Poker Night 1/1 - Casey/Zeke/Stokely
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laniew1Part 3/5 of my Faculty series.
TITLE: Poker Night
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.
On normal weeks Zeke loved poker night. The fact that he was allowed to spend time with Casey and Stokely without it looking suspicious as he worked through the last minute details of his plan was only half of it.
The other fact was it gave him the opportunity to take money from the two people that were unknowingly keeping them from him.
Stan and Delilah.
He wondered if when everything was over and Casey and Stokely were back where they belonged if the other two would get back together.
He didn’t think so. Regardless of what he might think of Delilah he thought Stan was actually kind of a nice guy.
Kind of… though he was poaching on others territory. Zeke was willing to cut him a little slack because he didn’t know it.
Delilah on the other hand. He’d never really liked the female anyway. The fact that Casey was allowing her to drag him around by his balls annoyed the hell out of him.
The only one that should have that right was him… and Stokely because if they were going to be a happy threesome then he supposed he had to allow her access to him, just like he’d have to allow Casey access to her.
And part of him didn’t care. Watching them together that night had been the single most erotic site that he’d ever seen.
Ever.
When he closed his eyes, alone in his bed at night he replayed that entire night over and over again.
Well minus the idiotic way that he’d behaved the morning after. He had nightmares about that so he certainly didn’t include it in his alone time with the Casey and Stokely of his mind.
With the Casey and Stokely in his mind he’d, well not freaked out on them and they’d stayed.
Forever.
He frowned at the bag of chips in his hands, it was quite possible that he was turning into a sap. See this is what caring about people did to you…
Left you weak and sentimental. Hopefully the urge to spend the entire night licking their toes would pass once he had them back in his bed.
“Is he here yet?” Zeke just barely kept himself from jumping at the sound of Delilah’s shrill voice behind him. Cursing himself inwardly as he pasted a smile on his face in greeting and turned to meet one of his nemeses.
Wow she looked more than a little pissed off. Way to go Casey.
“Is who where?” he asked, masking his inward smirk with a concerned expression.
Delilah shot him a look that told him in no uncertain terms that she thought he was dumber than a box of rocks before she remembered herself and smiled sweetly.
“Casey.”
“Haven’t seen him yet,” Zeke shrugged turning his back on her as he opened cupboards, grabbing a bowl for the chips, a smaller one for the dip that Stokely would supply and plastic cups for the soda
It still irked him that Casey and Stokely refused alcohol, if he could get them drunk he would have had them in bed by now. But they both insisted on remaining sober so…
Well plan D was up now.
“Why?” he queried, careful to keep his tone as uninterested as possible. It was the way that he’d received most of his information about what was going on in Casey and Stokely’s lives. Delilah and Stan never even realized that they were supplying information to their adversary.
And he knew that neither Del or Stan approved of the friendship that had sprouted up between their significant others and both had gone to great lengths to try and stifle it.
It hadn’t worked of course.
“He was dodging me at school all day,” Delilah complained. “I almost caught up with him twice but I lost him once in the boys locker room and the second time… well I don’t have a clue where the hell he vanished to then. One minute he was there then he was gone. I think he’s avoiding me.”
Zeke fought back a chuckle because really… She thought he was an idiot and Casey was dodging her and she didn’t get it?
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he’s been spending all this time with Stokely. Supposedly they’re working on some project for their AP English class but…”
“You think he’s cheating on you with Stokely?” Zeke frowned at that thought, turning to face her brows furrowed as he thought through this new bit of information. The thought of the two of them together didn’t bother him, but it was supposed to be the three of them and if they had darted out and fallen in love than where did that leave him?
“Cheating on me? With Stokely?” the disbelief in her voice told Zeke exactly what she thought of that idea. “Casey wouldn’t dare.”
Zeke nodded turning his back to her once more, biting his lip to keep from laughing. He’d known that Delilah and Stan didn’t have the first clue what had happened that night… but with the way that Casey and Stokely weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they treated each other differently he would have thought that they would have at the very least been suspicious.
