Title: All American Boy
Author: Cherry Vanilla
Fandom: The Faculty (yes, I'm serious. Stop looking at me like that!)
Pairing: Casey(Elijah Wood)/Zeke(Josh Hartnett)
Rating: NC-17
Status: NEW, Complete 4/28/02
Archive: PBU only
Summary: Casey's an All American Boy. Mostly.
Notes: Written for Rocky cause we share a Casey/Zeke obsession and he looks so pretty when he's turned on.
Props to Connie for giving this a glance over and supplying the title.
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Casey likes when Zeke touches him. He lived for those little moments when he'd push him out of the way and say "get lost geek" or something to that effect. As long as Zeke kept saying it, then he knew Casey existed.
The alien shit was a blessing in disguise. Suddenly, little Casey Conner was finally noticed; on the cover of magazines and apparently, he got the girl. But he doesn't want the girl. He wants to laugh with Zeke like they did after everything was defeated.
Delilah is still a bitch even now. She loves that Casey is in spotlight. She lives for the spotlight. After all, she'd never go out with a nobody. Stan was captain of the football team, if he hadn't been, she wouldn't have given him a second glance. Casey is now Time's new cover boy, coveted by young Middle America as the all American geek turned all American boy. Naturally, she was going to make a play for him.
Casey knows all this. He doesn't really care. He's finally having sex and she's a good lay. Still, the fantasy didn't live up to the reality. His fantasies of the sweet, kind Delilah he had built up in his head would never be fulfilled.
So he fucks her, and often wishes that her chest was flat and her hair was short.
Zeke has Miss Burke. How fucked is that? They hang out sometimes, and things are different now. Zeke looks at him differently. He hopes it's not just because of his new found celebrity. He finds it scary how much he wants Zeke to like him.
Delilah is out of town for the weekend, so Casey goes to the football game by himself. He sits on the bleachers next to Stan and Stokely and watches as Zeke runs with the ball, his muscular legs carrying him fast and swift, allowing him to dodge everyone in sight and score a touchdown. Casey jumps out of his seat with his hands in the air and cheers. Zeke hustles back toward the team and Casey manages to catch his eye. He thinks he sees Zeke's expression soften a little, but shakes off the thought quickly.
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Post-game congrats are happening in the parking lot. He follows Stan and Stokely out and his heart skips a beat when he sees Zeke, wiping his brow with a towel, hair wet from the shower he's just taken. He's in jeans and a black T-shirt and Casey has to stop himself from staring down at those legs.
They all spot each other, Stokely gives him a hug, Stan delivers a high five. Casey just stands frozen. How to greet Zeke?
Luckily, he doesn't have time to think about it. Zeke comes over to him, clapping him on the shoulder, his hand gently squeezing. Casey can feel the heat of it through his shirt and shudders a little as a tingle runs down his spine.
"Hey, Casey."
God, that voice. Casey looks up and Zeke's eyes are bright. "Hey. Congrats, man."
Zeke tilts his head in a nod, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a smile.
"You guys wanna go do something?" Stokely suggests, but Zeke's eyes are still on Casey.
Casey feels his stomach flip and moves away. "Ah, no I have some homework, I think I'll just head home."
"Aw, come on, Casey. It's Friday, live a little."
"No tonight, Stan."
He walks off to the sounds of his friends talking, until a voice stops him in his tracks. "Casey, wait up."
He turns and Zeke is jogging toward him. This is ... unexpected.
Zeke stops in front of him. "Hey."
"Uh.. hey?"
Zeke laughs. "I figured since you were doing some work tonight, maybe you could help me? Algebra is kicking my ass, man."
"Um.."
"My books are in my car, and I can give you a ride."
Casey has the urge to pinch himself. Is this for real? Only one way to find out.
"Okay."
They walk to Zeke's car together and his brain is going a million miles a minute. Delilah is out of town visiting cousins, his parents went to NYC to see for a "romantic getaway" and Casey has the house to himself ... to himself ... and Zeke ... Zeke in his room..
Casey feels his cock twitch as Zeke lifts open his car door button and he gets in.
He also feels the butterflies beginning to gather in his stomach.
Sure, he's waited of this and sure he's not a virgin anymore but he's still having trouble believing this could actually be what he's hoping it is. The signs are -- well -- yeah, there are some signs. But, if he's wrong and Zeke is just coming over to study..
//Zeke! Study! God, are you an idiot, Casey? He doesn't need fucking help he's smart even though he tries to deny it. Okay, go with the flow, be calm, you'll see soon enough.//
Yet, it's difficult remain calm when you could be a few minutes away from getting something you've wanted for months.
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Zeke pulls into Casey's drive way and shuts off the engine.
