Plots & Plans 1/1 - Casey/Zeke/Stokely
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laniew1Part 2 of 5 of my Faculty series.
TITLE: Plots & Plans
Author: Melanie
ARCHIVE: Tweaked Fiction, and anyone else that wants it just let me know first.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all the characters depicted within.
Stokely:
You hate poker night. Although you can’t really tell anyone besides Casey that.
The five of you together, acting happy and cheerful when at least two of you are miserable and waiting to be found out.
You’re not sure what the third is waiting for. You don’t even know what he’s thinking.
You have everything you’ve ever wanted. You have Stan who you’ve crushed on since you were twelve finally noticing you and you’re part of the in-crowd that had once seemed so elusive.
You never in a million years thought that you would feel more lonely being part of the in-crowd that you ever felt being actually alone and an outcast.
You know Casey feels the same way because ironically the two of you have become the best of friends. Delilah hates that, she followed you into the bathroom just that morning warning you that if you thought you were going to steal him from her you had another thing coming.
You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wouldn’t be you that stole him away… at least not just you, it would also be HIM.
He has no name, whenever you and Casey talk about him, about that night it’s only in the vaguest of terms. HIM, HE… you never say his name outloud. Although in your dreams you scream it at him in anger, you moan it in ecstasy.
You admit to your dreams because Casey has admitted to the same thing and it’s a sad, sad day when you feel closer to Casey than you do to yourself.
On Thursday nights, the night before Poker Night the two of you leave Stan and Delilah to their own devices and spend that night together.
Planning, plotting. You’ll get HIM to come back to you, or at the very least tell you what happened the morning after that amazing night if you have to kick the other two out and tie him to his bed… although you just begin laughing, both of you hysterically because you both think the same thing at the same time.
He’d probably enjoy that to much and you don’t want him to have pleasure at this point.
At this point you both want him to suffer.
To suffer like both of you have suffered. Locked into relationships that you thought you wanted but ones that have now grown stale and old.
And you only went into them because HE started his first. Dating that teacher that he brings to Friday night as if she belongs there.
She doesn’t belong there, she’s not part of you and you can’t begin to count the ways that you hate her. Casey just smiles when you rant about her, about HIM. And you just smile when he does the same.
Its good that neither of you rants at the same time because Ms. Burke could be in trouble the day that happened.
Neither of you have bothered to find out what her real name is. Neither of you cared, if she has a name she becomes real and right now she’s just an obstacle.
Like Stan and Delilah.
In all the years that you watched and waited you never realized what an ass Stan could be until he told you that it looked bad for him that you hung out so much with Casey.
“People will talk Stoke’s… he’s Delilah’s boyfriend let her spend time with him.”
Casey had only given you that weak half smile and told you that Delilah had said almost the same thing to him.
Neither of you thought that you were being obvious. And then you both wonder if HE had noticed. He had to have because both of you have caught him watching, staring, lurking.
If he would just tell you what you had done wrong you could fix it and the three of you could be happy. Although you’re not sure how a three-way relationship would work and wouldn’t one of you feel awfully left out?
That’s when Casey flushes, feet tapping on the floor of your bedroom (because your parents trust Casey where Stan is only allowed to venture as far into the house as the living room and wait for you to join him) mumbling in a low voice that he’s been doing research.
He grabs his backpack and pours papers and books out in a tidal wave on your floor and you grin as you realize that he’s been doing this for a while.
The highlighter gives it away, he’s marked those items that were deemed correct for your situation and you kiss his shoulder as you move to sit closer to him.
You’d never been even the slightest bit attracted to Casey. Ever. But since that night his skin, his mouth have fascinated you. The only time you get to really touch him, to really kiss him is in this room where your parents (who trust Casey) sit one floor below you.
You wonder idly what they’ll say when you tell him that the two of you have been ‘cheating’ on the significant others that you’ve wanted for years. Even if you haven’t slept together since that night with HIM.
HE was the catalyst in your relationship and you both realized early on that you needed him there in order for things to work between you. He surprisingly enough balances both of you, completes both of you in a way that you thought Stan and Delilah would and hadn’t been able to.
The trick seemed to be convincing HIM of that fact. And that was taking to damn long.
