Sharing is Caring (Casey/Zeke/OMC) NC-17
Title: Sharing is Caring
Author: moit
Pairing: Casey/Zeke/OMG
Fandom: The Faculty
Summary: It's Zeke's birthday, and Casey's got a speshul surprise for him.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Word Count: 2,385
Beta: The inCOMPORABLE Miss claudia603, who deserves a medal for dealing with my bullshit. :) :) Love YOU, too. :D
Author's Note: Happy birthday to my very dear, honeyandvinegar. This is for you, babe.
What's your biggest fantasy? Casey had asked him.
Although the words were finally pulled out of Zeke's mouth, he never expected that he'd come home and find Casey in a sexified version of a Catholic school uniform washing the dishes, like that made any fucking sense.
"Babe?" Zeke asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"
Casey spun around and Zeke was treated to the full effect of the loafers, white knee-socks, dark blue shorts (certainly shorter than regulation length), white button-up, and tie. He looked like every pedophile's wet dream. "Happy birthday, baby!"
Zeke caught the armful of boy-meat with just a slight grunt of surprise. "I wasn't expecting to see you so dolled up." His hand strayed to squeeze Casey's plump ass. "And I'm not complaining."
"Easy, stud, we've got dinner plans," Casey said with a giggle, twisting out of Zeke's grip.
"Fuck dinner. I'm horny."
"Honey, we have a guest."
Zeke noticed for the first time that there was a strange man sitting in his dining room. He resisted the strong urge to demand Casey put on a robe. This had been his fantasy, after all.
That's all? Casey had said, in response to Zeke's desire to see him dressed as a school-boy.
Well, Zeke had said. I'm sure you'd never go for a threesome . . .
Which led Zeke back to the strange man in his kitchen.
"I'm Ronald," the man said, standing up and extending his hand. "But you can call me Ron."
Zeke took the proffered hand, overtly sizing the man up. Ron looked to be in his early 40s with a touch of grey in his hair. He wore an impeccable suit, Italian-made, if Zeke was correct, which he usually was. This guy was definitely Casey's type.
"I'm Zeke," he said.
"Yes, Casey told me."
"And how did you come to meet my darling husband?"
"Oh, I've known Casey for quite a while. We met while he was still at Ohio State. He never told you about me?"
"No, he didn't," Zeke said, with a slight growl in Casey's direction.
"Easy, Tiger," Casey replied, walking over with a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Ron was my English lit professor. Remember how I used to gush over Dr. David? The one I had that huge crush on?"
"You're Dr. David?" Zeke exclaimed, looking back at Ron.
"Dr. Ron David, at your service," he said with a slight bow.
"Wow." Zeke shook his head. "I always just assumed that David was your first name. At least, by the way Casey used to talk about you."
"Casey was always quite fond of me in class."
This time, Casey had the decency to blush. Zeke smirked and pulled the blushing boy against the side of his body. "Did Casey ever tell you that we used to role-play your class?"
"No, actually he didn't," Ron said, watching Casey and Zeke's exchange curiously.
"All the time," Zeke continued, stroking a hand up Casey's bare arm. "He'd come home from class . . . and he'd call me 'Professor,' and he'd be so worked up, I'd just fuck him over the kitchen table." By this point, Casey was blushing scarlet, but Zeke could see that he was beginning to tent his boyshorts. "What a naughty boy you are, Casey. Getting hard for one of your old teachers."
Ron uncorked the wine and poured himself a glass, seemingly content to just watch the scene play out in front of him. He loosened his tie a bit, but otherwise, he stayed completely silent and still.
Casey had gone silent, sinking back into Zeke. This was supposed to be Zeke’s birthday present, but he would happily hand over the reigns to Casey if it meant Zeke was going to lose himself in pleasure.
Zeke slid one hand up Casey’s shirt, enjoying the sounds he was making. He thumbed the boy’s nipples, feeling them harden into little points.
“You like that, boy?” he growled into Casey’s ear.
When Casey didn’t answer, Zeke twisted one of Casey’s nipples, tearing a cry out of his throat. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” Casey squeaked, back arching, inadvertently pushing his rear into Zeke’s groin.
“Good boy,” Zeke said softly. He spun Casey around and pushed him away. “Strip.”
