High Society

The days before the ‘big event’ went by way too slowly, in Casey’s estimation. He woke on Wednesday, excited, thinking that he, Noah and Stephen would be leaving in a few hours. It’d taken Zeke being roused from sleep by squeaky dresser drawers and asking, “The hell you doin’ up and dressed so early?” for Casey to realize he was over a day early in his thoughts. It had left him grumpy for the rest of the day into night; his only consolation had been that Wednesday ended up slow and easy.



Now that it was THE day, Casey had gotten up early yet again and gotten dressed. And, once again, Zeke had grumbled awake when Casey dropped his shoes in a loud clatter. “God… early again,” he said into his pillow.



“Only this time, I’ve reason for it,” Casey happily replied.



“What reason’s that? You’ve got hours.” Zeke yawned heavily and went onto his back. Zeke’s usual first business of the day came in the form of a cigarette; Casey felt the urge for one as well, so he lit up with him. Zeke drew in his first puff, looked to Casey and let it out slowly. “Wanna paint after breakfast?”



“Oh. Dunno… I might need to get ready.”



“Case. Hours. Like I said.”



“Well… maybe, then. C’mon now, let me be excited--”



A knock fell on the door, followed by Noah peeking in. He was dressed as well, wearing his best clothes and a broad smile. Casey waved him in, grinning back and signing ‘Morning!’ Zeke, however, rolled his eyes.



“We haven’t even eaten yet, for god’s sake,” he said.



“Stop being a spoil-sport, you,” Casey said.



Noah plopped down at the foot of Casey’s bed to ‘gab’, while Zeke got to a stand. Groaning and grabbing his privates for the usual ‘morning scratch’, he left the room. Casey watched him go, sighing. With a shake of his head, he turned to Noah. ‘He’s just moody,’ he said.



‘How shocking!’



Chuckling, Casey settled back onto his pillows. ‘So… are you ready?’ he asked.



‘As I’ll ever be. What do you think we’ll be doing--or posing?’



‘Whatever it is, it’ll be creative. Hope so, anyway.’



Noah smiled. ‘What do you hope for?’



“Hmm…” Casey hummed to himself. His skin tingled in remembering the things Timothy had told him. ‘He may tie us up, restrain us. I’d like that, a lot.’



Noah’s eyes flared with obvious excitement. ‘I once had someone do that with me. Oh, it was good.’ The boy hummed, deep and low in his throat. ‘But Timothy is more of a professional. The things he could do…’



‘I know. He blindfolded me that night; the sensations were incredible.’



‘Oh, that’d be wonderful too!’



The boys giggled together and continued going over the possibilities. From bondage to hot wax (something Noah assured Casey was fantastic, from his own experience), Casey felt his body growing warmer and warmer. It made him think of how just months before, he’d been poor, downtrodden but an innocent. None of that existed for him anymore, and even with the occasional problem or ‘situation’, his life was better for it.





~*~





“Well, at LEAST we get to have a fun day out,” James said while twirling his scarf around his neck.



“Yea… but you’re gonna roast in that thing.” Henry motioned to James’ scarf. “It’s nice out. Just a coat’ll do.”



“Oh?”



“It’s still--”



“‘Not fair’, yes, we get it, Danny,” Casey interrupted. Though Danny gave him narrow eyes and blew a raspberry at him, nothing could dampen Casey’s mood, especially after he and Noah had learned that they wouldn’t be taking the train or walking. Everyone had been green with envy when Stephen had told Noah and Casey that they’d be taking his car--a Packard Twelve Coupe Roadster, to be specific. They would certainly be high society on this day.



Zeke sauntered over to the couch where Casey sat and perched on the arm of it. He was smoking yet another cigarette, something he’d been doing all morning, one after the other. Staring off into space, he sighed and asked, “You ready?”



“Yep,” Casey replied. He saw motion in the hall and strained his neck to look; just Sam, stopping to stand near the archway. Impatience was growing… wasn’t Stephen ready yet? Granted it was only twelve-fifteen…



The sudden knock at the front door made everyone pause and look over. Sam frowned and went over to answer it.



“Hello?”



“Hello! Message for a… Mr. Stephen Harris?”



