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This here's a quick and pretty pressie for addie71... happy 25th Anniversary, baby!!
Title: Picture Present
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey had to come up with SOME-thing.
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon,” Casey said as he moved the tongs around in the tray, as if that would help develop his photos faster. Any minute now, Delilah would be here to demand the pictures for Monday's edition; those ones had been done first. He was more concerned with her seeing what his next project was, what he was desperately trying to finish before the bell rang.
Br-r-r-ing! “Fuck!” he nearly yelled as finally, the second-to-last photo began coming into view. Just one more... good god, he was an idiot. But it wasn't HIS fault that his boyfriend had decided to be a complete and total romantic sap out of nowhere. Casey waited through the next few excruciating seconds before the photo was ready; when it was, he brought the glossy ten-by-eight over to the line and hung it up. Backwards, so nobody could see. He jumped back to get the last picture into the tray.
As if the Gods of Luck had finally decided to cut him some slack, he finished everything and was able to dry the finished product before Delilah showed. With the paper's photos tucked into a manilla envelope, he got another and put his pictures into it. A grin shook onto his face, feeling triumphant instead of the raging panic that had coursed through him since that morning. Now came the clean-up process, which he did with a cheery whistle.
Just as he'd dumped the old developer in the sink and washed the last tray, a knock came at the door and Delilah stepped in. “'K, we good?” she said, rushing over to the table.
“Yea... just in time.” Casey wiped his hands with a cloth, went over to the table and plucked the folder marked '4/30 Edition'. He handed it to the girl, who made a rare smile.
“Thanks, Case. And sorry this got dumped on you at the last minute.”
“No big.”
“I guess Carly thinks she's the shit, having gotten the scholarship already. Now she'll be a lazy bitch, not having to prove fuck-all to get college-cash,” Delilah said, rolling her eyes.
“Like I said, it wasn't a big deal,” Casey replied. He slung his bookbag over his shoulder and surreptitiously took his own folder. Delilah didn't seem to notice as they both walked out together.
“The buses all just pulled out. If you need a ride, you can wait with me, I won't be long,” she said.
“No, Zeke's waiting for me in the lot,” Casey told her. “But thanks.”
Though no one knew of Casey and Zeke's true relationship, Delilah made a strange, knowing smirk. “Ah.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said. Now at the door of the paper's office, she tipped the envelope his way, said, “See ya,” and left him to leave the school by himself.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped him now. He trotted down the steps and onto the main walkway. He lifted the envelope up and grinned, knowing his face was red. Zeke was sure to drop his jaw, rush them to their weekend-excursion and tear Casey's clothes off after seeing what Casey had come up with as a last-minute, oh fuck, how could I forget?? anniversary present. He wasn't the most daring person in the world, but after being with the guy for six months-to the day-he was willing to do something risque, he supposed.
Now in the lot, he looked up, smiled and waved to the idling GTO. Zeke, in the driver's seat, waved back. Casey took the last few yards in a jog, got to the passenger side and took his seat on hot leather. “Hey, babe,” he said.
“Hey back. Ready?”
Casey's smile went wide. A weekend in a rented cabin on the beach in Lake Erie had been HIS anniversary surprise-hells yes, he was ready. “Let's motor.”
Zeke chuckled, put his hand on the shift but paused when he saw the envelope in Casey's lap. “What's that?” he asked.
“Oh... YOUR present,” Casey said.
“Yea?” Zeke reached to it with a quirky grin, but Casey slapped his hand on it.
“Not here.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow and rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Now what... could 'not here' mean? Not... in a public place?”
Casey's cheeks felt like they were on fire... BOTH sets. “Be patient.”
“Mmm.” Zeke hummed and looked around. “There's no one around. And you should know by now that I have an impulse-control issue.”
“Yea, I do. But--”
“C'mon, Casey. I'll be your best friend?”
How could Casey deny this beautiful young man, especially with the 'come hither' look he'd put on? Giving a sly smile back, Casey slipped the envelope to him and sunk into his seat, beautifully self-conscious and dying of anticipation. With a satisfied look, Zeke settled in, flicked the metal clasps open and reached inside.
