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picture_prompt_funTitle: Surprise
Fandom: The Faculty
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 557
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the characters
Zeke stopped dead when he opened the door. The night had been long, and yes, he had had the one or the other drink, though he usually didn't drink when he was working in the Coyote Ugly. His own, little bar, his lifelong dream. But who could say no at a bachelor party?
Only a Whiskey, or two and a glass of champagne. Not enough to get drunk and to see pink elephants. But he was sure that had turned off the light when he had left around noon. So, why there was a dim light coming from the living area? And what was that? Someone was breathing, only muted, but it was not to deny that someone else was in his apartment. Beside of that, no noise was to hear.
Frowning Zeke stepped closer, on guard but not overly worried. He was living on his own since he was fifteen; he had always known to take care of himself. And it didn't look as if someone tried to rob him.
One glance over the counter which separated the living area from the little kitchen and he almost burst into laughter. This sight was just too cute. Over the TV screen was flickering some stupid game show, the sound turned off. On the couch lay a small figure under a bright blue blanket; only the feet were peeking out at one end and some brown hair, resting on the cushions, at the other end. Zeke didn't need to see more.
„Hey, babe.“
Carefully he bent forward and tickled one of the feet. A slight groan and the foot vanished under the blanket. He chuckled and grabbed for the other one, clasped the ankle. No escape this time.
With a sleepy outcry, the boy jumped up and blinked hard.
„Zeke!“
„That's my name. Will you tell me what you are doing here?“
Casey gasp for air.
„Geez. You've scared me half to death.“
Zeke smirked.
„That's the prize for sneaking into my apartment in the middle of the week. Shouldn't you be at College?“
„Field trip to Akron. I'm working on a report about the modern art exhibition by Hiroshi Sugimoto. Thought, it might be nice an idea to surprise you.“
He eyed him and smirked.
„Long night?“
Zeke nodded.
„Bachelor party. You should have called me; then I would have brought it to a close in time. Sorry.“
Casey smiled. He knew well enough that Zeke could need more nights like this to keep the Coyote Ugly running; it never was easy to start a business.
„Did they spend a shitload of money?“
„You can bet. Big party with all you can imagine.“
„Oooh. A lot of booze and pool dance.“
„Yup.“
„Was she pretty?“
„Hm. I guess.“
Zeke bent forward to nibble at Casey's earlobe. When he pulled the boy closer, he noticed satisfied that he was only wearing his boxer shorts.
„Jealous?“
„Should I ...“
Casey yelped slightly when Zeke's hand finally found its goal. Hard and ready.
„Good god, Zeke, what are you doing?“
Zeke couldn't help it but giggle slightly. Maybe he was a bit drunk. But who cared? He was the luckiest guy in the world.
„Showing you, who's the only one who counts.“
THE END
Fandom: The Faculty
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 557
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own The Faculty nor the characters
Zeke stopped dead when he opened the door. The night had been long, and yes, he had had the one or the other drink, though he usually didn't drink when he was working in the Coyote Ugly. His own, little bar, his lifelong dream. But who could say no at a bachelor party?
Only a Whiskey, or two and a glass of champagne. Not enough to get drunk and to see pink elephants. But he was sure that had turned off the light when he had left around noon. So, why there was a dim light coming from the living area? And what was that? Someone was breathing, only muted, but it was not to deny that someone else was in his apartment. Beside of that, no noise was to hear.
Frowning Zeke stepped closer, on guard but not overly worried. He was living on his own since he was fifteen; he had always known to take care of himself. And it didn't look as if someone tried to rob him.
One glance over the counter which separated the living area from the little kitchen and he almost burst into laughter. This sight was just too cute. Over the TV screen was flickering some stupid game show, the sound turned off. On the couch lay a small figure under a bright blue blanket; only the feet were peeking out at one end and some brown hair, resting on the cushions, at the other end. Zeke didn't need to see more.
„Hey, babe.“
Carefully he bent forward and tickled one of the feet. A slight groan and the foot vanished under the blanket. He chuckled and grabbed for the other one, clasped the ankle. No escape this time.
With a sleepy outcry, the boy jumped up and blinked hard.
„Zeke!“
„That's my name. Will you tell me what you are doing here?“
Casey gasp for air.
„Geez. You've scared me half to death.“
Zeke smirked.
„That's the prize for sneaking into my apartment in the middle of the week. Shouldn't you be at College?“
„Field trip to Akron. I'm working on a report about the modern art exhibition by Hiroshi Sugimoto. Thought, it might be nice an idea to surprise you.“
He eyed him and smirked.
„Long night?“
Zeke nodded.
„Bachelor party. You should have called me; then I would have brought it to a close in time. Sorry.“
Casey smiled. He knew well enough that Zeke could need more nights like this to keep the Coyote Ugly running; it never was easy to start a business.
„Did they spend a shitload of money?“
„You can bet. Big party with all you can imagine.“
„Oooh. A lot of booze and pool dance.“
„Yup.“
„Was she pretty?“
„Hm. I guess.“
Zeke bent forward to nibble at Casey's earlobe. When he pulled the boy closer, he noticed satisfied that he was only wearing his boxer shorts.
„Jealous?“
„Should I ...“
Casey yelped slightly when Zeke's hand finally found its goal. Hard and ready.
„Good god, Zeke, what are you doing?“
Zeke couldn't help it but giggle slightly. Maybe he was a bit drunk. But who cared? He was the luckiest guy in the world.
„Showing you, who's the only one who counts.“
THE END
