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priscaTitle: Mistletoes
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Conner
Word Count: 357
Prompt: Casey bumps into Zeke under mistletoe
Rating: PG13
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Casey's eyes widened when he noticed the familiar figure leaning at the porch's ceiling, smoking. „Zeke? What the heck are you doing here?“
The boy grinned. „I got an invitation.“
„Sure you do. Delilah invites all the cool students to her oh-so-great parties. But what are you doing here? I never had the feeling that you are crazy about hanging out with her.“
Zeke smirked. „She crashed my lab last autumn, remember? So, no, I'm not her biggest fan.“
„I don't get it! Don't you have anything better to do on this weekend? Why don't you go to Akron or Columbus; I guess there are other big Christmas parties.“
„Maybe I am not here because of her.“
„Oh, fuck you, Zeke!“ Annoyed, Casey turned around, ready to go back into the house. He would take some more photos of the party to satisfy Delilah; then, he would sneak away, and no one would miss him.
Zeke grabbed his arm to hold him back. „You try to avoid crossing my path,“ he said.
Casey blushed involuntarily, shaking his hand off. „Because it's better this way. We both know it was a mistake.“
„I don't think so. We have had a lot of fun.“
Silence for a long while; Casey tried to even his breath. „For you,“ he finally murmured,“ everything is only a game. But I am not ready to be your cueball.“
„You want something serious?“ Zeke eyed him up and down. „A coming out at Herrington High?“
„As if you would ever risk that. It would ruin your rep as the cool boy from school.“
Slowly, Zeke nodded. „Maybe,“ he agreed. „But maybe I don't care any longer.“
The door was opened; Gabe and two other football players stepped on the porch, accompanied by some cheerleader girls. „Hey, Zeke,“ one of them said, her eyelashes flattering, „I was looking for you already, where have you been?“
„Busy,“ he answered, pulling Casey out of the shadow back into his arms. Ignoring the shocked reaction of the boy, he pointed upwards. „Sorry, mistletoes, you know,“ he said and kissed him.
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Conner
Word Count: 357
Prompt: Casey bumps into Zeke under mistletoe
Rating: PG13
:::
Casey's eyes widened when he noticed the familiar figure leaning at the porch's ceiling, smoking. „Zeke? What the heck are you doing here?“
The boy grinned. „I got an invitation.“
„Sure you do. Delilah invites all the cool students to her oh-so-great parties. But what are you doing here? I never had the feeling that you are crazy about hanging out with her.“
Zeke smirked. „She crashed my lab last autumn, remember? So, no, I'm not her biggest fan.“
„I don't get it! Don't you have anything better to do on this weekend? Why don't you go to Akron or Columbus; I guess there are other big Christmas parties.“
„Maybe I am not here because of her.“
„Oh, fuck you, Zeke!“ Annoyed, Casey turned around, ready to go back into the house. He would take some more photos of the party to satisfy Delilah; then, he would sneak away, and no one would miss him.
Zeke grabbed his arm to hold him back. „You try to avoid crossing my path,“ he said.
Casey blushed involuntarily, shaking his hand off. „Because it's better this way. We both know it was a mistake.“
„I don't think so. We have had a lot of fun.“
Silence for a long while; Casey tried to even his breath. „For you,“ he finally murmured,“ everything is only a game. But I am not ready to be your cueball.“
„You want something serious?“ Zeke eyed him up and down. „A coming out at Herrington High?“
„As if you would ever risk that. It would ruin your rep as the cool boy from school.“
Slowly, Zeke nodded. „Maybe,“ he agreed. „But maybe I don't care any longer.“
The door was opened; Gabe and two other football players stepped on the porch, accompanied by some cheerleader girls. „Hey, Zeke,“ one of them said, her eyelashes flattering, „I was looking for you already, where have you been?“
„Busy,“ he answered, pulling Casey out of the shadow back into his arms. Ignoring the shocked reaction of the boy, he pointed upwards. „Sorry, mistletoes, you know,“ he said and kissed him.