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Emery and Casey

Tags: Alan Wake 2, fluff, smut, Alex Casey (he/him), Emery Reed (he/him, zie/hir, they/them)

Alex Casey stirred from a deep sleep. He kept his eyes closed against the morning sun creeping in through the busted old blinds as he strained to unwrap himself from the blanket he was tangled in. In the struggle he knocked his two remaining pillows to the floor. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and looked to the other half of his bed. It was empty. A familiar sense of disappointment started to dig a pit in his chest. Abandoned by morning. Again. There was a groggy wisp of a thought about the revolving chamber of his gun and the revolving door to his bedroom. He sat up and rubbed his head, assessing the damage. No hangover. Casey was settling into waking reality when a dark and uplifting scent floated into the room. The smell was familiar off the bat. Fresh coffee. False alarm on the abandonment. Boxers would do for “dressed”. Casey staggered into the hallway and into the front room of his dingy apartment. After the divorce it had been cheaper to rent a crappy single unit for one than blow his cash on payments for a place that would spend most days void of residents. Today, however, there was a guest.

Occupying the little open kitchen was Casey's new friend from the night before. Casey stood for a moment in the threshold watching them, watching the elegant muscle of his shoulders and arms as they precisely poured two cups of coffee. His gaze wandered over to hir hair, long and dark, draping down to the silky briefs covering hir toned behind. There was no need to announce himself. Casey walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his visitor, resting his forehead on their shoulder.

“Good morning, Emery,” Casey grumbled. “Good morning, gloomy.”

Emery could feel the little scowl Casey made against his shoulder. Zie smirked. It was becoming clear that Casey was even softer in private than they thought. That made it easy to tease him. There would be time for that later, though. He lifted a cup up to Casey’s face. “Here,” he cooed, “truce?”

Casey looked up and into the cup at the wonderfully dark coffee. It was a peace offering. That would make him terribly rude to turn it down. He took the mug. Standing up straight he took a long drink, keeping a hand on Emery’s waist like it held him steady. Emery smiled to himself and mixed cream into hir coffee. 

The coffee in Emery’s cup lightened to a pleasant blonde.  Casey set his mug down on the counter, half-empty, without letting go of it. He leaned his head back down and left coffee-warm kisses on hir shoulder. Casey kissed his way lazily up to Emery’s neck; Emery hummed his approval.

“You can’t even wait to finish your coffee first?”

Emery chuckled into their cup. They sipped their coffee. Casey grunted and stopped his doting. He lifted his mug to his lips again. While he tilted the mug up and up, his left hand on Emery’s hip started moving along the line of hir waistband. He slipped his thumb under the sleek fabric. Tugged the band down an inch.

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Casper Darling v Ripley Kiddo

tags: high school, bully/victim, Control au, Casper Darling, Ripley Kiddo

9/4

There was something special about today. Rip could feel it. He walked down the hall side by side with Ana who he'd been complaining at through the morning. School was grating his nerves. It felt like too much already; too much reading, too much writing, too many expectations, not nearly enough entertainment. Worse yet, there was a wise guy in his math class. Wise guys made Rip feel dumb. He didn't like feeling dumb.

It was just then, at the peak of his annoyance and frustration, that Rip spotted the geek from the other day. Rip's heart was gripped with delight. He smiled his twisted little smile. It could only mean one thing.

Ana clearly took notice of her friend’s change in mood. Rip didn’t even have to point out who he had seen. She caught on fast. “I think that guy’s in need of some trouble.” Ana cooed.

Ripley agreed and then he changed. His shoulders squared, his eyes narrowed. Punk to predator. He weaved and slid between the other students. With eyes locked on his target he closed the gap. Casper had just finished up in his locker when there came a malicious purr in his ear.

“Hey, geek.”

Rip stood close. Imposing. His closeness forced Casper to shrug his shoulders, forced him to shrink, as he turned. There was no way to get small enough. No way to disappear. His arm brushed against Rip’s chest. “Hey, Rip.” As if pleasantries would make it easier. “How are you today…” Rip paused. He grabbed Casper by the wrist and lifted his arm to read the notebook clutched there. A chuckle escaped him, “Darling.”

