The Faculty - Written for FFFC (Fandom Battle) and Drabble Weekly

[prisca]

Title: Monday Morning
Character: Casey Connor
Word Count: 200
Prompt: walking on eggshells
Finished: 19.04.2021

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Reluctantly Casey opened his eyes. Going to school on a Monday morning always felt like walking on eggshells. One wrong step and the whole day could get out of control.

He could run into Gabe or one of the other jocks the moment he left the school bus, and he would end at the flag pool.

To get caught by Delilah wasn't much better; of course, the cheerleader queen didn't bully him, but she would glare at him with piercing eyes, complaining that the pics he had taken at Friday's football game were a shame for her school's magazine. Why she didn't stop bothering him every week anew was a riddle.

But worst of all, Mr. Furlong could decide that it was time for teamwork again. If he were lucky, Zeke Tyler, the guy who made his heart beating wildly in a way it definitely wasn't supposed to, would have skipped school again, but if not... The thought alone of sharing a lab table with him was scary.

„Casey?“ The cheery voice of his mom tore him out of his dark thoughts. „Pancakes or Lucky Charms for breakfast today?“

He couldn't help but smile. Maybe Monday mornings weren't that bad.

The Faculty - Written for FFFC (Fandom Battle) and Creative Challenges

[prisca]

Title: Overstepping the lines
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 215
Prompt: table (Creative Challenge - Sexy & Kinky)
Finished: 20.04.2021

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Casey's eyes widened when Zeke pulled the handcuffs out of a drawer. „Ähm... what's that?“

Zeke eyed him amused. „I've promised you a special night.“

„But...“ Suddenly his heart was beating wild, and he licked his dry lips.

„No but. It's about time to overstep your lines. Unless you want to have vanilla sex for the rest of your life.“

Casey blushed involuntarily; how was it possible that Zeke seemed to know about his darkest secrets? For some weeks, they met regularly in Zeke's garage, and Casey enjoyed what they did. Zeke was a good lover, gentle and careful. But sometimes, when he was alone in his bed at night, he couldn't help but admit that he wanted more.

„Do you trust me?“

Without hesitating, Casey nodded, and Zeke looked satisfied. „Good. Let's start slowly. I will leave it to you tonight, the floor or the table?“

Casey blinked, the tension inside him growing. The floor? The table? Handcuffs! What were Zeke's plans, and was he ready for it? Maybe vanilla sex was not that bad. Finally his eyes met Zekes; hazelnut brown and warm, with a tiny bit of mischief, and he relaxed again. „I don't know; maybe we can try both?“

"Oh," was all Zeke said, while stepping closer, grabbing for Casey's wrists.