Casey looked down at his outfit. “Now?”
“No, next week. Yes, now!”
“All of it?” Casey asked, fingering the tie.
Zeke watched him, considering. “Just the shorts. A little slut like you doesn’t need to be completely naked to get fucked.”
Casey’s shorts were around his ankles in an instant. His cock bounced up, resting indecently against the crisp white shirt and tie. Zeke unconsciously licked his lips.
“Now I want you to suck the Professor’s cock.”
Zeke had to hand it to Ron. The man barely even blinked as he set his wine glass aside to keep it from getting spilled. Casey dropped to his knees, a rosy blush staining his cheeks, as he stared shyly up at his former professor.
“Go on, sweetie. Unbutton them,” Ron said gently, as though he really was coaxing one of his students to suck his cock. The thought of such debauchery-the thought of that student being Casey, especially, thrilled Zeke to no end. Neither of them had been with anyone else since they got together in their final year at Herrington, after the whole alien debacle, and it seemed just about time to do something like this. At this point, Zeke would probably have given up sex for a year to see Casey on his knees in front of someone else, as long as he got to watch, of course.
The space between Ron’s cock and Casey’s lips seemed to stand still in time, making Zeke want to reach down and shove Casey’s mouth down. He realised that he was breathing heavily, and they hadn’t done hardly anything yet. He’d barely just kissed Casey hello. Silently, he prayed this night would not be over too quickly. And then Casey’s lips covered the head of Ron’s cock.
Had it not been for years of control, Zeke would have come, untouched, into his work pants.
Zeke watched as Casey’s sweet mouth worked down Ron’s generous shaft and back up. He knew what that mouth was capable of-he’d had it for the last seven years. It had even been him who taught Casey to deep-throat. Easy, boy. Just relax your throat. Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head as he canted his hips in time to the motion of Casey’s mouth. His hand found Casey’s hair, rubbing the silky strands between his fingers.
Unable to help himself any longer, Zeke reached into his fly and pulled his own cock out. He matched his strokes to the movement of Casey’s head, imagining that it was his cock Casey had his lips wrapped around. He had to slow down a couple times just to ensure he wouldn’t blow before the main event.
Casey lifted his head, eyes half-mast, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and fixed his dark blue gaze on Ron’s face. “You need to fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Ron looked to Zeke, silently asking for permission. Zeke nodded.
In a flash, Ron hauled Casey to his feet and hoisted him up onto the kitchen table. He took Casey’s ankles in each of his hands, spreading the boy wide. Zeke could see the moisture between his cheeks, indicating that he’d prepped himself earlier in the evening. He wasn’t sure how long Ron had been there, but he was sure Casey had been alone when he’d done it. The thought of Casey fingering himself in preparation for this moment sent a bolt of pleasure through his body.
But as Ron shuffled closer, taking his cock in hand, something in Zeke’s mind snapped.
“No.”
Ron looked over his shoulder. “No?” Zeke’s command had infiltrated his lust-hazed brain, but he just stood there dumbly with his cock still in his hand.
“Zeke, what do you mean ‘no’? If someone doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to take it myself!” Casey cried, wiggling his ass for emphasis.
“Get the fuck away from my husband!” Zeke growled, striding over. He physically pushed Ron out of the way and shoved his way inside Casey’s body.
“Ohh, yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me, Zeke!” Casey shouted, nearly going incoherent with the pleasure of their coupling.
“That’s right. Nobody fucks you like me, right baby?” Zeke panted, setting up a bruising rhythm. When he fucked Casey this hard, the other man always woke up with bruises on the inside of his thighs. That thought spurred him on even harder.
Casey was mewling and clutching at Zeke’s work shirt, his ass, anything he could to leverage himself. His ass clenched rhythmically around Zeke’s cock, making him nearly see stars. That trick Casey had learned on his own.
Zeke leaned down and ripped Casey’s shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the table. He attacked Casey’s nipples with his mouth, alternating between biting and sucking. By now, Casey was nothing but a writhing, sobbing mess begging to come. Zeke grinned against Casey’s skin. Nobody had touched his cock, and Zeke didn’t intend to let him come until he’d had his.