Casper didn't know how to answer. What answer would get him the least amount of shit. As the silence stretched Rip looked less amused and more annoyed. Rip could feel a rising defiance in the silence. He smiled wider. Baring his teeth at uncooperative prey.

 “You have real shit manners,” he snarled. 

This guy couldn't even play it up a little? Rip didn't mind playing with his food. If the guy wasn't going to give a reaction Rip would get one.

“You could use a couple lessons in etiquette.”

Rip bumped Casper’s arm and sent his notebooks tumbling. Casper let his arms go limp at his sides. He stayed silent. If he could help it he wouldn't play along. Casper wouldn't prod the beast, oh no. The last thing Rip needed was a good reason.

It didn't matter. Rip was determined. Now he was a little pissed too.

Casper finally piped up. “Listen, we don't have to–” He gasped. Casper was cut off by a blunt, digging pain in his gut. Rip had punched him. Hard. Casper thought for a terrible moment that he was going to hurl. As he slumped from the pain and shock he felt himself being lifted up. Rip had him by the belt loops.

“Consider this lesson number one,” Rip said as he marched down the hallway. “No back talk.”

Rip stopped at the end of the hall and dropped Casper into the garbage can there. Ana came up behind them. In her hand was Casper’s backpack. With a smirk she handed it to Rip who tore the zippers open. Casper could hear him rooting around.

“Nothing fun,” Rip said eventually, peering into the trash bin. “Trash with the trash. Fuckin’ loser.”

Casper could only barely cover his face while Rip upturned his bag and dumped the contents into the bin with their owner. Ana's snickering rang in Rip’s ears. Validation.

Ana touched Rip’s arm. “Let's go.”

Rip nodded and they walked away together. Rip wanted to ditch class for the rest of the day. They had gotten what they wanted. Ana was laughing and Rip felt better.‘This is gonna be fun.’ Rip thought to himself. ‘I think I’ll be seeing him again.’

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Casper Darling v Ripley Kiddo

tags: high school, bully/victim, AU, Control, Casper Darling, Ripley Kiddo 8/30

Casper Darling sat in his 5th period class, staring blankly down at his World History 102 notebook. It was filled with well-structured notes in sloppy handwriting just legible enough to be decoded by the writer. In the margins there were a number of doodles; wonky dogs, polygons, Casper's name in different fonts. Now he was scribbling in a new one. It was different from the others.

The bell rang, drowning out the sound of the teacher calling out homework and study pages. The class stampeded out the door only kind of shoving past one another. Casper took his time gathering his things and packing up. He didn't like pushing through the waves of other students. He didn't like being touched. It made him anxious.

Casper finally shouldered his book bag and started on his way to his last class. Then it was to the labs for after school work and then home. Blessed home where he could finally sit quietly and study for his new personal project. 'Secret personal project,' Casper thought to himself. That part was key. Casper's thoughts drifted deeper into space and further from the ground in front of him. Without warning there was a crash. Casper was sent reeling back. He had walked into something solid. A wall?  As he regained his composure, knocked thoroughly back to reality, his eyes came to focus on what he'd hit. Who he'd hit.

Standing in front of him was another student. Another guy. He wasn't as tall as Casper was but he was definitely bigger. As he straightened back up Casper could see how much broader he was. The Wall's shoulders were accented by the sleeves torn off his band shirt, probably a metal band based on the illegibility of the font. At his neck was a plain silver chain worn too tight to be grabbed in a fight. Brown wavy hair hung in his eyes, knocked from what must have already been a messy style. And he could now see the deep scowl carving itself into his mouth.

A hand flew toward Casper and grabbed the collar of his shirt in a firm first. He didn't have a moment to think before a hard cold pain jolted into his back. Casper wanted to crumple, his knees buckling, but the fist was holding him up against the locker. A lock was digging into his shoulder.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, geek."

