Whee, part five:)
Title: Cute (Pt. 5)
Pairing: Der.
Rating: R for sexual implications and language
Synopsis: Breaking the dam... lol...
Casey had gotten tired of the gaming not far into the playing; after no one would lend him pennies to continue, he had to run upstairs to his discarded clothing to scrounge, coming up with thirteen cents, with one of the coins being a nickel. He lost quickly.
After watching a few hands go by, he stood up. Wordlessly he left the room in search for something to drink; this not talking business was pretty hard on his throat. Just as he reached the fridge, he heard Zeke say, “Yea, I’m out,” and the creak of the couch. It wasn’t long before he was in the kitchen with Casey, just as Casey was pouring out some soda into a glass. “Hey,”
Casey turned his head slightly, blinking hard. “Oh… hi,” he whispered back. Zeke grinned, getting a soda from the fridge as well. He turned back to Casey, cracking it open and sipping. Zeke nodded up, giving Casey a curious look.
“You’re a ‘glass-girl’, huh?”
“Hmm?”
“A glass-girl. You don’t drink from cans,”
Why Zeke was caring about this minor detail was beyond Casey, but he nodded anyways. “Yea… guess,”
“Man, you’re quiet… beginning to doubt your relation to Delilah,” Zeke joked, winking. He padded the front pocket of his sweatshirt and gave Casey a wag of eyebrows. “You smoke?” Zeke asked. Casey shook his head in reply, causing Zeke to grin wider. “Good, gives me a chance to corrupt you. C’mon,”
Casey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Zeke stepped to the back door. He looked over his shoulder and nodded his head towards the screened porch ahead of him. Sighing, Casey grabbed his glass and walked in small steps to Zeke, following him.
The door hadn’t shut behind them before Zeke lit up; sending an orange flare around his nose and cheeks. It faded back to the deep blue, slightly silhouetted by the lights coming from the windows next to them. Casey watched as Zeke sat down in a white wicker chair. Zeke looked to him and smiled. “Siddown,” he told Casey. Clearing his throat, Casey moved to the chair across from him, too wary to sit next to him. Zeke leaned on his knees with his elbows, handing Casey the lit cigarette. “Go ahead,”
The air around them was cold and smoky- that was kind of the way Zeke was; cold and smoky. “No thanks,” Casey murmured, keeping his head low and voice even quieter with the echoic room they sat in. He sniffed loudly at the smoke entering his nose.
“Always a first for everything,”
Fucking peer pressure. Casey sighed and took it, lifting it carefully to his face. Zeke watched on as Casey put it to his lips and made a tiny suck at the end; the tip barely flared, but his lungs sure did; he removed the cigarette and put his other hand to his mouth, not wanting to cough. He held the chokes back, knowing that could be a sure giveaway should he start hacking. Zeke chuckled and took it back. He sighed deeply. “Just wanted to see if you’d make any sort of noise,”
‘Cocky bastard,’ Casey thought, letting our tiny gasping coughs to relieve the pressure in his chest. He bit his lip and frowned. “They taste good,” he whispered. Zeke nodded.
“Clove. It’ll kill ya faster,”
“Carrie??” a sudden voice called from the kitchen, being Delilah’s. Zeke turned his head to the window, Casey also peering inside. She must have seen them as she came storming to the door, opening it wide and stepping out. “Damn it Zeke… she doesn’t smoke,”
“Does now,”
Delilah turned to Casey, who was still coughing a little. She blinked her eyes then rolled them, crossing her arms. “I won the last round… though YOU would’ve won. We checked your cards… you folded on two aces with a joker and ace on the table??” she asked. Zeke shrugged and sat back further in his chair.
“Eh, ‘Mexican Sweat’ isn’t my best game. I always fuck up like that,”
“Whatever. Carrie, can you help me get out the rest of the desserts… Casey made?”
“Casey made the desserts??” Zeke piped up, looking more alert. Casey darted his eyes back to Zeke, seeing his interested expression. “Damn, I didn’t see ‘em,”
“That’s cos’ we ATE it all before you’d showed up. But there’s more,” Delilah said. “C’mon Carrie, gimmee a hand,”
As Casey stood up Zeke smiled, leaning towards Delilah. “What’d he make?”