Jamie, closest to the archway, peeked out at the door. “It’s a courier,” he hissed to the group.



A courier? Casey looked to Noah, the only one who hadn’t noticed the happenings. Before he could tell him anything, he saw Stephen walking over, frowning as well. “Hello, I’m Mr. Harris…?”



“Message for you, Sir; from a Mr. Tad Fenwick.”



Tad… Timothy’s brother. Casey tensed his jaw as Stephen thanked the courier, followed by the sound of coins and a “Thank ya kindly!” Everyone stayed in their spots as Stephen stepped into the room slowly, opening an envelope. The man took out the contents and read to himself a moment before sighing sadly.



“Well… looks like our outing has been canceled,” he said.



“Huh?” Zeke said.



Stephen pursed his lips and shook his head. “A disappointment, but… we’re rather lucky,” he said. “It looks as if the commissioner IS working hard.”



“What… do you mean?” Casey asked. Stephen lifted the letter and cocked an eyebrow.



“Someone must have tipped him off to ‘goings-on’ at Tim and Tad’s studio. They ended up having a slew of cops drop in to do a search. I don’t know how they managed to send off a notice to us, letting us know, but…” he paused and folded the letter back into the envelope. “They say that everything’s all right--Timothy had assured me that they keep all ‘proof’ in an entirely different place, but who knows what could happen.”



“Wow… ‘hope they’re going to be all right,” James said. He glanced around the room and raised his eyebrows. “And I suppose we ARE lucky; or at least, Casey and Noah are.”



Defeated, Casey sank into the cushions and folded his arms over his chest. He looked to Noah, who gave him a look of confusion. An explanation was needed, of course, and Casey gave it with great disappointment. Noah sank into his seat as well, frowning, then shook his head.



“So… you boys can still have a nice day out, anyway. Nothing wrong with that. Just… maybe be more on your guard,” Stephen said. This raised eyebrows around the room; Stephen put up his hands and shook his head. “No, we’re not in any immediate danger. But if you were to talk too openly out in public, if anyone overheard or even thought something was amiss--it’s just something we need to be more wary about.”



“’K,” Zeke mumbled, sounding unsure as he cast Casey a concerned glance.



“All right. I’ll be back in a minute; let me just go talk to the staff, inform them of the goings-on. After that, we’ll let you boys spend a nice afternoon out.” With that, Stephen smiled and left the room. The buzzing began when they were sure he was gone.



“So, Danny… that jealous, huh?” Henry said.



“Huh?” Danny said.



“You HAD to tip them off, all because it was ‘so unfair!’” Henry replied with a mischievous grin. Danny dropped his jaw.



“Oh, can it! I so did not!”



“Um, kidding…?”



“I’m sorry, you two,” Jamie turned his attention to Noah and Casey, a sad smile on his face. “We all know you were looking forward to this.”



“Well… maybe another time, right?” Casey said.



“’Jealous as I was, I was looking forward to seeing these photos,” Danny said. His silly grin returned. “The positions he would’ve put you in, immortalized on film. Oh, sigh.”



“Then maybe WE would’ve gotten turns. Hmm. Dunno if I’d have gone for it, but…” Henry said. “Maybe.”



“Another time, another time,” Casey said. He looked to Noah to ask what he’d like to do today, but stopped when he noticed the deep concentration and thought in his face. ‘What?’ he asked.



Noah blinked furiously then sat up to sign, ‘I have a camera.’



‘Yes?’



‘It’s nothing like the brothers have, I’m sure, but it’s good enough.’ The wide grin that formed on Noah’s face spoke volumes; Casey read his thoughts completely and smiled back.



“You mean… oh, no…” he said aloud.



“What? What’s he sayin’?” Danny asked.





~*~





Stephen’s approval sent the boys straight up the stairs to the second floor, all to cram themselves into the best room of the house. Everyone had been taken up here many times, but it was different now. Instead of the drudgery of work, it was time for play. James flopped onto the bed wrapped in slippery red silk and stretched. “This… is going to be fun,” he said.



“Loads!” Danny replied. He looked around the room and sighed. “I’d forgotten about Noah’s camera; ‘wonder how those shots of me licking the toilets came out.”