"No one home?"
His voice is chocolate sweet and it melts right through Casey.
"Uh, no."
"Where's Delilah at?"
"Away for the weekend."
Zeke nods. Casey feels awkward and watches as Zeke's fingertips tap on the steering wheel. What now?
"Where's uh ... Miss Burke?" God, that feels weird. Calling Zeke's girlfriend by a 'title'.
"Dunno."
Oh? he wants to say, but just looks at him instead.
"We split."
Oh. Fuck.
"Yeah?" He hopes that didn't sound too ... pleased.
"Yeah."
He opens his mouth, but Zeke cuts him off.
"I kept thinking about someone else. Apparently women don't like that."
Casey giggles nervously.
"Hey Casey. You've got a great laugh."
Casey's eyes widen. "Uh.. "
Zeke smiles and ruffles his hair. "You should do it more often."
"I sound like a girl."
"Bullshit."
"Whatever." Casey's hands palm at his jeans. "Um, do you need to get your books?" he asks glancing over his shoulder.
He freezes when he feels Zeke's hand on his cheek, turning his face back to face him. "I lied," he whispers and Casey can feel the expanse of hot breath fan across his face.
He swallows hard and tries to get his suddenly very dry mouth to work. "You uh, did?"
"Yeah." Zeke's hands cup his face and he feels his eyes start to close and his breath become shallow. His cock is half hard already and Zeke's barely touched him.
"Um, okay." He searches blindly for Zeke's mouth but Zeke doesn't give in that easily.
Zeke barely allows his lips to touch Casey's face, allowing him to feel the puffs of hot air as he barely brushes against the corner of his mouth. He inhales as Zeke's tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. He turns his body in toward Zeke and Zeke shifts around bending one knee onto the seat of the car and moving his hands so they stroke through Casey's hair. The slowness of it all is driving Casey crazy.
He inches his tongue out and touches it to Zeke's and -- yes -- Zeke's tongue is in his mouth and they're kissing hard, desperately, and Casey runs his hands down Zeke's back, lifting his shirt and touching his skin which is still damp. Zeke moves over his body, pushing him back against the passenger side door and he hits it with force, his knee coming up and it brushes against Zeke's crotch. He moans when he feels the hardness there.
"Zeke.."
Zeke's mouth is at his neck, biting him, and then soothing the harshness of his teeth with his tongue. That's gonna leave marks. Casey doesn't care. Fuck Delilah. This is what he wants.
He's hard as stone now and jeans are growing unbearable. Zeke's mouth is sucking at his neck. "Oh, fuck.. "
Zeke moans and Casey tries to force some blood to gather in his brain. "House.." is the only word he can get out.
Zeke laughs and sags against him. "I have no idea how I'm gonna get up, man.
Casey moves his hand to the bulge in Zeke's pants and traces the outline of it with his finger. And he says the words that he's wanted to for months.
"I wanna suck you."
He hears Zeke let out a low groan.
"Um ... house ... yeah."
Zeke climbs off of him and they exit the car, catching their breath and attempting to gain some composure. Casey unlocks the door as Zeke's hand runs down along his ass.
They get inside and walk upstairs to his room, fast. Casey opens the door, turns on the light and pulls Zeke to him, crushing their mouths together.
Zeke pushes him onto the bed and climbs on top of him, looking around at the walls.
"You got rid of the pictures."
"Huh?"
"I heard Delilah bragging once that you had pictures of her on your walls."
"Oh. Well. Didn't want them anymore. You know, you.. grow out of things."
"Hmm."
Zeke's face is inches away and Casey can't take his eyes off him. "What?"
"Nothing, man. Just. You should be fucking me."
Casey's breath catches and thinks he imagines Zeke's faint blush. "Well, I'd like to."
"I mean. Not her."
Casey pulls Zeke against him, reaching down to his ass, squeezing. "I've been fucking you in my mind for months."
Zeke grins and licks at his mouth.
Casey pulls off Zeke's shirt and throws it across the room.
Zeke does the same to his and they explore each others bodies. Casey pinches his nipples and watches as Zeke sucks in a breath at the action. He loves feeling Zeke up against him, their erections pressed against one another's thighs, waiting to be acknowledged.
Casey arches his back when Zeke licks lazily from his chest up to his neck, his moist tongue sending ripples of pleasure all through him.
"Oh god.."
Then Zeke is moving down his body and popping open the buttons on his jeans and pressing his face against his groin, and Casey thinks he might be inhaling his scent and that makes him even harder. He feels Zeke's tongue lick at his boxers, feels it as if it's right on his cock, so close yet so far.
And then Zeke's hands part the fabric and his cock is protruding forward and Zeke is licking along it and Casey cries out.
