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Banner by gloryunderhill
Title: Brownie Points (Pt. 17)
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Zeke plays many different roles in one night.
Story tag listing
Saturday had passed slowly, and Sunday wasn’t looking any more exciting; the house was still and quiet. It tempted Zeke to go out and do something--anything, whether it was a movie or walking around the small shopping center in town. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever was showing, he didn’t window shop, and he didn’t feel like spending money. In the end, Zeke sauntered up to his room, put some music on and sat at his computer.
Naked boys and girls on the internet wouldn’t cut it tonight. As with everything else, he wasn’t interested. Zeke would feel a bit strange; there was nothing wrong in looking, but last night’s events were all too fresh in his mind. The drug-dropping, chaos, panic and eventual calm… admittances. Fuck.
Zeke didn’t regret anything, but he was still uncertain on how to act from hereon in. There’d be no public makeouts or exchanging of class rings, just the knowledge of what the two of them were to each other. Zeke sat back and sighed; he tried imagining himself walking down a hallway at school and seeing Casey walking towards him. Would there be an urge to take his hand and walk him to his next class, or even give him a kiss? It’d never happen of course, but Zeke could already feel his heart pumping harder at these thoughts. Casey was a sly little fucker, sneaking into his mind like this. He hadn’t meant to, perhaps, but it’d happened anyway. Casey, Casey, Casey. ‘Maybe he’s in messenger,’ Zeke thought, then immediately signed in.
No dice. ‘skywalker4281’ was in the offline listing. Before Zeke could sign off, a sudden window popped up. It took him a moment to recognize the name… he pursed his lips when he did. He clicked on the window to put it onscreen.
Townfullalosers: hey z
Zeke shook his head and began typing.
z_junk79: hey nick
Townfullalosers: whats up?
z_junk79: not much man
z_junk79: you?
Townfullalosers: same
Townfullalosers: hows casey?
It was bound to happen. Zeke fought back the impulse to reply rudely.
z_junk79: fine… he went back hom a bit ago
z_junk79: home*
Townfullalosers: good to hear
Townfullalosers: i wanted to call you
Townfullalosers: figured youd hang up on me.
z_junk79: no…. I don’t pull drama like that
Townfullalosers: hah yea right *snorts*
Zeke rolled his eyes but almost smiled. It wasn’t really Nick’s fault if he fell for Casey; Zeke understood, completely. Mending fences was probably the best idea. It wasn’t as if Nick hadn’t been a good friend for years and years.
z_junk79: sorry I was an asshole, k? i shouldn’t have blamed you for what happened. andy’s a fuckin prick
z_junk79: but I let him come over, you were right. k?
Townfullalosers: yea ok
z_junk79: cool
There was a small pause; Nick was typing something, taking his time. Zeke lit a cigarette while waiting.
Townfullalosers: i hope u treat him as good as u do hols. don’t try telling me that you guys didn’t hook up, cuz u did, u know u did, and so does everyone else. hes not like us and can get hurt pretty damned easy it seems
Townfulllosers: hes a sweet guy
Zeke sucked in a long drag and let it out slowly. Smoke billowed around his eyes, making him narrow them as he typed back.
z_junk79: he’ll be ok. i’ll treat him fine.
Townfullalosers: hope so. if u don’t, ill give u shit
Townfullalosers: nevermind me, justine wont cook anymore lol
A laugh escaped Zeke’s chest.
z_junk79: cant have that, shit
z_junk79: we’d die of hungeer
z_junk79: hunger* fuck, can’t type
Townfullalosers: youd have an angry mob on your fuckin hands so fast
Townfullalosers: fuck we would. u cant cook for shit
z_junk79: what’re u doin tonight? I’m bored out of my god damned skull.
