And they all have tea and laugh and go home the end.

[honeyandvinegar]

NAWWW!!!

An eleven page smut scene? SHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEER!!!!

Title: "Six-of-One (Part Six, how appro!!)"

Rating: NC-17 for *total unbridled smut*

Synopsis: *Total unbridled smut* What, you need more plot? What HAVEN'T I established ALREADY??

Author's Note (Disclaimer): Wish I did, but I don't.



“C’mon, Case… we got one more roll and it’s DONE,”

“Just… hold on!! I really need to take a piss!!” Casey whined as he shuffled off down the hallway towards the bathroom. Zeke sat back in the chair, shaking his head from side to side.

“That’s the last time we let him drink like a fish. I’m surprised he’s able to make it by himself to the bathroom,” Zeke gruffly stated. He lit a cigarette, breathing in and out. Looking back at Stokely and Stan, he noticed their amused faces, their eyes looking anywhere but him. “Anything you like to say, guys? I’m sitting right here.”

“Oh… no,” Stokely said, running a fingernail along the couch’s fabric absently. She shrugged and sighed, finally turning her eyes his way. “Just… you REALLY like this game, huh?”

Stan chuckled; Zeke shot him a look before turning back to Stokely. “Whattaya mean?”

“Casey likes it too,” Stan interjected. Stokely nodded.

“Mmm,” she murmured, nodding. Zeke closed his eyes and spoke.

“Okay- if you two have some mystery you’re trying to solve here…”

“What’s gonna happen tonight when we all go to bed?” Stokely suddenly asked. It made Zeke open his eyes quick to look at her.

“Huh?”

“When we all go to bed… are you and Casey just gonna say ‘g’night’ and have done with it?” she asked. He immediately wanted to throw something back at her, feeling like someone was playing around with him again. The look on her face read differently from someone teasing; she actually seemed serious. It had Zeke laughing now, shaking his head again.

“You’ve got the wroooong picture here, Stokes,” he drawled out, flicking ash into the tray next to him.

“Do I?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “I dunno… you seemed REALLY convincing during your ‘dirty talk’ session you both shared. REALLY damned convincing.”

“It’s called ‘acting’, Stokes.” Zeke replied. Stokely picked up the cards, rooting through them. Zeke gave her an odd look. “What’re you doing?”

“Looking for your last card. If you roll above a two, you’re in the Honeymoon Suite. Gotta make it worth our while,” she replied, not looking up from her mysterious search. Zeke was utterly confused now.

“Wait… what? Wait. Don’t we just WIN once we’re there??” he said, incredulous. Stan laughed, shaking his head.

“No! There’s one last dare at the end, and WE… get to pick it,” he said. Zeke’s jaw dropped.

“That’s… such utter bullshit!! You never said that!”

“What’s bullshit?”

Zeke whirled around in his seat, seeing Casey coming back. “Did you know we had to do ‘The Ultimate Dare’ at the end here, of this game??” Zeke sputtered out. Casey simply smiled.

“No…”

“See? Since we didn’t KNOW, I’d say we win by default!”

“Shut up and roll, Zeke,” Stokely said. Flabbergasted, he looked at Casey, who shrugged.

“Eh, go ahead,” Casey replied, sitting down in front of the chair. “Let ‘em do their worst,”

“No, no, not THAT one… I’m looking for one in particular,” Stokely hissed to Stan. Zeke conceded defeat; fine. Let ‘em, he thought. He rolled, hoping for a one; not that it’d matter, seeing as Stan and Stokely were more than six paces behind. Still, anything to delay this madness.

Three. Jesus. Stokely looked up and grinned; she was now searching through the cards with gusto, reading quickly. Zeke tried to relax, sitting back and bumping his foot into Casey’s head when he went to fold his leg on the other. “Sorry,” he gruffly stated, looking away. This was taking way too long. “Is there a time limit-“

“GOT it,” Stokely cried out, shooting her hand up that held a card. Zeke huffed out a breath and folded his hands in his lap. When Stan went to read it, he immediately fell into a chuckling fit.

“Oh, he’ll NEVER do that…” he laughed out. Zeke narrowed his eyes.

