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~*Happy Birthday, romeny!
*clinks glasses full of strawberry daiquiris*! I love you, baby! You just go on and have yourself a fun-filled day, or else! Here's something to help you along!
*squish*!
Title: Casey's Secret
Pairing: C/Z?
Rating: Light NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Zeke's asked to fulfill an odd request.
If there was one person who needed to find work in commercials, it was Casey; not just any commercials, however. He was a good-looking kid with stupid-big blue eyes, but that's not what would get him the job. The TV in Zeke's head rambled as he watched the boy approach...
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“Oh, my achy, stuffy head!”
Peeling potatoes can be a drag! All that work, the cuts, and mess!... anything that fit the pouty, sad and confused expressions that Casey may as well have surgically attached to his face, making the misery permanent. Granted, he had reasons for it, but...
“H-Hey.”
Zeke snapped out of his reverie and looked to Casey, who was standing two feet away from his opened trunk. “Um... hey back, Connor,” Zeke muttered. Since when did this kid bother talking to him?
“I'm wondering if you sell... well, I've heard you sell it, it's just...” Casey made his usual stammer as he spoke, eyes darting all over the place. He let it all go with a sigh then said, “I'm in a jam, is what I'm saying.”
“That's the main reason I do this shit, yea,” Zeke said with a note of amusement. “Almost nothing I can't fix. Which test did you not study for?”
Casey frowned. “Huh?”
“I got four copies of today's test-answers in four different subjects; which teacher do you got?” Zeke asked. “Brummel, Tate, Marsh or Steiner?”
“Um... no, I studied. I always study,” Casey said.
“I know, but-never know, we all fuck up sometimes. Hot date?”
“Huh?”
“Condoms, lube, porn vids, Viagra?” Zeke said, waving to the crate in the back. When all he got was a dry look from the kid, he sighed heavily. “Ohhh-kay, didn't get much sleep? NEED sleep tonight? Anxiety-attacking, pain--”
“I'm not here for illegal substances or swiped prescriptions, I got a thing against that. A BIG thing. But I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said,” Casey interrupted. Zeke raised his eyebrows and gave Casey a look.
“Says the kid who's come to peruse my wares when he knows what most of them are,” Zeke said.
“You sell other shit. Fuck's sake, when someone forgot to bring number-two pencils for a test, they go to you-I heard you even sell tampons when the machines in the girls'-rooms are broken,” Casey said.
“Well, yea. That brings in some serious cash sometimes,” Zeke replied, smirking.
“Yea, that's-why I'm here.”
Zeke eyed the boy, his smirk growing. “Forgot your pencil, or Mother Nature's making an early, unexpected visit?”
“No!” Casey replied in a blurt. “Jesus!”
“Jesus, kidding. Just tell me what you need.” Zeke stood from his leaning position, turned and brought a few boxes from the back to the front. “Ibuprofen? Greeting cards? Magazines?”
“No, not-wait. Greeting cards?”
Zeke shot a look over his shoulder to the boy. “When guys forget some stupid one-month dating anniversary, I'm a life-saver,” he said, showing off the 'For My Sweetheart' card to prove it. This elicited a rare, small grin from Casey.
“Weird. No, it's something I don't want running around school. It's nothing big, just... embarrassing,” Casey said. He paused to take a deep breath and strand straighter before saying, “Gabe and his fuck-buddies broke into my gym locker while I was in the showers. Again. They stole all my freakin' clothes and won't tell me where they put 'em. But they didn't touch my backpack-they learned their lesson after stealing my CD-player last year. Thankfully, I keep an 'emergency kit' of clothes in there, for when they pull this shit. But... but I forgot one stupid thing.”
“What?”
With what looked to be with great determination and a burst of bravery, Casey leaned in and with a firm look asked, “You sell underwear, right?”
To say Zeke was stunned, gobsmacked, was an understatement. “Wh-What?”
“I heard you sold that stuff. I got ten bucks on me, so--” Casey went to continue, but was stopped by Zeke's hooting laughter. The boy hopped a little in surprise then frowned hard. “What? You DO, don't you??”
“Oh my g-god, sweet mother of...” Zeke managed to say past the heavy laughing. He even needed to run the sleeve of his shirt over his eyes to dry the tears of hilarity. “What, 'going commando' isn't your thing?”
“Shut UP! I don't like it, no, what's wrong with that? Not my fault ninety-eight percent of this school thinks it's funny to make my life hell every day!” Casey retorted with a mix of anger and about-to-cry. “So fine, maybe you DON'T sell that shit, I'll motor.”
Before Casey could storm off, Zeke stopped laughing and held up a hand. “No, no, I DO sell it,” he said. “Sorry, j-just... c'mon, admit it. Something would've been wrong with me if I didn't laugh.”
