Once again, COMPLETELY FRIKKIN' OUTTA CONTROL!!!
It's up to 50 pages in less than two days.
Okee. Onto part cinq.
Title: "Six-of-One (Part Five)"
Rating: R for language and sexuality
Synopsis: Oh, the tension!! Will Zeke EVER be free? *snort*...
Author's Note (Disclaimer): Seeing as I'm a total idiot and ALWAYS forget to include this sorta thing, Id' just like to say that I own NOTHING. I'd LIKE to, but the auctions have been disappointing as of late. Har har. So yea. Nothing. Not any of these cappies, any of my stories are mine... I just write them. For whatever... reason.
Zeke walked into the bathroom, taking advantage of a called break in the middle of the game. This fucking thing was LONG; it’d been well into one hour now, and they’d only gotten through three quarters of the board’s spaces. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
He walked over to the toilet, kicking it open and groaning as he went to urinate. So far, he’d had to lick each of Casey’s fingers (he’d rolled a six, but Stokely let it go) and his neck… again. Casey in turn had licked Zeke’s ear, and landed on the kiss spot on the board. That was enough, but the game looked to go on at LEAST another hour. He found out that Casey had once kissed a girl in his churches’ downstairs dining hall before everyone came down to a “German Supper”, that his favorite music to masturbate to was Bjork (which in turn admits he DOES it to begin with, not that it was such a huge epiphany), and that he’d squeezed Delilah’s nipple so hard once she slapped him.
All of this was making him rigid, and very hard to piss. This was getting disturbing.
After finally letting his mind relax, he finished the job, zipped his pants and walked over to the sink. While he washed his hands, he groaned. No; Casey Connor was NOT, most definitely not, not, not making his cock ache. Casey Connor was NOT a cock tease. He didn’t know how to be a pussy tease for God’s sake- but therein lay the problem.
Perhaps Casey didn’t WANT to be a pussy tease. “Okay, Zeke,” he whispered to himself, looking at himself in the mirror. “It’s the wine talking, once this night is done, it’s done,”
And plenty of wine, all of them had drunk. Casey wasn’t blushing as much anymore, and was letting things go quite easily. All he’d had to do was lick Zeke’s ear, God damn it, not tongue fuck it. Oh but he had, hadn’t he? And Zeke liked it, didn’t… “Stop.” He said aloud.
“Zeke? Ya done in there??”
“Yea,” Zeke answered Casey, shutting off the water and going to the door. Opening it, he found Casey standing there, a goofy smile on his face.
“Hey… just need to pee,” he told Zeke.
“Hey, ya don’t gotta tell me,” Zeke chuckled out. Casey’s eyes narrowed as he smiled, patting Zeke’s cheek clumsily as he passed. Dear God. Zeke walked down the hall and back into the living room, where Stan was bringing out some late night supper of microwaved pizza. As Zeke grabbed a slice he glanced to Stokely. “I think it’s time that boy was cut off,” he said, nodding his head to the hall. Stokely laughed.
“What, you don’t wanna get him drunk and disorderly?” she asked with a wink. Zeke rolled his eyes.
“No,”
“Sure ya don’t,” Stan said. Zeke shot him a look.
“What’s that supposed to mean, eh?”
“Oh we’re just teasing,” Stokely said, waving her hand flippantly. “It’s just you’ve… done really well at this game of ours,”
Zeke arched an eyebrow, looking between them. “Yea, so? That’s kinda the point, isn’t it?”
“Well, yea… you’ve just been doing- really, REALLY good,” Stokely said, taking a bite of her pizza.
“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Zeke asked. Stan cleared his throat.
“What Stokely is trying to say, in as few words as possible, is that watching the two of you doing what you’re doing is making her hot.” Stan blurted in explanation, making Stokely lurch forward and nearly choke. She composed herself, bringing a shaking hand to her mouth and turning her eyes to glare at Stan.
“WHAT??” she croaked out. Stan laughed loud.
“Oh come ON, Stokes,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “Your jaw nearly falls on the floor every time these two end up… doing… something…”
“It does NOT!”
“Admit it,”
Stokely snarled at him, sitting up straighter on the couch. “Okay, so it’s definitely hot. It doesn’t mean I’m all googly eyed and drooling!!”
“Sure, sure,”
“What’s going on?”
They all turned to see Casey coming back in. Stan grinned ferociously. “Nothin’, Case. Just talking about how hot you and Zeke are getting-“
“Shut UP!! GOD, we aren’t even in the GAME right now!!” Stokely said, her eyes wide. Casey giggled.
