Casey/Zeke ficlet and birthday greetings
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layne67Written for this prompt given by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
montmorency.
Write a scene in high school, post-invasion and destruction of aliens, using all of these words at least once... honey, vinegar, lane, mountain, north, alchemy, absolute, lover and Illyria.
All in, but Monty, I'm absolutely certain that I got that alchemy thing completely wrong :/
A prequel, of sorts, to this ficlet. Can you figure out where the words came from? :D
Also written for my two dear friends -sophinisba and lbilover. I hope you have the happiest of birthdays, both of you.. *many hugs and kisses*
Casey/Zeke ficlet
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own them, no money made.
Un-betaed. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Yep, especially for that "alchemy" line.
Zeke rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was almost sorry that he had suggested that they go for this excursion. He had thought that going fishing up in the mountains north of Herrington would be good for Casey. The boy looked too peaky for Zeke’s liking. Nothing like a good hike on the rugged lanes there to bring out the colour in Casey’s too pale face. Well, except for sex, he thought with an inward grin.
Unfortunately, Casey had got it into him to pack everything but the kitchen sink inside the huge picnic basket that Mrs Connor had given them.
“Do we need all these, Casey? “ he stared unbelievingly at the stuff that Casey had managed to cram into the basket. He had envisioned them hiking with only the bare necessities in their backpacks – a couple of fishing tackles, nothing more – cooking their freshly caught fish over a simple fire and eating the fish with their bare hands, and licking each other clean after that … Zeke felt a stirring in his belly just thinking about that.
Instead there were pots and pans with plates and glasses and ketchups and what looked like jars of honey and vinegar. What the fuck?
“Absolutely,” said Casey firmly, blushing brick-red when Zeke dug out a Bunsen burner tucked at the very bottom of the basket.
“Where did you get this?” Zeke asked.
“I borrowed it from the lab. Miss Illyria won’t mind, I’m sure.”
Zeke chuckled. Miss Illyria was their new science teacher. Prettier than Miss Burke, and certainly prettier than Mr Furlong, Zeke would have had a go at her if Casey had not become his lover after the Mary-Beth incident.
Zeke sighed resignedly and heaved the heavy basket into the back of his GTO. He sincerely hoped that he could park his car right by the river because there was no way he was going to carry that up to the mountains. Unless Casey had alchemy at his disposal; the magic power of transmutation that could change him into Superman, so that he could carry not only the fucking basket but Casey as well, right to the fishing site, with Casey staring adoringly at him ala Louis Lane.
Zeke shook himself out of his reverie, to find that Casey was staring at him adoringly and he couldn’t help but pull Casey into his arms and gave him the sweetest of kiss. For Casey, Zeke would do anything, even if it meant carrying the kitchen sink as well.
~fin
ETA Thank youlisabellex, for the correction!
montmorency.Write a scene in high school, post-invasion and destruction of aliens, using all of these words at least once... honey, vinegar, lane, mountain, north, alchemy, absolute, lover and Illyria.
All in, but Monty, I'm absolutely certain that I got that alchemy thing completely wrong :/
A prequel, of sorts, to this ficlet. Can you figure out where the words came from? :D
Also written for my two dear friends -
sophinisba and lbilover. I hope you have the happiest of birthdays, both of you.. *many hugs and kisses*Casey/Zeke ficlet
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own them, no money made.
Un-betaed. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Yep, especially for that "alchemy" line.
Zeke rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was almost sorry that he had suggested that they go for this excursion. He had thought that going fishing up in the mountains north of Herrington would be good for Casey. The boy looked too peaky for Zeke’s liking. Nothing like a good hike on the rugged lanes there to bring out the colour in Casey’s too pale face. Well, except for sex, he thought with an inward grin.
Unfortunately, Casey had got it into him to pack everything but the kitchen sink inside the huge picnic basket that Mrs Connor had given them.
“Do we need all these, Casey? “ he stared unbelievingly at the stuff that Casey had managed to cram into the basket. He had envisioned them hiking with only the bare necessities in their backpacks – a couple of fishing tackles, nothing more – cooking their freshly caught fish over a simple fire and eating the fish with their bare hands, and licking each other clean after that … Zeke felt a stirring in his belly just thinking about that.
Instead there were pots and pans with plates and glasses and ketchups and what looked like jars of honey and vinegar. What the fuck?
“Absolutely,” said Casey firmly, blushing brick-red when Zeke dug out a Bunsen burner tucked at the very bottom of the basket.
“Where did you get this?” Zeke asked.
“I borrowed it from the lab. Miss Illyria won’t mind, I’m sure.”
Zeke chuckled. Miss Illyria was their new science teacher. Prettier than Miss Burke, and certainly prettier than Mr Furlong, Zeke would have had a go at her if Casey had not become his lover after the Mary-Beth incident.