“Yea. Yea, being kind and understanding, maybe even empathetic isn't 'you',” Casey said, still angry.
Zeke sighed away any remaining giggles, reached behind him to a box and pulled it to the front. “Go ahead. See if you find anything you like.”
Though Casey looked reluctant to trust him, he swallowed, stepped back to the trunk and lifted the cardboard flaps to look inside. Perhaps this, in and of itself, was crueler than the taunting, but again, Zeke couldn't help it. Zeke lit a cigarette at the same time Casey said, “This is all girl's... stuff.”
“You asked if I sold underwear, and I do.”
“You KNOW what I-Zeke!”
“What, do you think I ransack Wal-Mart's menswear department? No. These usually go WITH the stupid greeting cards and sexual-aids,” Zeke replied. “There's the rare brave girl that wants to 'surprise' her boyfriend under the bleachers at lunch, but... yea.”
“Yea, I get it. You're fucking with me again. Thanks,” Casey said in a growl.
“A little. C'mon, find the humor in this, will ya?”
“Look. I just-don't like 'hangin' loose', if that's okay with you. I figured you could help me out, you can't, end of story.”
“God, Case...” Zeke shook his head slowly as he puffed away and returned to leaning on the GTO. “...Maybe if you DID free yourself up a little, even in just that department, you'd get less shit around here. Loosen. Up.”
“Yea? I should chill out, huh? 'Live life on the razor's edge' every now and again? Fine.”
A small frown tickled Zeke's face as he watched the boy return to the box of 'intimates'. “What... are you doing?”
“Putting a little danger in my schedule,” Casey said while digging around. He had a snarl curling his nose up, the determined expression returning. After another few moments, he pulled out a pair; the pink-silk number, not too skanky but not too shy. He held it up for Zeke to see; the lace-edging with small fabric rosettes dotting it really WAS pretty. It'd been one of Zeke's favorites, this purchase. “How much?”
Was Zeke supposed to say something? His mouth felt horribly dry as it all sank in... 'Casey is buying girl's lingerie, he's going to wear it...' he thought in a rush.
“How. Fucking. Much?”
“Uhh...” Zeke coughed into his hand. “What if you get one of Gabe's famous pants'ing, you KNOW he's all about that--”
“So I turn him on and make him question his sexuality. Cos' if he DOES pull that shit, literally, I'm gonna give him the sweetest, sexiest smile I can conjure up,” Casey said. “That's the plan. So how the fuck much?”
Most of the items in this 'special box' were expensive, bought at Victoria's Secret and other fine boutiques. When a pair cost him more than seven dollars, he charged double. This pink-pretty had been a whole eight-dollars... so sixteen. Casey only had ten, however, and two-dollar profits weren't much. But as Zeke stood there, staring at Herrington High's shyest, most scared-rabbit-geek holding the gorgeous, pink, pretty... “Five,” he blurted. Everything in Zeke's world suddenly depended on Casey handing over the money, stomping back into school and straight into a bathroom stall. Fuck profit...
“Deal,” Casey said. He dug out the two fives he had and thrust one at Zeke. With a nod, Zeke took it and glanced back to the sale he'd made. It was quickly shoved into Casey's other pocket; all insecurity fled from his face now. “If you even think of telling everyone at school about this, I'll say it was you approaching me, and that you asked if you could get a peek at me IN them. Got it?”
Zeke scoffed, even if he felt a swelling between his legs as a reaction. “Who'd believe you, Casey?”
“You're just as hated around here as I am; no one likes loners, either,” Casey retorted with a snide smile. “So. This is our little secret. We clear?”
“Crystal.”
The boy nodded slowly, turned and began walking away. His gait was slow, nonchalant; Zeke stared at his departing form, eyes unwittingly dropping down a few times to stare at Casey's small, cute behind. It couldn't be helped, and like hell Zeke denied himself the occasional taboo-thrill no matter where it came from. Guys had themselves some 'sexy' that appealed to Zeke from time-to-time... not that Casey had ever captured his interest before. But that was then-this was now.
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The last commercial playing in Zeke's head, he'd made up; the idea of Casey, lying on Zeke's bed in just the pink-pretty, matching lipstick and eyeshadow, blush... no way was Zeke finishing-out the day here in school with the blistering-hot hard-on he was now carrying. There needed to be a Casey's Secret at the mall, right next to the Victoria-variety, right next to a daring department store's new makeup section... today was going to be interesting, especially since Zeke doubted he'd do anything for himself through solo-action. If he couldn't self-satisfy, he'd be coming back here at one-fifty to see if Casey wanted a drive to Zeke's place.
*clinks glasses full of strawberry daiquiris*! I love you, baby! You just go on and have yourself a fun-filled day, or else! Here's something to help you along!
