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This one's for idiosyncratic, for being a generous, sweet gal for ALREADY putting up the fics I've sent so far. Girrrl, you rock me. Please enjoy! :D
Title: Dessert First
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: Light NC-17
Synopsis: Just a silly tale, involving hungry lads. Some slight 'ew!', but not really. ;)
It's almost as if the doors to 'Lynn's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet' groan in protest and agony every time Zeke pushes it open, letting he and Casey inside. They even set off alarms to the people working, who know the two of them by now. Casey and Zeke's usual table is close to the long counters full of food; they're tempted to buy the booth, making sure it's theirs each time. So far, they've been lucky, and it's empty whenever they come.
The waitress comes by to take drink orders, and it's the same every time--no menus or decisions. Just two boys saying 'thank you', getting up again and racing to the nirvana of the buffet.
There would always be a strange, tense feel in the car on the way here. Zeke was too fond of the crab's legs, but so was everyone else in town. His knuckles would be white on the wheel, anxious and ready to pile them on his plate. Today, they've filled two trays to the brim with them, and he doesn't care if he looks greedy. He takes an uncountable amount and moves on. There isn't enough lo mein in the world for him, so he fills the other side of the plate with the chicken kind... and moves on. He always carries two plates.
Meanwhile, Casey is at the dessert aisle first. His parents aren't here to make sure he eats his vegetables before sweet stuff, so he takes great pleasure in loading HIS plate with sweet buns, Jell-o with whipped cream, almond cookies, chocolate pudding and little squares of yellow cake. He always finishes first, so he heads back to the table to chow before Zeke.
When Zeke returns, his arms look strained and white in holding his meal.. meals, really, seeing as the two plates could feed a village. He never saves the best for last; while Casey doesn't wait for his dessert, Zeke doesn't bother with anything but the crab's legs for the first five to ten minutes, depending on how many he's acquired. He got lucky tonight, so it's all cracking an slurping, his fingers going red by the second leg. Casey talks with his mouth full of cake, and no one cares. Zeke can barely hear him over his attack on seafood, anyway.
There are only two things they get picky about. Zeke can always tell if the lo mein is a little old, and picks out noodles that feel dry to him. Casey snarls a little if the Jell-o isn't as buoyant as he likes it, sometimes getting up to replace it. It's all routine, but tonight, things are perfect. There's no pause in sating their hunger. Soon enough, Zeke's slurping down his last noodle and Casey's pudding cup is clean, and they're at it again.
It's Casey's turn to take two plates, and nothing could pull him away from the lure of beef teriyaki. It's like a siren's call to him, and before anyone knows it, half of his largest plate is full. Fried foods are next on the list, and anything goes; chicken, fish, and French fries are his favorites. There's plenty tonight, and he doesn't give a shit about anyone else here. Not when there's food to be shoved into his belly.
Zeke's second round involves the salad bar. Contrary to stereotype, Zeke's a guy who can't live without fresh greens and the trimmings. He takes it pretty simple; the base of lettuce, tomatoes and carrot shavings, then perhaps a hard-boiled egg. Some dressing and those awesome, crunchy Asian style noodles on the top. He lines it with chopped ham and bacon bits, grabs a few sweet rolls then goes back to sit down.
They know they're being gluttonous. They balance it by sticking a ten or a twenty into the 'Feed the Children' jars they keep here, hoping that it will, in fact, feed a kid something other than rice and water. They've talked about how they'd simply die without a cold glass of cola per day, or being able to stop off at McDonald's for a cheeseburger whenever they want. "It's best to enjoy what we have, Case," Zeke had said one night, right after almost choking himself to death on a whole won-ton he'd tried swallowing without chewing.
The waitress comes back and back again, their cups of soda getting refilled each time. Sometimes, Casey begs for water as he wants to keep eating, but fuck, he feels so damned heavy. He always take a slice of lemon in it, and eats that, too.
Zeke switches from cola to coffee halfway through. He gets pretty damned tired as well, and like hell if he's coming here to fall asleep before dessert. When the main meal is over, that's where he goes--and Casey follows, enjoying the TWO-dessert meals he always gets.
That way, they both leave with extra energy and sweetened mouths. When they are finally finished, they shuffle out of their booth and waddle out. It's all groaning and comments like "I think I ate too much" and "I did NOT eat seven sweet rolls... did I?", or plain old belching. Sometimes, they go 'all-out-guy' and have farting contests on the way home. Their after-dinner cigarettes cover it up, but they still try to outdo one another to the point where windows get opened wider.
It's all for a good cause. Getting back to Zeke's, the listless, 'I ate too much' feel is gone already, and the energy is maddening. Sometimes, Casey isn't as bendy as he usually is, but he can swallow Zeke's cock down easier and more. Zeke acts like he's still fucking hungry, biting down Casey's arms, chest and belly, nipping hard enough to make Casey cry out. They fuck like the world's about to end, until finally, their meal's effects wear off and they're left panting, wheezing, and passing out.