“S’okay, Stokes,” he said; Zeke nearly froze when he felt a pair of arms go around his shoulders. “It’s hard to deny the hotness of Zeke and I. May as well call it quits before we wins the game,”
“May as well call it quits before you pass out face first on the floor,” Zeke said, sniffing the alcohol laden air around him. Casey chuckled.
“Yea, yea,” he said, moving away. He sat in his regular spot in front of Zeke now. “Where’s the wine?” he asked, looking around. Stokely’s glare broke into a smile.
“You’ve had enough for tonight,”
“Aw! But how will Zeke take advantaged of me later??” Casey cooed. Zeke blinked a few times as Casey bent his head back to look up at him. “Wine,”
“Um… yea…” Zeke said, moving his head back up with his hand. “Shall we get this game done and over with, PLEASE??”
Stan laughed, picking up the die. He rolled it upon the board then moved his piece accordingly. “Ut oh, already,” he muttered, landing on a truth or dare. Zeke grinned; good. It was sure as shit about TIME Stan got one of these. He crossed his fingers, hoping for a dare, ‘c’mon, a dare, don’t let him get outta this,’ Zeke thought. His prayers were answered, seeing the next die he rolled showing the word ‘dare’ at the top. “Aw dang,” Stan chuckled out. Stokely picked up the card; her smile dimmed slightly, looking to Stan- then Casey and Zeke.
“It’s a group one,”
“Huh?” Zeke said; Stan clapped his hands together, whooping.
“YES! I was WAITING for one of these!!” he cried. Zeke darted his eyes to glare at him.
“Oh, you KNEW about these, huh??”
“It SAYS it, right on the damned box!!” Stan laughed out, pointing to it. Zeke rolled his eyes.
“What is it??” Casey inquired. Stokely flicked the card in her fingers, sticking her tongue into her cheek.
“Shirts off. Alla us,” she declared. Zeke sighed; well, it could be worse. “Wait,” she started.
Oh, it was; it’d HAVE to be. “What?” Zeke said.
“Our teammates have to do it FOR us,”
“Ooh!” Stan said, his eyes traveling over Stokely’s sweater eagerly. Zeke looked to Casey, seeing a mix of emotions. He couldn’t tell if he were anxious or scared or pleased with this.
“We don’t have to, y’now,” Zeke grumbled to him. Casey glanced up to him.
“We’ll lose our turn,” he softly replied, shrugging.
“So what?”
“Actually, you’ll lose TWO turns, if you both refuse,” Stan said.
“Oh for fuck’s…” Zeke moaned out. “This is ridiculous,”
“Hey, if you don’t wanna play with the big boys, that’s all right,” Stan teased. Stokely cocked an eyebrow his way.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, well… are you gonna do it?” Stan asked her. She shrugged nonchalantly.
“Yea,”
“Well then, you’re less chicken than THESE two,” Stan said, winking their way. Zeke was well past the days of immediately flinching at being called ‘chicken’, but always got a stir of defiance anyways.
“What are we doing, playing a sex game, or shooting heroin? What ‘Just Say No’ slogan should I quote to you?” Zeke wryly stated. Casey laughed.
“C’mon, let’s just do it. It ain’t like we have tits,” Casey said. Stan bust out laughing.
“Nipples and now tits! Casey, you’re making my fucking night,” Stan said. Casey blushed and grinned, turning to Zeke.
“C’mon, no big,” he said; yea, maybe not for him. Something about taking off another young man’s clothing seemed a little too weird for Zeke. Nonetheless, he was getting egged on just by the sight of Stan starting to help Stokely out of her sweater. He looked to Casey and almost groaned.
Fuck ALL; WHY did this kid always have to wear those stupid button downs??? “Here, let me get you first, sugar,” Casey said, winking to him as he got on his knees. He put his hands to Zeke’s shirt, lifting it from the bottom. A sudden need to clench teeth together came over Zeke. His jaw must have looked like it was going to break with the strain as Casey lifted the shirt up, up, finally to his shoulders. “Work with me here,” Casey said; Zeke complied, lifting his arms up so Casey could remove the shirt entirely. The hairs on the back of his neck felt electrified as he became entirely exposed from the waist up. His jaw shuddered open, teeth aching from the biting press of his tight hold. Casey put it to the side and looked to him. “Well… guess it’s your turn,”
“Right,” Zeke said, glancing over to the couch. Stokely had chosen a black, lacy brassiere for tonight, and it did look quite nice. Something made Zeke turn away from that sight though; oh yea, Casey. The boy kneeling before him with the sweetest smile and those… Jesus fucking Christ, you couldn’t deny that when the kid looked at you, it wouldn’t matter if you were made of asbestos. You’d burn, man. Right under those eyes and the way they- yea, fucking burn.