Of him, of Stokely, of Casey. Of course he hadn’t thought they treated each other differently either, but then Ms. Burke when they’d broken up had asked him point blank what was going on between the three of them.
And if she, one of the most clueless people that he’d ever met, had seen something he had to wonder why Delilah and Stan couldn’t see it.
“But Stokely’s up to something,” Delilah murmured softly, almost absently. Although Zeke knew that she knew exactly what she was doing and saying and to whom.
“You don’t know that,” he said not bothering to turn, because he didn’t want to have to temper his expression of anger. Stokely was only claiming what was hers, Casey was doing the same and soon he would also do the same.
Provided the other two didn’t hate him too much and try to cut him out of their lives totally.
“They spend Thursday nights together, supposedly working on that project. They’re always together at school, talking, touching. Whenever he’s not with me he’s with her, the two of them darting off to hide in the library or on the bleachers… I thought for a while that they were watching you practice but you quit the team and they still do that so…” Zeke turned at that, his expression carefully blank he folded his arms over his chest. “Casey’s mine, and I’ll be damned if that bitch is going to steal him from me after I’ve worked this hard to make that scrawny little nobody into a suitable boyfriend.”
“You’re not in love with him.”
“I care about him,” Delilah stated defensively.
“You care about him,” Zeke repeated slowly, he could feel the slow rise of anger within him and clenched his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out and smacking her.
Casey wasn’t a nobody, not anymore… he was a somebody now and he deserved a hell of a lot better than Delilah Profitt.
He deserved better than Zeke too. So did Stokely but they were his and he was keeping them.
“You care about him, you’re not in love with him, but you’re determined to hold onto him because you’ve made him ‘suitable’? What kind of shit is that Delilah?”
“He’s mine, I’m keeping him and I’ll do whatever it takes to do that,” she warned and Zeke just stared at her in silence.
He’d never considered the possibility that Delilah was psychotic.
“What are we talking about?” Stokely’s voice broke through their staring match and Zeke glanced away, eyes searching the room until they landed on her standing in the doorway leading to his former lab.
She looked good, black tank top, blue jeans, a white sweater. She’d stopped wearing the heavy make-up that had been part of her image before the attack and her face was fresh scrubbed and she looked innocent.
“What are we talking about?” she repeated when neither of them said anything, she shifted slightly on her feet as they stared at her.
“Okay… when you guys get your voices back and can move, Casey, Stan and I are in the lab setting up,” she shook her head and turned away, walking away from them muttering under her breath.
Zeke grabbed the bowl of chips, setting the smaller bowl on top he jerked his head at Delilah… a silent order to grab the cups that with a roll of her eyes she obeyed.
“She’s up to something,” she murmured in his ear as she followed him. “Wait and see.”
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Stokely flopped back down on the floor between Casey and Stan. Back against the couch she ignored Stan’s questioning look and instead glanced over at Casey.
Delilah thought that she was trying to steal Casey… which, well she was… but she couldn’t figure out why Delilah would go to Zeke, confide in him unless Delilah also thought that Zeke was up to something and this was her unsubtle way of warning him off.
It was almost exactly what Delilah had done to her… except with foul language.
“Was he up there?” Stan finally broke the silence.
“He was talking to Delilah,” Stokely was unable to keep the snide tone out of her voice. She hated everything about the other girl, always had. The fact that Casey was right now in a relationship with her just served to make her hate her more.
She’d been hovering just outside the door, she’d heard their voices and hadn’t wanted to interrupt them. Besides the fact that it was her chance to observe Zeke without him knowing it.
Then she’d heard Delilah… she didn’t love Casey, she’d told Zeke that she cared about him and Stokely would have given anything to see the expression on Zeke’s face when Delilah had made that little admission. The tone of his voice had been enough though, Zeke wasn’t impressed by the fact that Delilah ‘cared’.
Zeke had sounded pissed… but you had to know him really well in order to hear it in his voice.
