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Suite Life: Set Three, #1: Perverse ; In the Dark of the Night
by The jeep followed me back in time! (xiongky)
at August 17th, 2009 (02:42 am)

current mood: embarrassed
current song: Selena Gomez - Magic

Title: In the Dark of the Night
Author: xiongky
Theme: Set Three, #1: Perverse
Fandom: Suite Life of Zack and Cody/Suite Life on Deck
Pairing: Zack/Jesse McCartney (one-sided)
Genre: Angst
Rating: Low R, high PG-13?
Warnings: Age difference, gay-bashing, masturbation, mentions of non-con
Summary: It’s not the first time Zack has heard someone talk about it, but it seemed somehow different that it was Barbara, someone he more or less respected, instead of some dumb jock.
Notes: I kind of feel the need to apologize for this. Zack is definitely still at an age in this story where I don’t want to be thinking about him doing this, but I do think he’s old enough that it’s not unrealistic. Also, I actually kind of hate any level of rape in a fic I’m writing, because it just seems so clichéd. I hope I did it okay...? Unbetaed. Word count is about 500. I feel so dirty... I’m sorry, Disney!

He’s at school when he starts thinking about it.

Cody and Barbara are talking in the hall when Cody suddenly breaks away with excuses of homework and teachers that Zack wasn’t really listening to. Barbara walks up to some guy, similarly nerdy, and starts talking.

Maybe Zack and Cody don’t always get along, but Cody is Zack’s brother and Zack feels like he has some kind of obligation to make sure there’s nothing fishy here, so he listens.

“...and I heard that Keagan Rodgers is gay!”

When he catches the excited whisper fall from Barbara’s lips, filled to the brim with scandal and disgust, Zack freezes. It’s not the first time Zack has heard someone talk about it, but it seemed somehow different that it was Barbara, someone he more or less respected, instead of some dumb jock.

The geek she’s with makes a choked, faux-vomiting noise.

Zack turns on his heel and locks himself in the bathroom.

His head thumps against the door before he pushes away and sort of stumbles his way to the sink, splashes water on his face and leaves it there to drip onto the stained concrete floor.

Words fill his mind, rough, harsh, painful.

What were you looking at, faggot?

Is the queer-boy gonna cry?

He remembers the cool press of metal against his bare shoulders; the pointy edges of the shower handle digging into his back...

Don’t you want this? I’m doing it for you. Be grateful.

...What felt like the entire football team, pawing at him, dragging him to his knees as the QB dropped his boxers and forced his way into Zack’s mouth.

The bell rings, signaling class’s start and breaking him from his memory. He shudders, grateful for the noise, as a teacher comes from somewhere to pound on the locked door and yell at him to get to class. He puts on a smile, makes his way out and quips about too many burritos.


Zack thinks about his day and bites his lip against his own thoughts. No matter what he does, the images that flood his mind when he touches himself are always the same. Always Jesse.

He hates himself for it. Feels disgusting, messed up, dirty.

Still, when he lies in the quiet black of his room at night, the blonde haired, green eyed, smiling face is right in front of him, has been ever since he met the older boy. He sees him cheering as he beats Zack at video games, imagines he can feel the lightly muscled arm wrap around his shoulders in a one-armed hug.

He palms the bulge in his flannel pajama pants, bites his knuckles so he doesn’t make too much noise and wake Cody, tears slipping from his tightly shut eyelids.

The images change, become much more intimate, vivid. Zack practically shivers when he almost feels Jesse’s breath in his ear as he moans Zack at him.

The simple pressure is no longer enough and his hand slips inside the warm confines of material. He barely suppresses a gasp at the feeling of his own cool skin.

After that, it doesn’t take him long. He cleans up, quickly and quietly because he doesn’t want to face questions, before curling up in his bed and crying softly to himself for most of the night, eventually passing out in the smallest hours of the morning.


Posted by: misfile_4309 (misfile_4309)
Posted at: December 13th, 2009 12:14 am (UTC)

I love it, so sad.

I have alway hate that girl!!

Posted by: The jeep followed me back in time! (xiongky)
Posted at: December 14th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
todd math

Thanks! c:

Posted by: Meg (hxcswitch)
Posted at: January 15th, 2011 06:02 am (UTC)

Thank you for writing the ONLY non-twincest Suit Life slash fic I have found on the internet. I've been SCOURING for this.

I love the emotional depth in this, especially in Zach who never really gets a lot of emotional depth in the series. Great piece of writing. :D

Posted by: The jeep followed me back in time! (xiongky)
Posted at: January 16th, 2011 04:28 am (UTC)

Thank you!

That's exactly the reason I'm not really in any Disney fandoms; there's never any diversity. That's a big part of the reason I felt the need to write this in the first place, so it's really nice to hear. ♥

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