Casey hunched his shoulders up and sucked in his smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and tingling excitement. He really had been a daring devil, hadn't he? Zeke wasn't saying a word; Casey stole a quick glance, seeing him stare at the first photo with a blank expression. He was THAT shocked.
“Uh. Yea, cool... I guess?”
'Cool'? “You guess?” Casey echoed.
“I like nature shots as much as the next guy... well...”
This was too weird. Maybe Casey HAD gone 'au natural' in a big way, but Zeke's dick should've been tearing the front of jeans apart-if he'd meant it when he'd told Casey, “I gotta switch schools-every time I see you in the halls or class, I wanna fuck the shit outta you. It's turning into a big problem,” the other night, anyway. Sighing, Casey threw his head back and looked to him. “For real, Zeke? I thought you'd be a LITTLE more... exci... ted...” his voice went down to a whisper when he caught sight of what picture was laying against the wheel.
“Okay; yea, I like it, it IS pretty--”
“No.” Casey snatched the pictures and stared at it. 'Spring's DEFINITELY here!' was going to be the paper's title, and Casey had taken the appropriate pictures. The row of numerous crocuses peeking out from the dirt at the front of school in an artsy-angle; Casey had taken this one by laying on the ground to get the flowers, walkway and front door. His heartbeat began pounding harder and faster as he grabbed the envelope and stack of photos: a super close-up of the robins gathered on the school's front lawn, Coach Willis and the baseball team on the bleachers, best friends Missy Banks and Jess Thompson by Missy's top-down convertible wearing tank-tops, mini-skirts, sunglasses and bright smiles...
“I'm bi, yea... but I dunno why you'd give me photos of hot chicks...” Zeke said, but at Casey's, “OH FUCKING NO!” he jumped and his eyes went wide. “What? The fuck's wrong??”
“I... these aren't the pics! They're... this is the paper's pics--” Casey stopped dead and felt his stomach drop. “--ohhh my fucking god!!”
“What's going... oh wow.”
“What??”
Zeke nodded to the windshield. “Something's up with Del, I'd say.”
Casey whipped his head up to look; the swallow he made got stuck in his throat in seeing the girl stalking over in a fast, stomping stride, her face red and envelope in hand. Casey moved to get out of the car but she got to his opened window first and bent down quick. “If you really, really WANT me to publish porn in the paper, that can be fucking arranged,” she said in a low, growling tone. “I'd just have to ask Mr. Soto first.”
“I... I, I'm... I'm sorry!” Casey said in a halted stutter.
She looked to Zeke, who was holding the folder. “I'm sorry, Ezekiel, there seems to have been a mix-up. A mix-up of the most epic variety.” She presented him with the envelope, dropped it in his lap then turned back to Casey. “I believe those are mine?” she said, nodding to the paper's pictures he held.
“Y-Yea,” Casey mumbled. He took the empty envelope from Zeke, stuffed the photos into it and held it out to her, eyes averted. “I'll... owe you everything in my savings account if you didn't show... anyone.”
“I managed to shove 'em back before Soto and four other idiots running around saw. How much is IN that account? I'd love a trip to my favorite day-spa.”
Casey gnawed his lower lip. “About a grand, 'been saving up for a car--”
“Fuck's sake, shut up...” Delilah groaned, stood and shook her head as she looked between them. “Yea, I fucking knew it.”
Perhaps deciding that Casey had taken the verbal-flogging enough, the girl scoffed and stormed off, shaking her head and muttering. Silence reigned, besides the low murmur of the radio and engine's rumbling. After what seemed like forever, Zeke cleared his throat and said, “So... porn?”
“Just go.”
“Like I said, though-my impulse-control's a bitch--”
“Then chug some Ritalin, GO.”
~*~
“Delilah got wet with this one-I'd bet money.”
Casey made an angry sort of smirk around the rim of his beer bottle. “Shuddup.”
“No, I won't. God...” Zeke traced along Casey's bare hip... the black-and-white version. His fingertip lingered over Casey's opened jeans; his tongue ran along his lower lip with appreciation. “I wondered where the hell you'd gone at lunch and almost checked the bleachers. I would've found something real interesting, if I had...”