Townfullalosers: eh im tired. last niht took a shitload out of me
Townfullalosers: night* what, the boyfriend cant come over? ;-)
z_junk79: that’s the part that’s gonna suck… dealing with his fuckin parents and shit. Like you said, he ain’t like us
Townfullalosers: lucky for him
z_junk79: his dad is ok I guess, lets Case get away with some shit
Townfullalosers: brb got an email from my cousin
Just as Zeke typed ‘k’, the musical ding sounding off an arrival made him look down. An instant smile formed on his face, but he was uncertain; should he say hi first? Would he look too eager if he did?
skywalker4281: hi there
The pressure was off; Zeke began typing back.
z_junk79: still have online privileges, that’s a good sign
skywalker4281: yup. I didn’t get grounded, just a warning. ;-)
skywalker4281: whats up?
z_junk79: not much, u?
skywalker4281: sneaking online past my bedtime, lol
skywalker4281: the rents are sleeping so im breaking the rules
z_junk79: naughty boy
Zeke almost cringed, but he kept his smile on. He’d never ‘played coy’ before, and didn’t mean to look like he was doing so at the moment.
skywalker4281: OH yea i’m a real wild child, staying up past my bedtime---ooooh
z_junk79: you’re wilder than u look, and u know it.
skywalker4281: haha… maybe
z_junk79: maybe nothing.
skywalker4281: soooo… u doing anything on Monday?
Zeke raised his eyebrows. He didn’t have any plans that he knew of--and having Casey over sooner than later sounded like a good idea.
z_junk79: don’t think so. why, u wanna come over?
skywalker4281: no big if u are, just wondering
skywalker4281: oh, cool
skywalker4281: I gotta get some stuff done in the darkroom, but after that might be fun
z_junk79: I can wqit around in the lot to drive us both. what do u wanna do?
z_junk79: wait*
skywalker4281: dunno…. just hang out I guess.
‘No, that ain’t it,’ Zeke thought with a note of mischief as he typed back.
z_junk79: we didn’t get to fuck, did we?
THAT caused a heavy pause. Zeke sucked his tongue, feeling confident and playful.
skywalker4281: thatd be---nice
skywalker4281: lol
z_junk79: just “nice”? thanks a lot
skywalker4281: ok yea, fuck yea, lol
Arousal sneaked up on Zeke, thinking about what they could do…
z_junk79: you’ve got a nice, very-fuckable ass, case. know that?
Another long pause…
skywalker4281: I love it when u fuck it
Damn. Zeke was getting as hard as a rock… he was seriously considering cyber-sex now, something he’d sworn he’d never do. Still, release was release, and he didn’t need to go to some seedy, crappy chatroom to do it. He unbuttoned his jeans and put a hand into them.
A ding went off; Zeke groaned and looked past the window where Casey was, finding that Nick had returned.
Townfullalosers: hey man, if the offers still open to come over, dre just called. i need some stuff, so hes meeting me at the dairy mart two streets down from u. want me to drop in?
Zeke scoffed but had to chuckle at the timing.
z_junk79: yea sure, cmon over.
Townfullalosers: awesome, see ya soon :-D
Nick then logged out, and Zeke returned to Casey’s window. He hadn’t noticed that he’d typed in, Um… hello?
z_junk79: sorry, had someone else come on.
Skywalker4281: u there?
Skywalker4281: oh ok
Skywalker4281: thought youd left.
z_junk79: naw, I don’t do that… but I do gotta go
z_junk79: sorry
Skywalker4281: its ok. I gotta shut down anyway and get some sleep
Skywalkers4281: so… mon then?
z_junk79: Monday
Skywalker4281: k… see u soon… bye :-*
Even though Zeke had no idea what emoticon Casey had used, he put down a smile back and said goodbye. The computer was put into sleep mode and he turned his chair to get up; he frowned, however. A quick jerk-off was in order before standing up.
~*~
A loud snort burst from Zeke’s throat as he was roused from slumber by a loud ringing; shit, when had he fallen asleep? He jumped in surprise again at the sound of the phone, then looked to the clock. It read twelve-fifteen… two and a half hours had passed since talking to Nick. Wondering if he’d slept through the doorbell ringing, Zeke forced himself to a stand and reached for the phone. “’Lo?”
“Zeke, it’s Nick.”
“Hey… where the fuck are you?”
There was a long, shaky sigh on the other end. “I got busted.”
“Wha…” Zeke murmured. Sleepiness fled as he processed what Nick had said. “The cops?”
“I’m at the station… I can’t fuckin’ call my parents. They’d kill me.”