Casper put his hands up in surrender. He didn't want or need this. He shut his eyes tight hoping that when they opened again the situation would be over. No such luck. Now Casper was looking straight into the Wall's eyes. They met with Casper's eyes for only a moment, deep and dark, but now they were scanning Casper up and down. Evaluating him. Sizing him up.

Through the scowl he spoke. "You don't look like you put up much of a fight."

Casper gulped. Other students were slowing or stopping to watch. A crowd was forming around Casper and–

"Rip!" Casper's rescue came in the form of a girl coming around the corner. The look of disappointment on her face suited her. "Are you joking? Ms. Wander is coming and you can't afford trouble."

'Fucking great. This guy's name is Rip?'

The iron grip pinning Casper to the lockers loosened. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest. That damn lock was still digging into his shoulder. Rip looked down at the girl, his scowl twisting in contemplation.

'Just fuck off already.'

Rip turned back to face Casper with a little smile. He let go of the spectacled boy and straightened the collar of his shirt, pressing it back into shape. Casper couldn't think what to do with his hands.

The smile cracked into a grin across Rip's face as he slapped Casper a couple times. Casper winced when his glasses went wonky and dug into the bridge of his nose. The lingering sting suggested he'd been cut."I better not see your face again. Kay?"

Casper nodded twice.

Rip stepped back, keeping eye contact. “Okay, Ana. Let’s go.” And he turned and walked away with his friend matching step. Finally free, Casper adjusted his glasses. He rubbed away the blood and sighed. The hope lingered that it would be a one-time thing. It wasn’t likely that Casper would run directly into the guy again.

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Casper Darling x OC

tags: Control, Casper Darling, smut

Rip trotted up the stairs nearing the top of the Research Department to Darling's office. He'd gotten a page from Dr Darling himself, strange since it was paperwork day. Ripley had stacks of papers to file and post-operation interviews after a trip out into the field. Two days dedicated to confirming that the "vampire attacks" reported to Investigations were nothing. Rip reached the top of the stairs and knocked politely before opening the door.

Darling was waiting for Rip inside. He was leaning on his center desk looking mildly annoyed.

"You really took your time."

Rip canted his head to the side. "I didn't know there was a rush."

Darling shook his head and stood up. He walked over to Ripley, appraising his clothes. With a little frown he reached over and straightened Rip's tie. He tutted quietly. Ripley held in the urge to squirm.

"You're looking pretty scruffy for a man with so much leisure time."

Darling straightened Ripley's shirt and adjusted his tie clip. Rip felt his face flush. They both knew exactly what Darling was doing.

"What is your problem?" Rip said as he brushed Darling's hands away. "I don't have time for this today."

"This kind of sloppiness is unacceptable, Ripley," Darling again shook his head, his hands moving down further to Rip's belt. He unbuckled it with practiced ease. "None of this is regulation standard, you'll have to start from the beginning."

Darling looked into Ripley's eyes as he issued his command.

"At rest."

Without hesitation Rip dutifully fell into position: feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind his back. He could feel a warmth in his chest that moved down towards his belly and then further down still.

Darling carefully pulled off Rip's tie clip and slowly unknotted his tie. He set the clip on his desk and folded the tie neatly next to it. Rip breathed slowly and evenly. As Darling began to unbutton his shirt Rip could feel his dick pressing against the fabric of his pants. Darlings fingers ran over Ripley's broad shoulders to push the shirt off. Rip moved only to shrug the shirt off onto the floor.

"Pick that up, then remove your shoes."

Ripley nodded. He turned to grab his shirt when he felt the touch of Darling's hand on his cheek. The touch stopped him and guided his gaze back to Darling's face. Rip felt like he could fall and fall and fall into those dark brown eyes. Darling turns Rips face to the left then to the right, inspecting.

"Hmm, you could do a better job shaving." Darling tutted again.

Rip closed his eyes. His face felt red hot. If he wanted him to strip he could just say so. He didn't have to be so damn picky about it.

"Shirt, shoes." Darling said flatly.

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"Tough talk." Rip grumbled in a threatening tone. He pressed his hips forward alerting Casper to the stiffening bulge in his jeans. "I don't think you're ready to make good on it."

