The Schedule

Author's Note:  This story was written for prisca1960 who generously supported the Help_Haiti project. The request was for more of Billy, Casey and Zeke from Broken toys. Thank you, prisca1960!
 

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“Noooooo!” Billy howled in protest. Zeke threw a damp dishcloth but Casey ignored them both.

“As I was saying,” Casey intoned, mimicking his art history professor’s formal manner and over-precise diction. “The schedule…”

Zeke cut him off by grabbing him and bending him into an old-fashioned movie kiss while Billy wrestled away the dry erase marker.

“We know,” Zeke said when Casey was back on his feet again. “We have to keep the board up to date so we know each others’ work and class
schedule.”

“And so we don’t run out of beer or toilet paper again,” Billy added. They’d had a spectacular argument the last time that had happened and the whiteboard had been Casey’s solution. They all added to it, but Casey was almost fanatical about keeping it up to date.

“Well, you might like to know that Ric and Yogurt are coming to stay for a long weekend on the twentieth.” Casey took the marker back from Billy and tapped the appropriate square. “We all have the weekend off for a change, so I thought we could make a party of it. Maybe have a cook out.”

“That devious mind is at work again,” Zeke told Billy while Casey just smiled.

“Could just be a coincidence,” Billy countered in a mock-serious tone. “The materials for the new greenhouse are being delivered on the nineteenth.”

“Casey needing to complete his photo essay assignment by the thirtieth,” Zeke mused.

“The weather is promising to be hot and sunny,” Billy added. He and Zeke were grinning like fools as Casey blushed.

“Looks like Case has a head start on the sunburn,” Zeke commented as if it were a mild point of interest.

“Good thing we don’t have that problem, or we wouldn’t be able to take our shirts off while we’re building that greenhouse.” Billy did his best to look serious but didn’t quite manage it when Casey made a strangled sound of protest. “You know how hot and sweaty we get.”

“True.” Zeke took up the teasing, looking at Billy, but watching Casey out of the corner of his eye. “And sometimes we have to use the hose to cool down. Can’t do that if we’re all covered up.”

Casey set the marker down with a sharp clack. He looked between Billy and Zeke as if trying to choose between two equally tempting desserts.

“Guess I should get back to studying for finals,” Zeke drawled, leaving the last of the supper dishes to air dry in the dish rack.

“I’ve got that project due next week,” Billy added. They turned as if ready to leave, only to laugh as Casey lunged forward and latched onto them. His hands were instantly occupied in burrowing under cloth.

Sharing a look, Billy and Zeke came to an agreement. Zeke pulled Casey into a deep kiss, turning their bodies just enough that Casey couldn’t see Billy quickly sweeping everything off the table into a handy box.

Two sets of hands guided Casey towards the table. There was a blur of loosening fabric, grasping hands and questing lips before Casey was lifted up and laid out like a buffet.

Shoes and socks were removed and tossed carelessly aside while Casey pulled and shifted, finally settling only when Zeke grasped his arms and held him still so Billy could finish removing all but his boxers. He was wearing the pair with the bright green penguins that Billy had given him as a joke.

"Why are we doing this here?" Casey finally asked when Zeke had released him from another searing kiss. "We have a bed."

"Too far away," Billy said as he leaned down and lightly bit Casey's left inner thigh. He switched from biting to sucking as Zeke moved around the table and started undressing Billy. Zeke's hands were quick and sure, leaving Billy in plain blue briefs far too quickly for Casey's liking - he loved watching his lovers undress each other.

"I thought Case was in the middle this time," Billy protested weakly as Casey shifted reaching up to pull Billy close enough to lick and suck his chest. Zeke worked lower, playing his fingers lightly across Billy's stomach and down his thighs. Billy leaned his head back andmoaned as Casey latched onto a nipple and sucked hard.

Casey ran his hands up Billy's back and wrapped him up in a hug that held him close and still long enough for Zeke to step back and quickly undress. He wasn't wearing underwear, a detail that both Casey and Billy appreciated.

"Take those off," Casey ordered, snapping the waistband of Billy's briefs. He leaned in and licked the bulge straining against the fabric, then used both hands to push the garment down, letting Zeke finish removing them.

"Bossy," Zeke scolded as he moved back into position behind Billy. He urged Billy to spread his legs just enough to allow Zeke to press his erection between them so it was resting just under Billy's balls. He laughed at the expression on Casey's face.

"You just ate," he teased Casey as he handed Billy the lube.

"There's always room for a blow job," Casey replied brightly, leaning in to lick at both hard columns of flesh. He pouted when Billy blocked him and finished using the lube to coat Zeke's erection and his own. They didn't play this particular game very often, but they knew enough to properly prepare.

"Watermelon?" Casey wrinkled up his nose at the fragrance - he preferred cinnamon or vanilla.

"If you're going to be picky..." Billy teased, shifting back a few inches. Casey grabbed his hips firmly and pulled him forward again.

"You're fine right there," he said, and then proceeded to prove it to both of his lovers.

It was much later when he slipped away from his drowsing lovers to return to the kitchen for a drink. He gathered up the scattered clothes and replaced the tablecloth, his body humming with satisfaction. He was about to leave the room when the whiteboard caught his eye. With a wicked grin he uncapped the marker and wrote "dessert" in every single block.

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