“Ew, stop it… don’t ruin the mood,” Henry said.



“WHAT mood?”



Noah then returned, camera in one hand, three rolls of film in the other. Jamie smiled. “That’s a nice camera. You must’ve spent… oh.” He paused and coughed into his hand. “Casey, ask him how much that darling machine cost.”



“No! Jesus,” Casey said, chuckling. “Rude.”



Noah smiled his way over to the dressing table and began putting things together. Once he was through, he looked around the room and pursed his lips. ‘Where’s Zeke?’ he asked Casey.



“Oh…” Casey looked to the half-opened doorway. “He said he wanted to change. I’ll go get him.”



“Yes oh yes, please, we’re going to need his broody, frowny face in these shots,” Danny teased.



Casey rolled his eyes but smiled; they DID, in a way. He left the room and headed to the dorm floor, finding his and Zeke’s door shut. He knocked once upon it then stepped in. “Zeke?” he said. Looking to Zeke’s bed, he frowned at the sight of the older boy, stretched out upon it and reading.



“Hmm?”



“Aren’t you… coming downstairs for the fun?” Casey asked.



“‘The fun’? Hah… I don’t think so.”



“Why not?”



Zeke sighed and put the opened book on his chest; he cast a bored look Casey’s way. “This whole… photo-shoot thing. It was supposed to be you and Noah, not every silly, stupid boy in this place,” he said. “Certainly not me. Or rather, definitely not me.”



“Oh, please. ‘Definitely not’? That’s silly,” Casey replied. He smiled wide and sat at the foot of Zeke’s bed. “You’re a perfect specimen, and you know it. Photogenic, even.”



“Uh huh.”



“You are. C’mon now, have some fun for once.”



“Um, I DO have fun. I read, go out on Sundays like everyone else…”



“But not like THIS, dummy,” Casey said. “It’s not like we’re going to tie each other up and get disgusting. Who knows if we’ll even take nude shots? Danny seems more fond of the ridiculous--you KNOW he’s going to make stupid faces.”



Zeke snorted and half-smiled. “Yea, and I really wanna be a part of that.”



“Zeke… just… come on. Have fun. Anyway…” Casey leaned in, broadening his smile. “…It’d be nice, playing with you on film.”



“Ohh, riiiight…” Zeke said in a drawl. “Then we’re going to run to the nearest photo-developer and get them printed without jail sentences.”



Casey rolled his eyes and slumped back against the backboard. “Even if we DON’T ever develop them… and like we said, as long as Timothy isn’t caught and they don’t shut his business down, he’d do it for us, no problem. Anyway, it’s just for fun. Please?”



Zeke paused, obviously thinking it over. After a moment or two passed he sighed, slammed the book shut and sat up. “Fine. But I’m not going to get crazy like you guys will. I’ll play background.”



“You’re such a brat,” Casey said, smiling as he pulled the boy up to a stand.





~*~





“Okay, what do we do first?”



Casey relayed Jamie’s question to Noah from the bed, where he, James and Henry were splayed around haphazardly over the rumpled sheets. ‘Just… act natural!’ Noah replied.



“I suppose we’re to ‘act natural’,” Casey said. He laid his head on Henry’s lap, just as Danny hopped up to get next to James.



“Snap away!” he said, bouncing, causing the others to shake and bounce with him.



“Ouch! My hand!” James said, yelping as he drew his hand out from under Danny’s knee.



‘Tell Danny to settle down! This camera isn’t good for action shots, Jesus!’ Noah told Casey, who laughed aloud.



“Just pose, Danny,” Casey said. He also stretched and lay still, smiling at Noah.



“How so?”



“The queen of seduction you’re not,” Henry said; he too stretched languidly and propped his head up on his hand. “A’right, Noah. Let’s go.”



Noah smiled and moved back to get a wide shot of the four boys. After two pictures were taken, he hustled to the foot of the bed. Danny grinned and reached around James to place a hand on Casey’s chest. “Let’s make these more interesting, shall we?” he asked while hiking-up the shirt Casey wore, revealing his belly. Fingers sneaked past the cloth to pinch a nipple, making Casey yelp and giggle just as Noah took the next shot.