While Casper welcomed the advance it was intense enough to snap him back to the current moment. Reality came back to him. Here he was behind the school with Rip-- the guy who'd made the last year hellish-- making out and grinding. Pleasant as it had been...

"Wait, Rip. What happens tomorrow?" Casper pulled his hands back to his sides.

"You want to do this again tomorrow?" Rip said amused.

"What-- No. You're the school bully; more specifically my bully. Does this- does this change anything?" Casper wanted to look Rip in the face but his heart was racing for a different reason now.

Neither of them spoke for excruciating minutes. Minutes that they both took to ponder the situation at hand.

"I'll leave you alone from now on." Rip said. "What?" "I mean it. I'll stop bothering you."

Casper felt his eyebrows furrow deeply and a scowl came to his lips.

"That's it? We make out once and that's it? You'll leave me alone?"

Rip didn't answer, instead choosing to back up a step.

"I'm sorry." he said flatly, and walked away. Casper watched him go in silence.

Rip kept running it over again in his head as he walked block by block toward his house. The thought kept him warm in the rain. Casper wasn't the first guy he'd wanted to kiss. He wasn't the first guy Rip had kissed, either.

Definitely the most enthusiastic, that's for sure.

Rip tried to shake the thought from his head. It couldn't happen again so he might as well drop it. Hands shoved in his pockets he trudged on. Then there was a sound. Rhythmic splashing. Someone running? Rip turned around to see Casper running toward him, out of breath. Rip stopped in his tracks and turned fully around.

"What are you doing out here? Isn't your house the other way?"

Casper slowed to a jog and then a stop. He gulped in a few breaths.

"You-- hah-- you're an asshole." Casper gasped at Rip.

"Yeah. I know"

"Do you want something with me? Or was it just a kiss?"

Rip shifted anxiously from foot to foot.

"You would want to date me?"

"Answer my question."

"Yes. I want to go out with you. And I want to do a lot more than kiss you."

Casper nodded and took Rip by the hands and linked their fingers. Rip looked down at him, bewildered.

"If people see us, we're going to get a lot of shit." Casper said in warning.

Rip squared his shoulders. "I dare someone to try."

Just an hour ago the same gesture from Rip would have made Casper flinch away. Now he caught himself admiring Rip's broad shoulders.

That's that, then.

Casper gave Rip a kiss and they stood there for a moment in the rain.

"Um, my mom doesn't know the lab is closed. I, uh... have some free time. Before I have to get home." Casper's mouth fumbled the words.

Rip smirked let go of Casper's hands and moved to his hips. He grabbed the belt loops of Casper's pants and tugged his closer.

"My mom works night shift. House's empty 'til morning."

He let go of Casper and started back toward his house, with Casper catching up quickly to follow by his side.

Casper Darling x OC

RIP Darling tags: Control, High School AU, Beau Ripley, Casper Darling, bullying, It had been raining for three days. Casper was getting just about sick of it, sitting in his 3rd period impatiently. He wanted to be warm in the schools lab, working on his own personal projects. Sadly the teachers aide that worked as the after-school lab tech was out for the week. A full week. For this week every day Casper would have no reason to stay late and would encounter Rip after school-- if he was lucky enough to dodge him during school hours.

Fuck.

The bell rang. It was time to put his speed walking skills to the test. As the hall flooded with students Casper did his best to keep to the edges. He was actually making pretty good time and his was locker just around the corner from his next class.

A quick stop should be fine but I have to be fast.

Casper let out a shallow sigh of relief when he got to his locker. He popped it open to trade his textbooks when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he was flipped around and slammed hard against the adjacent locker. A familiar voice greeted him.

"Hey there, Darling." the voice purred with malice.

Casper could feel his heart start pounding right away. He couldn't gauge the boy's mood from his face.

"Hi, Beau."

Casper was slammed against the lockers again.

"My name is Rip, you little shit!" the punk frowned and furrowed his brows. "Your manners are real crap, ya know that?"