And then Delilah had made her proclamation. That she would do whatever it took to keep Casey. The bitch saw him as her meal ticket and Stokely would see her rot in hell before she’d allow her to cash that ticket in. Casey was hers… and Zeke’s.
And neither one of them shared, unless they were sharing with one and another.
Thankfully Casey wasn’t sleeping with her so they didn’t have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy and shotgun wedding but…
She shuddered to think what was going through Delilah’s mind. And what would happen when Casey finally broke up with her.
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Poker night was going exactly the way that it went every week.
Two hours in and Stokely had curled up on the couch, falling asleep once she’d lost her allotted money to Zeke. She was always the first to bow out and while Stan tried to figure out what he was doing with his cards Zeke studied her.
He couldn’t figure out how Stan and Delilah were missing it. Stokely hadn’t curled up in Casey’s lap or anything… they weren’t being blatantly obvious about it… but Stokely had been petting Casey’s hair before she fell asleep.
And she went out of her way to make sure she wasn’t touching Stan.
Casey left the game next, moving away he had pulled a packet of papers from his bag and proceeded to ignore them.
Delilah left the game next, her money normally split between Zeke and Stan.
And that left Stan and him… who was now staring at him with a scowl firmly in place.
Shit.
It came as no surprise when Stan decided that he was done, throwing his cards down with a little more force then necessary. Casey and Delilah both stared at him with varying degrees of alarm while Zeke just slowly smirked.
Stan made a great show of checking his watch then turned to touch Stokely’s shoulder.
“Stoke’s,” he murmured softly.
She opened her eyes an inch then closed them again. “Tired,” she mumbled curling deeper into herself and away from Stan’s hand.
“You can leave her man… she wakes up I’ll drive her home,” Zeke offered, his most innocent ‘you can trust me’ look on his face. Stan’s frown deepened as he and Zeke faced off.
Finally Stan shrugged eyes hooded as he glanced over at Delilah who was staring at Zeke with narrowed eyes.
“Casey you need a ride?” Stan asked his eyes still focused on Zeke’s.
“I drove,” Delilah stated.
“Actually Case is staying here,” Zeke smirked, the other two were two busing staring at him with suspicious looks that they never saw Casey’s head pop up and his mouth open to refute that. Although no words emerged and he stared at Zeke with a confused expression on his face. “Working on labs for Biology for tomorrow… figured it’d be easier for him to stay here than have to come back tomorrow.”
“Oh…” Delilah’s eyes flitted between the two of them, then dropped to the unmoving form of Stokely curled up on the couch. “Whatever,” she sighed. “Are you coming Stan?”
“Yeah…” Stan glared at Zeke, eyes blank, face pale before he followed Delilah out.
Zeke stared after them, ignoring Casey for the time being as he waited for their car engines to start and pull away. Once they did his attention returned to the other male.
“Zeke what are you…” Casey started, his eyes nervously darted between Zeke, who was staring at him intently and Stokely whose eyes were opened in slits on the couch.
“You haven’t told them,” Zeke murmured softly as he moved closer to him, eyes hazy as he pinned Casey into place with his stare.
“Told them,” he repeated softly as Zeke came to a stop directly in front of him. “Told them what?”
“About us, about Stokely…” Zeke hesitated for a second then moved directly into Casey’s personal space. Leaning even closer his breath ghosted over Casey’s cheek and he involuntarily shivered. “About that night.”
“Why would we…”
“She touches you.”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“You don’t like her, you don’t smile when you’re with her, you don’t laugh… you don’t look happy.”
“I…”
“Stokely doesn’t look happy either… why are you with them if they don’t make you happy?” Zeke’s hand moved to grip his hips pulling him forward, their bodies pressed together. Casey’s eyes flickered over Zeke’s shoulder and saw Stokely moving silently off of the couch, walking towards them. “You’re not sleeping with them so it can’t be sex…”
“They want us,” Casey gasped as Zeke’s head bent, his lips grazing the side of his neck. Their bodies lined together he felt Zeke’s body jump when Stokely pressed up against his back. His grip tightening slightly on Casey’s hips before it relaxed and then Stokely’s fingers rested over Zeke’s both of them holding him now.