Nick sounded like he was ready to shake apart, even past the light static of the phone. “What’s the bail?”
“Two grand. Fuck… fuck, Zeke…”
“No, I got it. Do they take checks?”
“No. Cash, that’s it.”
Zeke stood up and went to the side table in the hall. His bag sat upon it; digging out his wallet, he nodded to himself. “I have an ATM card, no limit on what I can take out. I’ll be there,” he said.
“’K… can you get down here fast? They’re gonna put me in lock-up… if you can’t get here by one,” Nick asked.
“I’m gone, Nicky, don’t worry,” Zeke said. He made a quick goodbye, hung up and grabbed his keys.
~*~
Zeke hadn’t cared if he looked suspicious in handing a large stack of bills to the officer in the bail office moments after arriving; the relief in seeing Nick walk out into the waiting room was worth it. Breathing easier, Zeke stood up and sighed. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Nick said, his face full of anxiety and worry. Zeke clapped a hand on his shoulder and tried to smile.
“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”
Nick nodded and the two of them made their exit. Once outside and in the parking lot, Nick shook out a heavy breath. “Fuckin’ hell, Zeke…” he started. “Fucking thank you. I don’t know what would’ve happened if--”
“Shut up, it’s okay.” Zeke interrupted him.
Once in the car and out of the lot, Nick put his head back and closed his eyes. “I need some goddamned coffee.”
“Then we’ll stop for coffee. I ain’t sleeping tonight,” Zeke replied.
“I’m not either. Fuck…” Nick said. “I’m so screwed. My parents are gonna find out. I can get some serious time for this.”
“It’s your first offense. They’ll go easy on you… and your dad’ll defend you in court. He might be pissed, but he’ll do it.”
“Like they have the right to be pissed in the first place.” Nick scoffed and looked out the window. “Like they’ve been around, right? Shit. They should be thanking god that I didn’t die in an alleyway at age fourteen.”
Zeke made a solemn nod. “I know, man.”
“I’ll pay you back sometime this week, okay?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Fuck that, Zeke… I’m payin’ you back.”
“You don’t have to, but do what you wanna,” Zeke said.
“Can I have a cigarette? Mine got left back in the car,” Nick asked. With another nod, Zeke plucked his pack from his shirt pocket and handed it over. Nick took one out with trembling fingers, lit it and put his head back again. “Christ… how do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“Help us. Bail everyone out of shit… like with Justine, Hols, now me.”
Zeke smiled a little and shrugged. “What else am I supposed to do?”
“You could say no. You really could,” Nick said.
“No, I can’t.” Zeke lit his own cigarette at a stop light. “I can’t.”
~*~
They were both on their second beer, their bellies full of leftovers from Friday. “How did any of Justy’s blondies not get eaten?” Nick asked after swallowing his third piece.
“Dunno. But hey, more for me,” Zeke replied. He flipped channels on the TV and looked to Nick. “Spice Channel?”
“No. Not in the mood.”
“I didn’t know porn fell under the ‘not in the mood’ category.”
Nick shrugged to one side and leaned on the arm of the couch. “I’d rather just get outright laid.”
“Well yea.” Zeke smiled and snatched another beer from their six pack. Sneaking a glance to the depressed young man, he sighed. “If you need to crash here for a few days, that’s no problem. Making a phone call to the ‘rents will suffice.”
“They ain’t home, anyway. Mom took off again, and dad’s been playing poker at his friend’s place for two days straight, apparently,” Nick replied.
“Ah… the memories.” Zeke breathed out. Nick snorted and rolled his eyes. He then looked over at Zeke and came close to staring at him, making Zeke cock an eyebrow his way. “What?”
“So you and Casey--you guys exclusive now?”
“Hah… yea, if you’ll believe it. Why, still looking to make a play for him?”
“No. Just--like I said, wouldn’t mind getting laid.”
“Ohh,” Zeke drawled with a mischievous grin. “I get it.”
“No chance, though, huh?” Nick said through a smile of his own.
For a moment, Zeke considered it. It’d been years that he and Nick had bothered with each other, but the opportunity had always been there. Now alone, they could do whatever they pleased… but… “Sorry,” Zeke said.