Casper noted that the flow of students was dwindling. Only a few stragglers and lollygaggers were still making their way. Only a few witnesses left and Rip didn't mind an audience.

"Can-- can I just get to my next class?"

"Without a correction? Not on my watch."

The struggle was useless, but it was ritual. Casper thrashed as much as he could but Rip practiced. Rip shoved and crammed Casper into his locker and slammed it closed.

"Think about me while you wait for the janitor, Darling."

It hadn't taken a full 15 minutes before Ms Wander, a counselor, walked by and heard Casper slowly & rhythmically knocking on the locker. He had learned that it saved energy and his voice. It was another 10 minutes before someone with a key let him out.

"So, are you going to tell me who keeps doing this to you this time?" Asked Ms. Wander in a tone colored with concern.

Casper kept his gaze on the floor. If Rip found out he snitched suspension wouldn't stop him. He didn't want to know what Rip was like when he was pissed and free from school bounds.

"No." Casper said quietly, ashamed.

There was a silence between the two. Wander knew she wouldn't be getting more from him.

"OK, Casper. Get to class."

"Yeah, ok. Thanks."

Casper waited a moment for her to leave, then opted for the open lunch area outside. His favorite tree provided shelter from the rain where he sat until the next bell, reading.

When the bell did ring Casper was already up on his feet, on his way to the cafeteria. He would avoid most of the crowd this way and hopefully miss Rip on his way through the line.

Tray in hand, Casper returned to his spot under the big tree. As he took bites of cheap cafeteria meatloaf he kept his back to the tree and scanned the settling crowd for any sign of Rip; his familiar hair cut, the shine of his leather jacket. He stayed vigilant all through lunch and never saw a glimpse of Rip.

Maybe I can get through the rest of the day without seeing him.

Casper gathered his trash and walked to the closest bin. He only caught a glimpse of Rip's arm as it came around from his right side to slap the tray from his hands. It clattered to the ground loudly, tossing dirty utensils and napkins to the floor.

Rip didn't even say anything. He just started laughing and walked off, now joined by his friend Ana. She gave him a low-five and laughed with him all the way out of the cafeteria, leaving Casper to clean up alone. Casper took the long way to his last two classes and the extra hustle paid off. The final bell rang and he was out of his seat and out the door before the teacher could stop him. Casper rushed to his locker as other students started to flood the halls.

It was crowded. Casper was impatient to get to the front, weaving around other students and fighting the flow of foot traffic. He wasn't really looking and he didn't know until it hit him. Rip's shoulder crashed into Casper's and sent him reeling. Casper fell back into another student who shoved instinctively. He fell to the ground at Rip's feet, shoulder and knees aching already. Rip snickered and then continued on his way.

Casper stood up and adjusted his glasses, picked up his books and binder, and started walking again but this time for the exit on the west end of the school. He'd had it but no one could see. Once he'd rounded the corner into an alley between buildings he slumped against the wall, dropped his books, and started crying.

Between sobs he didn't hear Rip coming until he saw the blurry shape of his boots through tear stained glasses. Casper gasped and stood up straight.

"Rip." He said, unable to stop his lip from quivering.

Rip reached out and put his hand on Casper's chest. He pushed him firmly against the wall.

How am I going to explain this one?

Casper flinched as Rip's hand came toward his face. He waited for the shock of pain to come but it didn't. Instead Rip took Casper's glasses and tucked them in his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" Casper asked, bewildered.

Rip came closer. He reached up again to Casper's face and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. The world wasn't much less blurry without glasses but Casper could see Rip leaning in and in. Their faces were inches apart. Casper could feel Rip's breath on his lips.

What the hell is this? Is this bait?

"Casper... can I kiss you?" "What?"

"I'm asking your permission to kiss you."

Casper could feel his heart pounding in his throat. Kissing? He's out of his mind.

"Can I actually say 'no'?"

Rip moved away just slightly. "Yes."

Casper couldn't keep his mind straight. It was racing the same as his heart. He could feel his face was flushing.

"I get it." Rip said flatly.

