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Title: "Enjoy" -for the contrelamontre challenge of kisses/no kissing
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, I wish.
Synopsis: Zeke has been waiting, a fucking long-assed time now. (To the tune of "Enjoy" by Bjork)
X-posted to honeyandvinegar, being_chased, jacked_up
Started- 6:20
Zeke didn't have to think right now; the music was doing it for him...
I wish- I want to stay here
I wish- this be enough
I wish- I only love you
I wish- simplicity
...off a mix Casey gave him before leaving Herrington this past August. Fucking GOD. It was almost too much.
Casey hadn't ever shown himself to be anything but the All-American, Midwestern ray-of-sunshine boy that he portrayed in life. Every picture in the magazines seemed to want to prove it to the world, how good a boy he was, "our hero", the new sweetheart. Mothers were ready to marry off thier daughters to him and football players had stopped punching him in the face. Kneeing him in the crotch. Whatever.
Zeke's hand shook as it poured coffee into his mug; yea. Casey Connor, sweet and innocent little boy. Starched plaid shirts and baggy, cute jeans. Wide doe eyes and gap toothed smile. Tousled, geeky haircut. Cute sneakers. A kiss that would light an entire forest fire ablaze. Coffee spilled on the counter. Zeke gave up, clenching the counter with a white-knuckled grip.
Fuck. The good boy was a slick little fucker. No one knew that. No matter the cold swirling into the vast, open kitchen, Zeke's skin felt like it was being covered in candle wax, hot and sweaty burn of flesh and flame. No one... oh, NO one had ever made this sort of thing happen. It was ZEKE that 'pulled the punches' when it came to sex, foreplay, whatever. Girls would moan underneath him, writhe, choke on their own screams and saliva when Zeke was at his best. He never had to worry; he'd either leave in the morning or make some sort of excuse if they woke up first. Nothing ever got to him. Casey was fucking eating him alive. Casey HAD been eating him alive since he'd gone. Casey had been gone for over three and a half months. What. The. Fuck.
All it took was a playful fight at Zeke's kitchen door, the two of them trying to get paswt it before the other. They'd shoved shoulders and arms at each other, cursing each other out and laughing. Before Zele knew it, Casey had moved past him first but turned back around. His mouth landed on Zeke's, the hard kiss shoving Zeke's back to the wall behind him.
Casey, a serphent, eager and intent. The cover of TIME lied to America. He'd not been caught on film doing this sort of thing, and that's all Zeke saw and felt at that moment. Snake-boy with long, spinly but strong as fuck arms, shoving Zeke to his will and fucking breaking him into little pieces. Letting Casey take, take, take and take, take some more, Zeke's moans getting lost within the wet confines of Casey's hungry mouth. His wrists had been pinned, Casey's hands becoming super-human with strength. Zeke let it happen, because it was the most amazing and shocking thing that had ever happened to him.
His lips were trembling, trapped in memory.
How can I ignore?
this is sex without touching
I'm going to explore
I'm only into this to
enjoy
Casey had left that night and been gone to Boston the next afternoon. Zeke was ready to cancel his own classes he'd enrolled in at a local community college in the next town over, all because he didn't know if he'd be able to concentrate on anything but the memory of Casey's lips. He;d gotten a few calls from Casey in this time, all of it general blabbing on of daily life. Casey had gotten on the dean's list. Zeke was hoping he was, though he doubted it. Everytime he cracked open a book, the pages sounded like Casey's eyelashes. Every time he yawned in class, he cringed at his mouth's movements. Every time he'd sit at home with his work, he wanted to drop everything, go upstairs and find Casey naked in his bed, waiting. He'd wanted more kisses for months now, and wanted it to lead elsewhere. Like...
Casey Connor being naked in his bedroom.
Zeke had gotten the phone call last week, Casey telling him he'd be home for Christmas- and that after spending as little time as he could with his parents, he was heading to Zeke's. For the first time since his own parents took off, Zeke actually bothered with a tree, decorating it with whatever he could find in decoration boxes in his basement. There were even a few presents underneath it, mostly for Casey, but for Stan, Stokes, and a couple friends of his from class. Mostly Casey though. He'd made sure to hang mistletoe everyfuckingwhere. Large bunches of it were over his bed.