“I'd forgot, y'know.”
Zeke didn't look up from the next shot, consisting of a kneeling Casey, jeans pulled down to his knees, black briefs tented as he replied, “Forgot... mmm, what?”
“The whole anniversary shit,” Casey admitted. “When you ever fucking said 'We're celebrating to the hilt' and told me about this cabin-surprise-”
“Think I give a shit?” Zeke interrupted. He grunted and reached down to his groin; he gave it a tight squeeze and squirmed a little while shaking his head slowly. The next-to-last shot was pulled up and he made a low groan. “Aw, fuck me...”
Casey sighed and looked. “Hah... yea...”
“Is the next shot a cum-shot?” Zeke asked, obviously enjoying the sight of Casey stroking his cock and fondling a nipple, his lip being bit hard. Before Casey could reply, he flipped to the last and immediately cooed. “Aw.”
Smirking, Casey looked at the image. The placard reading 'Happy Anniversary, Zeke' held up in front of his naked chest and groin while he made the sweetest smile he could with his knees spread open beneath it HAD come out the best of them all. “Like I'd said... it was all a last-minute deal, and--”
Zeke tossed the pictures aside, climbed over Casey and held him down by the wrists. “You realize-that I'm gonna fuck you every-which-way for the next two days straight, right?”
Casey's chest hitched and his legs opened to cradle Zeke within them. “You liked your present, huh?”
“Mmm...” Zeke bent down to nuzzle Casey's neck then dragged his lips up to his ear. “Delilah had to change her Victoria Secret's when she got home, babe.”
“Fuck's sake...” Casey giggled but stopped with a gasp when Zeke nipped his earlobe.
“They SHOULD go in the paper. Something so fucking gorgeous like you needs to be shared with the world...”
Perhaps four and a half hours wasn't exactly forty-eight, but Casey had truly enjoyed the three orgasms within that time frame. They'd needed to stop so they could get a quick bite at the fish-and-chips place two doors down along the beach, anyway-then another four hours, ending with both of them too tired to worry over the many wet-spots they dropped-off upon.
Title: Picture Present
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey had to come up with SOME-thing.
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon,” Casey said as he moved the tongs around in the tray, as if that would help develop his photos faster. Any minute now, Delilah would be here to demand the pictures for Monday's edition; those ones had been done first. He was more concerned with her seeing what his next project was, what he was desperately trying to finish before the bell rang.
Br-r-r-ing! “Fuck!” he nearly yelled as finally, the second-to-last photo began coming into view. Just one more... good god, he was an idiot. But it wasn't HIS fault that his boyfriend had decided to be a complete and total romantic sap out of nowhere. Casey waited through the next few excruciating seconds before the photo was ready; when it was, he brought the glossy ten-by-eight over to the line and hung it up. Backwards, so nobody could see. He jumped back to get the last picture into the tray.
As if the Gods of Luck had finally decided to cut him some slack, he finished everything and was able to dry the finished product before Delilah showed. With the paper's photos tucked into a manilla envelope, he got another and put his pictures into it. A grin shook onto his face, feeling triumphant instead of the raging panic that had coursed through him since that morning. Now came the clean-up process, which he did with a cheery whistle.
Just as he'd dumped the old developer in the sink and washed the last tray, a knock came at the door and Delilah stepped in. “'K, we good?” she said, rushing over to the table.
“Yea... just in time.” Casey wiped his hands with a cloth, went over to the table and plucked the folder marked '4/30 Edition'. He handed it to the girl, who made a rare smile.
“Thanks, Case. And sorry this got dumped on you at the last minute.”
“No big.”
“I guess Carly thinks she's the shit, having gotten the scholarship already. Now she'll be a lazy bitch, not having to prove fuck-all to get college-cash,” Delilah said, rolling her eyes.
“Like I said, it wasn't a big deal,” Casey replied. He slung his bookbag over his shoulder and surreptitiously took his own folder. Delilah didn't seem to notice as they both walked out together.
“The buses all just pulled out. If you need a ride, you can wait with me, I won't be long,” she said.