He straightened his body and pulled Casey’s hips to the edge of the table. This angle allowed him to go deeper and he knew he was plowing into Casey’s prostate. Leaning down to place his lips just above Casey’s, he whispered, “Ask me.”
But Casey pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. He wasn’t going to beg, at least not yet.
Zeke grinned wolfishly and palmed Casey’s hips. If he wouldn’t ask, Zeke would make him beg. He pulled out and tugged at Casey’s ankle. “Turn over.”
Despite Casey’s reluctance to give in, he turned over, presenting Zeke with his well-used, well-oiled backside. He’d also gone for a wax the day before and was completely smooth. Zeke ran his palm over Casey’s cleft appreciatively. He heard a strangled moan from the vicinity of Casey’s head. He’d no doubt have bruises on his knees in the morning, but for the best birthday present ever, it would be completely worth it.
Zeke slid back inside Casey’s body in one smooth stroke. He stayed flush against Casey’s body, balls to balls. Reaching down, he finally, finally took hold of Casey’s cock, giving it just a couple quick strokes before letting go. Casey whimpered in response, but Zeke stayed still, leaving his cock untouched.
“Zeeeeke,” Casey droned, attempting to twist his hips, but Zeke held him steady.
“I’m not moving until you ask me.”
“Zeke,” Casey said again, this time sounding more like a growl.
But Zeke pretended not to hear him. He ran his hands over the knitted socks covering Casey’s calves, tracing the outline of the muscles tense from the exertion of holding his current position. It only took two circuits before Casey gave in.
“Okay, fine. Please. Please please please, Zeke, just let me come.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zeke drawled, tracing the damp skin beneath the hem of Casey’s shirt.
“Zeke, seriously.”
“Not good enough,” Zeke taunted.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, FUCK ME!” Casey shouted, pulling off Zeke’s cock slightly, and slamming back into the cradle of his hips.
“That’s more like it.” Zeke bit down firmly on his bottom lip as he thrust almost brutally into Casey’s body. Casey keened like a wounded cat and met him at every thrust.
Zeke felt his orgasm well up inside of him and shoot out his cock like every cell in his body had given up and centered down to the joint of his cock and Casey’s hole. He pumped shallowly until every bit of his release was emptied inside Casey’s willing body. Then he pulled out.
Casey rolled over. He was covered in sweat and still completely hard.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I know it’s your birthday, but you can not leave me like that.”
Zeke pulled his shirt off and wiped his face with it as he caught his breath. He glanced to the chair where Ron now sat-he’d almost forgot the man was there in his lust-filled haze. “You want to get off?”
Ron nodded. He was still stroking his cock, and apparently didn’t trust his mouth for words.
“You can have his mouth, but his ass is mine.” He turned back to Casey. “Suck the Professor off and I’ll let you have yours.”
Casey pulled his sweaty weak-limbed body off the kitchen table and slid back to his knees in front of Ron. Almost as soon as he swallowed him, Ron came noisily down his throat. Casey sat back on his heels and looked back at Zeke, who was watching with dark eyes while he smoked a post-coital cigarette.
“Can you stand?” he asked, snuffing his cigarette out in the ashtray.
Casey nodded. It took him a moment, but he managed to stand, leaking boner and all. Zeke knelt down, cradling Casey’s round bottom in his hands, and wrapped his lips around Casey’s cock. Casey took longer than Ron, partly because he was just enjoying the feeling of Zeke’s mouth on him. No matter how many times one has his cock sucked, it never seems to be enough. But when Zeke snaked a hand around to swirl a finger around the sensitive entrance to Casey’s body, he lost it, coming with a loud cry.
Zeke licked the last of Casey’s seed off his cock and stood up. He lit two cigarettes and handed Casey one.
“I think that’s the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” Ron said.
Zeke looked over at the man, and all he could do was laugh. “Spend a couple more nights at our house, and you’ll learn that this was pretty fuckin’ tame.”
Casey hunted about for his shorts and pulled them back on. “You’re still staying for dinner, right?”
Ron looked slightly confused, but nodded. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting to eat after all . . . that.”
Casey and Zeke shared a laugh.
“Another common thing in our house,” Casey said. “I’m going to wash up, then I’ll be back down.”
After Casey disappeared, Zeke turned to Ron. “Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for ‘dessert’.”