Zeke sighed resignedly and heaved the heavy basket into the back of his GTO. He sincerely hoped that he could park his car right by the river because there was no way he was going to carry that up to the mountains. Unless Casey had alchemy at his disposal; the magic power of transmutation that could change him into Superman, so that he could carry not only the fucking basket but Casey as well, right to the fishing site, with Casey staring adoringly at him ala Louis Lane.
Zeke shook himself out of his reverie, to find that Casey was staring at him adoringly and he couldn’t help but pull Casey into his arms and gave him the sweetest of kiss. For Casey, Zeke would do anything, even if it meant carrying the kitchen sink as well.
~fin
ETA Thank you
lisabellex, for the correction!
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Date: 2006-09-19 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-19 04:54 pm (UTC)honey, vinegar, lane, mountain, north, alchemy, absolute, lover and Illyria
Honeyandvinegar, YOU, ?, ?, alchemilla, absolutefiction, lbilover, and illyria_novia!
well..i mostly know. :P
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:58 pm (UTC)What a clever idea, using ljers as prompts. You did well...
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Date: 2006-09-19 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-19 06:42 pm (UTC)This was so veddy cute, sweeters! I love the image of Zeke flying with his cape billowing, Casey in his arms. Ya. Mmhmm. :D
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Date: 2006-09-19 07:59 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-09-20 01:47 am (UTC)Thanks for reading darling *mwaaaah*
And you got the others absolutely correct :DD
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Date: 2006-09-20 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-20 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-20 02:08 am (UTC)Two of my very favoritest people, doh!
♥
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Date: 2006-09-20 02:09 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, lover ;DD
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Date: 2006-09-20 02:10 am (UTC)*loves you muchly*
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Date: 2006-09-20 02:13 am (UTC)That couldn't be right, could it?
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Date: 2006-09-20 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-20 06:29 am (UTC)Okay, okay. Just this once as you've asked to specifically. :D
The way you've put 'alchemy' in really is fine, but there's probably a smoother way. This is how I might rephrase:
Unless Casey had alchemy at his disposal; the magic power of transmutation that could change him into Superman, so that he could carry not only the fucking basket but Casey as well; right to the fishing site, with Casey staring adoringly at him a la Lois Lane.
Off to work now! *hugs*
:D
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Date: 2006-09-20 08:03 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed. Hope you have a grand day for your birthday :D
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Date: 2006-09-20 08:08 am (UTC)*fixes*
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Date: 2006-09-20 10:15 am (UTC)I'M THEIR NEW SCIENCE TEACHER! *dies*
I won't be able to teach with those two in my class. Nope. Impossible. Especially if they ducked beneath the table for the litmus paper Zeke dropped. Nu-uh. .
And I love boyscout Casey, always prepared everything. Bunsen burner? Wow.
Me loves this. Thank you. :)
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Date: 2006-09-20 10:35 am (UTC)That science teacher part was among the first things that came into my head when I was thinking this out. Glad you like, baby!
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Date: 2006-09-20 12:52 pm (UTC)Love it so much, Layne. Zeke's love to Casey must be so big!
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Date: 2006-09-20 05:06 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-09-20 05:51 pm (UTC)***
"Illyria. I-L-L-Y-R-I-A. The name came from 'I Lir,'" says Casey, his face that maddening blend of half-wary half-curious that he still sometimes wears even when he's with Zeke. "Meaning free people."
Zeke grunts, twirling his pen.
"They were among the last tribes conquered by the Macedonians," Casey continues. "Only after Alexander was given the right to command over the Macedonian army they could subdue this rebellious tribe from the north."
"TMI, Case," mutters Zeke. "Do I really need to put this in my paper?"
"Well, I would if I were you," says Casey bluntly. Zeke sighs, rolls his eyes, and starts scrawling, scowling mutinously. What the fuck, he thinks, his pen scratching the paper furiously, is happening to me?
"After securing their northern borders, Phillip and Alexander turned southward to fight the alliance of Thebes and Athens."
"Right," growls Zeke, heaving a deep, long-suffering sigh. Casey pauses, looking at Zeke from beneath those eyelashes, a gesture at once timid and defiant; his fingers wrap closer around his notebook, his mouth a tight line.
Zeke freezes.
He knows he's been getting lot of sly looks lately for hanging out with Casey, for showing up for class every day, for turning in all his homework, and especially, for getting a mountain of praises from the teachers for the quality of his work of late.
"I can see that Casey has such a good influence on you," said Miss Lindsay (Economics) when she smilingly returned his report (three fucking pages long, with two graphs and a pie chart, and a huge, red A on top of the first page). Zeke had surreptitiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Stan coughed, Stokely snorted. Up in the front row Casey turned to him and smiled. Zeke swore under his breath, not so much because of the public humiliation than the way that smile had awaken familiar tingles low in his belly.