The only thing they ever, ever fight over the next day is the bathroom.
Title: Dessert First
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: Light NC-17
Synopsis: Just a silly tale, involving hungry lads. Some slight 'ew!', but not really. ;)
It's almost as if the doors to 'Lynn's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet' groan in protest and agony every time Zeke pushes it open, letting he and Casey inside. They even set off alarms to the people working, who know the two of them by now. Casey and Zeke's usual table is close to the long counters full of food; they're tempted to buy the booth, making sure it's theirs each time. So far, they've been lucky, and it's empty whenever they come.
The waitress comes by to take drink orders, and it's the same every time--no menus or decisions. Just two boys saying 'thank you', getting up again and racing to the nirvana of the buffet.
There would always be a strange, tense feel in the car on the way here. Zeke was too fond of the crab's legs, but so was everyone else in town. His knuckles would be white on the wheel, anxious and ready to pile them on his plate. Today, they've filled two trays to the brim with them, and he doesn't care if he looks greedy. He takes an uncountable amount and moves on. There isn't enough lo mein in the world for him, so he fills the other side of the plate with the chicken kind... and moves on. He always carries two plates.
Meanwhile, Casey is at the dessert aisle first. His parents aren't here to make sure he eats his vegetables before sweet stuff, so he takes great pleasure in loading HIS plate with sweet buns, Jell-o with whipped cream, almond cookies, chocolate pudding and little squares of yellow cake. He always finishes first, so he heads back to the table to chow before Zeke.
When Zeke returns, his arms look strained and white in holding his meal.. meals, really, seeing as the two plates could feed a village. He never saves the best for last; while Casey doesn't wait for his dessert, Zeke doesn't bother with anything but the crab's legs for the first five to ten minutes, depending on how many he's acquired. He got lucky tonight, so it's all cracking an slurping, his fingers going red by the second leg. Casey talks with his mouth full of cake, and no one cares. Zeke can barely hear him over his attack on seafood, anyway.
There are only two things they get picky about. Zeke can always tell if the lo mein is a little old, and picks out noodles that feel dry to him. Casey snarls a little if the Jell-o isn't as buoyant as he likes it, sometimes getting up to replace it. It's all routine, but tonight, things are perfect. There's no pause in sating their hunger. Soon enough, Zeke's slurping down his last noodle and Casey's pudding cup is clean, and they're at it again.
It's Casey's turn to take two plates, and nothing could pull him away from the lure of beef teriyaki. It's like a siren's call to him, and before anyone knows it, half of his largest plate is full. Fried foods are next on the list, and anything goes; chicken, fish, and French fries are his favorites. There's plenty tonight, and he doesn't give a shit about anyone else here. Not when there's food to be shoved into his belly.
Zeke's second round involves the salad bar. Contrary to stereotype, Zeke's a guy who can't live without fresh greens and the trimmings. He takes it pretty simple; the base of lettuce, tomatoes and carrot shavings, then perhaps a hard-boiled egg. Some dressing and those awesome, crunchy Asian style noodles on the top. He lines it with chopped ham and bacon bits, grabs a few sweet rolls then goes back to sit down.
They know they're being gluttonous. They balance it by sticking a ten or a twenty into the 'Feed the Children' jars they keep here, hoping that it will, in fact, feed a kid something other than rice and water. They've talked about how they'd simply die without a cold glass of cola per day, or being able to stop off at McDonald's for a cheeseburger whenever they want. "It's best to enjoy what we have, Case," Zeke had said one night, right after almost choking himself to death on a whole won-ton he'd tried swallowing without chewing.
The waitress comes back and back again, their cups of soda getting refilled each time. Sometimes, Casey begs for water as he wants to keep eating, but fuck, he feels so damned heavy. He always take a slice of lemon in it, and eats that, too.
Zeke switches from cola to coffee halfway through. He gets pretty damned tired as well, and like hell if he's coming here to fall asleep before dessert. When the main meal is over, that's where he goes--and Casey follows, enjoying the TWO-dessert meals he always gets.
That way, they both leave with extra energy and sweetened mouths. When they are finally finished, they shuffle out of their booth and waddle out. It's all groaning and comments like "I think I ate too much" and "I did NOT eat seven sweet rolls... did I?", or plain old belching. Sometimes, they go 'all-out-guy' and have farting contests on the way home. Their after-dinner cigarettes cover it up, but they still try to outdo one another to the point where windows get opened wider.
It's all for a good cause. Getting back to Zeke's, the listless, 'I ate too much' feel is gone already, and the energy is maddening. Sometimes, Casey isn't as bendy as he usually is, but he can swallow Zeke's cock down easier and more. Zeke acts like he's still fucking hungry, biting down Casey's arms, chest and belly, nipping hard enough to make Casey cry out. They fuck like the world's about to end, until finally, their meal's effects wear off and they're left panting, wheezing, and passing out.
The only thing they ever, ever fight over the next day is the bathroom.