“You brat!” Casey said.



“What?? I didn’t agree to this to do nothing but sit like a statue,” Danny said. “In fact, why the hell are we wearing shirts to begin with? Off!”



It did make sense. Casey and the others followed suit; once nude from the waist up, Casey looked across the room to where Zeke and Jamie sat, chatting idly and smoking. “Are you two just going to sit there?” he asked.



“Yup,” Zeke said. He straightened his long legs and crossed them at the ankles, eyes narrowing as he took a drag from his cigarette.



“Now THAT’S a hot shot,” Henry said, nodding to Zeke’s unintended pose.



“Huh? He didn’t even take his shoes off, fer Chrissakes,” Danny said.



Casey grinned, agreeing with Henry. Zeke could be wearing rags and do nothing but sit in a chair and he’d make anyone with hormones sweat.



“Jamie, get in his lap!” James commanded. He looked to Noah and pointed to the two. “Get a shot of that!”



Noah looked over and chuckled, but Casey’s insides went stone-like in watching Jamie giggle and crawl up onto Zeke’s lap. Though Zeke stayed still, his small smile made it obvious that he was enjoying this. Casey wanted to look away but, much like a train wreck, he stayed watching while Noah moved to them and began shooting. Jamie, his back to Zeke’s front, head leaning back over his shoulder, took Zeke’s cigarette from his lips and enjoyed a long drag… god, it DID look nice, and it ate Casey alive.



“I gotta get in on this…”



“Danny, don’t ruin it!”



James’ protesting did nothing, of course. The boy hopped over and plopped himself down on Zeke’s free knee, a goofy grin on his face. Noah groaned and shook his head. “What? I’m making it better!” Danny said.



“Oh, sure…” Henry said, though Casey smiled, pleased that the annoying young man was making Jamie and Zeke’s little ‘show’ less than sexual. It changed when Danny, being Danny, grabbed Zeke’s chin and forced a sloppy, wet kiss upon his lips--still, it wasn’t Jamie, or anyone else that Casey took seriously. Noah giggled loudly and made more click-flashes fill the air.



“Mmm… hot,” Danny said as he drew away, licking his lips and making a wolfish grin. Zeke rolled his eyes.



“Sure…”



“No, Danny--THIS… is hot.”



Casey was unable to help a hard frown, watching Jamie taking a turn, grabbing Zeke up in a searing-with-passion kiss. For someone who’d kicked up a mild tantrum about doing this, Zeke looked like he was enjoying himself, reciprocating without complaint. Danny cooed and leaned back against Zeke’s other shoulder, plucking the cigarette from Jamie’s fingers to enjoy. That added to the atmosphere, especially when Danny’s smile disappeared and he put on a faraway expression. If Casey were to interrupt this scene, his jealousy would look obvious--at least he thought it would. He chose to finally look away and smile at James, ignoring the continuous sounds and flashes coming from the camera. “I’ll bet we could do better…?”



“Ooh, bet we can,” the boy replied. He giggled lightly and slipped his hand down Casey’s front. “Open your legs, sweetheart.”



Gladly. Casey parted his knees and smiled as James felt his way down until his fingers were splayed over his inner thigh, inches away from his groin. Henry took note of this, cocking an eyebrow.



“Quite a feast,” he said, then moved on his side and shimmied in between Casey’s knees. Casey shuddered and his smile faded when Henry began placing kisses onto his exposed stomach, all while James sealed the deal and put his hand over the bulge growing between Casey’s legs.



“Oh…”



“Ooh, Noah, over there!” Danny cried.



‘Yes, Noah… over here,’ Casey thought. He tried his best to keep a cocky smile off of his face when he saw Jamie and Zeke stop their act and look over. Noah hopped over, pleased as punch to have new subjects. A ‘boy buffet’--that’s what Casey was made out to be, and he couldn’t have loved it more… though if Zeke were to join in…



The young man sat watching, Jamie slipping from his lap to rest on the floor between Zeke’s calves. It didn’t look as if the broody thing was going to make a move and stake any claims on Casey’s body, but Casey enjoyed his gaze. It wasn’t one of jealousy, but calm admiration. His eyes were soft, blinking slowly as Casey squirmed from the two boys laying hands and mouths on him. He’d never had Henry in any which way, but oh, he was nice… very nice, especially when he nibbled along Casey’s side, lapping at every hard nip he took along the way. That was when Noah lowered the camera and walked over; with a quick flick of his wrist, he undid the buttons of Casey’s slacks, smiled like the devil and backed up to continue the photo taking.



