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Part Four
Author: kevswitchau
Pairing: Peter Parker/Casey Connor
Genre: AU: Faculty/Spiderman crossover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs, language, angst, violence.
Disclaimer: I
don’t own the rights to these characters, I’m just playing with them.
Note:
Thank you to Kinky Hobbit for
great big huge chunks of this plot bunny and lots of the dialog. This one is as
much yours as it is mine.
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Iris (The Googoo
Dolls)
The water ran red.
Peter knew it was only
the light in the darkroom, but he thought it was apt. He wasn’t developing pictures,
but he kept the red light on anyway. It was strangely soothing.
He didn’t know how
long he had been standing in front of the sink, holding his hands under the
tap. He had lost time. He couldn’t stop scrubbing. He felt sick.
It scared him that he
had lost control so completely. It had been as if he were somewhere else,
somewhere apart, and the Rage had
taken over. Rage triggered by Casey’s scream.
Casey.
Peter turned off the
tap and leaned forward on the sink. He’d left Casey there. Just left him. He
was pretty sure that there was no danger to him from the others, but he’d had
no idea how badly Casey had been hurt. He hadn’t even stopped to find out. When
the Rage leached out and he found himself pouring back into his body, he had
panicked.
I left him.
Peter looked at his
reflection in the mirror. Ever since he had first seen the school darkroom a
week ago, he had been fascinated by the mirror above the sink. It was a darkroom for Christs sake...what
possible purpose could a mirror serve?
How the fuck was he
going to face Casey. What was he going to say? He still had another week here,
and he couldn’t avoid Casey for a whole week. He didn’t want to try. Casey was
the first person in a long time who had made him feel....
The knock at the door
was soft. Tentative. Peter held his breath and silently begged whoever it was
to go away.
“Peter?”
Peter stared at the
door in disbelief. Casey. Jesus
Christ, what time was it?
“Peter? You in there?”
Peter almost stayed
silent. He almost crouched in the corner and held his breath and kept quiet.
His brain was screaming at him to shut up, and he almost did. Almost.
“Yeah.”
The door opened slowly
and Casey looked in. He stared at Peter for a minute and then opened the door wider
and slid into the room. Peter could see that Casey’s eyebrows were knitted into
the worry-frown that made him look childlike and old all at once. It was an
expression that made Peter want to touch Casey’s face and sooth away his
problems.
Casey turned to close
the door, and Peter saw the burn on his cheek. The red light turned the wound
black and angry and glistening. It must
have hurt like hell. No wonder Casey had screamed.
“Jesus Christ,” Peter
muttered, moving forward involuntarily, brushing his thumb along Casey’s
cheekbone, stopping just before touching the burn. The skin around it was hot
and swollen, and Casey jerked back.
“Jesus, Casey...I...”
Peter had no words. Casey looked away.
“It’s okay. I’ve had
worse.”
Peter felt his gut
clench. He could protect Casey now, but what about next week? Next month? What
if he wasn’t around the next time some sadistic bastard bailed Casey up in a
dark place? What if the next one didn’t stop at a burn?
They stared at each
other. The silence awkward. Peter desperately wanted to say something, to say
anything, but nothing seemed to come. Nothing seemed right.
“I...thanks, man,”
Casey shrugged.
“For what?”
“Are you kidding?”
Casey raised his eyebrows. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
Peter shrugged. What
could he say?
“Gabe would have
killed me. He woulda killed me.”
Casey took a step
towards Peter who recoiled slightly, finding himself backed against a bench
with no where to go.
“Look Pete. I just
want to...” Peter felt Casey’s fingers brush his bicep. Peter flinched and
Casey jerked his hand away, confused.
“Pete?”
He reached out again
but Peter saw him coming and twisted away. Oh
god don’t touch me, please don’t... Casey peered at him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah
sure.” Liar.
Peter knew he wasn’t
being very convincing. He heard the tremble in his voice, saw scepticism on
Casey’s face. Casey stepped towards him again, put a hand on Peter’s shoulder
and moved to face him, but Peter pulled away again. Oh god, oh god...don’t let him...
“Jesus...”
Peter stared at Casey,
suddenly frightened. “What?”
Casey reached out
again, touching Peter’s shoulder. This time, despite the panic he felt, Peter
didn’t pull away. He couldn’t, not with that look on Casey’s face. Even in the
red light his eyes were wide with shock and wonder. The events of the night
seemed to melt away from them, the violence forgotten.
“You...you work out?”
“No.” It was a
whisper. No oh god no.
Casey laughed in
disbelief. “Oh yeah...right...how
else would you get those...muscles?”