“Apple crumble and pecan squares. C’mon Care…”
“Damn. He makes the best pecan pie stuff,” Zeke said, leaning back. Casey walked over to the door with Delilah; he’d gotten one foot inside when Zeke spoke. “I’d give that kid blowjobs for the rest of his life if he’d cook for me,”
Casey’s other foot snagged on the small step leading in, making him nearly fall flat on his face. Delilah saved him however, grabbing his arm. “WHOA! Carrie, you okay??”
“Yea…” Casey murmured, knowing his eyes were like saucers and cheeks were crimson. He heard Zeke ask, “You all right?” but chose not to respond, regaining his ‘heel posture’ and walking quick behind Delilah. He followed her to the pantry where the rest of the desserts were stored and had to stop quick; Delilah had halted abruptly and turned to him, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him into the tiny room.
“What the fuck was he DOING with you out there??” she hissed to him. Casey was too stunned by the last five minutes to respond automatically; he swallowed and shook his head.
“Nothing… nothing,” he said, feeling breathless. “He just wanted me to smoke for whatever reason,”
“God damn it, don’t you SEE what he’s doing??” she asked urgently. Casey shook his head again; he was surprised to see an incredulous sort of grin come onto Delilah’s face. “Casey, he’s fucking hitting on you,”
“Wha…?” Casey uttered, standing straighter. “Wha- no, he isn’t,”
“Yes he IS. Casey, he could have won that game back there. Big time. We had at LEAST three dollars of pennies in the pot,”
“Oh, big deal…”
“Well, if you saw the SIZE of the pile, you’d be more convinced. He left the game because YOU left the room. He fucking followed you,”
Casey blinked hard. “No way. No… he probably knows it’s me…”
“Not likely, Casey. You’re pretty damned… pretty right now.” She said with a giggle. Her face turned serious a moment, her hand taking his arm. “Listen, don’t worry, ‘k? I’m gonna keep an eye out, and won’t leave your side for one SECOND,”
“Okay…” Casey quietly replied, nodding slowly. She smiled again and punched his arm.
“Let’s get the desserts out.” She said. They both turned to the shelf holding the items, bringing them out to hungry girls and one returning Zeke. Casey caught Zeke’s small smile as he began eating a pecan square, knowing just why he was grinning. If Zeke REALLY didn’t know about this charade, Casey wasn’t sure on what to do. But damn, if those blowjobs didn’t sound good…
At this point, it was either Zeke knew and was fucking around with Casey ‘til he broke, or he really DID think that “Carrie” was worth loads of attention. It was too unlike Zeke to have it NOT be the former, seeing as his normal routine would have been trying to get four girls to go home with him, long before the ball dropped.
Delilah worked very hard to keep to her promise of sticking to Casey like glue, but it was less than futile most of the time. Zeke seemed to have caught on early into Delilah’s efforts, and would try to be one step ahead of her; whether it was getting ahead of her in the hallway to catch the seat on the couch next to Casey or helping Casey open a jar of pickles in the kitchen, he always did something. It felt odd to Casey, grabbing Zeke’s attentions like this. He could almost relate to the girls that would fall under his spell, because God damn it…
Casey was finding himself smiling a little more, looking at Zeke a little more. He felt stupid, seeing as it never mattered to Casey before if Zeke were good looking or charming. Zeke was just a friend; a friend Casey had secret disagreements with over what he did with girls, or at least what Casey had heard anyways. Casey didn’t need him bragging or anything; hearing the rumors at school were enough. But Casey had never ever had those eyes looking at him like they were now, and it was undeniable; there were reasons for nearly every girl to fall for Zeke the way they did. Casey didn’t want to look like a fool; before he would let out some ridiculous girly giggle at the conversations Zeke would start with him, he’d clear his throat and find something else in the room to look at. It didn’t faze Zeke whatsoever.