Neither of you had thought that would be an issue. Even early on when he’d been avoiding both of you, any time that he had cause to have to be near enough to touch one of you eyes would become hazy and that lazy smirk that you’d never realized wasn’t shown to everyone would cross his face and you knew that he still wanted you both.
Even though he was denying both himself and you.
You think you could hate him if you didn’t want him so much.
Flipping through the research that Casey’s done, stifling a laugh as you try to determine exactly where he’d done it, you rest your head on his shoulder.
Here with him you feel peace.
You know you’d feel even more if the other part of you was here.
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“Please don’t tell me that you did this at home,” Stokely murmured snuggling deeper into Casey’s side as he slid one arm around her shoulders. A half hug to tell her that he was still there even though he was slightly distracted by the papers strewn out before them.
“No… used the laptop… my dad doesn’t know I have it and…” Casey shrugged, digging through the pile. He was tired already of talking about the father he would never be good enough for and besides he had a couple of good ones to show her.
Stokely grinned as he dropped a stapled packet in her lap; he’d obviously really liked this one. Pink and blue highlighters practically lit up the entire front page. She knew without even asking that the pink was for her, the blue for him and HIM.
“Del almost caught me during lunch,” he confessed absently.
“I still don’t like her,” she muttered.
“I’m not liking her much right now either. I keep looking at her wondering why I had a crush on her for so long… she really is a bitch most of the time.”
“I could have told you that and you wouldn’t have had to go out with her,” she smirked.
“Like if I had told you that Stan was nothing but an airheaded jock and was going to use you that you’d listen to me,” he scowled at her. She lifted her head from his shoulder their eyes connecting for a minute before they both sighed.
“I would have told you to butt out…”
“I would have told you that it was none of your business…”
“What do you think HE would have said?” Casey asked his eyes lowering to the floor once more, hands skimming along the length of her leg before picking up another packet. Stokely sighed returning her head to his shoulder.
“I think if HE wasn’t such an ass we wouldn’t even be in this predicament in the first place.”
“What do you think really happened that morning? Two hours couldn’t have made that much of a difference…”
“I think he was in pain, you know from crashing his car into a bus, then finding out that MaryBeth was the alien, then being thrown into lockers and shit by her… maybe it just got to be to much, he’s probably just as scared and confused about all this as we are.”
“You really think HE gets confused?” Casey grinned at her. “Or even scared… you know barring that night?”
Stokely flipped through the packet in her lap a faint smile on her face. “I think he’s terminally confused… just like all of us,” she said softly. Scanning the page she had flipped to she traced a finger over diagram, highlighted in blue.
For HIM and Casey.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked quietly, not meeting his eyes staring at the page in front of her.
“You know you can.”
“Did it hurt?” her eyes rose to meet his and she watched as understanding flooded his face. “I mean I thought about it… about that night and you… neither of you looked like you were in pain when you…”
“When we fucked…” he murmured.
“Yeah… I’m asking this really badly,” she sighed. “It’s just… I know you want him, I know you want me… just like I want both of you and I…”
Casey was silent at first, eyes distant as that night flashed through his mind… although Stokely didn’t mind because the very same images were flashing through hers.
She could see them, Casey under HIM on hands and knees, her under Casey. Stroking his stomach, his face… him.
Kissing him when he dipped low enough.
She’d heard and felt the moans coming from him, saw the pleasure that had raced over his face as he’d come.
She could remember that identical look of pleasure when Casey had been making love to her, when he’d made love to HIM. When they’d all three been writhing together.
“It hurt at first,” Casey started quietly face flushing as he looked away, head bowed as he shifted next to her. “Not badly,” he reassured her as her mouth opened to issue platitudes for his suffering. “In fact I don’t really remember… you were there distracting me and Ze… HE was gentle… I didn’t think he had it in him to be gentle.”
“So you want to do it again,” she stated with a half-smile, watching as Casey flushed even a brighter red.
“Yeah.”
Leaning in close to him she placed an open-mouthed kiss on his neck, grinning as she felt the muscles in his arms vibrate with tension. They’d made a deal that nothing would happen until they had things sorted out with HIM. She didn’t know how much more either of them could take.
“So did I,” she murmured against his skin, her hands rose to turn him to face her. Hands cupping his face as she pressed kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his lips. “We need a plan.”