“No, Zeke's waiting for me in the lot,” Casey told her. “But thanks.”
Though no one knew of Casey and Zeke's true relationship, Delilah made a strange, knowing smirk. “Ah.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said. Now at the door of the paper's office, she tipped the envelope his way, said, “See ya,” and left him to leave the school by himself.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped him now. He trotted down the steps and onto the main walkway. He lifted the envelope up and grinned, knowing his face was red. Zeke was sure to drop his jaw, rush them to their weekend-excursion and tear Casey's clothes off after seeing what Casey had come up with as a last-minute, oh fuck, how could I forget?? anniversary present. He wasn't the most daring person in the world, but after being with the guy for six months-to the day-he was willing to do something risque, he supposed.
Now in the lot, he looked up, smiled and waved to the idling GTO. Zeke, in the driver's seat, waved back. Casey took the last few yards in a jog, got to the passenger side and took his seat on hot leather. “Hey, babe,” he said.
“Hey back. Ready?”
Casey's smile went wide. A weekend in a rented cabin on the beach in Lake Erie had been HIS anniversary surprise-hells yes, he was ready. “Let's motor.”
Zeke chuckled, put his hand on the shift but paused when he saw the envelope in Casey's lap. “What's that?” he asked.
“Oh... YOUR present,” Casey said.
“Yea?” Zeke reached to it with a quirky grin, but Casey slapped his hand on it.
“Not here.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow and rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Now what... could 'not here' mean? Not... in a public place?”
Casey's cheeks felt like they were on fire... BOTH sets. “Be patient.”
“Mmm.” Zeke hummed and looked around. “There's no one around. And you should know by now that I have an impulse-control issue.”
“Yea, I do. But--”
“C'mon, Casey. I'll be your best friend?”
How could Casey deny this beautiful young man, especially with the 'come hither' look he'd put on? Giving a sly smile back, Casey slipped the envelope to him and sunk into his seat, beautifully self-conscious and dying of anticipation. With a satisfied look, Zeke settled in, flicked the metal clasps open and reached inside.
Casey hunched his shoulders up and sucked in his smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and tingling excitement. He really had been a daring devil, hadn't he? Zeke wasn't saying a word; Casey stole a quick glance, seeing him stare at the first photo with a blank expression. He was THAT shocked.
“Uh. Yea, cool... I guess?”
'Cool'? “You guess?” Casey echoed.
“I like nature shots as much as the next guy... well...”
This was too weird. Maybe Casey HAD gone 'au natural' in a big way, but Zeke's dick should've been tearing the front of jeans apart-if he'd meant it when he'd told Casey, “I gotta switch schools-every time I see you in the halls or class, I wanna fuck the shit outta you. It's turning into a big problem,” the other night, anyway. Sighing, Casey threw his head back and looked to him. “For real, Zeke? I thought you'd be a LITTLE more... exci... ted...” his voice went down to a whisper when he caught sight of what picture was laying against the wheel.
“Okay; yea, I like it, it IS pretty--”
“No.” Casey snatched the pictures and stared at it. 'Spring's DEFINITELY here!' was going to be the paper's title, and Casey had taken the appropriate pictures. The row of numerous crocuses peeking out from the dirt at the front of school in an artsy-angle; Casey had taken this one by laying on the ground to get the flowers, walkway and front door. His heartbeat began pounding harder and faster as he grabbed the envelope and stack of photos: a super close-up of the robins gathered on the school's front lawn, Coach Willis and the baseball team on the bleachers, best friends Missy Banks and Jess Thompson by Missy's top-down convertible wearing tank-tops, mini-skirts, sunglasses and bright smiles...
“I'm bi, yea... but I dunno why you'd give me photos of hot chicks...” Zeke said, but at Casey's, “OH FUCKING NO!” he jumped and his eyes went wide. “What? The fuck's wrong??”
“I... these aren't the pics! They're... this is the paper's pics--” Casey stopped dead and felt his stomach drop. “--ohhh my fucking god!!”
“What's going... oh wow.”
“What??”
Zeke nodded to the windshield. “Something's up with Del, I'd say.”
