Unravelling Zeke - Storm (1/2)
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Title: Storm
Author: Gabi
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Z/C
Rating: R
Summary: The morning after the night before.
Disclaimer: I own neither the rights nor the characters. If I did, Mr Tyler would be sporting a lovely new collar. I make no money. I have no money. Don’t sue me.
Note: beta’d by Aliensouldream. I love you. Thank you. xxx
Previous
Epiphany/ Party & Boring/ Plans/ Casa Del Tyler/ The Suit/ Mom/ Hate You/ Meet the Connors/ New York - Friday/ New York - Saturday/ New York - Sunday/ Texting/ The Deal/ Complex/ Snow/ Pictures of You/ A Connor Christmas/ Missed This/ Photogenic/ New Years Eve/ Trust/ Saint Valentine/ Spring Break/ Calm
NOTE: This takes place the morning after Calm.
Part 1 leads to 2.
The first thing Casey noticed on awakening was just how unbelievably comfy he still was. The next thing being just how groggy and shitty he felt. His head ached in a way that provided a low constant hum of ‘ugh’. On the topic of ‘ugh’… his mouth felt like he’d eaten the pillow in his sleep. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he had. How fucking stoned did he get last night?
Zeke had… Where was Zeke? Without moving he could tell that the bed was empty save for himself. No body heat, no depression in the mattress, no room for anything but Casey’s sprawled limbs. He must have risen early to nurse his sugar crash. Casey would kill for some sugar right now.
He’d kill. But he wouldn’t get up.
Zeke had fucked him up good and proper last night. He’d given Casey the majority of the space cakes, far too many joints and a serious number of blow backs. Whenever he sank too deep into oblivion he’d been given soda and a cookie or two. Then, when he’d come round a little, another hit to sink him. Casey had sustained a level of high that involved an inability to think straight, move or even speak whilst Zeke had taken full advantage of his incapacitated condition.
Fingers. He remembers those fingers tracing lightly over his buzzing skin for what must have been hours. Sending washes of rushes and jolts of electricity zipping through his nerves, pinging off his ribs like a pinball. Then he could move, oh yes. Involuntary writhes and relaxed moans were all he seemed capable of. Perfectly content to lie there and take it. And holy crap that mouth. That mouth had set his skin alight.
True to his word, Zeke had fucked him up, felt him up, sucked him and… well… he wasn’t sure after that. That Richter nine point two orgasm was the last thing he remembered.
Or was it? He had a vague recollection of waking up at some point in the night. For all of about thirty seconds... but…
He remembered the feeling that Zeke was sitting up behind him, he thought he said Zeke’s name, but he could have dreamt that. Zeke had leant over and whispered to him to go back to sleep. He did remember asking Zeke to lie with him and he’d somehow found the strength to move his hand behind him and find an arm to wrap around his chest. That comforting body heat against his back was the last thing he remembered.
Until he woke up feeling shitty, that was. Ok… he really needed to get up. Get up, shower, brush his furry teeth and eat raw sugar for an hour. Yep, he was getting up. Yes he was. In a minute...
Fuck, he was comfy. If he called loud enough would Zeke bring him sugar? Or a soda? Tea. Not green tea… He needed a good twenty four hours before he could face anything involving cannabis. He also needed to pee. Damn, damn and thrice damn. He really needed to get up.
~*~
He bumbled into the living room with clean teeth and an empty bladder. He hadn’t showered yet, cos well… he had priorities. Zeke was sat at the breakfast bar solemnly hugging a mug of coffee, letting a cigarette burn between his fingers. He turned when he heard Casey enter the room. He only managed a half smile. “Mornin’.”
It didn’t look as if Zeke felt any better than Casey, though he couldn’t possibly feel any worse. He couldn’t possibly have been anywhere near as stoned as Casey was last night. Though he did look pretty damn tired. “Mornin’.” Casey yawned back.
Zeke stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray, stood and stretched lazily. “Breakfast?”
Oh, my hero. “And plenty of it!”
He half snorted and smiled. “Sit.” He busied himself with the kettle and mugs as Casey slid onto a stool and sprawled himself across the bar.