TITLE: Plots & Plans
Author: Melanie
ARCHIVE: Tweaked Fiction, and anyone else that wants it just let me know first.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all the characters depicted within.
Stokely:
You hate poker night. Although you can’t really tell anyone besides Casey that.
The five of you together, acting happy and cheerful when at least two of you are miserable and waiting to be found out.
You’re not sure what the third is waiting for. You don’t even know what he’s thinking.
You have everything you’ve ever wanted. You have Stan who you’ve crushed on since you were twelve finally noticing you and you’re part of the in-crowd that had once seemed so elusive.
You never in a million years thought that you would feel more lonely being part of the in-crowd that you ever felt being actually alone and an outcast.
You know Casey feels the same way because ironically the two of you have become the best of friends. Delilah hates that, she followed you into the bathroom just that morning warning you that if you thought you were going to steal him from her you had another thing coming.
You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wouldn’t be you that stole him away… at least not just you, it would also be HIM.
He has no name, whenever you and Casey talk about him, about that night it’s only in the vaguest of terms. HIM, HE… you never say his name outloud. Although in your dreams you scream it at him in anger, you moan it in ecstasy.
You admit to your dreams because Casey has admitted to the same thing and it’s a sad, sad day when you feel closer to Casey than you do to yourself.
On Thursday nights, the night before Poker Night the two of you leave Stan and Delilah to their own devices and spend that night together.
Planning, plotting. You’ll get HIM to come back to you, or at the very least tell you what happened the morning after that amazing night if you have to kick the other two out and tie him to his bed… although you just begin laughing, both of you hysterically because you both think the same thing at the same time.
He’d probably enjoy that to much and you don’t want him to have pleasure at this point.
At this point you both want him to suffer.
To suffer like both of you have suffered. Locked into relationships that you thought you wanted but ones that have now grown stale and old.
And you only went into them because HE started his first. Dating that teacher that he brings to Friday night as if she belongs there.
She doesn’t belong there, she’s not part of you and you can’t begin to count the ways that you hate her. Casey just smiles when you rant about her, about HIM. And you just smile when he does the same.
Its good that neither of you rants at the same time because Ms. Burke could be in trouble the day that happened.
Neither of you have bothered to find out what her real name is. Neither of you cared, if she has a name she becomes real and right now she’s just an obstacle.
Like Stan and Delilah.
In all the years that you watched and waited you never realized what an ass Stan could be until he told you that it looked bad for him that you hung out so much with Casey.
“People will talk Stoke’s… he’s Delilah’s boyfriend let her spend time with him.”
Casey had only given you that weak half smile and told you that Delilah had said almost the same thing to him.
Neither of you thought that you were being obvious. And then you both wonder if HE had noticed. He had to have because both of you have caught him watching, staring, lurking.
If he would just tell you what you had done wrong you could fix it and the three of you could be happy. Although you’re not sure how a three-way relationship would work and wouldn’t one of you feel awfully left out?
That’s when Casey flushes, feet tapping on the floor of your bedroom (because your parents trust Casey where Stan is only allowed to venture as far into the house as the living room and wait for you to join him) mumbling in a low voice that he’s been doing research.
He grabs his backpack and pours papers and books out in a tidal wave on your floor and you grin as you realize that he’s been doing this for a while.
The highlighter gives it away, he’s marked those items that were deemed correct for your situation and you kiss his shoulder as you move to sit closer to him.
You’d never been even the slightest bit attracted to Casey. Ever. But since that night his skin, his mouth have fascinated you. The only time you get to really touch him, to really kiss him is in this room where your parents (who trust Casey) sit one floor below you.
You wonder idly what they’ll say when you tell him that the two of you have been ‘cheating’ on the significant others that you’ve wanted for years. Even if you haven’t slept together since that night with HIM.
HE was the catalyst in your relationship and you both realized early on that you needed him there in order for things to work between you. He surprisingly enough balances both of you, completes both of you in a way that you thought Stan and Delilah would and hadn’t been able to.
The trick seemed to be convincing HIM of that fact. And that was taking to damn long.
