C/Z ficlet
A bit of fluffity fluff in light of what happened in California yesterday
Constitutional
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: G
"Hey," Casey whispered, head bent close over Zeke's sleeping face, one hand brushing back Zeke's damp hair from his forehead. Zeke was still a little warm, but at least his breathing was less labored. Though he hated to tear Zeke from his much needed rest, there was no way Casey would let him sleep through this. He gave Zeke's shoulder a gentle shake. "Wake up, Tyler."
Zeke sighed heavily and tried to squirm away from Casey and back to sleep.
"Come on, Zeke," said Casey, leaning his forehead on Zeke's, slowly rubbing their noses together. Zeke wrinkled his and Casey chuckled as he witnessed Zeke's valiant effort not to sneeze. "I have good news for you."
"Later," Zeke sighed, trying to push Casey away. "Sleepy."
"I think you'll love this, babe," Casey said. "I think it's even better than antibiotics."
Zeke groaned. "Don't want more pills."
"No, Zeke, listen. Open your eyes."
"Nnuh."
Casey shifted forward and placed his mouth on Zeke's chapped lips.
Zeke's eyes flew open. "What the..." he croaked, one hand reaching up to grab Casey's arm. He scowled. "Fuck you, Connor. Who's gonna look after you if you catch this, too? I'm not gonna fetch and carry for you. I'm sick."
"Tyler, shut up," said Casey, his smile wide. "Proposition 8 had been overturned. Judge ruled it unconstitutional."
Zeke stayed still, looking up, blinking slowly, at Casey's beaming face.
"Do you understand what that means?" said Casey, voice low and tight, too excited.
Zeke breathed, a little noisily.
Casey took Zeke hand in his, kissed the knuckles. "I love you Ezekiel Tyler. Will you marry me?"
Zeke stared at Casey. His hand on Casey's arm slowly, a little tremblingly, went up to stroke Casey's hair. "Okay."
Casey chuckled. "Good," he said, giving Zeke another kiss. He sat up, squeezing Zeke's hand. "I'm going to go buy the rings now."
"What?" Zeke laughed, a dry sound that quickly turned into thick, painful coughs. Casey helped him to a half-sitting position and rubbed him on the back.
The coughing fit passed, Zeke sank back into his pillows, eyes closed, breathing shallowly. Casey helped him drink from a mug with a straw and sat for a while watching Zeke.
"Some husband you'll make, Case," rasped Zeke, "leaving me when I'm so sick I need help getting to the bathroom."
"You'll go back to sleep in a while," said Casey, smiling as he tucked Zeke in under the chocolate brown comforter. "I'm too excited. I'll only be talking too loud on the phone, banging on the keyboard, channel-flipping. You need your sleep. I won't be gone for long."
"Thank you," Zeke sighed. He opened his eyes. "You really going to buy me a ring?"
Casey laughed. "Well, maybe not a ring. Not now anyway." He smiled, rather shyly. "Maybe flowers. And wine. And chocolate. Maybe."
Zeke nodded. "Don't go too long."
"You know I won't," said Casey, moving in for another light kiss.
"Buy toothpaste while you're at it," murmured Zeke, wrapping long arms around Casey, stealing a quick hug. "We're nearly out."
"Okay," said Casey, standing up. "Your phone's on the table. You'll be okay, right?"
"I won't die," said Zeke, eyes closing again.
Grinning, Casey left the room, calling out over his shoulder, "Love you, Tyler."
"Love you, Case."
~fin
Constitutional
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: G
"Hey," Casey whispered, head bent close over Zeke's sleeping face, one hand brushing back Zeke's damp hair from his forehead. Zeke was still a little warm, but at least his breathing was less labored. Though he hated to tear Zeke from his much needed rest, there was no way Casey would let him sleep through this. He gave Zeke's shoulder a gentle shake. "Wake up, Tyler."
Zeke sighed heavily and tried to squirm away from Casey and back to sleep.
"Come on, Zeke," said Casey, leaning his forehead on Zeke's, slowly rubbing their noses together. Zeke wrinkled his and Casey chuckled as he witnessed Zeke's valiant effort not to sneeze. "I have good news for you."
"Later," Zeke sighed, trying to push Casey away. "Sleepy."
"I think you'll love this, babe," Casey said. "I think it's even better than antibiotics."
Zeke groaned. "Don't want more pills."
"No, Zeke, listen. Open your eyes."
"Nnuh."
Casey shifted forward and placed his mouth on Zeke's chapped lips.
Zeke's eyes flew open. "What the..." he croaked, one hand reaching up to grab Casey's arm. He scowled. "Fuck you, Connor. Who's gonna look after you if you catch this, too? I'm not gonna fetch and carry for you. I'm sick."
"Tyler, shut up," said Casey, his smile wide. "Proposition 8 had been overturned. Judge ruled it unconstitutional."
Zeke stayed still, looking up, blinking slowly, at Casey's beaming face.
"Do you understand what that means?" said Casey, voice low and tight, too excited.
Zeke breathed, a little noisily.
Casey took Zeke hand in his, kissed the knuckles. "I love you Ezekiel Tyler. Will you marry me?"
Zeke stared at Casey. His hand on Casey's arm slowly, a little tremblingly, went up to stroke Casey's hair. "Okay."
Casey chuckled. "Good," he said, giving Zeke another kiss. He sat up, squeezing Zeke's hand. "I'm going to go buy the rings now."
"What?" Zeke laughed, a dry sound that quickly turned into thick, painful coughs. Casey helped him to a half-sitting position and rubbed him on the back.
The coughing fit passed, Zeke sank back into his pillows, eyes closed, breathing shallowly. Casey helped him drink from a mug with a straw and sat for a while watching Zeke.
"Some husband you'll make, Case," rasped Zeke, "leaving me when I'm so sick I need help getting to the bathroom."
"You'll go back to sleep in a while," said Casey, smiling as he tucked Zeke in under the chocolate brown comforter. "I'm too excited. I'll only be talking too loud on the phone, banging on the keyboard, channel-flipping. You need your sleep. I won't be gone for long."
"Thank you," Zeke sighed. He opened his eyes. "You really going to buy me a ring?"
Casey laughed. "Well, maybe not a ring. Not now anyway." He smiled, rather shyly. "Maybe flowers. And wine. And chocolate. Maybe."
Zeke nodded. "Don't go too long."
"You know I won't," said Casey, moving in for another light kiss.
"Buy toothpaste while you're at it," murmured Zeke, wrapping long arms around Casey, stealing a quick hug. "We're nearly out."
"Okay," said Casey, standing up. "Your phone's on the table. You'll be okay, right?"
"I won't die," said Zeke, eyes closing again.
Grinning, Casey left the room, calling out over his shoulder, "Love you, Tyler."
"Love you, Case."
~fin