“Like Case said. TRY me,”

“You sure??” Stokely cooed, waving the card in front of her face. Zeke nodded in defiance, eager to just find out what the hell she was on about. She waggled her eyebrows and put her hands under her chin. “Roll the die.” She told him. He shrugged indifferently, taking up the die. It rolled onto the board and displayed the number four.

“So, how many times, how long…”

“Forty seconds,” she said. He nodded.

“And what exactly am I to do?” he asked; why was his mouth so dry so suddenly? Was it those foreboding expressions both Stan and Stokely wore, or was it the soft look in Casey’s eyes?

“You, Ezekiel Tyler… must suck on Casey’s nipples for forty seconds,” Stokely decreed, slapping the card down on the table. Zeke’s jaw dropped; oh God, he didn’t want to see Casey’s expression with THAT.

“Lemmee see this fucking thing,” he said, leaning over the table to grab the card. In reading it- yes, it did say ‘EXTREME DARE: Lick the nipples of your partner’. “Fuck.” Zeke muttered, swallowing. Well… he had to look at him sometime.

Casey was blank; there was absolutely no way to read him. Christ, was Zeke going to have to speak out loud about this first??  Well, seeing as it was HIS turn, he supposed so. “Fuckin’ hell…” he said, leaning back. Stan shrugged, putting his arm around Stokely.

“You don’t HAVE to do it. But if you don’t… you lose,”

“Yea, so? What would we win? The ‘game’, as a whole?”

“Pretty much,”

“Zeke, you don’t have to, it’s all right,” Casey gently said, turning his head from side to side slowly. Zeke stopped in all his thoughts to look at him.

Holy. Flying. Fuck. You don’t have to, it’s all right…? If that wasn’t an invite, Zeke didn’t know what was…

“He’s right. I mean, it’s all just a silly game. We’re meant to have fun, and if you don’t have fun like this, then… well…” Stan said, shrugging. “No big deal, really,”

“Yea, don’t get sour on us, really. It’s all just meant for fun,” Stokely added.

Zeke felt like he was sitting in the fireplace right now, burning embers and all. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear sweat was pouring down his face in rivulets. He certainly FELT like he was. His hands had gone instantly clammy, his insides jumping with every heartbeat he had. For a moment he just sat there, staring at the floor in total silence, breathing hard. Casey blinked and turned towards him.

“Really, Zeke- we can just call it a night.” He told him in an assuring voice. Oh, he’d just let it go like that? They’d just walk back to their bedrooms after watching a little television, all laughing and talking about meaningless crap, after all of THIS? Zeke highly doubted it. He realized, quietly to himself and almost denying it, that the game had gone too far even before it was played on a board. Maybe it took these ridiculously extreme actions for him to stop denying it all, but if that’s how it had to be… that’s just how it had to be.

He didn’t realize how much time had passed, until Stan was standing up, straightening his jeans and picking up his shirt. “Yea, it’s been hilarious, much better than winning or losing. I say we go into town, rent a few videos and…”

‘Oh no you don’t, you fucker…’ Zeke thought, as three words rang through his head, all in Casey’s voice.

‘Wanna try me?’… And Zeke had barely been able to say ‘Yea’, but he did. He looked back at Casey, who was now going to stand.

“Uh yea, I’ll go with ya,” he was saying. ‘Fuck no you aren’t,’ Zeke thought as he grabbed Casey’s arm so suddenly, it nearly dropped him onto the floor again. Zeke managed to pull him up to his lap, awkward movements of Casey’s shocked body making him land hard on Zeke’s thighs. It didn’t matter as Zeke grabbed Casey’s hair and pulled him back, arching his neck and exposing his chest in full to…

“Holy hell.” Was Stokely’s stunned response to seeing Zeke ever so roughly grabbing Casey the way he did, now sucking wildly on one nipple. The cry Casey shouted out, holy shit… ‘holyfuckingshit’  Zeke’s brain screamed. He lapped upon Casey’s skin, swirling around the raised, pert flesh and in again, making Casey’s palms slap onto his bared back for support. Casey’s heavy breathing alone was moving Zeke onward, his chest rising and falling to his mouth’s movements erratically. His eyes were closed now, not caring who was in the room, who could see this… no, they were granted by the fucking GODS to be able to see this, that was it. They wanted something to dream about, or even to get freaked out about? Oh, he was giving it to them. All in the form of a wild tongue tasting such sweet fucking flesh. Everything rushed at him at once in the form of questions: what soap did Casey use? Did he prefer baths or showers? Did he realize how fucking sweet his skin tasted? Did he ever taste himself? Oh God, fucking Jesus, this was pure bliss. Zeke couldn’t deny it anymore; this is what he’d wanted. Craved, lusted, whatever he wanted to call it right now, this was just… it. And oh, if Casey’s yelps, gasps and passionate sounding sobs weren’t adding to the friction of his mind, sparking every single sick and dirty thought… oh my dear God…