Neither of you had thought that would be an issue. Even early on when he’d been avoiding both of you, any time that he had cause to have to be near enough to touch one of you eyes would become hazy and that lazy smirk that you’d never realized wasn’t shown to everyone would cross his face and you knew that he still wanted you both.
Even though he was denying both himself and you.
You think you could hate him if you didn’t want him so much.
Flipping through the research that Casey’s done, stifling a laugh as you try to determine exactly where he’d done it, you rest your head on his shoulder.
Here with him you feel peace.
You know you’d feel even more if the other part of you was here.
“Please don’t tell me that you did this at home,” Stokely murmured snuggling deeper into Casey’s side as he slid one arm around her shoulders. A half hug to tell her that he was still there even though he was slightly distracted by the papers strewn out before them.
“No… used the laptop… my dad doesn’t know I have it and…” Casey shrugged, digging through the pile. He was tired already of talking about the father he would never be good enough for and besides he had a couple of good ones to show her.
Stokely grinned as he dropped a stapled packet in her lap; he’d obviously really liked this one. Pink and blue highlighters practically lit up the entire front page. She knew without even asking that the pink was for her, the blue for him and HIM.
“Del almost caught me during lunch,” he confessed absently.
“I still don’t like her,” she muttered.
“I’m not liking her much right now either. I keep looking at her wondering why I had a crush on her for so long… she really is a bitch most of the time.”
“I could have told you that and you wouldn’t have had to go out with her,” she smirked.
“Like if I had told you that Stan was nothing but an airheaded jock and was going to use you that you’d listen to me,” he scowled at her. She lifted her head from his shoulder their eyes connecting for a minute before they both sighed.
“I would have told you to butt out…”
“I would have told you that it was none of your business…”
“What do you think HE would have said?” Casey asked his eyes lowering to the floor once more, hands skimming along the length of her leg before picking up another packet. Stokely sighed returning her head to his shoulder.
“I think if HE wasn’t such an ass we wouldn’t even be in this predicament in the first place.”
“What do you think really happened that morning? Two hours couldn’t have made that much of a difference…”
“I think he was in pain, you know from crashing his car into a bus, then finding out that MaryBeth was the alien, then being thrown into lockers and shit by her… maybe it just got to be to much, he’s probably just as scared and confused about all this as we are.”
“You really think HE gets confused?” Casey grinned at her. “Or even scared… you know barring that night?”
Stokely flipped through the packet in her lap a faint smile on her face. “I think he’s terminally confused… just like all of us,” she said softly. Scanning the page she had flipped to she traced a finger over diagram, highlighted in blue.
For HIM and Casey.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked quietly, not meeting his eyes staring at the page in front of her.
“You know you can.”
“Did it hurt?” her eyes rose to meet his and she watched as understanding flooded his face. “I mean I thought about it… about that night and you… neither of you looked like you were in pain when you…”
“When we fucked…” he murmured.
“Yeah… I’m asking this really badly,” she sighed. “It’s just… I know you want him, I know you want me… just like I want both of you and I…”
Casey was silent at first, eyes distant as that night flashed through his mind… although Stokely didn’t mind because the very same images were flashing through hers.
She could see them, Casey under HIM on hands and knees, her under Casey. Stroking his stomach, his face… him.
Kissing him when he dipped low enough.
She’d heard and felt the moans coming from him, saw the pleasure that had raced over his face as he’d come.
She could remember that identical look of pleasure when Casey had been making love to her, when he’d made love to HIM. When they’d all three been writhing together.
“It hurt at first,” Casey started quietly face flushing as he looked away, head bowed as he shifted next to her. “Not badly,” he reassured her as her mouth opened to issue platitudes for his suffering. “In fact I don’t really remember… you were there distracting me and Ze… HE was gentle… I didn’t think he had it in him to be gentle.”
“So you want to do it again,” she stated with a half-smile, watching as Casey flushed even a brighter red.
“Yeah.”
Leaning in close to him she placed an open-mouthed kiss on his neck, grinning as she felt the muscles in his arms vibrate with tension. They’d made a deal that nothing would happen until they had things sorted out with HIM. She didn’t know how much more either of them could take.
“So did I,” she murmured against his skin, her hands rose to turn him to face her. Hands cupping his face as she pressed kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his lips. “We need a plan.”