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For the "Someone's Gotta Secret" 'lenge. :)
Title: Boxed up
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casy/Zeke
Rating: R
Started: 9:07
All I wanted was to get the damned shirt for the kid; stupid Casey and his stupid get together because his stupid parents took off for a stupid weekend vaca. "First time they're leaving me by myself!" he'd declared cheerfully to me earlier in the week. If Mr. And Mrs. Connor knew how incapable Casey was of that, they'd stay in the house twenty-four-seven.
So far, he'd managed to get drunk off of a beer and a half. He'd have made it two if he hadn't tripped on absolutely nothing and gotten the rest of his drink all over his shirt. While Delilah dragged the giggling mess to the downstairs bathroom to help Casey out of his soaked clothes, I was sent upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.
Yea, I knew the boy was pretty small. In looking into that closet though... damn, I couldn't fit three of my sweaters in here, while Casey looked like he had half a department store crammed in. I had to put half my body inside to just pry a few of them apart; for Christmas, he'd be getting a closet organizer from me.
"OW!" I hissed out, smacking my head into the top shelf. Yea... I knew I was pretty damned tall. I was just about to give up when more annoyances showed up in the form of a few boxes falling on my head. "OWW!!" I cried out again. God damn it, I was NOT this kid's Mommy...
It was kind of a good thing I wasn't as I turned and stooped to pick up the now opened boxes lying on the floor.
At first I was ready to disregard it all; yea, one box had spilled a bunch of photographs. Big deal. I'd seen the many pictures Casey had taken. They were damned good, but I was too annoyed to survey this find. That was until one flipped over and I saw the black and white image within the glossy paper.
Casey sat on his bed; his choice of outfit was what made my mouth go instantly dry. He was staring into the camera as if wanting some sort of validation for the small slip he wore. I wasn't able to tell the color of it, but it was dark. It looked like it was meant for a large busted woman as one of Casey's nipples poked out from the top of the slip, grazing along the lace edges. I swallowed, picking up a small stack that lie face down on the floor.
More. Casey lying on the bed, arms lifted over his head obviously holding the camera. I could see small spaghetti straps at Casey's shoulders, one of them stretched as it tried to crawl down Casey's raised arm. His eyes shone like he'd been crying, or was very emotional in photographing himself like this at least. Fuck. I should've just put 'em back but I just fucking couldn't. Nobody fucking knew Casey Connor like this... but I did, now.
Picture after picture of just Casey, just Casey, the little boy who FUCK... no, he wasn't little I discovered, finding a panty shot. The fabric wasn't anything too fancy but it looked completely perfect anyways. A hem of lace decorated the bottom, sliding over the crease of his groin and thighs. His arms were at his chest, one hand reaching to his shoulder and holding it. His eyes downcast, chin lowered almost to his collarbone. Fucking captivating.
Casey was a boy-loving middle aged man's wet dream. He was slowly becoming MY boy-loving almost-twenties wet fucking dream. I just wasn't ready to imagine myself lying in bed with stolen photographs, getting off on the idea of Casey finding them missing, panicking... jacking myself off into oblivion and making fingerprints on wet-feeling 4x6's.
Or maybe I was. God damn it... 'put 'em away,' I thought frantically, taking them and shoving them into the box. Only one was left- the 'Casey in silk and lace panty' one. I couldn't, man. I just couldn't. That one didn't deserve it.
"Zeeeeke, how LONG does it TAAAKE you to find..."
My head jerked up, finding Casey standing in the doorway to his room, wearing just his jeans and a blank expression. I didn't realize how quick my breaths were coming out now. 'Hand's in the cookie jar' was the only crazed thought running in my head. It really was too; my fingers were still clenched around the edge of the box, lid askew at the top of it. Casey's eyes darted from my face to that hand, that box, and back up to my face. He didn't seem drunk anymore as his lips parted shakilyhis tongue worrying his lip in quick darting movement.
Wet fucking dream
"Don't... tell. Don't tell."
My breathing calmed a bit hearing his plea. He wasn't mad... I'd just come up here to get him a shirt, didn't I? Wasn't my fault I was tall.
I glanced down, placing the lid on the box fully. Looking up I gave Casey a small nod, not bothering with words. His eyes fell on my left hand, still holding the picture of choice. I looked at it as well, unabashed. For a moment we both stared at Casey's visage... until I brought it up to my shirt pocket and placed it inside. Buttoning it up securely I stood up and walked over, passing by Casey without bothering to keep my distance. My shirt brushed his bare flesh, his body still and breath halted and raspy as I left.
I'd keep Casey's dirty little secret. He'd keep mine.