“Uh, Stokes?” Zeke heard a distant voice hissing. “Stokes…? Hello?”

“Wha…?”

“Let’s go get some movies.”

“Oh.”

No one bothered to call time; in fact, by the sound of footsteps leaving the room entirely and going into the front hall…

“Stop… Zeke, sto-op…” Casey irked out, putting his hands to Zeke’s neck to pull him away. Zeke lifted his head fast, looking up at Casey with heavy lidded eyes. Oh Jesus- had he just… no. God no. The fear in his eyes must have emoted itself to Casey, whose lips curled into a dreamy smile. “No, not… that,” Casey breathed out, swallowing. The sound of the front door closing sounded off as Casey looked down on Zeke with a more serious expression. “I’m… a bit too… vulnerable… there. Remember? Don’t want things to end too quickly…”

Vulnerable. The way it rolled off of Casey’s tongue made him want to taste it. Both the vulnerability and that pink, wet skin inside his mouth. Zeke didn’t say anything in response, simply grabbing Casey’s hair and pulling his lips to his. Casey moaned into their kiss, his back arching slightly as Zeke placed a hand on it, dipping fast to the curve of his ass. He grabbed it in one solid hold, kneading his fingers roughly through the denim of Casey’s jeans. Casey was as pliable as clay; he’d move just the way Zeke wanted, pushing his hips forward to straddle Zeke’s entirely, making Zeke growl through their sets of lips tangling onto and into each other. It became wonderfully obvious that while Casey was a relatively small young man, he had plenty to brag about between his thighs… the feel of it, holy God, NEVER would Zeke have imagined himself getting hot over such a thing…

Casey pulled back from the kiss, his eyes droopy as they stared at Zeke’s face. His breaths came out shaky and fast as he leaned again, slowly, kissing Zeke in gentle whispers of kisses. This was one thing Zeke never really experienced; the gentleness, ghost touches… seemed to be the thing Casey was made to do, and just for him.

“Fuckin’ want you,” Zeke croaked out as Casey kissed along his cheek. Casey’s hands clenched at Zeke’s belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer.

“Take.”

At just that one word, giving Zeke total allowance, the popping noise in his ears stopped, replaced with one loud snap. Oh, he broke; he couldn’t think of anything else other than doing just that, taking and taking more and taking even more. Without another word, one hand braced onto the arm of the chair while the other held Casey to him as he stood. It was awkward, making Zeke nearly fall forward. He regained his stance and hoisted Casey up, grabbing him under his thighs and making Casey yelp as he was thrown into Zeke’s chest. Casey had no choice other than grabbing onto his shoulders for support. As Zeke began walking them into the hallway Casey leaned forward to his ear. “Where we goin’?”

“Where the fuck do you think.” Zeke stated gruffly. He got them to the end, kicking open the bedroom door and striding inside. He pushed Casey’s back to the door to shut it, and to brace him for another relentless attack of forceful kisses. Casey let out one loud grunt of a breath then melted into it, putting his head back and carrying Zeke’s mouth along. That damned little animal-boy, now shoving his hips forward against Zeke’s stomach, fucking… fuck. Zeke’s mind was gone, and he didn’t care. He moved his hands lower, each one grabbing Casey’s backside and nearly bruising the flesh there with insistent fingers. Zeke felt his legs tense against his arms, GOD, they could wrap around Zeke’s waist twice. He liked that… oh, he liked that thought.