*squish*!
Title: Casey's Secret
Pairing: C/Z?
Rating: Light NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Zeke's asked to fulfill an odd request.
If there was one person who needed to find work in commercials, it was Casey; not just any commercials, however. He was a good-looking kid with stupid-big blue eyes, but that's not what would get him the job. The TV in Zeke's head rambled as he watched the boy approach...
Feeling constipated?
Suffering from depression? Ask your doctor about the new...
“Oh, my achy, stuffy head!”
Peeling potatoes can be a drag! All that work, the cuts, and mess!... anything that fit the pouty, sad and confused expressions that Casey may as well have surgically attached to his face, making the misery permanent. Granted, he had reasons for it, but...
“H-Hey.”
Zeke snapped out of his reverie and looked to Casey, who was standing two feet away from his opened trunk. “Um... hey back, Connor,” Zeke muttered. Since when did this kid bother talking to him?
“I'm wondering if you sell... well, I've heard you sell it, it's just...” Casey made his usual stammer as he spoke, eyes darting all over the place. He let it all go with a sigh then said, “I'm in a jam, is what I'm saying.”
“That's the main reason I do this shit, yea,” Zeke said with a note of amusement. “Almost nothing I can't fix. Which test did you not study for?”
Casey frowned. “Huh?”
“I got four copies of today's test-answers in four different subjects; which teacher do you got?” Zeke asked. “Brummel, Tate, Marsh or Steiner?”
“Um... no, I studied. I always study,” Casey said.
“I know, but-never know, we all fuck up sometimes. Hot date?”
“Huh?”
“Condoms, lube, porn vids, Viagra?” Zeke said, waving to the crate in the back. When all he got was a dry look from the kid, he sighed heavily. “Ohhh-kay, didn't get much sleep? NEED sleep tonight? Anxiety-attacking, pain--”
“I'm not here for illegal substances or swiped prescriptions, I got a thing against that. A BIG thing. But I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said,” Casey interrupted. Zeke raised his eyebrows and gave Casey a look.
“Says the kid who's come to peruse my wares when he knows what most of them are,” Zeke said.
“You sell other shit. Fuck's sake, when someone forgot to bring number-two pencils for a test, they go to you-I heard you even sell tampons when the machines in the girls'-rooms are broken,” Casey said.
“Well, yea. That brings in some serious cash sometimes,” Zeke replied, smirking.
“Yea, that's-why I'm here.”
Zeke eyed the boy, his smirk growing. “Forgot your pencil, or Mother Nature's making an early, unexpected visit?”
“No!” Casey replied in a blurt. “Jesus!”
“Jesus, kidding. Just tell me what you need.” Zeke stood from his leaning position, turned and brought a few boxes from the back to the front. “Ibuprofen? Greeting cards? Magazines?”
“No, not-wait. Greeting cards?”
Zeke shot a look over his shoulder to the boy. “When guys forget some stupid one-month dating anniversary, I'm a life-saver,” he said, showing off the 'For My Sweetheart' card to prove it. This elicited a rare, small grin from Casey.
“Weird. No, it's something I don't want running around school. It's nothing big, just... embarrassing,” Casey said. He paused to take a deep breath and strand straighter before saying, “Gabe and his fuck-buddies broke into my gym locker while I was in the showers. Again. They stole all my freakin' clothes and won't tell me where they put 'em. But they didn't touch my backpack-they learned their lesson after stealing my CD-player last year. Thankfully, I keep an 'emergency kit' of clothes in there, for when they pull this shit. But... but I forgot one stupid thing.”
“What?”
With what looked to be with great determination and a burst of bravery, Casey leaned in and with a firm look asked, “You sell underwear, right?”
To say Zeke was stunned, gobsmacked, was an understatement. “Wh-What?”
“I heard you sold that stuff. I got ten bucks on me, so--” Casey went to continue, but was stopped by Zeke's hooting laughter. The boy hopped a little in surprise then frowned hard. “What? You DO, don't you??”
“Oh my g-god, sweet mother of...” Zeke managed to say past the heavy laughing. He even needed to run the sleeve of his shirt over his eyes to dry the tears of hilarity. “What, 'going commando' isn't your thing?”
“Shut UP! I don't like it, no, what's wrong with that? Not my fault ninety-eight percent of this school thinks it's funny to make my life hell every day!” Casey retorted with a mix of anger and about-to-cry. “So fine, maybe you DON'T sell that shit, I'll motor.”
Before Casey could storm off, Zeke stopped laughing and held up a hand. “No, no, I DO sell it,” he said. “Sorry, j-just... c'mon, admit it. Something would've been wrong with me if I didn't laugh.”
“Yea. Yea, being kind and understanding, maybe even empathetic isn't 'you',” Casey said, still angry.
