Title: Thirst Author: Jo Pairing: Zeke Tyler/Casey Connor; Delilah Profitt Rating: PG Prompt: bottled water Disclaimer: 100% fiction. I made up the whole thing. Notes: Written for honeyandvinegar, from this prompt request post. The camera whirred as Casey snapped another picture. Close to a whole roll, all the same -- Zeke, on the field with the rest of the team. Every time his helmet came off, Casey snapped another picture. He zoomed in until the image was crystal clear. Then his mouth went dry as Zeke picked up a bottle of water and started drinking. Casey watched through the lens, riveted to the sight of Zeke's throat working with each swallow. He could see every bead of sweat sliding down Zeke's face and throat. Jesus… He shifted, tried to ignore the growing ache in his groin. The shutter clicked again, rapid-fire, catching each second in a still frame. He was so wrapped up he didn't hear Delilah sit down. "You should talk to him." Casey jumped -- too late to deny what he was doing. "What?" "Zeke." "He doesn't want to talk to me," Casey mumbled, still convinced that Zeke was far cooler (and hotter) than he would ever be. "Then why'd he ask about you yesterday?" She stood, smiled. "He knows." He… Casey's eyes were drawn back to the field. Even without the camera, he could see Zeke watching them. Well, hell. ~fin~