“Hmm…” James hummed as he kissed Casey’s temple and slid his hand past the opened flaps. Casey moaned and twisted his hips, his cock getting attention full-on with deft fingers.



“OH damn…” Henry suddenly exclaimed, turning his head in a snap to look behind him. “How’d I know it was you?”



The sound of Danny’s giggling made the rest of them chuckle along. Henry gasped again; Casey looked over the rise of his back to his ass, seeing Danny bite through the cloth of Henry’s pants then made a long lick over the fabric to the waist. “You looked lonely, back here,” Danny said, his voice losing the usual silliness to melt into a seductive, smooth tone. He certainly was intent on ‘curing’ Henry’s woes, judging by the sounds Henry made.



In a complicated, body-twisting maneuver, James bent Casey up and lowered his face down to Henry. Four bodies curled into each other, Casey getting sandwiched to the point of discomfort. He snorted and slipped away from them all, panting and twisting his way out. He left the three behind and lit a cigarette, dizzy with pleasure; he then looked up to see Zeke smiling drowsily at him. Casey winked then stilled; Zeke was curling his finger at him in silent invitation. Exactly what Casey had wanted, waited for. The situation grew even more desirable when Jamie decided to replace Casey’s involvement on the bed, crawling over to get on the mattress. It left Zeke alone… all Casey’s. Noah seemed to notice, biting his smile as Casey padded over.



“Yeees?” Casey said once in front of Zeke, bumping his knees against his. Zeke parted them and curled a finger into one of the belt loops of Casey’s pants.



“C’mere,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, his breath feeling hot against Casey’s stomach as he was drawn in. Casey felt hot, hypnotized, caramelized. He kept his wits about him enough to not fall over Zeke with what would be a very graceless display of clumsiness. Instead, he managed to bend a knee, place it along one side of Zeke then bring the other up, all to perch himself on Zeke’s strong thighs.



“Now what?” Casey playfully asked.



“Noah, where you… ohh…”



Danny’s question made Casey glance to the right; Noah had now crept over, replacing the used-up film with a new canister quickly. Casey smiled and lowered himself, each elbow bending to rest over Zeke’s shoulder and back of his chair. Their noses brushed together, hot breath mixing… “What…?” Casey asked. No sooner had he spoken the word, Zeke extended his tongue to make a slow, wet lick along his lower lip.



Click-flash… Casey shuddered out a moan and sank into it, letting his own tongue emerge. Zeke met him halfway; their lips parted together and tongues swirled over and against each other in the open air between them. After a few blissful moments, Zeke brought up his hand to take the back of Casey’s head and pull him in, their mouths latching on and sucking in deep with each small curl and twist against each other. The clicking and flashing made Casey’s skin feel like it was on fire. It was easier than ever to picture this going further… MUCH further.



“N’aw, that’s pretty,” Henry said.



“Shut up and kiss me…”



Casey ignored the voices around them… no, no one was here with them right now. He and Zeke were off in some distant land where no one could reach them, see them, any-thing. Perhaps they were on a beach of some deserted island, making love close enough to the water that it lapped over their toes. The fantasizing made Casey turn his head and make the kiss go deeper; a quick opening of his eyes revealed that Noah had moved back to the bed, to film… whatever. Casey shut them again and mouthed Zeke as if he hadn’t eaten in days. It grew to be too much; Casey, head spinning, lips tingling and kiss-bruised, he turned his head to press their cheeks together. Zeke’s hand was running over his bare back, up and down his spine in slow swoops. Casey wanted more. “Touch me,” he whispered in Zeke’s ear. He heard a hard swallow roll up and down Zeke’s throat, then felt the hand on his back cup one side of his ass. Though it was exhilarating, Casey was trembling from want. “More. Under… underneath…”



“Casey--” Zeke murmured, but his voice cut off with a choke when Casey reached down between them to his groin. Feeling the hard, unforgiving ridge that had formed there, Casey hissed and pressed himself into Zeke. He kept his hand between Zeke’s legs, hoping to excite Zeke into doing something--anything--more than just simple touches. “C-Case… stop.”