Ron had the decency to blush.
Author: moit
Pairing: Casey/Zeke/OMG
Fandom: The Faculty
Summary: It's Zeke's birthday, and Casey's got a speshul surprise for him.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Word Count: 2,385
Beta: The inCOMPORABLE Miss claudia603, who deserves a medal for dealing with my bullshit. :) :) Love YOU, too. :D
Author's Note: Happy birthday to my very dear, honeyandvinegar. This is for you, babe.
What's your biggest fantasy? Casey had asked him.
Although the words were finally pulled out of Zeke's mouth, he never expected that he'd come home and find Casey in a sexified version of a Catholic school uniform washing the dishes, like that made any fucking sense.
"Babe?" Zeke asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"
Casey spun around and Zeke was treated to the full effect of the loafers, white knee-socks, dark blue shorts (certainly shorter than regulation length), white button-up, and tie. He looked like every pedophile's wet dream. "Happy birthday, baby!"
Zeke caught the armful of boy-meat with just a slight grunt of surprise. "I wasn't expecting to see you so dolled up." His hand strayed to squeeze Casey's plump ass. "And I'm not complaining."
"Easy, stud, we've got dinner plans," Casey said with a giggle, twisting out of Zeke's grip.
"Fuck dinner. I'm horny."
"Honey, we have a guest."
Zeke noticed for the first time that there was a strange man sitting in his dining room. He resisted the strong urge to demand Casey put on a robe. This had been his fantasy, after all.
That's all? Casey had said, in response to Zeke's desire to see him dressed as a school-boy.
Well, Zeke had said. I'm sure you'd never go for a threesome . . .
Which led Zeke back to the strange man in his kitchen.
"I'm Ronald," the man said, standing up and extending his hand. "But you can call me Ron."
Zeke took the proffered hand, overtly sizing the man up. Ron looked to be in his early 40s with a touch of grey in his hair. He wore an impeccable suit, Italian-made, if Zeke was correct, which he usually was. This guy was definitely Casey's type.
"I'm Zeke," he said.
"Yes, Casey told me."
"And how did you come to meet my darling husband?"
"Oh, I've known Casey for quite a while. We met while he was still at Ohio State. He never told you about me?"
"No, he didn't," Zeke said, with a slight growl in Casey's direction.
"Easy, Tiger," Casey replied, walking over with a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Ron was my English lit professor. Remember how I used to gush over Dr. David? The one I had that huge crush on?"
"You're Dr. David?" Zeke exclaimed, looking back at Ron.
"Dr. Ron David, at your service," he said with a slight bow.
"Wow." Zeke shook his head. "I always just assumed that David was your first name. At least, by the way Casey used to talk about you."
"Casey was always quite fond of me in class."
This time, Casey had the decency to blush. Zeke smirked and pulled the blushing boy against the side of his body. "Did Casey ever tell you that we used to role-play your class?"
"No, actually he didn't," Ron said, watching Casey and Zeke's exchange curiously.
"All the time," Zeke continued, stroking a hand up Casey's bare arm. "He'd come home from class . . . and he'd call me 'Professor,' and he'd be so worked up, I'd just fuck him over the kitchen table." By this point, Casey was blushing scarlet, but Zeke could see that he was beginning to tent his boyshorts. "What a naughty boy you are, Casey. Getting hard for one of your old teachers."
Ron uncorked the wine and poured himself a glass, seemingly content to just watch the scene play out in front of him. He loosened his tie a bit, but otherwise, he stayed completely silent and still.
Casey had gone silent, sinking back into Zeke. This was supposed to be Zeke’s birthday present, but he would happily hand over the reigns to Casey if it meant Zeke was going to lose himself in pleasure.
Zeke slid one hand up Casey’s shirt, enjoying the sounds he was making. He thumbed the boy’s nipples, feeling them harden into little points.
“You like that, boy?” he growled into Casey’s ear.
When Casey didn’t answer, Zeke twisted one of Casey’s nipples, tearing a cry out of his throat. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” Casey squeaked, back arching, inadvertently pushing his rear into Zeke’s groin.
“Good boy,” Zeke said softly. He spun Casey around and pushed him away. “Strip.”
Casey looked down at his outfit. “Now?”