“What about me,” Zeke breathed against his neck, lips trailing up, tongue darting out to flick his ear before he nipped it with sharp teeth.
“You don’t want us,” Stokely reminded him gently even as her fingers laced together with his on Casey’s hips. Casey’s arms moved finally. One hand settling on Zeke’s hip, the other reaching around him to touch Stokely.
She was a reassuring presence in a very confusing time.
They hadn’t even had time to start implementing their plan, maybe Zeke had one of his own.
Stokely let go of one of Zeke’s hands in order to twine fingers with Casey’s, a tight squeeze as she rested her forehead on the back of Zeke’s shoulder. She could feel the slight twitches of muscle as he fought to remain still.
She wondered if he was fighting an instinctual need to flee or to fuck.
She hoped it was the latter… the evening might end on a better note than it had begun.
“I want you,” Zeke murmured as he pulled Casey even impossibly closer to him. Pulling his head away he stared down at him, wishing he could see both of them for this. Knowing that he would have this opportunity with Stokely soon.
Next.
But first…
He moved so slowly, so achingly slow that Casey thought for a moment that he was going to change his mind and flee. But the first tentative brush of lips against his had him gasping as Zeke did it again.
How could this be so familiar? So wanted? When Stokely and Zeke kissed him he wanted to offer himself to them on every level, wanted to own and be owned by them.
When Delilah tried to kiss him he felt nothing.
Then Zeke was deepening the kiss, he was as hungry for this as Casey and Stokely had been. Why had they been waiting again? They should have done this so much sooner.
He heard a moan, a whimper and couldn’t decide if it was coming from him or Zeke or Stokely.
A breathless Stokely behind Zeke, wrapping herself around them as if to protect them… waiting her turn as patiently as could be expected under the circumstances.
“Than take us… we’re yours.”
TITLE: Poker Night
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.
On normal weeks Zeke loved poker night. The fact that he was allowed to spend time with Casey and Stokely without it looking suspicious as he worked through the last minute details of his plan was only half of it.
The other fact was it gave him the opportunity to take money from the two people that were unknowingly keeping them from him.
Stan and Delilah.
He wondered if when everything was over and Casey and Stokely were back where they belonged if the other two would get back together.
He didn’t think so. Regardless of what he might think of Delilah he thought Stan was actually kind of a nice guy.
Kind of… though he was poaching on others territory. Zeke was willing to cut him a little slack because he didn’t know it.
Delilah on the other hand. He’d never really liked the female anyway. The fact that Casey was allowing her to drag him around by his balls annoyed the hell out of him.
The only one that should have that right was him… and Stokely because if they were going to be a happy threesome then he supposed he had to allow her access to him, just like he’d have to allow Casey access to her.
And part of him didn’t care. Watching them together that night had been the single most erotic site that he’d ever seen.
Ever.
When he closed his eyes, alone in his bed at night he replayed that entire night over and over again.
Well minus the idiotic way that he’d behaved the morning after. He had nightmares about that so he certainly didn’t include it in his alone time with the Casey and Stokely of his mind.
With the Casey and Stokely in his mind he’d, well not freaked out on them and they’d stayed.
Forever.
He frowned at the bag of chips in his hands, it was quite possible that he was turning into a sap. See this is what caring about people did to you…
Left you weak and sentimental. Hopefully the urge to spend the entire night licking their toes would pass once he had them back in his bed.
“Is he here yet?” Zeke just barely kept himself from jumping at the sound of Delilah’s shrill voice behind him. Cursing himself inwardly as he pasted a smile on his face in greeting and turned to meet one of his nemeses.
Wow she looked more than a little pissed off. Way to go Casey.
“Is who where?” he asked, masking his inward smirk with a concerned expression.