Delilah doesn't do this often enough. And her tongue never felt this good. And still Zeke's barely touched him.
Zeke takes him in his hand and pushes his pants down more, Casey arching up to give him easier access, and then he's taking him down his throat so fast and Casey jerks in surprise and moans loudly.
God, does he know what he is doing and Casey wonders how many dicks he's sucked.
Zeke's tongue is working up his length, his lips fastened around him, and Casey wonders what it feels like. He needs to know, wants to feel Zeke's cock stretching his mouth wide, nestled against the corners of it, throbbing and hot and hard for him. He keeps arching up and Zeke allows it and then he starts fucking his mouth, Zeke's hands on his hips encouraging him along. God, that feels good. He loves this feeling of reckless abandon. With Delilah he always has to be so careful. If he pushes against her mouth to hard, she gets pissed and pulls off.
Zeke likes it, though. Likes him. Wants him. Casey moans.
He runs his fingers through Zeke's hair and starts moaning louder as Zeke's mouth works him faster, harder, tongue swirling around the head, mouth descending again and again, fast and frantic until he's clutching at him and slamming his hips up and he's cumming and Zeke's moaning against him drinking it all, burying his nose in damp curls and licking every drop of him clean.
Casey collapses back, breathing harsh as Zeke keeps licking his inner thigh.
He crawls up and Casey wraps an arm around his waist, holding him to his body and they kiss as Casey's hand wanders down to his waistband and tries to get his jeans off. He feels so boneless; he can barely get the buttons undone. He can feel Zeke smile against his lips and they moan together as Zeke helps him, shaking off the offending clothing with urgency. His eyes open as Zeke straddles his chest. His cock bobs close to Casey's face and Zeke runs his hands up and down Casey chest, then up to his cheeks, stroking.
"Suck me, Casey," he murmurs and Casey's mouth all but waters. Zeke gathers the pre-cum that's leaking from him on two fingers and brings them to Casey's mouth. He sucks at them greedily, holding onto Zeke's wrist and catching Zeke's eyes as his tongue swirls around the digits in his mouth.
"Fuck, Casey," Zeke breathes and pulls his fingers away. "Sit up."
They rearrange themselves so Casey doesn't kill his neck and Zeke settles down again, straddling him on his knees, balls and ass resting heavily against Casey's body. Casey licks his lips as Zeke grips himself by the base and rubs the head of his cock along Casey's lips. Casey closes his eyes at the feel of it, smooth like velvet, and yet oh so hard. He opens his eyes and mouth at the same time, watching Zeke as he guides it into him. Casey holds onto Zeke's hips and laps at his erection, sucking softly at first, only taking in the head a bit more. He tries to relax the disobedient muscles of his throat and sighs when Zeke's hands run over his shoulders and through his hair. The harsh breathing from above tells him he's not entirely horrible at this, so he tries to take some more, his lips pursing around it, feeling the thick length brush against the wall of his mouth, and then he attempts to sit up a little higher and Zeke slips out.
"Fuck, sorry." He feels himself start to blush and feels so fucking stupid until he looks at Zeke. His eyes are part amused, part darkly aroused; he's fucking beautiful.
Casey grabs him by the hair and crushes their mouths together, pushing Zeke backwards and he lands on his back with an 'oomph.'
Casey grinds against him, pushing his thigh against Zeke's cock as they kiss sloppily.
Zeke's holding onto edge of the mattress as Casey slides down his body, licking his nipples and the thin streak of dark hair right down the middle, attacking his skin with his lips and tongue and teeth, moving further down his body and holding onto the base of Zeke's cock, descending upon it once again, feeling it easier to take now from this position. Zeke's hands glide through his hair and he moans against the cock in his mouth, his rhythm becoming more frantic as he hears Zeke's moans grow louder and breathing grow shallower.
He cups Zeke's balls; they're so tight and rise up in his hand. He squeezes lightly and takes him in even more, tongue flicking along his length, tasting, and then Zeke's hand tightens in his hair and he moans out, "gonna cum, Case," and Casey sucks at the head, letting his hand do the rest and then his mouth is flooded with sharp, thick fluid and he laps it all up cause it's Zeke, Zeke, Zeke inside him.
He licks Zeke clean lovingly, mimicking what was done to him, nuzzling his cheek along the softening length of Zeke's cock, licking it with slow, lazy strokes as Zeke combs his hair and moans in contentment. They rest there like that for a while, too tired to move.
Casey begins to dose off. But not without deciding on two things. One, he's gonna invite Zeke to stay the weekend. Two, when Delilah comes back, he's telling her it's over.
This is what he wants. He's not gonna pass it up.
END
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