Zeke hoped that no one there could see the minute amount of shaking in his hands as he went to unbutton Casey’s shirt. The only reason his whole body wasn’t trembling in the most violent of ways was the sheer willpower Zeke managed to bring to the surface. ‘Okay. I’m undressing Casey Connor. No big, just like he said,’ he kept repeating to himself, over and over in his head. It wasn’t enough to distract him completely from the task at hand. He kept having to look to make a stubborn button come undone, or to not make accidental touches. Every time he did, he would catch swatches of skin, getting more and more of it in view. It eased him slightly, seeing that Casey was just like any other young man. But he wasn’t, all at the same time.
Finally the buttons were all undone; he moved the shirt from Casey’s shoulders hastily, taking it from him completely. ‘All right, done,’ he thought. Casey smiled at him and oh GOD, don’t, don’t…
“Finally,” Stan blurted. “Took yer time there,”
“Shut up, he’s the only fucker in here with BUTTONS,” Zeke gruffly replied, sitting back. He lit a cigarette and forced himself to ease as Casey picked up the die. He rolled to land on another truth or dare, making Zeke groan inside. What would it be THIS time, he wondered…? NOW he prayed for truth- he didn’t need any more dares, not from Casey.
He almost sighed. Truth it was. He picked up the cards while Stokely snuggled into Stan again, this time skin to skin. For a second he was jealous of them; he couldn’t just DO that. “All right,” he said, brushing the envious feelings aside. He looked at the card and frowned. “Huh,”
“What is it?” Stan asked. Casey sat back, his hands around his knees, waiting patiently. Zeke looked up to him with a small smile.
“Have you ever been sexual with the same sex? If yes, details,” Zeke asked. He figured it was safe… oh shit no. Casey’s face was turning bright red. Fuck no, no, no. Everyone seemed to notice; Stokely was sitting up now in full attention.
“Have you??” she asked, anxious. Stan wore a growing smile, even if he was uncomfortable. Zeke put the card back as Casey closed his eyes and sighed.
“It doesn’t… leave… this room,”
“Promise, promise,” Stokely rushed out with. Zeke couldn’t help thinking that Stan was right; she DID get off on boy-on-boy, didn’t she?
“Okay, well… we went visiting my Aunt and Uncle out in Indiana last summer,” Casey started. Zeke leaned back, sucking hard on his cigarette as Casey continued. “It was my cousin Jay’s birthday. He had a bunch of his friends over and everything, big party like. One of ‘em, Chris, was pretty cool; most of ‘em were, but he was really nice. We hung out most of the day, into the night. The party was dying down, and most of the cousins and friends were hanging out upstairs, watching TV. At one point I went to go into the bathroom, and there was Chris washing up. Before I had the chance to excuse myself, he shushed me and told me to come in,”
He paused now; the silence was deafening, until Stokely started nodding emphatically. “And, and??” she said, making both Stan and Zeke chuckle.
“Aaand… he sorta shut the door and we… kissed,”
“Was that it?” Stan now asked. Casey’s smile grew, along with the red on his cheeks.
“Nooo,” he drawled, looking up. “We just… kinda… one of those ‘you show me yours and I touch it’ kinda deals,”
“It’s supposed to be, ‘you show me yours, I show you mine,’ Case,” Stokely jibed with a wink. It was here that Casey gave her a sly look; something Zeke rarely saw on his face. An arched eyebrow and a curious curl to the lip…
“We did that, too,”
Stan snorted a laugh, clapping his hands together. He didn’t seem to notice the look of awe on Stokely’s face; Zeke did, even if his own hazy mind was focused more on Casey’s pale shoulders and neck.
“Did you suck ‘im?” he suddenly blurted. Casey scoffed, turning to him.
“Aren’t you curious??” he laughed out. Zeke shrugged.
“Well, it SAID, give details,” he said, trying to sound casual. Oh fuck, he wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly.
“Yea. I did. Even trade, if you’re looking for that too,” Casey replied with narrowed eyes and another evil grin. Stokely made a shaky sigh, sitting back.
“Well, this is turning out to be… a very exciting and revealing evening,” she breathed out, giggling. Stan took her back in his arms, shaking his head.
“You’ve been around the world and back again, huh Case?” he said.
“Not really.” Casey replied.
“Okay… my turn,” Stokely said, grabbing the die. Zeke was hardly paying attention anymore; all he could stare at was Casey’s mouth, until Stokely groaned. “Ugh, a LICK. What part do I have to slather NOW,” she groaned; Stan poked her in the ribs, causing her to squeal as she rolled. “All right, fingers it is. How many,”
Whatever number she rolled didn’t register in Zeke’s mind. He saw her doing the act, and Stan enjoying it, sure. But his eyes were still on Casey, the way he sipped at a wine glass right now and watching the two on the couch. It didn’t even matter that he’d ‘cut Casey off’ just a small while before. He looked too damned good just drinking like that. He even did the genteel pinky thing, raising it up from the glass as he drank. God…
“There,” Stokely said, kissing the last finger. Stan beamed at her.