Delilah shot him a look that told him in no uncertain terms that she thought he was dumber than a box of rocks before she remembered herself and smiled sweetly.
“Casey.”
“Haven’t seen him yet,” Zeke shrugged turning his back on her as he opened cupboards, grabbing a bowl for the chips, a smaller one for the dip that Stokely would supply and plastic cups for the soda
It still irked him that Casey and Stokely refused alcohol, if he could get them drunk he would have had them in bed by now. But they both insisted on remaining sober so…
Well plan D was up now.
“Why?” he queried, careful to keep his tone as uninterested as possible. It was the way that he’d received most of his information about what was going on in Casey and Stokely’s lives. Delilah and Stan never even realized that they were supplying information to their adversary.
And he knew that neither Del or Stan approved of the friendship that had sprouted up between their significant others and both had gone to great lengths to try and stifle it.
It hadn’t worked of course.
“He was dodging me at school all day,” Delilah complained. “I almost caught up with him twice but I lost him once in the boys locker room and the second time… well I don’t have a clue where the hell he vanished to then. One minute he was there then he was gone. I think he’s avoiding me.”
Zeke fought back a chuckle because really… She thought he was an idiot and Casey was dodging her and she didn’t get it?
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he’s been spending all this time with Stokely. Supposedly they’re working on some project for their AP English class but…”
“You think he’s cheating on you with Stokely?” Zeke frowned at that thought, turning to face her brows furrowed as he thought through this new bit of information. The thought of the two of them together didn’t bother him, but it was supposed to be the three of them and if they had darted out and fallen in love than where did that leave him?
“Cheating on me? With Stokely?” the disbelief in her voice told Zeke exactly what she thought of that idea. “Casey wouldn’t dare.”
Zeke nodded turning his back to her once more, biting his lip to keep from laughing. He’d known that Delilah and Stan didn’t have the first clue what had happened that night… but with the way that Casey and Stokely weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they treated each other differently he would have thought that they would have at the very least been suspicious.
Of him, of Stokely, of Casey. Of course he hadn’t thought they treated each other differently either, but then Ms. Burke when they’d broken up had asked him point blank what was going on between the three of them.
And if she, one of the most clueless people that he’d ever met, had seen something he had to wonder why Delilah and Stan couldn’t see it.
“But Stokely’s up to something,” Delilah murmured softly, almost absently. Although Zeke knew that she knew exactly what she was doing and saying and to whom.
“You don’t know that,” he said not bothering to turn, because he didn’t want to have to temper his expression of anger. Stokely was only claiming what was hers, Casey was doing the same and soon he would also do the same.
Provided the other two didn’t hate him too much and try to cut him out of their lives totally.
“They spend Thursday nights together, supposedly working on that project. They’re always together at school, talking, touching. Whenever he’s not with me he’s with her, the two of them darting off to hide in the library or on the bleachers… I thought for a while that they were watching you practice but you quit the team and they still do that so…” Zeke turned at that, his expression carefully blank he folded his arms over his chest. “Casey’s mine, and I’ll be damned if that bitch is going to steal him from me after I’ve worked this hard to make that scrawny little nobody into a suitable boyfriend.”
“You’re not in love with him.”
“I care about him,” Delilah stated defensively.
“You care about him,” Zeke repeated slowly, he could feel the slow rise of anger within him and clenched his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out and smacking her.
Casey wasn’t a nobody, not anymore… he was a somebody now and he deserved a hell of a lot better than Delilah Profitt.
He deserved better than Zeke too. So did Stokely but they were his and he was keeping them.
“You care about him, you’re not in love with him, but you’re determined to hold onto him because you’ve made him ‘suitable’? What kind of shit is that Delilah?”
“He’s mine, I’m keeping him and I’ll do whatever it takes to do that,” she warned and Zeke just stared at her in silence.
He’d never considered the possibility that Delilah was psychotic.