“No, next week. Yes, now!”
“All of it?” Casey asked, fingering the tie.
Zeke watched him, considering. “Just the shorts. A little slut like you doesn’t need to be completely naked to get fucked.”
Casey’s shorts were around his ankles in an instant. His cock bounced up, resting indecently against the crisp white shirt and tie. Zeke unconsciously licked his lips.
“Now I want you to suck the Professor’s cock.”
Zeke had to hand it to Ron. The man barely even blinked as he set his wine glass aside to keep it from getting spilled. Casey dropped to his knees, a rosy blush staining his cheeks, as he stared shyly up at his former professor.
“Go on, sweetie. Unbutton them,” Ron said gently, as though he really was coaxing one of his students to suck his cock. The thought of such debauchery-the thought of that student being Casey, especially, thrilled Zeke to no end. Neither of them had been with anyone else since they got together in their final year at Herrington, after the whole alien debacle, and it seemed just about time to do something like this. At this point, Zeke would probably have given up sex for a year to see Casey on his knees in front of someone else, as long as he got to watch, of course.
The space between Ron’s cock and Casey’s lips seemed to stand still in time, making Zeke want to reach down and shove Casey’s mouth down. He realised that he was breathing heavily, and they hadn’t done hardly anything yet. He’d barely just kissed Casey hello. Silently, he prayed this night would not be over too quickly. And then Casey’s lips covered the head of Ron’s cock.
Had it not been for years of control, Zeke would have come, untouched, into his work pants.
Zeke watched as Casey’s sweet mouth worked down Ron’s generous shaft and back up. He knew what that mouth was capable of-he’d had it for the last seven years. It had even been him who taught Casey to deep-throat. Easy, boy. Just relax your throat. Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head as he canted his hips in time to the motion of Casey’s mouth. His hand found Casey’s hair, rubbing the silky strands between his fingers.
Unable to help himself any longer, Zeke reached into his fly and pulled his own cock out. He matched his strokes to the movement of Casey’s head, imagining that it was his cock Casey had his lips wrapped around. He had to slow down a couple times just to ensure he wouldn’t blow before the main event.
Casey lifted his head, eyes half-mast, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and fixed his dark blue gaze on Ron’s face. “You need to fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Ron looked to Zeke, silently asking for permission. Zeke nodded.
In a flash, Ron hauled Casey to his feet and hoisted him up onto the kitchen table. He took Casey’s ankles in each of his hands, spreading the boy wide. Zeke could see the moisture between his cheeks, indicating that he’d prepped himself earlier in the evening. He wasn’t sure how long Ron had been there, but he was sure Casey had been alone when he’d done it. The thought of Casey fingering himself in preparation for this moment sent a bolt of pleasure through his body.
But as Ron shuffled closer, taking his cock in hand, something in Zeke’s mind snapped.
“No.”
Ron looked over his shoulder. “No?” Zeke’s command had infiltrated his lust-hazed brain, but he just stood there dumbly with his cock still in his hand.
“Zeke, what do you mean ‘no’? If someone doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to take it myself!” Casey cried, wiggling his ass for emphasis.
“Get the fuck away from my husband!” Zeke growled, striding over. He physically pushed Ron out of the way and shoved his way inside Casey’s body.
“Ohh, yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me, Zeke!” Casey shouted, nearly going incoherent with the pleasure of their coupling.
“That’s right. Nobody fucks you like me, right baby?” Zeke panted, setting up a bruising rhythm. When he fucked Casey this hard, the other man always woke up with bruises on the inside of his thighs. That thought spurred him on even harder.
Casey was mewling and clutching at Zeke’s work shirt, his ass, anything he could to leverage himself. His ass clenched rhythmically around Zeke’s cock, making him nearly see stars. That trick Casey had learned on his own.
Zeke leaned down and ripped Casey’s shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the table. He attacked Casey’s nipples with his mouth, alternating between biting and sucking. By now, Casey was nothing but a writhing, sobbing mess begging to come. Zeke grinned against Casey’s skin. Nobody had touched his cock, and Zeke didn’t intend to let him come until he’d had his.
He straightened his body and pulled Casey’s hips to the edge of the table. This angle allowed him to go deeper and he knew he was plowing into Casey’s prostate. Leaning down to place his lips just above Casey’s, he whispered, “Ask me.”