Now one hand left, going to Casey’s front. Its fingers scrabbled against Casey’s belt, undoing it in wild movements, leather slapping both their stomachs as he worked it off of him. It came off with a whoosh-snap, Zeke throwing it to the floor hastily. He moaned into the kiss as Casey stilled slightly, legs shaking at Zeke’s sides. The boy was ready to lose it if this continued, so Zeke kept at it. Keening moans erupted from his throat; one after the other as Zeke pulled the snaps of his jeans open and reached downwards roughly, not wasting any time. “Not a little boy,” Zeke groaned out, his voice trembling at every word as his fingers wrapped around Casey’s rock solid shaft. “Fuck, that’s a nice cock, Casey, very nice cock…”

“Ungh…” was all Casey seemed able to moan out, jerking his hips to fill Zeke’s hand further. Zeke backed off a little just to see what he was doing and holy shit, yea, wow… that was a sight. His hand down Casey’s jeans, stroking and pulling at him in ways he never imagined doing. He couldn’t be at this door anymore, he wanted Casey on his back and begging, now.

Only problem was that when he swung out, he lost equilibrium. He should have expected the light headed crazed feeling, but didn’t calculate space and steps very well at all. Neither did Casey, who didn’t have the slightest second to prepare himself being ripped from the door so suddenly. Zeke stumbled, Casey yelped and they fell, Zeke grabbing hold of Casey’s back to lessen the blow. He was lucky to catch the floor on his knees before he crushed the poor thing. They jerked down to the floor, but neither of them cried out or laughed. No, too lost they were inside this animalistic haze of lust to care about bruised knees. It must have served Casey some annoyance however, because the next thing Zeke knew he was being flipped onto his side, Casey’s legs becoming super human in their abilities to toss a young man twice his own size onto his back. Zeke was stunned into ‘holy shit’ mode now as Casey let out a long breath and sat up, staring down on Zeke with cold eyes. He could pass out with the way Casey looked at him now. He could die, and die happy, especially since Casey’s hands went to his own belt and started deftly unstrapping it from his body. It was whipped off just as Casey’s was, tossed to the side carelessly. Unbutton, unzip and Casey’s head dipping down and holy fucking FUCK…

Zeke knew he’d slammed his head pretty hard into the floor, but didn’t register the pain enough to care. All he knew was that Casey’s ever-so-soft lips had parted and taken his cock in his mouth, sucking it back hard. Sweet Jesus. Oh sweet God, he was talented, gifted, lovely… “Gorgeous,” Zeke irked out, swallowing hard then gasped for air. Casey had turned him from cool and unbothered to a fish out of water in less than a minute, making Zeke’s hips thrash. Without asking he pushed up, filling Casey’s mouth further, straight to his throat. FUCK he didn’t choke, he didn’t gag, he fucking MOANED. Zeke growled; “Swallow me fucking whole…” he said in a shivering voice. And Casey would, wouldn’t he? Fuck yea, he would. So Zeke did the only thing that made sense; kept pushing, thrusting, letting his hips stay arched as Casey let out keening, pleasurable moans that sent Zeke reeling. The low hum of his throat- no, this wasn’t going to last. He’d kept a promise however, and he would enjoy this fully, and the afterglow. He hoped he had the stamina to fuck Casey until next Thursday ‘a minute after’ like he’d said, because he now couldn’t help the rising tide of his orgasm from crashing forth, waves of ecstasy exploding from his brain and straight to his loins. He cried out in halted jolts as he came, feeling Casey’s mouth fill and throat swallow down hard. Casey’s fingers clenched at his hips, holding him still as Zeke pushed in small thrusts now, emptying himself. He lowered himself now, his throat uttering strings of “Guh”s over and over as he came back to reality. He opened his eyes and watched on as Casey let his shaft slide from his lips. Casey looked straight at him as he kissed the tip gently, lovingly. “Jesus, Casey,” his voice shook out. “Brilliant.”

Casey smiled. He crawled up to Zeke and dipped down, kissing him gently at first. Zeke caught his own scent on Casey’s lips; he’d never really enjoyed kissing a girl after she’d given him head, but… oh sweet God, this was Casey. Casey was different, SO different. Tasting his own come as they kissed thrilled him, making Zeke grab Casey’s hair to devour that sweet, sweet mouth. “Casey…” he murmured, biting down on Casey’s lower lip and making him gasp. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Casey leant up then stood. Zeke moved up as Casey walked over to the bed; he watched him, jeans open and lowered just past his hips, all creamy skin and sex in boy form. “Why the bed, Ezekiel?” Casey said, his voice teasing as he sat upon it. Zeke walked over and stood in front of him. He put each hand to the bed, hovering over Casey who arched his neck back to look up at him.

