cock as he started circling a fingertip around Casey’s tense, pouting anus. “Wanna play with you,” he said.
“Mmm-nn-yeah?” Casey said in a thick voice.
“Yeah. Get you ready for me.” Zeke made a quick glance to the bottle of Casey-funded lube on the side table-not yet. Instead of going straight for super-slippery aids, Zeke brought his hand to his mouth, gave his middle and forefinger a wet sucking then let them return to Casey’s overheated flesh. This time, he explored just a little further, pressing in to the middle of his forefinger’s nail. He made little squirming motions against the rock-solid ring, wanting to make it relax best he could. He resumed with the shoulder-worshiping, trailing his tongue in slow slides up and down the firm line of bone underneath. “Gonna take it slow, baby. You say, ‘no, wait’, I wait… ‘k?”
“’K,” Casey murmured back. Shaking a little, Casey waited through Zeke’s quick grab of the lube, pooling a quarter-sized amount on his fingers and massaging it around before he turned his head to run his nose along Zeke’s jaw. Seeing the invite for another kiss, Zeke took it gladly, easing some of Casey’s straining to reach him in lifting up and curling his chin over the boy’s shoulder. They held each other in a tongue-swirling suck, Zeke giving Casey’s lower lip a light tugging with his teeth before pushing forward more to go deeper, press harder. No matter Zeke’s growing excitement, he made the first finger go in as slow as he’d promised himself he’d make it, wishing for nothing more than for Casey’s body to get familiar with the small, breaching motions he made. Casey’s body tensed a little and he gasped as Zeke turned his hand by the wrist, a gentle corkscrewing motion letting his encased digit work the muscles deep inside. Imagining all nine-and-a-half inches getting treated to the tight, searing heat he was feeling had Zeke clench his eyes shut tight, the mantra don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush, running through his mind to remain focused on this ‘project’. He gave some warning to Casey as to what he planned next in stilling his finger and moving the middle finger waiting for entrance along the edge, pulling lightly against it before starting to go in to meet the other… slow, slow, slow…
He almost didn’t believe that both fingers had made it inside completely until Casey made a grunting groan and pressed his ass back to not just make Zeke go in deeper, but trap his hand between them. “More…” Casey said. “Please, m-more.”
Zeke swallowed. “Don’t rush, babe,” he said, but answered Casey’s plea in moving his ring finger around the stretched circle. The boy puffed out a breath through his nose; Zeke could see the side of his face, how tightly he was closing his eyes. “This is how it is; gotta take it easy.”
Casey made a slow nod against Zeke’s arm, serving as a pillow. Zeke lifted his forearm and dusted his fingers over Casey’s brow. He could feel the light sheen of sweat that had formed there, moistening the ends of Casey’s bangs. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Casey said, his nodding more insistent now.
Zeke looked down between them; Christ, he was hard. So, so goddamned hard. With the third finger halfway inside, everything wonderfully slippery and feeling ready, Zeke moved the hand at Casey’s forehead to the side table to pluck up an already-torn-open condom. The latex ring was removed and brought down to the tip of his dick. Watching himself cover the needy, rock-solid shaft was almost hypnotizing. Once done, Zeke took a deep breath, shimmied his hips down the bed a little to find the perfect angle and position then held onto the base firmly to guide himself to his goal.
“A-haah…” Casey opened his mouth in a perfect O and let a shuddering breath escape. He waited through Zeke’s small, calculated movements, each one meant to bring them to the ultimate act of what was set to be the best sex ever. It took everything he had to not lose it, grab onto Casey with both arms and make the first thrust something that caused a breakup. Zeke placed his hand firmly but gently around the base of Casey’s neck, making light squeezes over it with his thumb and forefinger, while the other hand began working the tip inside, taking things at an inhale… exhale… in; inhale… exhale… in… pace. Casey’s breathing quickened, making Zeke go still.
“O-Okay?”
Another nod, accompanied by a light, irking squeal. That had Zeke relax and move forward a little. His parted lips breathed against Casey’s neck, staying there as the hand at his dick was brought up and over Casey’s hip then down to start a lazy milking of Casey’s cock.
“Ah… I… don’t. Don’t touch.”
‘Don’t touch’? “Wha?”
“Bothers me…”
“You… don’t want me to… no handjob?”
Yet another frantic nod. This was the LAST thing Zeke expected. “Am I hurting you, do I need to back off?” he asked as he moved away.
“NO, s-stay… go a-ahead, no handjob, k-keep…” Casey said. He made the next swallow louder and more visible as he stilled and waited… ah.