The party was still going, but they were all relaxing in front of the TV, talking idly with each other and watching the party going on in New York City. Casey was sipping his Midori Sour with extra cherries at the top when Zeke squished himself in the small space between Casey and Delilah. Casey grasped his glass tight to not spill it, having his elbow bumped by Zeke’s insistent hip. Delilah groaned and gave Zeke a look of contempt.
“Zeke! C’mon, there’s like… ten places to sit!” she told him, annoyed. Zeke smiled and shook his head.
“I know,” he replied. Casey bit his lower lip, feeling Zeke’s warm thigh against his own; damn these dresses, he thought… “So Carrie… you doing anything after the party?”
Casey froze inside. “I… I…”
“She’s staying right here with me, Zeke,” Delilah interjected quickly. “My aunt and uncle would HANG me if I let her go anywhere with someone like you,”
“Oh reeeeally?” Zeke drawled, laughing. “It’s not like she couldn’t make up her OWN mind, Del; maybe she’d LIKE a lil’ excitement.”
“I’m… really tired,” Casey murmured, his voice strained. “I don’t even know if I’m going to make it to the ball dropping,”
“What?” Zeke said, leaning in closer. His breath was so fucking warm, smelling of smoke and apples…
“She SAID she’s tired!” Delilah spat out.
“Are you her interpreter?” Zeke said, raising an eyebrow at what Delilah had said, but not turning to look at her. His eyes were firmly planted on Casey, along with the girls watching on, making him squirm inside. He wrenched himself off of the couch and cleared his throat.
“Be… back,” he said, nervous. He rushed to the stairs, hearing Delilah grumbling to Zeke in angry mutters. He didn’t look back as he rushed to the upstairs bathroom, shutting the door behind him and putting his back to it.
Casey wasn’t used to breathing this hard, not since the MaryBeth incident anyways. Why, in the last few hours of this party he’d felt all trembly at the knees and wanting to just… escape… well, it was obvious. If Zeke was checking him out…
If he wasn’t… if he was just fucking around, knowing who this “Carrie” really was… Casey didn’t know whether to be turned on or angry. If he WAS checking “Carrie” out, the party would be instantly over if he got too close with wandering hands. He’d be mortified, possibly angry. If he was fucking around with Casey…
Casey almost jumped hearing and feeling a hard knock on the door. “Um… yes?”
“Almost done?”
What, did Zeke HAVE to follow Casey everywhere?? “Yea…” Casey mumbled, opening the door. Zeke stood in the middle of the hall, his hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips. “All yours,” Casey whispered, going to walk past him.
“Hold up,” Zeke said. Casey stopped, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Um… what?”
“Delilah told me- how shy you are. I knew that, but… figured maybe… anyways, I’m sorry,” Zeke told him. Casey blinked. Wow, an apology from the great Zeke…
“Okay,”
“I didn’t bug you out any?”
“No,”
“Good,” Zeke said. He smiled a bit wider and continued. “Most girls that I’ve hung out with are loud mouthed and obnoxious- like me. Maybe that’s why I took a liking to you; needed a change of pace,”
Whatever was happening inside Casey right now, he couldn’t figure out; it was a cross between wanting to fall down the stairs and having Zeke feel the silk underneath his dress. “O…kay,”
“I’ll just tell ya… whatever Del’s got against me is just crap,,” Zeke said, shaking his head a little. “She wants to listen to rumors about me, let her.”
“Are they, though…?”
“Are they what?”
“Rumors?”
Zeke rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Yea, pretty much. Girls can make up just as much crap as guys in locker rooms, y’now. But I don’t care much,”
“Oh…” Casey murmured, looking down. Fuck.
“Still make moves on the ones that deserve it though.” Zeke said, winking. Casey’s nostrils flared slightly as he smiled, a bit wider than he’d intended.
“Thanks,” he said. Zeke blinked at him a moment or two, his smile fading slightly- then returning.
“Yea. You deserve it,” he mysteriously replied; he then went into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Casey standing in the hall to collect his thoughts. Wherever they were, fuck, he couldn’t think right now…