Casey rested his eyes and tried to ignore his aching head as he heard various cupboards open and close. He looked up when he heard the toaster being set. “Tylenol…” he whined.
Zeke didn’t even turn as he continued to prepare breakfast. “You don’t need it for a sugar crash. You’ll feel better after breakfast.”
“Do need it.” he sulked with his cheek on the cool bar. “Head hurts.”
“You need carbs.” Zeke answered as he pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge.
He whined louder. “Zeeeeke…”
Zeke opened a drawer, pulled out a tub and threw it to the breakfast bar. Casey watched it skid off the bar beside him. Oh YEY! His brain squealed with sarcastic enthusiasm. It’s going to be one of those days! He tried to reach down for it without moving from the stool and his pulse thumped in his head. “Owwww… Can’t reach…”
“If you were that desperate,” Zeke said, placing a glass of orange in front of him, “you’d find a way.”
“No soul.” he pouted. Zeke narrowed his eyes. “I’m just saying…” he added defensively. He clambered off the stool and crouched gingerly, reaching for the tub.
“If your head hurt enough to need Tylenol you wouldn’t have been able to figure that out.”
Zeke was already back at the toaster when Casey perched himself and fought with the childproof cap. Ahh bliss... Zeke was in one of those ‘Lets-twist-his-head-while-its-not-working’ moods. He did so love it when Zeke ran him in circles. “Just… let me suffer in peace.” The cap popped open.
Zeke turned as Casey was swallowing, washing a pill down with tangy juice and a grimace. “That’s attractive.” He placed a plate of Pop Tarts and peanut butter n’ jelly on toast in front of him. “Carbohydrates. Of which, eighty-odd percent sugars. Enjoy.”
Casey took an eager bite of toast and hummed around a mouthful. “Love you.”
Zeke smiled and brought two steaming mugs to the bar. “I know.” He sat opposite and pushed the tea across.
“You not having anything?”
He blew across the surface of his coffee. “I ate this morning. I’m good.”
Casey swallowed another mouthful. “How long you been up?”
Zeke eyed him for a second. “A while… Woke early and couldn’t get back to sleep. Crashed on the couch for a bit.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Couldn’t you sleep.”
Zeke shrugged. “Couldn’t get comfy I guess.” He put his mug down and stood, leaning over to kiss Casey’s forehead. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. Didn’t wanna wake you before.”
“K.” He watched Zeke leave the room. Couldn’t get comfy? Stoned? Is there any other state than comfy? Did he get up when Casey woke in the night or later? Did it even matter right now? Eat your fucking breakfast.
~*~
Casey was feeling more human when Zeke returned with spiky damp hair, looking decidedly more human himself. Casey clasped his hands and let out a dramatic sigh. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”
Zeke chuckled. “Nope.” He furrowed his brow in comical confusion. “But if it’d have involved you and a bucket of flavoured lube…”
Casey smiled. “What flavour?”
“Dunno.” Zeke shrugged, still slightly confused. “Forgot to ask you.”
Casey giggled. “That reminds me...” he said as Zeke sat and necked his cooling coffee. “Did we fuck last night?”
Zeke grinned. “No, ya shit, ya fell asleep.”
“Oops!” he snorted, “Sorry! And after all that effort you put in.”
“No sweat, we got plenty of time to catch up. And that wasn’t all for your benefit, Mr.”
Casey blushed. “Yeah, you get off on getting me off… I know.”
Zeke leant right over the bar. “Kiss.” he demanded. Casey met his lips half way. “Bout time.” he smirked.
Casey’s blushed deepened. He got himself together. “So before… what was up?”
Zeke raised his eyebrows. Fuck, he was cute when he was confused.
“With the mood.” Casey added.
“I wasn’t in a mood… Yeah ok… I was just tired and achy from the couch.” He smiled a patronising smile. “But I’m all better now.”
“You must still be tired.”
“Yeah,” he admitted, “I’m fucked.”
Casey grinned. “Wanna go lie down for a bit?”
Zeke’s smile hitched to a smirk, then spread to a grin. “I just got out of the shower and you wanna mucky me up again?”
Casey winked. “That’s the plan.”
Part 2
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