“Because I fuck hard, sweet,” Zeke purred, nuzzling his ear. “You have a very pretty back; I’d like it to stay that way,”

“Who says I’ll be on my back?” Casey cooed back to him. He pulled his head away to go to Zeke’s ear now, playing with the strands of hair there with his fingers. Nipping at his earlobe, Zeke could feel his evil little grin forming. “I wanna ride you, Ezekiel,”

Zeke’s whole body shook. His eyes even crossed, something rare to happen automatically. He’d only had one girl like it on top, and it was fucking amazing. With Casey… holy flying Christ, he couldn’t even begin to imagine. “You’re… a dirty fucking boy, Casey, aren’t you?” Zeke gasped out. Casey drew back and leaned on his elbows, looking to Zeke with a playful gleam in his eyes. He couldn’t help it; he NEEDED Casey on his back, even just for a little while, before Zeke let him climb atop him. He pushed Casey down roughly and began kissing his neck with much more fervor than he had during the game. Before Casey could get any ideas of trying to topple him again, Zeke’s fingers rose up to a nipple and began plucking at it in quick flicks, leaving Casey senseless. He liked Casey senseless. The boy thought too much as it was.

His mouth moved lower; keeping his hand at the peaked, excited flesh that held Casey’s body still, he nuzzled his chin and lips into the waist of Casey’s opened jeans. Fine, curled hairs tickled Zeke’s face, the only ones present on this gorgeous boy’s soft body. His other hand pushed the cloth downwards, Casey’s hips wriggling to ease and quicken the movements, leaving his lower half nude. Zeke’s breath was shuddering as he removed the jeans and plain cotton boxers worn underneath altogether, shoving them both down Casey’s legs and off. His hand moved up one leg, fingers trailing up to the inside of his thigh. His eyes rested on the solid, already leaking shaft that stood erect between Casey’s legs. Zeke never thought he’d describe another young man as ‘beautiful’, but that’s all Casey seemed to be. Zeke cursed himself, wondering if he’d only had the courage to stop denying the feelings, feelings he’d had well before ANY of this transpired…never mind that now, he thought.

Casey had had this done to him before; Zeke could only hope he’d make him forget that Indiana idiot’s name once his mouth found Casey’s cock, lapping at it hungrily with his tongue. Casey bucked once, and then relaxed, biting his lip hard. Zeke’s hand went underneath, exploring the soft, pliable flesh of Casey’s sac.

“Oh God… oh God…” Casey murmured, throwing an arm up over his eyes and panting heavily. Zeke’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he dared his mouth to go lower; his tongue left the curving, hard flesh to Casey’s sac. While his hand went to fondle what his mouth had left behind, he couldn’t help himself. Casey’s pheromones seemed to be made, crafted to Zeke, as if he’d taken hours perfecting a bottle of cologne to wear. Only it was in pure human, pure boy form. This was what Zeke wanted; this was all Zeke wanted.

His tongue lashed out, going along the crease of Casey’s pelvis and into the folds of skin lying there, mouth pressing against the tightening sack of skin. He went lower and lower, not wanting to stop. Zeke Tyler took what he wanted, especially if it was given with no holds barred. His mouth now rested underneath Casey’s scrotum, giving soft kisses to his perineum. “Have you done this before?” he asked in a low voice.

“No… prac… ticed…” Casey spoke haltingly. Zeke wore a sly smile now as he descended.

“Dirty little boy Casey,” he murmured before letting his tongue emerge again, this time finding the beginning crease of Casey’s ass. Casey yelped out loud, pushing his hips up slightly. Given full invitation, Zeke teased no more; he pushed past the skin diving cock and ass and plunged his tongue forward, feeling Casey’s pouting hole just at the tip. He moved further, further, until he was right there. Never in his fucking wildest fucking dreams, fuck… oh God. He was reaming Casey fucking Connor, and it had to be the most erotic, most tantalizing thing he’d ever fucking done in his whole fucking life…