Ended- 6:51
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, I wish.
Synopsis: Zeke has been waiting, a fucking long-assed time now. (To the tune of "Enjoy" by Bjork)
X-posted to honeyandvinegar, being_chased, jacked_up
Started- 6:20
Zeke didn't have to think right now; the music was doing it for him...
I wish- I want to stay here
I wish- this be enough
I wish- I only love you
I wish- simplicity
...off a mix Casey gave him before leaving Herrington this past August. Fucking GOD. It was almost too much.
Casey hadn't ever shown himself to be anything but the All-American, Midwestern ray-of-sunshine boy that he portrayed in life. Every picture in the magazines seemed to want to prove it to the world, how good a boy he was, "our hero", the new sweetheart. Mothers were ready to marry off thier daughters to him and football players had stopped punching him in the face. Kneeing him in the crotch. Whatever.
Zeke's hand shook as it poured coffee into his mug; yea. Casey Connor, sweet and innocent little boy. Starched plaid shirts and baggy, cute jeans. Wide doe eyes and gap toothed smile. Tousled, geeky haircut. Cute sneakers. A kiss that would light an entire forest fire ablaze. Coffee spilled on the counter. Zeke gave up, clenching the counter with a white-knuckled grip.
Fuck. The good boy was a slick little fucker. No one knew that. No matter the cold swirling into the vast, open kitchen, Zeke's skin felt like it was being covered in candle wax, hot and sweaty burn of flesh and flame. No one... oh, NO one had ever made this sort of thing happen. It was ZEKE that 'pulled the punches' when it came to sex, foreplay, whatever. Girls would moan underneath him, writhe, choke on their own screams and saliva when Zeke was at his best. He never had to worry; he'd either leave in the morning or make some sort of excuse if they woke up first. Nothing ever got to him. Casey was fucking eating him alive. Casey HAD been eating him alive since he'd gone. Casey had been gone for over three and a half months. What. The. Fuck.
All it took was a playful fight at Zeke's kitchen door, the two of them trying to get paswt it before the other. They'd shoved shoulders and arms at each other, cursing each other out and laughing. Before Zele knew it, Casey had moved past him first but turned back around. His mouth landed on Zeke's, the hard kiss shoving Zeke's back to the wall behind him.
Casey, a serphent, eager and intent. The cover of TIME lied to America. He'd not been caught on film doing this sort of thing, and that's all Zeke saw and felt at that moment. Snake-boy with long, spinly but strong as fuck arms, shoving Zeke to his will and fucking breaking him into little pieces. Letting Casey take, take, take and take, take some more, Zeke's moans getting lost within the wet confines of Casey's hungry mouth. His wrists had been pinned, Casey's hands becoming super-human with strength. Zeke let it happen, because it was the most amazing and shocking thing that had ever happened to him.
His lips were trembling, trapped in memory.
How can I ignore?
this is sex without touching
I'm going to explore
I'm only into this to
enjoy
Casey had left that night and been gone to Boston the next afternoon. Zeke was ready to cancel his own classes he'd enrolled in at a local community college in the next town over, all because he didn't know if he'd be able to concentrate on anything but the memory of Casey's lips. He;d gotten a few calls from Casey in this time, all of it general blabbing on of daily life. Casey had gotten on the dean's list. Zeke was hoping he was, though he doubted it. Everytime he cracked open a book, the pages sounded like Casey's eyelashes. Every time he yawned in class, he cringed at his mouth's movements. Every time he'd sit at home with his work, he wanted to drop everything, go upstairs and find Casey naked in his bed, waiting. He'd wanted more kisses for months now, and wanted it to lead elsewhere. Like...
Casey Connor being naked in his bedroom.
Zeke had gotten the phone call last week, Casey telling him he'd be home for Christmas- and that after spending as little time as he could with his parents, he was heading to Zeke's. For the first time since his own parents took off, Zeke actually bothered with a tree, decorating it with whatever he could find in decoration boxes in his basement. There were even a few presents underneath it, mostly for Casey, but for Stan, Stokes, and a couple friends of his from class. Mostly Casey though. He'd made sure to hang mistletoe everyfuckingwhere. Large bunches of it were over his bed.
Ended- 6:51