Casey whipped his head up to look; the swallow he made got stuck in his throat in seeing the girl stalking over in a fast, stomping stride, her face red and envelope in hand. Casey moved to get out of the car but she got to his opened window first and bent down quick. “If you really, really WANT me to publish porn in the paper, that can be fucking arranged,” she said in a low, growling tone. “I'd just have to ask Mr. Soto first.”
“I... I, I'm... I'm sorry!” Casey said in a halted stutter.
She looked to Zeke, who was holding the folder. “I'm sorry, Ezekiel, there seems to have been a mix-up. A mix-up of the most epic variety.” She presented him with the envelope, dropped it in his lap then turned back to Casey. “I believe those are mine?” she said, nodding to the paper's pictures he held.
“Y-Yea,” Casey mumbled. He took the empty envelope from Zeke, stuffed the photos into it and held it out to her, eyes averted. “I'll... owe you everything in my savings account if you didn't show... anyone.”
“I managed to shove 'em back before Soto and four other idiots running around saw. How much is IN that account? I'd love a trip to my favorite day-spa.”
Casey gnawed his lower lip. “About a grand, 'been saving up for a car--”
“Fuck's sake, shut up...” Delilah groaned, stood and shook her head as she looked between them. “Yea, I fucking knew it.”
Perhaps deciding that Casey had taken the verbal-flogging enough, the girl scoffed and stormed off, shaking her head and muttering. Silence reigned, besides the low murmur of the radio and engine's rumbling. After what seemed like forever, Zeke cleared his throat and said, “So... porn?”
“Just go.”
“Like I said, though-my impulse-control's a bitch--”
“Then chug some Ritalin, GO.”
~*~
“Delilah got wet with this one-I'd bet money.”
Casey made an angry sort of smirk around the rim of his beer bottle. “Shuddup.”
“No, I won't. God...” Zeke traced along Casey's bare hip... the black-and-white version. His fingertip lingered over Casey's opened jeans; his tongue ran along his lower lip with appreciation. “I wondered where the hell you'd gone at lunch and almost checked the bleachers. I would've found something real interesting, if I had...”
“I'd forgot, y'know.”
Zeke didn't look up from the next shot, consisting of a kneeling Casey, jeans pulled down to his knees, black briefs tented as he replied, “Forgot... mmm, what?”
“The whole anniversary shit,” Casey admitted. “When you ever fucking said 'We're celebrating to the hilt' and told me about this cabin-surprise-”
“Think I give a shit?” Zeke interrupted. He grunted and reached down to his groin; he gave it a tight squeeze and squirmed a little while shaking his head slowly. The next-to-last shot was pulled up and he made a low groan. “Aw, fuck me...”
Casey sighed and looked. “Hah... yea...”
“Is the next shot a cum-shot?” Zeke asked, obviously enjoying the sight of Casey stroking his cock and fondling a nipple, his lip being bit hard. Before Casey could reply, he flipped to the last and immediately cooed. “Aw.”
Smirking, Casey looked at the image. The placard reading 'Happy Anniversary, Zeke' held up in front of his naked chest and groin while he made the sweetest smile he could with his knees spread open beneath it HAD come out the best of them all. “Like I'd said... it was all a last-minute deal, and--”
Zeke tossed the pictures aside, climbed over Casey and held him down by the wrists. “You realize-that I'm gonna fuck you every-which-way for the next two days straight, right?”
Casey's chest hitched and his legs opened to cradle Zeke within them. “You liked your present, huh?”
“Mmm...” Zeke bent down to nuzzle Casey's neck then dragged his lips up to his ear. “Delilah had to change her Victoria Secret's when she got home, babe.”
“Fuck's sake...” Casey giggled but stopped with a gasp when Zeke nipped his earlobe.
“They SHOULD go in the paper. Something so fucking gorgeous like you needs to be shared with the world...”
Perhaps four and a half hours wasn't exactly forty-eight, but Casey had truly enjoyed the three orgasms within that time frame. They'd needed to stop so they could get a quick bite at the fish-and-chips place two doors down along the beach, anyway-then another four hours, ending with both of them too tired to worry over the many wet-spots they dropped-off upon.