Finished: 9:37
Title: Boxed up
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casy/Zeke
Rating: R
Started: 9:07
All I wanted was to get the damned shirt for the kid; stupid Casey and his stupid get together because his stupid parents took off for a stupid weekend vaca. "First time they're leaving me by myself!" he'd declared cheerfully to me earlier in the week. If Mr. And Mrs. Connor knew how incapable Casey was of that, they'd stay in the house twenty-four-seven.
So far, he'd managed to get drunk off of a beer and a half. He'd have made it two if he hadn't tripped on absolutely nothing and gotten the rest of his drink all over his shirt. While Delilah dragged the giggling mess to the downstairs bathroom to help Casey out of his soaked clothes, I was sent upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.
Yea, I knew the boy was pretty small. In looking into that closet though... damn, I couldn't fit three of my sweaters in here, while Casey looked like he had half a department store crammed in. I had to put half my body inside to just pry a few of them apart; for Christmas, he'd be getting a closet organizer from me.
"OW!" I hissed out, smacking my head into the top shelf. Yea... I knew I was pretty damned tall. I was just about to give up when more annoyances showed up in the form of a few boxes falling on my head. "OWW!!" I cried out again. God damn it, I was NOT this kid's Mommy...
It was kind of a good thing I wasn't as I turned and stooped to pick up the now opened boxes lying on the floor.
At first I was ready to disregard it all; yea, one box had spilled a bunch of photographs. Big deal. I'd seen the many pictures Casey had taken. They were damned good, but I was too annoyed to survey this find. That was until one flipped over and I saw the black and white image within the glossy paper.
Casey sat on his bed; his choice of outfit was what made my mouth go instantly dry. He was staring into the camera as if wanting some sort of validation for the small slip he wore. I wasn't able to tell the color of it, but it was dark. It looked like it was meant for a large busted woman as one of Casey's nipples poked out from the top of the slip, grazing along the lace edges. I swallowed, picking up a small stack that lie face down on the floor.
More. Casey lying on the bed, arms lifted over his head obviously holding the camera. I could see small spaghetti straps at Casey's shoulders, one of them stretched as it tried to crawl down Casey's raised arm. His eyes shone like he'd been crying, or was very emotional in photographing himself like this at least. Fuck. I should've just put 'em back but I just fucking couldn't. Nobody fucking knew Casey Connor like this... but I did, now.
Picture after picture of just Casey, just Casey, the little boy who FUCK... no, he wasn't little I discovered, finding a panty shot. The fabric wasn't anything too fancy but it looked completely perfect anyways. A hem of lace decorated the bottom, sliding over the crease of his groin and thighs. His arms were at his chest, one hand reaching to his shoulder and holding it. His eyes downcast, chin lowered almost to his collarbone. Fucking captivating.
Casey was a boy-loving middle aged man's wet dream. He was slowly becoming MY boy-loving almost-twenties wet fucking dream. I just wasn't ready to imagine myself lying in bed with stolen photographs, getting off on the idea of Casey finding them missing, panicking... jacking myself off into oblivion and making fingerprints on wet-feeling 4x6's.
Or maybe I was. God damn it... 'put 'em away,' I thought frantically, taking them and shoving them into the box. Only one was left- the 'Casey in silk and lace panty' one. I couldn't, man. I just couldn't. That one didn't deserve it.
"Zeeeeke, how LONG does it TAAAKE you to find..."
My head jerked up, finding Casey standing in the doorway to his room, wearing just his jeans and a blank expression. I didn't realize how quick my breaths were coming out now. 'Hand's in the cookie jar' was the only crazed thought running in my head. It really was too; my fingers were still clenched around the edge of the box, lid askew at the top of it. Casey's eyes darted from my face to that hand, that box, and back up to my face. He didn't seem drunk anymore as his lips parted shakilyhis tongue worrying his lip in quick darting movement.
Wet fucking dream
"Don't... tell. Don't tell."
My breathing calmed a bit hearing his plea. He wasn't mad... I'd just come up here to get him a shirt, didn't I? Wasn't my fault I was tall.
I glanced down, placing the lid on the box fully. Looking up I gave Casey a small nod, not bothering with words. His eyes fell on my left hand, still holding the picture of choice. I looked at it as well, unabashed. For a moment we both stared at Casey's visage... until I brought it up to my shirt pocket and placed it inside. Buttoning it up securely I stood up and walked over, passing by Casey without bothering to keep my distance. My shirt brushed his bare flesh, his body still and breath halted and raspy as I left.
I'd keep Casey's dirty little secret. He'd keep mine.
Finished: 9:37