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Title: "Six-of-One (Part Seven)"
Rating: R for language and sexuality
Synopsis: Ah, the afterglow...
For a little while, neither Zeke nor Casey moved. They didn’t rush to clean, talk, or do anything. It was simply bliss, lying there sated and spent. All the while, Zeke’s hand was on Casey’s back, running his fingers up and down his spine. He was caressing him; he never did this, never. No matter how good the sex was with anyone else in the past, he never did this. ‘I’m turning… into a girl,’ he thought to himself, making him smile. Casey must have felt his lips curving by his cheek as he turned his head slowly to face him.
“What’re you smiling about?” he asked softly. Zeke frowned and chuckled.
“Uh… I just had amazing sex, Casey.” He said. Casey smiled as well; his eyes were so drowsy, yet he looked so… complete.
“Doesn’t weird you out any?”
“Not really.” Zeke replied, turning his head to rest his chin on Casey’s forehead. “It takes a lot for me to get messed up over something. I’d say this is good.”
“Good,” Casey whispered; he let out a wide yawn, bringing his hand to his mouth.
“Want something to drink?” Zeke asked, starting to sit up. Casey rolled off of him, lying on his back and putting his arm over his head. Jesus, he was the perfect picture of sex right now.
“Yea… though is it safe to go out there? I didn’t hear them come in, but- they might’ve been quiet,” he said with a growing grin.
“They may as well have stomped in and slammed baseball bats into the walls. We wouldn’t have heard it over your screaming,”
“Oh, I see.”
“Knew you were a screamer, Casey,” Zeke chuckled out, sliding his jeans back on again.
“Knew you’d like it,” Casey retorted. It made Zeke blush as he opened the door to leave.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured, shutting the door behind him. He walked down the hall and into the kitchen; he stopped in his tracks, finding Stokely sitting at the table, a mug of something warm in her hands. “Oh… hey,” Zeke said blankly, shuffling over to the fridge. Stokely smiled his way.
“Hello, Zeke,” she said. “I made some hot cocoa; some Irish Cream is in mine, help yourself,”
“Sounds good, sounds good,” Zeke said. He got out two mugs and began pouring from the teapot on the stove. It had to be homemade; this girl rocked his socks. “Where’s Stan?”
Stokely cleared her throat. “Oh… he went out for a walk,” she said, trying to sound casual. Zeke saw the effort behind the words and sighed, turning around.
“When… did you guys get back…?” he asked. Now Stokely blushed, looking to her mug with a smile.
“About… ten minutes ago,”
Oh lordy… that was about when he got Casey shrieking like a banshee… “Ah,” Zeke murmured, looking down at his feet.
“So um… should I say congratulations?” Stokely asked, her smile growing as she looked up at him. It was Zeke’s turn to blush as he turned back to the drinks, pouring in the liqueur.
“If you wanna,” Zeke softly replied.
“Congratulations, then,” Stokely said.
“Hmm… so uh- was Stan fucked up over it?” Zeke asked hesitantly.
“Not fucked up. A bit weirded out, yea,” Stokely told him. “I mean, well, it was OBVIOUS what you two were gonna be UP to when we’d gone. He knew that. We talked about it the whole car ride, up and back. I think you would have paid to see his expression, Zeke,” she said, chuckling and shaking her head. “No, he’s happy for you two, especially Casey. He just - uh, well - wasn’t too sure he wanted to HEAR it… directly,”
“That’s cool, I spos’.” Zeke muttered, grabbing up the mugs and turning around again. “What about you? You - weirded out at all?”
“Oh Zeke,” she said, blushing even more and smiling wide. “Stan was too right back at the game; I’ll admit it, watching you two was better than ANY porn out there,”
Zeke bust out laughing as he passed by her. “You can hold the camera next time, Stokes,” he told her. She cooed pleasantly as he left the kitchen and headed back. He opened the bedroom door and found Casey sitting up now; he had to laugh, finding him with a lit cigarette between his fingers. “Oh hey, Mr. ‘Those Things Will Kill You’,” Zeke jibed, repeating Casey’s admonishments of smoking right back at him. Casey narrowed his eyes as he took a drag.
“The only thing I’ve wanted just as much as having great sex for the first time is a post coital smoke, so shut up,” Casey replied, blowing smoke in his direction. Zeke shook his head and sighed, going over to the bed. He handed Casey his mug then sat back on the backboard, looking into his drink.
“So Case,” he started.
“Yea?”
“When did you get so smoking hot, anyways?” Zeke asked, cocking an eyebrow and sipping his spiked cocoa. Casey laughed.
“Never thought I’d see the day when I heard Ezekiel Tyler call me ‘smoking hot’. I guess that’s a good thing,”
“Mmm, yea it is,” Zeke said. He pointed to the cigarette pack next to Casey, who handed it to him. Zeke took one out and put it in his mouth; before he even had the chance to look up and ask for his lighter, Casey’s outstretched arm presented it, fired up already to light it for him. Zeke smiled coyly as the tip of the cigarette crackled, breathing in to get it started. As Casey sat back, Zeke puffed out, looking at Casey’s bare-chested, easing back posture. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do,”
“Huh?? That was better than my sucking your cock, Ezekiel?” Casey asked, returning the sly smile as he puffed away.