Rip started to back off when he felt a touch on his arm. Casper was holding him, as much as he could hope to hold someone like Rip.

"You can kiss me."

Rip kept his hand on Casper's chest, keeping him pinned against the wall, being careful this time. He stepped even closer. Again Rip leaned in and in without stopping until their lips touched.

Casper felt like he could melt. He leaned further into the kiss. Without thought he clutched Rip's hand on his chest as if it was the only thing keeping them connected.

Something stirred in Rip. His heart skipped at Casper's touch. This is what he'd wanted. He grabbed Casper's hands and moved them to his shoulders, grabbing his waist and using his bulk to keep Casper pressed against the wall. God, it felt good, too.

Casper wasn't thinking clearly anymore. His head was swimming but he didn't want to stop. He grabbed the collar of Rip's jacket and pulled as if they could get closer.

They stayed there, wrapped up in each other, for a few minutes. When Rip ended the kiss he let out a long breath.

"You have no idea how bad I wanted that." Rip cooed at Casper.

"You have a fucked up way of showing it."

Casper slipped one arm around Rip, trying to take his glasses back. His hand felt around but only found- and gripped- Rip's ass. Rip gasped.

"Don't tell me," Casper said with a smug smile breaking through his usual soft expression, "you have soft spots."

Rip wanted to deny it but Casper had both hands on his ass now, rubbing and pulling at his hips. Rip didn't fight it. He let himself moan quietly for Casper.

"Like putty."

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Casper Darling x OC

RIP Darling tags: Control, High School AU, Beau Ripley, Casper Darling, bullying, It had been raining for three days. Casper was getting just about sick of it, sitting in his 3rd period impatiently. He wanted to be warm in the schools lab, working on his own personal projects. Sadly the teachers aide that worked as the after-school lab tech was out for the week. A full week. For this week every day Casper would have no reason to stay late and would encounter Rip after school-- if he was lucky enough to dodge him during school hours.

Fuck.

The bell rang. It was time to put his speed walking skills to the test. As the hall flooded with students Casper did his best to keep to the edges. He was actually making pretty good time and his was locker just around the corner from his next class.

A quick stop should be fine but I have to be fast.

Casper let out a shallow sigh of relief when he got to his locker. He popped it open to trade his textbooks when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he was flipped around and slammed hard against the adjacent locker. A familiar voice greeted him.

"Hey there, Darling." the voice purred with malice.

Casper could feel his heart start pounding right away. He couldn't gauge the boy's mood from his face.

"Hi, Beau."

Casper was slammed against the lockers again.

"My name is Rip, you little shit!" the punk frowned and furrowed his brows. "Your manners are real crap, ya know that?"

Casper noted that the flow of students was dwindling. Only a few stragglers and lollygaggers were still making their way. Only a few witnesses left and Rip didn't mind an audience.

"Can-- can I just get to my next class?"

"Without a correction? Not on my watch."

The struggle was useless, but it was ritual. Casper thrashed as much as he could but Rip practiced. Rip shoved and crammed Casper into his locker and slammed it closed.

"Think about me while you wait for the janitor, Darling."

It hadn't taken a full 15 minutes before Ms Wander, a counselor, walked by and heard Casper slowly & rhythmically knocking on the locker. He had learned that it saved energy and his voice. It was another 10 minutes before someone with a key let him out.

"So, are you going to tell me who keeps doing this to you this time?" Asked Ms. Wander in a tone colored with concern.

Casper kept his gaze on the floor. If Rip found out he snitched suspension wouldn't stop him. He didn't want to know what Rip was like when he was pissed and free from school bounds.

"No." Casper said quietly, ashamed.

There was a silence between the two. Wander knew she wouldn't be getting more from him.

"OK, Casper. Get to class."

"Yeah, ok. Thanks."

Casper waited a moment for her to leave, then opted for the open lunch area outside. His favorite tree provided shelter from the rain where he sat until the next bell, reading.

When the bell did ring Casper was already up on his feet, on his way to the cafeteria. He would avoid most of the crowd this way and hopefully miss Rip on his way through the line.