“Wanna be sure you get o-off, y’know…” Zeke said as he returned to the process of sheathing himself. He’d gotten himself three-quarters of the way in when he made one last, long pause… inhale… exhale…
Oh-God-IN-nnn… his brain stuttered as it registered the fact that he was completely swallowed by Casey’s tight, hungry body now, no more half-inch by half-inch left to work inside. Zeke held onto Casey’s hip tight and he squirmed to feel each bump and slide he made, the heat of it all making him start to sweat. “It’s s-so… good in here,” Zeke said. “’Could s-stay like this, a-all day…”
Casey’s only response was to make a small but sudden jerk back. Zeke startled a little, especially with the sharp cry Casey punched into the air around them. As mind-blowingly awesome as the stimulation just that alone gave to Zeke, he gripped Casey’s hip tighter and said, “You okay?”
“G-God… stop.”
“Does it hurt?”
“ASKING. Stop asking m-me ‘you o-okay?’” Casey’s voice deepened with the last words, emulating Zeke. It could even be considered exaggerated-taunting. Zeke frowned.
“I’m supposed to ask. D-Don’t wanna hurt you…” he replied in a small voice.
“S… Sorry. Feeling impatient, d-dunno why,” Casey muttered.
Zeke relaxed his face into a small smile and kissed Casey’s shoulder. “We’ve got almost two days-no need,” he said. Nonetheless, he began pushing his hips forward, then back-still slow, but well on the way to creating a rhythm for them both. On his first press in, Casey once again pushed back; it wasn’t the strangely insistent jerking from before, but Zeke still bit his lip and held onto Casey’s hip tighter. Whether Casey wanted to impale himself straight into the hospital or not, Zeke wasn’t going to let any unplanned emergencies ruin the bliss-potential he hoped for them.
Finally feeling safe enough, Zeke all but plastered Casey’s back to his front and focused all precision and movement with his hips and ass, driving into Casey with growing strength. Insistence. Just as he felt like he’d gotten their fuck textbook-perfect, he felt Casey pushing and pulling opposite Zeke’s motions. His hand kept slipping on Casey’s hip, an awkward, odd mismatch suddenly making everything feel… weird. Zeke groaned and stopped. “Case… babe, lemmee lead,” he said, unable to help himself from chuckling a little.
“It’s not… that…”
“Huh?”
Casey furrowed his brow and shook his head a little. “Never mind. S-Sorry.”
Something was wrong. It was undeniable. Zeke sank into the bed, keeping himself sheathed inside of Casey yet worrying over how he felt his erection lilting. They’d made it this far--what the hell was this hold-up about? “What’s wr-“
“It’s too slow. I want… to get going. A l-little,” Casey said.
“I’m only trying to do this right, babe, we can’t just-“ Zeke startled a little when Casey moved forward, letting Zeke’s dick go in a shot. The build-up crashing into the unexpected hot exit sent more blood to his cock, almost too much. “A l-little warning next time, maybe? G-God…”
With a steel-jawed expression, Casey moved onto his back, his ass pressing against Zeke’s thighs. “Stand up…” he said, tacking on a, “Please? I mean… please?”
“You want me standing and… not the best position for a ‘first time’…”
“Zeke, please. P-Please?”
Sighing, Zeke caved to the demand. He somehow unlocked his legs from their bent position, put his feet to the hardwood flooring and watched as Casey shimmied himself down to get himself positioned to Zeke’s fuck-hungry dick. It was then that Zeke took note of Casey’s sexual-state. The usually-impressive shaft lie to the side, limp. While Zeke’s cock was all but screaming for release and stimulation, Casey’s seemed to be taking a nap. “C’mon… lemmee at least get you HALF-hard-“ Zeke said, but Casey shook his head fast.
“Just fuck me, lift me up a little,” he said in a panting rush. He set his eyes on Zeke; he had a determined, ballsy expression, gone still and quiet besides his heavy breathing.
“Oh… ‘kay…” Zeke mumbled before hooking Casey’s ankles onto his shoulders. That lifted Casey’s ass a few inches from the bed, giving Zeke a good angle for ‘reentry’. Still… “You sure? First times-“
“FUCK. Me.” Casey demanded through gritted teeth.