“Do you wanna fuck me?” Casey asked.



Zeke swallowed again and nuzzled Casey’s cheek with his nose. “Yes. And we can’t. Okay?”



“All right then. But the usual rules apply, boys.” Stephen’s one and only rule was making Casey crazy. Besides buttons being undone, the pants had to stay on. No full-nudes were to be taken on this day. It was one thing to go to a professional studio where Stephen watched on with a careful eye, but this… if he knew Casey’s affections for Zeke, he’d never have allowed this at all. “If you can’t fuck me… then just touch me. Please…” Casey said. He waited through the small moment of silence that followed, fingers trembling around Zeke’s cock and breath held, but he let it out in a rush when Zeke finally brought his hand to his aching hard shaft and rubbed it through the fabric.



Though Casey wanted nothing more than to throw off the damned clothing, tear Zeke free and bring him to the floor to get it over with, this… it was so good. Realizing that it was the first time they’d come in such close contact, Casey felt a swoon and needed to put his head on Zeke’s shoulder. “Want you to fuck me… want you inside…”



“Case,” Zeke said with a shaky chuckle.



“Let me just say it,” Casey curtly replied.



Zeke sighed and pet Casey’s hair, his nails scratching against Casey’s scalp. “We’d be on the bed, no one else here…” he breathed into Casey’s ear, taking a quick, playful nip on it before continuing. “…Door locked. Get you on your knees, ass up… I’d spread you wide and ream your sweet hole, and good.”



Everything in Casey’s body quaked as if he was made of tectonic plates gone awry. He didn’t realize what was happening until he felt sweat form on his temples, forehead and underarms, a sure sign that… the pants he wore suddenly felt way too hot and… wet? Oh god, no…



“Did he just…?”



“He did?”



“Oh good fuck, he DID!”



The room erupted with laughter as Casey drew away from Zeke wearing a shocked and terrified expression. “Fuck,” he murmured. Zeke looked incredibly pleased with himself, smiling like the cat who’d got the cream. And he had, hadn’t he?



“Zeke, what did you do to him??” James cried through bellowing laughs.



“He’s just a sensitive boy,” Zeke said. The wink he gave Casey made the boy want to smack him.



“Aw, lemmee see!”



Danny was suddenly there, trying to pry them apart. Panicked and embarrassed, Casey plastered himself against Zeke and gave Danny an evil glare. “Leave me alone! It wasn’t… I didn’t…”



“Knock, knock!”



Everyone shot up from their lying positions or whirled around on their heels to look at the door; Stephen stood there, hand on the doorknob and a wide smile on his face. “Just making sure. Is everything fine and dandy?” he asked.



Danny went to open his mouth, of course, but Zeke cleared his throat and answered first. “Boring as hell. Can’t you find better rent-boys than these dopes, Mr. Harris?”



“Ah, sure, Mr. Tyler. I’ll go ahead and put a full-page ad in the Times. ‘Til then, carry on,” Stephen said. He gave one last smile of warning then left, shutting the door behind him.



“Ooh, if he kneeew…” Danny said in a sing-song voice.



“Good thing you didn’t spout off!” James said.



Casey slumped, not caring if anyone saw the glistening sheen he’d left on his and Zeke’s bellies. He let his forehead rest on Zeke’s chest as he panted and let the aftershocks course through him. “God damn it…” he murmured. Zeke chuckled, patted his back and kissed the top of his head.



“You’re so cute,” he said.



“Aw, lovebirds!” Danny said.



“Shuddup,” Casey replied, though he didn’t mind the title, of course.





~*~





Noah lie on the bed, wheezing and his eyes wide with shock. Jamie, James and Henry finally moved away from him, eyes shining with mischief still. “Get that?” James asked Danny, who stood by the bed with the camera grinning like an idiot.



“OH yea. Sure did. You’re talking to a newly-born expert erotica-photographer, after all,” he replied.