Peter swallowed loudly
and Casey’s hand faltered. They stared at each other. Then Casey stepped closer
and slipped his hand inside Peter’s jacket, resting his palm against his chest.
Peter sighed and closed his eyes. What
are you doing? Parker, what the fuck are you doing? He didn’t know, but it
felt...it felt...
“What’s wrong?” Casey
asked. Peter shook his head, his eyes still closed. “Tell me. You helped me,
maybe I can help you. You know you can
trust me.”
“I know I can. I do. But...” Peter sighed and shook his
head again.
Casey’s hand moved
slightly on Peter’s chest. Peter was no longer sure he wanted Casey to take it
away. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. It had been a long time since someone had
touched him like this. Since he had let
someone touch him.
Casey marvelled at the
warmth and strength of the body under his hand, and felt something stir inside
him. Peter felt Casey grasp the lapels of his jacket and his eyes burst open. Wait...what are you...?
Casey slowly peeled the
jacket off Peter’s shoulders, pulling it down to his elbows. Glancing almost
shyly upwards, Casey caught Peter’s eyes. There was a question there...neither
of them knew the answer. But neither of them knew how to stop.
Peter stood there,
leaning back against the bench, his jacket holding his arms close to his sides.
He could feel panic rising inside him as Casey’s hands returned to his chest,
stroking down over his stomach, and up over his arms and shoulders. He felt his
breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts. Oh
god, stop, you have to...
Casey shook his head,
amazement etched on his face at the feeling of hard muscle under his fingers.
“What would you have to be afraid of?” he whispered. “Ever?”
Peter looked at him,
his eyes shadowed by the light and something else. “You wouldn’t believe me if
I told you.”
“Try me.”
“No.” It was a
whimper, barely a voice at all, and Peter found himself looking away again,
shrinking from Casey’s exploring fingers.
“Peter...”
“I can’t!”
But Casey wouldn’t let
him go. Peter locked eyes with him, trying to read his face, trying to know how
he’d react without having to actually tell him.
Casey’s hands were
still on his chest. It felt warm. It felt good. He found his own hands reaching
up to return the touch.
“Casey,” he whispered.
“I just...I can’t...you wouldn’t understand...”
He wanted to run, but
he knew Casey would follow him. He found the thought strangely comforting, and
pulled Casey into a tight hug, and held on. He felt Casey’s arms close around
his shoulders. Peter squeezed and heard Casey’s sharp intake of breath and a
whimper. He remembered Gabe...the sound
of Casey’s scream...shit. He loosened
his hold and pulled back a little.
“I’m...I’m sorry man,
I hurt you.”
“No...it’s okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Casey smiled.
They still had their arms around each other.
“Thanks Case.” He
kissed Casey’s cheek and tried to stand back, but the bench was against his
back and there was nowhere to go.
Peter felt the panic
rising again, but when he turned back, Casey leaned in and kissed his lips.
Peter stiffened for a moment, but Casey lingered, and Peter felt himself relax,
as if the kiss was drawing all of the stress from his body. He reached up and
pulled Casey close again, carefully avoiding his injured ribs, returning the
kiss, amazed at how wonderfully hot and soft Casey’s mouth felt. They stayed
there until any awkwardness had gone, and their mouths and tongues worked
together.
They gently drew apart
and rested against each other, foreheads touching. They didn’t say anything.
Nothing needed to be said.
The heavy knocking on
the door made them both jump. Casey moved quickly out of Peter’s arms and Peter
pulled his jacket back up, and zipped it.
“There’s someone in
here.” His voice shook. Casey stared at him with wild eyes.
“What the fuck are you
kids doing in there? Do you know what time it is?”
Peter looked at Casey
and mouthed security. Casey relaxed a
little.
“We’ve got an after
hours key, sir.”
“I don’t give a shit
what you’ve got. It’s
Peter ran a hand
through his hair. He could feel the blood pounding through his veins. This had
been some fucking night!
“We just have to set
one more photo, then we’ll go, okay?”
“Just hurry up and
piss off home.”
They heard the guard
moving away from the door, muttering something about geeks and punks and fags.
When they were sure that he was gone, Casey let out a nervous laugh.
“Jesus Christ, man, he
scared the shit out of me!”
Peter and Casey both
chuckled, the adrenalin still pumping through their bodies. Peter squinted at
his watch.
“Jesus, did he say
“It’s cool,” shrugged
Casey “Sleep over.”
Peter looked at Casey
for a moment. “Yeah?”
Casey chuckled. “No,
I’m gonna find you a nice comfortable park bench somewhere.”
He reached out and
grabbed Peter’s arm.
Peter didn’t flinch.
“Come on,” said Casey
softly, tugging at Peter’s coat. “Let’s go home.”
Kevswitchau 2002
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