‘He’s… kinda scary right now,’ Zeke thought, but managed to push past the uncertainty to keep from losing any ‘oomph’ down below. Once again, he positioned and pushed his hips forward in a slow but uninterrupted slide, not bothering to go as easy. No pained yelping came from Casey; his steely look remained as he lowered down to the bed, clawed his fingers into the mattress with one hand, the other gripping the end of the bed. “Hmm-mmm…” Casey hummed as if meditating.
Zeke bit his lip and pressed forward, back… forward… back… he returned to the pattern he’d started before, only this time, the angle created a deeper-and riskier-reach. Gravity was more in play now, Zeke’s body moving down carrying the potential for losing control when it came to one uncalculated, stabbing gut-punch for Casey to experience. Zeke’s legs, hips and back started to ache in trying to fulfill this sudden, strange need Casey had for-
Another shocked jolt hit Zeke when Casey made another surprise jerk with his entire body, once again showing his want for emergency surgery. Zeke sniffed in a hot, frustrated breath as he grabbed Casey’s thighs and stopped everything. “’K, what the hell is going on?”
“Zeke, please…”
“Look, if you want more say in how this goes, SAY it. Don’t do shit that’s gonna send your dad over here to kick my ass for gutting his friggin’ son!”
Casey’s almost-angry expression melted into one of-woe? The hands going to his face to rub at the frown he wore wasn’t emoting pleasure or happiness, just a strange, upsetting frustration that Zeke had no idea over what could’ve created it. “I…” Casey finally broke the silence, stopped to huff a moment then closed his eyes as he said, “It just… really didn’t hurt. Like, at all. Kept expecting it to, but…”
Zeke blinked furiously; he relaxed his arm’s hold on Casey’s legs and let a hand slide over his knee. “Well, that’s-good. Right? Like... you don’t fuckin’ want it to hurt…” Zeke cocked an eyebrow. “…Right?”
Casey took a deep breath, one full of focus and concentration. His eyes reopened, the intense blue of them set on Zeke’s face as he spoke, “I don’t want---a handjob. I want you-to fuck me--hard enough to…”
With the next pause stretching out into eternity, Zeke shook his head, “Casey, just SAY it already-“
“Screw my ass hard enough for my dick to… move,” Casey spat out.
Zeke raised his eyebrows, gazing at every sign of embarrassment a person could wear. The growing-red cheeks, averted eyes and pouty expression was more adorable than Zeke would dare describe; he doubted Casey would appreciate any taunting, at least in a ”ha ha!” manner. “Ah,” Zeke finally said.
“Don’t give me any shit abo-“ Casey went to warn him, but was silenced by a squealing choke when Zeke thrust forward in a hard, forceful shove. He curled his wrists and hands tight around Casey’s calves and smirked.
“Safe-word’s ‘carrot’.”
The anticipation Casey was starting to feel became visible. His fists balled into the blanket, and the muscles in his chest tensed and moved up a little; obvious preparation for how Zeke was requested to proceed. Zeke pulled back slowly, thought, well, he asked for it then plunged forward with enough force to make Casey throw his head back and cry out. With no mention of root vegetables made, Zeke snarled and made a series of thrusts which sent Casey into a howling, open-mouthed mess. The muscles in Zeke’s thighs and ass were already aching with tension, but with a quick adjustment in bending a knee to brace it onto the mattress, he not only felt some relief-the angle made everything deeper, more violent. Going by Casey’s neck arching up, eyes wide and staring at Zeke and shaking lips, it wasn’t just good, but Goldilocks.
Just right.
The boy’s eyes dropped down to his dick, watching it bounce lightly onto his belly. Zeke made a gruff-sounding huff, grabbed Casey’s bangs and shoved him down, hard enough to make Casey’s back arch away from the bed. That and his continuous pounding into Casey turned the light slaps into a wide, back-and-forth pendulum. Zeke couldn’t help from staring; he’d always rolled his eyes, chuckled even, when gay porn directed the ‘receiver’ to make a helicopter of himself. It was crass, vulgar, in-your-face-whatever else used to describe what NOT to attempt during a first-time with one’s lover. But for Casey’s first-time, and essentially Zeke’s, there’d be no hearts, flowers and gentle caresses.