But Casey pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. He wasn’t going to beg, at least not yet.
Zeke grinned wolfishly and palmed Casey’s hips. If he wouldn’t ask, Zeke would make him beg. He pulled out and tugged at Casey’s ankle. “Turn over.”
Despite Casey’s reluctance to give in, he turned over, presenting Zeke with his well-used, well-oiled backside. He’d also gone for a wax the day before and was completely smooth. Zeke ran his palm over Casey’s cleft appreciatively. He heard a strangled moan from the vicinity of Casey’s head. He’d no doubt have bruises on his knees in the morning, but for the best birthday present ever, it would be completely worth it.
Zeke slid back inside Casey’s body in one smooth stroke. He stayed flush against Casey’s body, balls to balls. Reaching down, he finally, finally took hold of Casey’s cock, giving it just a couple quick strokes before letting go. Casey whimpered in response, but Zeke stayed still, leaving his cock untouched.
“Zeeeeke,” Casey droned, attempting to twist his hips, but Zeke held him steady.
“I’m not moving until you ask me.”
“Zeke,” Casey said again, this time sounding more like a growl.
But Zeke pretended not to hear him. He ran his hands over the knitted socks covering Casey’s calves, tracing the outline of the muscles tense from the exertion of holding his current position. It only took two circuits before Casey gave in.
“Okay, fine. Please. Please please please, Zeke, just let me come.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zeke drawled, tracing the damp skin beneath the hem of Casey’s shirt.
“Zeke, seriously.”
“Not good enough,” Zeke taunted.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, FUCK ME!” Casey shouted, pulling off Zeke’s cock slightly, and slamming back into the cradle of his hips.
“That’s more like it.” Zeke bit down firmly on his bottom lip as he thrust almost brutally into Casey’s body. Casey keened like a wounded cat and met him at every thrust.
Zeke felt his orgasm well up inside of him and shoot out his cock like every cell in his body had given up and centered down to the joint of his cock and Casey’s hole. He pumped shallowly until every bit of his release was emptied inside Casey’s willing body. Then he pulled out.
Casey rolled over. He was covered in sweat and still completely hard.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I know it’s your birthday, but you can not leave me like that.”
Zeke pulled his shirt off and wiped his face with it as he caught his breath. He glanced to the chair where Ron now sat-he’d almost forgot the man was there in his lust-filled haze. “You want to get off?”
Ron nodded. He was still stroking his cock, and apparently didn’t trust his mouth for words.
“You can have his mouth, but his ass is mine.” He turned back to Casey. “Suck the Professor off and I’ll let you have yours.”
Casey pulled his sweaty weak-limbed body off the kitchen table and slid back to his knees in front of Ron. Almost as soon as he swallowed him, Ron came noisily down his throat. Casey sat back on his heels and looked back at Zeke, who was watching with dark eyes while he smoked a post-coital cigarette.
“Can you stand?” he asked, snuffing his cigarette out in the ashtray.
Casey nodded. It took him a moment, but he managed to stand, leaking boner and all. Zeke knelt down, cradling Casey’s round bottom in his hands, and wrapped his lips around Casey’s cock. Casey took longer than Ron, partly because he was just enjoying the feeling of Zeke’s mouth on him. No matter how many times one has his cock sucked, it never seems to be enough. But when Zeke snaked a hand around to swirl a finger around the sensitive entrance to Casey’s body, he lost it, coming with a loud cry.
Zeke licked the last of Casey’s seed off his cock and stood up. He lit two cigarettes and handed Casey one.
“I think that’s the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” Ron said.
Zeke looked over at the man, and all he could do was laugh. “Spend a couple more nights at our house, and you’ll learn that this was pretty fuckin’ tame.”
Casey hunted about for his shorts and pulled them back on. “You’re still staying for dinner, right?”
Ron looked slightly confused, but nodded. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting to eat after all . . . that.”
Casey and Zeke shared a laugh.
“Another common thing in our house,” Casey said. “I’m going to wash up, then I’ll be back down.”
After Casey disappeared, Zeke turned to Ron. “Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for ‘dessert’.”
Ron had the decency to blush.