“Oh, believe me; that was nice. Very. But I have never had someone light my cig for me before. And it’s hot.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So Case. We just had some wild sex, didn’t we?”
“I hope so. Otherwise it’s been an incredibly confusing evening,”
“I think I fucking love you, Case.” Zeke blurted. God damn it, he thought. He had to fucking say it. He watched as Casey’s eyes blinked, head resting further back. Zeke didn’t know if he’d just said the very, very wrong thing just now. Things like that being said ruined things sometimes, complicated things.
Now Casey moved, swinging his legs over the side of the bed; dear God, he was still completely naked and walking across the room to the dressing table. As he rifled through one of his bags, Zeke just stared; what the fuck was wrong with Delilah?? What the fuck was wrong with everybody that messed around with Casey?? He had to turn away from him now, feeling like he might throw him on the bed and do it all over again. It was cold out tonight, and Zeke didn’t want Stan to die of hypothermia.
Casey returned to the bed and sat in front of Zeke. “I hope you don’t think this is shitty of me, but… I brought this along with me. I’d brought it because I kinda hoped…” he paused a moment, glancing to Zeke then back into his hands. “I’d have reason to give it to you,”
“Aren’t you the rebel, Mr. Connor?”
“Aren’t I though?”
Zeke smiled into their kiss, pushing Casey to the wall behind him. His fingers snagged on Casey’s stupid nametag, making him growl. “Tuesdays ARE slow days around here, huh?” he said, looking towards the door leading to the store. Casey smiled and shrugged.
“Hey, if I can get paid for this sort of thing,” he said shyly, tugging on Zeke’s shirt a little in the front, pulling Zeke back into their kiss. “I’m all for a slow night,”
Before they had the chance to become more engulfed in their kissing, the sound of the door opening and its loud ‘beep’ sounded off. “Ugh,” Casey groaned. “C’mon… just slip out in case it’s my manager,”
“Yea, yea,” Zeke said, sneaking out the doorway, making sure he ducked below the angle of the chip aisle. Casey went out the other way that went behind the counter; as Zeke feigned interest in a few bags of chips, he heard a familiar voice filling the air.
“Hey Casey,”
“Oh… Delilah, what’s up?”
‘Ohhh my shit,’ Zeke thought, looking above the racks. He saw that pointy nosed bitch standing at the counter. Casey looked blankly at her as he leaned on the counter.
“Not too much… just… came by for a pack of Newports,”
“’K,” Casey said, getting them down for her. He rang her up and took her cash; she was looking around herself with an uncomfortable look to her. “Here ya are,” Casey said, handing her the change.
“Thanks… hey, listen- I uh, wanted to apologize, for last week,” she started awkwardly. Casey stood still as she continued. “I looked for you yesterday, but you were out of school,”
“Yea… I wasn’t feeling that great,” Casey replied. Zeke almost snorted in hilarity; he’d felt fine. Fine enough to cut a day’s worth of classes with Zeke anyways. Damn, he was such a bad influence on the boy, wasn’t he?
“Oh. Well, I tried finding you at lunch today, but… couldn’t,”
“Yea. I ate on the bleachers, per usual,” he told her. Again, Zeke had to do his best to stay quiet. Casey wasn’t ‘on’ the bleachers at any point. He was under them however, amongst other things…
“Well, I just wanted to tell you that… that I did miss you. I felt bad that I’d ruined our weekend plans with Stokes and Stan,” she said quietly. Oh, here it was! Zeke thought. He decided that now would be a good time to sneak into this little plan Delilah was devising. He watched Casey’s face as he began striding over slowly, nearly laughing again. Delilah must not have been too great at reading people, as Casey didn’t look very intrigued by this at all. “I admit, it was a pretty boring Valentine’s weekend without you…”
“Really? That’s not what I heard Gabe saying in the locker room today,” Casey retorted with a small but very evil grin. Delilah put on the fakest gawk Zeke had ever seen.
“Wha… oh GOD, he’s all talk, you know him!”
“Sure,” Casey said, tapping the counter with his knuckles.
“Look, I’m just wondering if maybe… you and I…”
“Hey Del,”
Delilah turned quick, finding Zeke behind her. “Oh! Uh, hey Zeke. When… did you get here?”
“I was over by the chips.” He said. She nodded slowly.
“Oh… so, you just come by here and keep Casey entertained?”
Zeke shot Casey a look in hearing him snort, holding back what had to be a strong, loud laugh. “Uh… yea, could say,”
“Ah,” Delilah said, nodding. She paused, looking at his chest. “Oh… that’s interesting,” she said, pointing. Zeke looked down where she’d directed, seeing the amethyst ring lying there, hung by a long tied black cord.
“Oh, that, yea,” Zeke said, looking back up.
“Where’d you get it?” she asked; oh, she already knew, didn’t she? That made this so much funnier.
“Oh- Valentine’s Day,” Zeke tossed off casually with a shrug. She nodded slowly again, her eyes darting from Zeke to Casey and back again.
“Well, it’s very nice,”
“Isn’t it?” Casey piped up, cocking his head to the side. Zeke would have paid good money for Casey to have had that fucking camera slung on his neck to get a picture of her face as it was right now.
**THE END**