“Sure, sure. That’s why there’s going to be three or four shots of just your face in that roll,” Casey said. “Still seeing spots, or what?”



“Hey, I was an amateur then! Now? Hah.” Danny checked the camera and nodded. “I think we’re done.”



“Aw…” James whined. “I was having SO much fun.”



Casey grinned and went over to Noah, who was still stuck in dreamland. He wasn’t used to being mobbed by lust-hungry boys, apparently. Sighing, Casey took his hand and helped him up. ‘How was it?’ he asked.



‘What?’



‘Oh, they got you good!’ Casey giggled more and sat down next to the boy, all to prop him up against his side. While playing with Noah’s hair, Casey looked across the room to where Zeke stood, trying to find his lighter amongst the wreckage of shirts, shoes, socks and things that had gotten knocked over during their play. Casey brought his out and motioned for Zeke to come over. “Here, ‘save you some time,” he said.



“I gotta find the fucker, though…” Zeke said, but he took the invitation anyway. He got on Casey’s other side, making Noah and Casey scoot over to fit him in. Danny put the camera on the side table next to Noah and smiled at him.



“That was a LOT of fun. Case, tell Noah--lotta fun.”



With pleasure--Casey signed away, making Noah grin and give Danny a weary-looking thumbs-up. James grabbed Noah’s big toe and played with it. “He’s just chock full of right-fine ideas, ain’t ‘e?” he said.



“Damn right… shit, what time is it?” Henry twisted his wrist around to look at his watch. “Wow, four o’clock. We’d best get ready for dinner.”



“Lord knows I need a shower,” Danny said. “Casey more than the rest of us, though.”



Giggles filled the room, yet again. Zeke smirked, while Casey groaned. “Oh, SHUT up, alla you. Like you weren’t all ready to make your OWN messes a few hundred times apiece.”



“Yea, but we got something you don’t--willpower,” Danny teased. He ruffled Casey’s hair then left with Henry. Jamie stretched and groaned loudly.



“This is going to make tonight seem so damned boring,” he said. “But I suppose we’ll manage. After all… whoever gets me first will think they’re a magician, I’m gonna cum so hard.”



Everyone left snorted and shook their heads; Jamie bid them goodbye and skipped out. Casey yawned and settled back with a smack of his lips. “Christ. I need some coffee.”



“They’ll have some at dins,” James replied. “I’m gonna need it too.”



The four of them weren’t ready to move on like the others, it seemed. While Noah fought to a stand and stretched, he stayed put and took up his camera to prod at the controls. Casey found himself yawning again, this time moving his head to rest on Zeke’s shoulder. He turned his face up and smiled. “See? That was fun,” he said.



“Mmm, guess so,” Zeke coolly replied.



James rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. The way you got around the room, one would think you’re a sex-starved John,” he said.



Smirking, Zeke sucked in a drag and flicked the long ash forming at the end of his cigarette into the ashtray next to him. “Yea, well… ‘was good. Fine, happy? I said it,” he said.



“Hah, more than good, you fool,” James said. He grabbed Zeke by the ankle, shook it then stood up. After cracking his back and touching his toes, he pointed to the door. “Shower, then food then… the usual.”



“Gonna be a boring night,” Casey said.



“Well… when you hop into bed with some smelly, horny bloke, just think of Zeke. That’ll get you cumming until you dry up and die,” James said, giggling profusely.



“You--!” Casey went to say, but the boy scampered off, still laughing. Groaning, he sat back in a whoomp. “Never gonna let me live it down…”



“Nope. But, can’t blame ya… I work wonders,” Zeke said.



“Uh huh. It’s YOUR turn, next.”



“Um, ‘next’? Why, when are we doing this again?”



“Oh, we’re gonna do it again. And you wantto, admit it.” Casey grinned and turned his lips up to Zeke’s jaw. He placed a soft kiss upon it; Zeke’s smile faded, and Casey felt his hand tighten on his opposite shoulder to hold him closer.



Click-flash.



Casey frowned and turned back to Noah, who was lowering the camera from his eye. With an impish grin, Noah signed, ‘Danny missed one.’





~*~