Maybe, he sometimes thinks, alone and safe in his room, languid and heavy-limbed, his belly wet, his skin cooling, and his rapid breathing slowing down, but with Casey, Casey, Casey still figuring large, larger than life, in his mind behind his closed eyes, maybe I should ...
He always hesitates at this point, unable even to form the idea of breaking away, pulling free. Zeke firmly believes that he can do anything he sets his mind to, and it occurs to him that if there's anything he can't do, it must be because he doesn't really want to... Break free, pull away. He doesn't want to.
Even if it means suffering from Casey's infuriating obsession to go that extra mile, to exhaust every possibility until there was nothing left.
Because sometimes it has its own rewards, he reminds himself. Like the day he came over to the Connors’, bringing two books on chemistry for an assignment due ten days later, for fuck’s sake. As he came around the narrow lane that ended in the Connors’ backyard, he saw Mrs. Connor on the back porch talking on the phone and smoking. She waved at him and mouthed that Casey was inside, gesturing with a cigarette that rained a flurry of ash on her cardigan. Zeke went in and found Casey standing by the kitchen counter stirring something in a bowl.
“Hey,” Zeke had said, putting the books on the counter. “What’s that?”
“Salad dressing,” Casey said. He looked up and saw that Zeke was wrinkling his nose. “Mom’s dieting,” he explained, grimacing apologetically. He picked a slice of tomato and dipped it in the dressing, before taking a small bite off it.
Zeke had watched, entranced, as Casey licked the tomato juice that nearly dripped from his bottom lip.
“Good?” he husked out.
“Mm,” said Casey, shrugging.
To this day Zeke did not know what possessed him to take Casey’s hand and brought it to his mouth. He bit the tomato and tasted the sweetness (honey?) and tartness (cider vinegar, there was a bottle of it nearby), a hint of spices that he couldn’t and didn’t bother to identify, and Casey.
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Date: 2006-09-20 05:51 pm (UTC)“Not bad,” Zeke said, breaking the frightening silence, letting go.
Casey ran his thumb across Zeke’s mouth. He grinned, his eyes doing that coy/cautious thing again. “Liar,” he drawled. Zeke noticed he didn’t wipe his fingers.
“You’re right,” said Zeke. “Wanna go grab a burger?”
They went out that night—cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, smelting, electroplating, and gold refinery. The chapter on precious metal has an interesting tidbit about the practice of alchemy that prompted Casey to talk at length about changing the balance of elements, transmutating worthless metal into gold and finding the elixir of life. Zeke knew all that already, but he kept quiet, applying himself to the task of watching Casey’s eyes alight with excitement, the way he held himself, relaxed and self-possessed. Undeniably beautiful. And sexy as hell.
The changing of balance. Transmutation.
Elixir of life.
Zeke had laughed at himself then. But he dreamed of Casey that night, bathed in golden light. Nude.
I live for these fucking moments, Zeke thinks, helpless and yet oddly thrilled, as he waits for Casey to speak again.
Casey puts down his notebook. “D’you know what’s interesting about these Thebans, people of Thebes?”
Zeke shrugs. “Should I?” he challenges, but his heart isn’t it, even Casey can see that.
“They had a special band of infantrymen,” says Casey, his voice dropping to a half-whisper. “Three hundred strong, a hundred and fifty pairs of lovers.”
“No kidding,” whispers Zeke, fascinated by the glint in Casey’s eyes.
“They figured when a man fought alongside his lover, he wouldn’t wanna be seen backing down, or running from battle. And when a man fell, his boyfriend would fight to avenge his death, or to get himself killed in combat.”
Zeke knows this is the point where he is supposed to whistle or say something offhand, but he can’t. He remembers gaining consciousness to the sight of Casey, two Caseys at first, then one, blurred, but achingly familiar. A bedraggled, dripping boy who was shaking Zeke’s shoulders and calling his name in a voice so desperate and forlorn that he wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around that trembling body.
He stares at Casey, finding himself mesmerized.
“Tell me more,” he breathes.
I live for these fucking moments, he thinks, exasperated and wistful, as Casey tells him about the battle of Chaironeia. I live for these. Shining, precious little glimpses that tell me I’m not the only one who dreams. Not the only one who wants.
~fin~
*hides*
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Date: 2006-09-20 08:57 pm (UTC)(And zero credit for the lovely fic she wrote. That's all to HER credit.)
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Date: 2006-09-20 11:40 pm (UTC)♥
Your turn - write an Orlijah, not necessarily in the 'Braced' universe - using all of these words at least once : mewl, tales, bloom, link, moment, april, long, beach, island, honey, vine, belle, soft, supernova, shoobadadoo.
Write that and I'll stop bugging you about the picnic ;DDDD