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This popped up for the latest

fffc 3-sentence challenge.

Ace

Zeke runs his thumb over the edge of the card, enjoying the sight of Casey shivering on the cold metal stool, white cotton briefs his only protection in the chill. He himself is nice and warm in his jeans and sweatshirt, having only lost one round, a fact that annoys the younger boy enough to curl a pout onto his lips, a pout that makes Zeke's final move inevitable.

"Guess this just isn't your game, Case," he grins, and sets down the ace of spades.

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A 3-sentence fic off

naemi's prompt: book. I've changed it from the original crack.

The Book of Love

Casey reads carefully, every word clear, while Zeke's voice runs with abandon over the lines, expression intense but skipping words and phrases here and there, changing the meaning while keeping the heart.

When Casey sings, it's like a shy angel opening to the sun, but Zeke sings with a dark, husky tone, pain hiding in the verses, hope drowned in the chorus.

Casey's gift is graven in light and shadow, the only thing that endures, while Zeke's gift is written in lines of fire, a brand that fades from Casey's skin without his touch.

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Buckeye

Jim lies in his bunk, hands behind his head, listening to his cellmate jerk off in the dark. The kid keeps his movements slow and his breath tightly controlled, but there's nothing wrong with Jim's hearing, and the final, choked whisper (casey), a rare nugget of information, makes him smile. He adds "heartbroken" to the list after "smart" and "ruthless", decides it's a promising mix for a con man, and makes up his mind to offer Zeke a job.

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Off

naemi's prompt: sleep

Towards

Zeke watches those pale-shell eyelids flicker back and forth as the dream chases Casey through the night. Rapid breaths, light and panicked - what's after you, buddy? - and an occasional fragment of a moaned word finally make Zeke lean over the trembling lips, cover them with a slow kiss, draw him out of the darkness with wet heat and a welcoming embrace. If he can't defeat the monsters behind him, at least he can give Casey something to run towards.

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Igloo

Casey hangs up the phone and shivers, watching through the window as the wild wind pours endless snow onto the frozen street, driveway, walk. This house always feels chilly, and now the winter cold seals it like a castle of ice.

But he knows where the warmth is, and heads upstairs to the arms and lips and heart of fire waiting for him under the blankets, in their hot little shelter of adoration and sex.

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Here's another one of those little 3-line things. This one off the prompt: fast.

Fast

It's been a month, and Casey is nearly frantic. There's only so much he can take, aching to use his hand, and his frustration is tripled by having to see Zeke in the halls every day, that infuriating little smile on his face as he plays another of his mindfuck games. The feel of those laughing lips on his, those talented fingers tightening painfully in his hair and the rough whisper, "Not until I say," all sear his dreams, and in the middle of the night he clutches his pillow to keep from disobeying, his futile thoughts of revenge no comfort against the knowledge of being owned.

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Written in response to

naemi's prompt, "mundane".

Almost

Pretty, pretty, her pale red hair shines in the sunlight, and she looks at him with sweet, inviting tenderness. No one's ever looked at him that way before, at least not that he knows of, making him feel he could love her the way her eyes say she loves him. But her arms are slender and delicate, her hands too gentle, and Casey knows that mouth would never bite.
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Entries tagged with tinyfics

Ace - C/Z, tinyfic

The Book of Love - C/Z, Tinyfic

Buckeye - Tinyfic, Z

Towards - Tinyfic, Z/C

Igloo - Tinyfic, C/Z

Fast - Z/C, Tinyfic

Almost - Tinyfic, PG-13

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