Zeke sighed away any remaining giggles, reached behind him to a box and pulled it to the front. “Go ahead. See if you find anything you like.”
Though Casey looked reluctant to trust him, he swallowed, stepped back to the trunk and lifted the cardboard flaps to look inside. Perhaps this, in and of itself, was crueler than the taunting, but again, Zeke couldn't help it. Zeke lit a cigarette at the same time Casey said, “This is all girl's... stuff.”
“You asked if I sold underwear, and I do.”
“You KNOW what I-Zeke!”
“What, do you think I ransack Wal-Mart's menswear department? No. These usually go WITH the stupid greeting cards and sexual-aids,” Zeke replied. “There's the rare brave girl that wants to 'surprise' her boyfriend under the bleachers at lunch, but... yea.”
“Yea, I get it. You're fucking with me again. Thanks,” Casey said in a growl.
“A little. C'mon, find the humor in this, will ya?”
“Look. I just-don't like 'hangin' loose', if that's okay with you. I figured you could help me out, you can't, end of story.”
“God, Case...” Zeke shook his head slowly as he puffed away and returned to leaning on the GTO. “...Maybe if you DID free yourself up a little, even in just that department, you'd get less shit around here. Loosen. Up.”
“Yea? I should chill out, huh? 'Live life on the razor's edge' every now and again? Fine.”
A small frown tickled Zeke's face as he watched the boy return to the box of 'intimates'. “What... are you doing?”
“Putting a little danger in my schedule,” Casey said while digging around. He had a snarl curling his nose up, the determined expression returning. After another few moments, he pulled out a pair; the pink-silk number, not too skanky but not too shy. He held it up for Zeke to see; the lace-edging with small fabric rosettes dotting it really WAS pretty. It'd been one of Zeke's favorites, this purchase. “How much?”
Was Zeke supposed to say something? His mouth felt horribly dry as it all sank in... 'Casey is buying girl's lingerie, he's going to wear it...' he thought in a rush.
“How. Fucking. Much?”
“Uhh...” Zeke coughed into his hand. “What if you get one of Gabe's famous pants'ing, you KNOW he's all about that--”
“So I turn him on and make him question his sexuality. Cos' if he DOES pull that shit, literally, I'm gonna give him the sweetest, sexiest smile I can conjure up,” Casey said. “That's the plan. So how the fuck much?”
Most of the items in this 'special box' were expensive, bought at Victoria's Secret and other fine boutiques. When a pair cost him more than seven dollars, he charged double. This pink-pretty had been a whole eight-dollars... so sixteen. Casey only had ten, however, and two-dollar profits weren't much. But as Zeke stood there, staring at Herrington High's shyest, most scared-rabbit-geek holding the gorgeous, pink, pretty... “Five,” he blurted. Everything in Zeke's world suddenly depended on Casey handing over the money, stomping back into school and straight into a bathroom stall. Fuck profit...
“Deal,” Casey said. He dug out the two fives he had and thrust one at Zeke. With a nod, Zeke took it and glanced back to the sale he'd made. It was quickly shoved into Casey's other pocket; all insecurity fled from his face now. “If you even think of telling everyone at school about this, I'll say it was you approaching me, and that you asked if you could get a peek at me IN them. Got it?”
Zeke scoffed, even if he felt a swelling between his legs as a reaction. “Who'd believe you, Casey?”
“You're just as hated around here as I am; no one likes loners, either,” Casey retorted with a snide smile. “So. This is our little secret. We clear?”
“Crystal.”
The boy nodded slowly, turned and began walking away. His gait was slow, nonchalant; Zeke stared at his departing form, eyes unwittingly dropping down a few times to stare at Casey's small, cute behind. It couldn't be helped, and like hell Zeke denied himself the occasional taboo-thrill no matter where it came from. Guys had themselves some 'sexy' that appealed to Zeke from time-to-time... not that Casey had ever captured his interest before. But that was then-this was now.
It's late, and you're lonely... give me a call for just ninety-nine cents per minute...
Next on Cinemax, our late-night, sweet-and-sinful feature about a boy who...
'Pretty Boy', the new makeup-line for the 'XY' crowd at JC Penney's is here...
The last commercial playing in Zeke's head, he'd made up; the idea of Casey, lying on Zeke's bed in just the pink-pretty, matching lipstick and eyeshadow, blush... no way was Zeke finishing-out the day here in school with the blistering-hot hard-on he was now carrying. There needed to be a Casey's Secret at the mall, right next to the Victoria-variety, right next to a daring department store's new makeup section... today was going to be interesting, especially since Zeke doubted he'd do anything for himself through solo-action. If he couldn't self-satisfy, he'd be coming back here at one-fifty to see if Casey wanted a drive to Zeke's place.