Casey was out of control now as Zeke worked on the sweet salivation, giving eased deliverance. His hand let go of Casey’s shaft and moved underneath his chin, finding the moistened hole. He wanted so badly just to curl his fingers into a fist, but no amount of ‘preparation’ on Casey’s part would prepare for that. ‘Slow… steady… slow… steady…’ he repeated over and over in his head as the saliva slicked finger began sliding fuck, inside…

“ZEKE-“ Casey screamed out. His hips writhed, squirming over the blankets as Zeke worked his finger in all the way, shuddering at the tightness of Casey’s most private of entrances. He moved another inside now, slowly reaching the depth the other had reached. He did this a few more moments before daring to bring another, but found that yes- Casey MUST have practiced, and accomplished these tasks quite well. He began wondering what he’d used; his own fingers, something long and hard… Christ. Three fingers deep inside now, he slowly realized to himself… “I’m going to fuck you, Casey,” he said aloud, not quite believing it. Casey’s eyes opened wide as he leant upwards, pushing Zeke’s head away roughly. Before he knew it, yes, Zeke was once again on his back and looking up at Casey who crawled over him like a gymnast. HE couldn’t help a smile as Casey spit into his hand, bringing it to Zeke’s hard-again cock. Zeke murmured in contentment as Casey slid his hand up and down, up and down, covering him with slick wet.

“I’ll tell you when to move.” Casey said; Zeke swore his voice sounded teary when he spoke.

“Anything you say, sweet lad.” He replied with a soft smile. He put his hands to Casey’s hips as Casey straddled him, feeling his smooth ass sliding over his cock. The heat of just that and Zeke bit his lip, hissing out a breath as Casey positioned himself. He watched in wild wonder and awe as Casey reached behind him and took hold of his rigid shaft, moving it delicately onto soft skin. Casey then began lowering and- and…

“Fuck me…” Zeke shuddered out, putting his head back as an increasingly tight and wondrous warmth overcame his groin, feeling himself slide deep into Casey… slowly, slowly- until Casey grunted out a hard gasp and he was in, as far as he could go. Casey stilled, throat tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, until: “M-Move…”

One gentle rise of his hips and Zeke moaned; oh good glory, he was inside, moving inside the body perched upon him. The very boy, male body of Casey, his own cock bobbing just above Zeke’s navel. Zeke grasped it and instantly began thrusting it within his hand, staring at Casey with a stone-like expression. “Mine,” he hissed up at him.

“Ungh…”

“Say it, Case. Say it.”

“Y-Yours… fuck, I’m yours…”

Zeke’s eyes rolled back, concentrating on the extreme sensations happening below and bringing Casey to that level. Suddenly Casey yelped out, a very distinct and generous howl of lust. “RIGHT th-there, FUCK don’t stop, fuck me fuck me fuck me…”

Stokely was so dead on, letting Casey win that fucking round of dirty talk. If anyone who came in contact with Casey daily was told what a mouth he had on him, they wouldn’t ever believe it. Zeke might’ve laughed as well, thinking that it couldn’t be possible for Casey to let a string of “fuck me”s out like this. But he was, oh God he was, and Zeke was answering the only way he knew how. He pounded upwards relentlessly, loving the way Casey’s chest expanded as he curved his spine back, allowing Zeke to watch the beauty of his skin’s lithe, creamy expanse stretching above him. His hand moved erratically on Casey’s shaft now, wanting to see what he looked like in total wild throes of lust. Casey now fell forward, his sobbing gasps coming out one after the other. He kissed at Zeke sporadically, movements awkward and rushed with the pushes below. “Come for me, Case. C’mon…” Zeke said, taking a swallow of air as he felt his second climax rising. “I wanna watch you…”

Faltering keening wails emitted from Casey’s throat as Zeke felt the first lovely drops of pre-come swell out from Casey’s slit. He moved quicker, hoping he didn’t lose it before- oh God no, Casey was outright screaming now, wailing and nearly crying as hot splashes of his come covered Zeke’s stomach. Zeke kept the pace, wanting every inch of Casey’s sanity lying in a pool on his body, until his orgasm swelled to a crescendo and filled Casey once again, making his entrance all the more slippery and lovely. He pushed a few more times, hard, grabbing Casey’s shoulders and holding him close as he finished, wrapping one leg around both of Casey’s as his thrusts died out and he was left entirely spent with sweat and come joining their bodies, creating a second skin.