‘Well…’ Zeke thought. He couldn’t keep up the pace he had going for hours at a time, and even if Casey wanted to explore every kink and vulgarity he’d only just discovered in the last ten minutes, he WAS someone Zeke cared about. With a guttural groan, Zeke paused to lower himself down, loosen his hold on Casey’s hair and plaster their bodies together, all to latch his mouth onto Casey’s. There was a split-second of defiance when Casey made a petulant noise in his throat and his lower half squirmed, but he melted into the kiss anyway. Zeke made it smooth and sweet a few moments before moving away, just an inch or two, keeping their foreheads together. With a snarl, he swooped his tongue around Casey’s mouth, a growl decorating the wet, explicit motions. Casey shuddered and opened his mouth wider, inviting Zeke to dive in again. “Baby bird,” Zeke murmured before swirling his tongue in and around Casey’s hot, hungry mouth. It seemed a good time to kick-off a second round of thrusts, adding a little torture in not letting Casey’s dick ‘fly free’ as he so wanted. Sure enough, Casey mewled and squirmed in desperation. Zeke unlatched his smirk from Casey’s lips and moved them down to just under his ear, sucking there while saying, “You dirty, dirty boy…”
“P-Please, Ze… Zeke…”
Without warning, Zeke lifted himself up, exited Casey’s body then went to the pillows. He tugged Casey with him by the wrist, trying to get the boy to comply without telling him what to do. The boy seemed confused a moment, especially when Zeke shimmied down to lie on his back. Casey turned this way and that, blinking furiously. “Wha…”
“Get on it,” Zeke said. When Casey moved to straddle him, Zeke rolled his eyes, took hold of his dick to hold it straight up and motioned Casey to face away from him. “Lay down, ON me… like…”
He didn’t have to give any more instruction, apparently. Casey’s understanding showed in his straddling Zeke again, this time over the older boy’s thighs facing away. It not only thrilled Casey to take this new, overt position, but getting to see Casey as he was, right now? “Lemmee…” Zeke said, staring at Casey’s too-pretty backside. “Lemmee play with you again a sec.”
“Zeke…” Casey muttered in protest, but stopped with a choke when Zeke reached down and started a rough fingering into the boy’s anus. He groaned and helped in Zeke’s task by holding himself open, holding each side with a tight, white-knuckled grip.
“Thought you were a good boy. Fuckin’ wrong,” Zeke said, hypnotized by the sight and feel of Casey’s ass all but swallowing two fingers now. He went to say, “Acting like a…” but stopped cold. He couldn’t take things that far.
“Say it.”
Or maybe he could. He gritted his teeth, removed his fingers and yanked Casey back against him by the shoulder. Casey panted as he fought to get Zeke inside of him, Zeke helping in guiding his dick between them with his hand. “Little cock-slut,” he said directly into Casey’s ear, giving it a wide, wet lick as he felt his cock sliding inside the boy again.
“Oh… oh fuck me…” Casey said, letting himself sink down and take Zeke in completely.
“Fuck me, do it. C’mon.”
It was only fair. While Zeke provided enough up-and-down resistance, Casey was the one in charge now. Zeke threw an arm over Casey’s shoulder to the other side of his chest. He found the nipple there hard and aching for stimulation, which he gladly gave it in flicks and pinches, all while Casey created a rhythm between them. It wasn’t long before he found what he wanted-a thrusting, push-pull that sent the boy’s cock swaying back and forth and around. Zeke stared over Casey’s body to it, listening to its slapping over Casey’s gone-taut stomach. “Bet you could cum like this, huh?” Zeke whispered into the shell of Casey’s ear.
“Oh G-God…”
“Your dick’s big enough to leave bruises, the way you like it… c’mon, m-my lil’ fuck-toy. C’mon.” While still plucking at Casey’s nipple, Zeke slid his other hand out from between them and braced it in the bend of Casey’s groin. He could clearly feel the tremulous shaking of Casey’s body as it strived for its imminent release. The need to see it happen was enough for Zeke to feel anger, showing it in taking Casey’s earlobe in his teeth to clench onto it firmly. That was enough for Casey to cry out, slap his hands down to the bed and hold on tight as he came, milky-white strands getting thrown in long lines over his body. A few went as far as his neck and chin, the scent of it reaching Zeke’s nostrils. It was wild and wonderful, hearing Casey’s cat-like yowling drift off into pants and moans as he reached his orgasm’s end. “Mmm… good boy…” Zeke said in a hum against Casey’s neck.
The expectation that Casey would go cross-eyed and pass out from overstimulation was squashed out when he sat up carefully but quick, turned and pulled the condom from Zeke’s dick. Zeke stared in mute shock as Casey, wet with sweat and semen, laid himself down over Zeke’s thighs and swallowed his rock-hard shaft into his mouth. The mess he was leaving on Zeke in his continuous squirming and sliding was going to make for the best shower, later. MUCH later, if Zeke had anything to say about it.