“What are we talking about?” Stokely’s voice broke through their staring match and Zeke glanced away, eyes searching the room until they landed on her standing in the doorway leading to his former lab.
She looked good, black tank top, blue jeans, a white sweater. She’d stopped wearing the heavy make-up that had been part of her image before the attack and her face was fresh scrubbed and she looked innocent.
“What are we talking about?” she repeated when neither of them said anything, she shifted slightly on her feet as they stared at her.
“Okay… when you guys get your voices back and can move, Casey, Stan and I are in the lab setting up,” she shook her head and turned away, walking away from them muttering under her breath.
Zeke grabbed the bowl of chips, setting the smaller bowl on top he jerked his head at Delilah… a silent order to grab the cups that with a roll of her eyes she obeyed.
“She’s up to something,” she murmured in his ear as she followed him. “Wait and see.”
Stokely flopped back down on the floor between Casey and Stan. Back against the couch she ignored Stan’s questioning look and instead glanced over at Casey.
Delilah thought that she was trying to steal Casey… which, well she was… but she couldn’t figure out why Delilah would go to Zeke, confide in him unless Delilah also thought that Zeke was up to something and this was her unsubtle way of warning him off.
It was almost exactly what Delilah had done to her… except with foul language.
“Was he up there?” Stan finally broke the silence.
“He was talking to Delilah,” Stokely was unable to keep the snide tone out of her voice. She hated everything about the other girl, always had. The fact that Casey was right now in a relationship with her just served to make her hate her more.
She’d been hovering just outside the door, she’d heard their voices and hadn’t wanted to interrupt them. Besides the fact that it was her chance to observe Zeke without him knowing it.
Then she’d heard Delilah… she didn’t love Casey, she’d told Zeke that she cared about him and Stokely would have given anything to see the expression on Zeke’s face when Delilah had made that little admission. The tone of his voice had been enough though, Zeke wasn’t impressed by the fact that Delilah ‘cared’.
Zeke had sounded pissed… but you had to know him really well in order to hear it in his voice.
And then Delilah had made her proclamation. That she would do whatever it took to keep Casey. The bitch saw him as her meal ticket and Stokely would see her rot in hell before she’d allow her to cash that ticket in. Casey was hers… and Zeke’s.
And neither one of them shared, unless they were sharing with one and another.
Thankfully Casey wasn’t sleeping with her so they didn’t have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy and shotgun wedding but…
She shuddered to think what was going through Delilah’s mind. And what would happen when Casey finally broke up with her.
Poker night was going exactly the way that it went every week.
Two hours in and Stokely had curled up on the couch, falling asleep once she’d lost her allotted money to Zeke. She was always the first to bow out and while Stan tried to figure out what he was doing with his cards Zeke studied her.
He couldn’t figure out how Stan and Delilah were missing it. Stokely hadn’t curled up in Casey’s lap or anything… they weren’t being blatantly obvious about it… but Stokely had been petting Casey’s hair before she fell asleep.
And she went out of her way to make sure she wasn’t touching Stan.
Casey left the game next, moving away he had pulled a packet of papers from his bag and proceeded to ignore them.
Delilah left the game next, her money normally split between Zeke and Stan.
And that left Stan and him… who was now staring at him with a scowl firmly in place.
Shit.
It came as no surprise when Stan decided that he was done, throwing his cards down with a little more force then necessary. Casey and Delilah both stared at him with varying degrees of alarm while Zeke just slowly smirked.
Stan made a great show of checking his watch then turned to touch Stokely’s shoulder.
“Stoke’s,” he murmured softly.
She opened her eyes an inch then closed them again. “Tired,” she mumbled curling deeper into herself and away from Stan’s hand.
“You can leave her man… she wakes up I’ll drive her home,” Zeke offered, his most innocent ‘you can trust me’ look on his face. Stan’s frown deepened as he and Zeke faced off.
Finally Stan shrugged eyes hooded as he glanced over at Delilah who was staring at Zeke with narrowed eyes.
“Casey you need a ride?” Stan asked his eyes still focused on Zeke’s.