“I think… after this game, it should get even more interesting,”
“So you say. Now shush, Zeke’s turn,” Stokely told him, sitting back on the couch. Zeke sat up and rolled; oh good, a six, and they were coming close to the end. It was another truth or dare. Were these things magnetized?? Rolling the other die, he groaned; great, another dare. He sat back as Casey took up the card. He waited a moment, anxious, as Casey read. That damned smile again.
“C’mon Case, what’s it say?”
“Talk dirty to your partner; have him/her talk dirty back. Other players be the judge on who’s best,” Casey told him, looking over at him. Zeke rolled his eyes as Stan and Stokely sat to attention again.
“Roll again, see for how long,” Stan instructed.
One, one, one, one, Zeke repeated in a mantra inside his head. Seeing as he’d had too much luck before however, it came up as a six of course. Stokely laughed out loud and looked at her watch.
“Okay, wait for it,” she said. Zeke looked to Casey.
“What in fuck do I say??” he muttered, holding his hands up. Casey shrugged.
“Say dirty shit, I dunno. Think I’m the expert here?”
“More than me… in… talking to a guy… or…”
“Five seconds,” Stokely called.
“God…” Zeke said. Casey chuckled.
“Really, it’s not THAT big a deal. We can just-“
“GO!”
“You a cock tease, Casey?” Zeke shot out with, the only thing he could think of to say. Casey turned his head slowly to him, eyes blinking; it passed, allowing a smile to creep up to his lips.
“I’m the best cock tease there is, love,”
Oooh… too good. “Bet you are,” Zeke said in a low voice. “You’ve been teasing mine all night.”
“You want me, Ezekiel Tyler?” Casey cooed, planting a hand to his side and lounging. ‘Well fuck me,’ Zeke thought, almost laughing.
“Your mouth on my dick? Yea, Casey Connor. Wouldn’t mind that at all,” he said, accentuating his speech with the parting of his knees. He’d hoped Casey would be too flabbergasted, but obviously that wasn’t working. In fact, it made it worse.
Casey now crawled over to him, putting each hand on each knee. He massaged there a moment before cocking his head to the side, eyes between Zeke’s legs. “Problem is… I don’t stop. I’d have you coming down my throat so fast, then how would you fuck me through the mattress with a limp cock, Ezekiel?” he said. Oh for the love of Mary. What in all the name of fuck.
“You think so, huh?”
“I know so,”
Was that minute up yet??
“You don’t know me, Casey,” Zeke breathed out; why was his hand holding Casey’s chin right now? Why was that? “Suck me all you want. I’d still fuck you, just give me a minute after and I’m there, Case. I’m there,”
“Oh?” Casey uttered. Zeke felt a sort of triumph; that WAS a small creak in his voice. This boy could compose himself quickly, however. He showed this by creeping up and sitting in Zeke’s lap. Okay, this HAD to be against the rules. Didn’t it? “Would you like to do that Zeke? Hmm? Just… leave the room and drag me caveman style to the bedroom? Take me hard on the mattress?”
Zeke was NOT going to lose. No. He lifted his cigarette to his lips, puffing in a good drag of smoke. He breathed it out slowly. “Don’t think you could handle it, boy,” he sighed out to him. The most surprising thing occurred next; Casey’s eyes traveled to Zeke’s hand. He lifted his own to it and plucked the cigarette from his fingers, taking it to his own lips.
Now, everyone in school always said the same thing: “Smoking does NOT make you look cool.” They always did; they were fucking wrong. All of them, DEAD wrong, because the way Casey’s pink lips wrapped at the filter, drawing in a small breath of smoke and taking it out again was enough to make Zeke pale. Casey breathed it out towards his face, making his eyes narrow. “Wanna try me?” Casey huskily replied.
There was nothing else to say but… “Yea.”
“Stokes…” Stan was hissing; Casey’s eyes were focused on Zeke’s who gazed right back. “Stokes… is it time?”
“Wha… OH! Um, time,”
Casey smiled slowly, crawling off of Zeke’s lap. Zeke swallowed hard as he now saw the two gawkers in front of them. “Uh…” he groaned out. “Who… won?”
“I’d hafta say…” Stokely started; glancing to Stan he simply nodded. She turned back and without a word, pointed at Casey. Casey laughed, shaking his head, while Zeke rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” Zeke said, unable to hold back a nervous smile.
“Hey, when someone starts quoting ‘White Zombie’ samples, they take the game ten fold,” Stokely said, chuckling hard.