Tray in hand, Casper returned to his spot under the big tree. As he took bites of cheap cafeteria meatloaf he kept his back to the tree and scanned the settling crowd for any sign of Rip; his familiar hair cut, the shine of his leather jacket. He stayed vigilant all through lunch and never saw a glimpse of Rip.

Maybe I can get through the rest of the day without seeing him.

Casper gathered his trash and walked to the closest bin. He only caught a glimpse of Rip's arm as it came around from his right side to slap the tray from his hands. It clattered to the ground loudly, tossing dirty utensils and napkins to the floor.

Rip didn't even say anything. He just started laughing and walked off, now joined by his friend Ana. She gave him a low-five and laughed with him all the way out of the cafeteria, leaving Casper to clean up alone. Casper took the long way to his last two classes and the extra hustle paid off. The final bell rang and he was out of his seat and out the door before the teacher could stop him. Casper rushed to his locker as other students started to flood the halls.

It was crowded. Casper was impatient to get to the front, weaving around other students and fighting the flow of foot traffic. He wasn't really looking and he didn't know until it hit him. Rip's shoulder crashed into Casper's and sent him reeling. Casper fell back into another student who shoved instinctively. He fell to the ground at Rip's feet, shoulder and knees aching already. Rip snickered and then continued on his way.

Casper stood up and adjusted his glasses, picked up his books and binder, and started walking again but this time for the exit on the west end of the school. He'd had it but no one could see. Once he'd rounded the corner into an alley between buildings he slumped against the wall, dropped his books, and started crying.

Between sobs he didn't hear Rip coming until he saw the blurry shape of his boots through tear stained glasses. Casper gasped and stood up straight.

"Rip." He said, unable to stop his lip from quivering.

Rip reached out and put his hand on Casper's chest. He pushed him firmly against the wall.

How am I going to explain this one?

Casper flinched as Rip's hand came toward his face. He waited for the shock of pain to come but it didn't. Instead Rip took Casper's glasses and tucked them in his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" Casper asked, bewildered.

Rip came closer. He reached up again to Casper's face and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. The world wasn't much less blurry without glasses but Casper could see Rip leaning in and in. Their faces were inches apart. Casper could feel Rip's breath on his lips.

What the hell is this? Is this bait?

"Casper... can I kiss you?" "What?"

"I'm asking your permission to kiss you."

Casper could feel his heart pounding in his throat. Kissing? He's out of his mind.

"Can I actually say 'no'?"

Rip moved away just slightly. "Yes."

Casper couldn't keep his mind straight. It was racing the same as his heart. He could feel his face was flushing.

"I get it." Rip said flatly.

Rip started to back off when he felt a touch on his arm. Casper was holding him, as much as he could hope to hold someone like Rip.

"You can kiss me."

Rip kept his hand on Casper's chest, keeping him pinned against the wall, being careful this time. He stepped even closer. Again Rip leaned in and in without stopping until their lips touched.

Casper felt like he could melt. He leaned further into the kiss. Without thought he clutched Rip's hand on his chest as if it was the only thing keeping them connected.

Something stirred in Rip. His heart skipped at Casper's touch. This is what he'd wanted. He grabbed Casper's hands and moved them to his shoulders, grabbing his waist and using his bulk to keep Casper pressed against the wall. God, it felt good, too.

Casper wasn't thinking clearly anymore. His head was swimming but he didn't want to stop. He grabbed the collar of Rip's jacket and pulled as if they could get closer.

They stayed there, wrapped up in each other, for a few minutes. When Rip ended the kiss he let out a long breath.

"You have no idea how bad I wanted that." Rip cooed at Casper.

"You have a fucked up way of showing it."

Casper slipped one arm around Rip, trying to take his glasses back. His hand felt around but only found- and gripped- Rip's ass. Rip gasped.

"Don't tell me," Casper said with a smug smile breaking through his usual soft expression, "you have soft spots."

Rip wanted to deny it but Casper had both hands on his ass now, rubbing and pulling at his hips. Rip didn't fight it. He let himself moan quietly for Casper.

"Like putty."