A rec and a picspam.

[layne67]

theartoffic posted a Thanksgiving Casey/Zeke which makes my heart hurts. Not that it's angsty or anything ( though it does have some of those ) but it's just so sweet and real and it's a first time for both of them and that is very much one of my kinks. Thank you, sweetie, for that lovely fic.

For fans of The Zekester, here are some screencaps of Zeke from the movie 'O'. The movie is alright, I enjoyed it!

And as usual, it was Casey whom I see Zeke kissing or hugging.



More pics under the cut, quite a lot of them because I could not not choose any one of them! Then do tell me whether you agree that it was Casey you see with him in the last two pics :DD






A little bit of drooling is in order here, eh?


















And these are the ones with Casey in them.

Comments

[theartoffic.livejournal.com]

Something like this then?

“What’s going on here?” Zeke asks as he looks around at the explosion of coats, scarves and mittens all over the Connor living room.

“Sorry,” Casey apologizes as he moves a stack of coats from the surface of the couch to the nearby armchair; several of jackets slide to the floor and it takes a few minutes for him to wrangle the coats into submission. “Mom was looking for the Christmas decorations and got a little pissed about how much crap was crammed in the closet.”

Zeke picks up a scarf Casey missed and sits in the freshly vacated space; he runs the silky material through his fingers and marvels at its sheerness.

“Just throw that on the table.” Casey says as he flops on the couch.

Zeke fondles the material again and then leans over and flicks it against Casey’s cheek. Casey shakes his head and bats it away; Zeke laughs and does it again.

“Cut it out.” Casey protests but Zeke likes the way the silk feels; he thinks it’s a lot like Casey’s skin.

Zeke flips the material again and this time it settles over Casey’s face, turning him into a beautiful apparition. Casey blows on it but Zeke pounces, quick as a cat, and uses the tips of his fingers to hold it down.

“What’re you doing?” Casey can’t quite figure out what Zeke’s up to.

“Kissing you.”

“Don’t you want to …?”

“No,” Zeke says as he stops Casey’s hand. His lips press against Casey’s, the scrap of fabric barely noticeable between them, and tastes Casey through the gossamer. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Casey’s more than content to let Zeke have his way, for now.

:D ;) :)

[layne67.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!

omg I just found this. You lovely, lovely girl!

My favourite lines -

Zeke likes the way the silk feels; he thinks it’s a lot like Casey’s skin.

Oh yes indeed.

“No.” Casey’s more than content to let Zeke have his way, for now.

And that, is just perfect.

Thank you, love, for writing this.

*mwaaaah*

[theartoffic.livejournal.com]

hee! it's all your fault for planting the seed :D You are totally welcome sweetie ;) *hearts*

[honeyandvinegar.livejournal.com]

I'd missed this post many months ago. And now I get to read some lishus C/Z. I am blessed!
*sighs happily, imagining the scene...* Oh.