“I drove,” Delilah stated.
“Actually Case is staying here,” Zeke smirked, the other two were two busing staring at him with suspicious looks that they never saw Casey’s head pop up and his mouth open to refute that. Although no words emerged and he stared at Zeke with a confused expression on his face. “Working on labs for Biology for tomorrow… figured it’d be easier for him to stay here than have to come back tomorrow.”
“Oh…” Delilah’s eyes flitted between the two of them, then dropped to the unmoving form of Stokely curled up on the couch. “Whatever,” she sighed. “Are you coming Stan?”
“Yeah…” Stan glared at Zeke, eyes blank, face pale before he followed Delilah out.
Zeke stared after them, ignoring Casey for the time being as he waited for their car engines to start and pull away. Once they did his attention returned to the other male.
“Zeke what are you…” Casey started, his eyes nervously darted between Zeke, who was staring at him intently and Stokely whose eyes were opened in slits on the couch.
“You haven’t told them,” Zeke murmured softly as he moved closer to him, eyes hazy as he pinned Casey into place with his stare.
“Told them,” he repeated softly as Zeke came to a stop directly in front of him. “Told them what?”
“About us, about Stokely…” Zeke hesitated for a second then moved directly into Casey’s personal space. Leaning even closer his breath ghosted over Casey’s cheek and he involuntarily shivered. “About that night.”
“Why would we…”
“She touches you.”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“You don’t like her, you don’t smile when you’re with her, you don’t laugh… you don’t look happy.”
“I…”
“Stokely doesn’t look happy either… why are you with them if they don’t make you happy?” Zeke’s hand moved to grip his hips pulling him forward, their bodies pressed together. Casey’s eyes flickered over Zeke’s shoulder and saw Stokely moving silently off of the couch, walking towards them. “You’re not sleeping with them so it can’t be sex…”
“They want us,” Casey gasped as Zeke’s head bent, his lips grazing the side of his neck. Their bodies lined together he felt Zeke’s body jump when Stokely pressed up against his back. His grip tightening slightly on Casey’s hips before it relaxed and then Stokely’s fingers rested over Zeke’s both of them holding him now.
“What about me,” Zeke breathed against his neck, lips trailing up, tongue darting out to flick his ear before he nipped it with sharp teeth.
“You don’t want us,” Stokely reminded him gently even as her fingers laced together with his on Casey’s hips. Casey’s arms moved finally. One hand settling on Zeke’s hip, the other reaching around him to touch Stokely.
She was a reassuring presence in a very confusing time.
They hadn’t even had time to start implementing their plan, maybe Zeke had one of his own.
Stokely let go of one of Zeke’s hands in order to twine fingers with Casey’s, a tight squeeze as she rested her forehead on the back of Zeke’s shoulder. She could feel the slight twitches of muscle as he fought to remain still.
She wondered if he was fighting an instinctual need to flee or to fuck.
She hoped it was the latter… the evening might end on a better note than it had begun.
“I want you,” Zeke murmured as he pulled Casey even impossibly closer to him. Pulling his head away he stared down at him, wishing he could see both of them for this. Knowing that he would have this opportunity with Stokely soon.
Next.
But first…
He moved so slowly, so achingly slow that Casey thought for a moment that he was going to change his mind and flee. But the first tentative brush of lips against his had him gasping as Zeke did it again.
How could this be so familiar? So wanted? When Stokely and Zeke kissed him he wanted to offer himself to them on every level, wanted to own and be owned by them.
When Delilah tried to kiss him he felt nothing.
Then Zeke was deepening the kiss, he was as hungry for this as Casey and Stokely had been. Why had they been waiting again? They should have done this so much sooner.
He heard a moan, a whimper and couldn’t decide if it was coming from him or Zeke or Stokely.
A breathless Stokely behind Zeke, wrapping herself around them as if to protect them… waiting her turn as patiently as could be expected under the circumstances.
“Than take us… we’re yours.”