Nick shrugged and leaned on Zeke’s arm. There was nothing wrong with this, in Zeke’s view. He pulled his arm out from under the young man and put it half on the back of the couch, the other half grazing Nick’s shoulders.
~*~
After lunch, Casey arrived at biology and sucked in his lower lip. He shared only this class with Zeke, but he knew that he hadn’t been in all day. Where was he? Had he honestly skipped on what was supposed to be his first day back after his suspension?
Casey sat in his seat just as the bell rang and his heart sank. It looked as if he’d be walking home after his work was finished in the darkroom. He stared through the window at the parking lot, as if expecting the GTO to come tearing in. It was the second to last class of the day, however. ‘He’s not coming. Accept it,’ Casey thought miserably.
Mr. Furlong walked in, gave the class a ‘hello’, then went to his desk. After taking attendance (pausing at Zeke’s chair with a thin-lipped expression), the class continued per usual. The lesson, involving the makeup of ocean invertebrates, went into one ear and out the other without registering. Casey didn’t bother taking notes; he was too tired, too annoyed and wanting this day to be over with.
~*~
Delilah was sitting at her desk with Mr. Vito when Casey walked in. He carried the freshly-developed pictures Wendy had taken of Friday’s game, just dried and ready to print and made a weak smile her way. “Here… they should be ready,” he said.
“Thanks…” she said in an airy voice. “Hmm, well--Wendy’s gotten a bit better with these, but I want you to cover this week’s game, okay?”
He’d had two weeks off now; Casey needed to get back to work, even if it meant missing out on the party. “Yea, okay.”
“Cool--thanks, Case.”
Mr. Vito looked at the pictures and raised his eyebrows. “A little better, yes; nothing quite tops your work however, Casey,” he said. Despite the disappointment that Casey had a long walk and bus ride ahead of him, he felt a warmth grow in his chest.
“Thanks, Mr. V.,” he said. Delilah wore a knowing grin as he put his messenger bag’s strap higher on his shoulder then turned to go.
The air was summery still, with plenty of sunshine lighting Casey’s way. With the football practice going on, he didn’t have to worry about getting followed or harassed. His mood was lighter; getting a compliment like he had from a pro like Mr. Vito was uplifting. Casey could see himself impressing the art school scouts and getting loads of scholarships to go to a prestigious college. He was a damned good photographer, and he knew it.
He was halfway to the bus stop when he heard a familiar rumbling coming from behind; he turned to look. Hundreds of butterflies were now fluttering in his belly as he set eyes on the GTO that was pulling up to the curb.
“Hey. Figured you’d be walking to the stop,” Zeke called through the opened window as he leaned down to peer through it.
“Hey…” Casey replied. “I, um… where’ve--”
“Just get in the car, I’ll explain,” Zeke told him.
Casey didn’t argue, of course. It suddenly didn’t matter that he’d spent the day feeling lonely and depressed at Zeke’s absence; he was here now. With a small skip-hop, Casey opened the passenger side door and got in.
They sped off and soon entered the center of town; once again, they were stilled at the main intersection where everyone in Herrington seemed to be trying to drive through. “Christ,” Zeke groaned and put his head back.
“So… where were you today?” Casey asked.
“Slept in.”
“Thought you got up at like… four in the morning.”
“I stayed up past that--WELL past that,” Zeke replied. Casey frowned and squinted from the sunlight streaming through the window past Zeke’s profile. Zeke seemed to notice; he put his head up again, slipped his sunglasses on and looked to Casey with a blank expression. “Nick got nailed last night.”
“Huh?” Casey muttered. “Not by the cops…?”
“Eh-yup,” Zeke grunted out.
Casey’s jaw dropped. “Oh… god,” he uttered after a few moments of silence. “For what, coke?” At Zeke’s nod, Casey cringed. “Shit. He can get in a load of crap for that, can’t he?”
“It’s his first offense, so he probably won’t have the book thrown at him. Still, judges will let a fuckin’ child molester off with probation while a guy buying a joint gets a year. It’s goddamned stupid,” Zeke explained. “So yea… I bailed him out last night around one, and we went to my place. Didn’t get to sleep until after seven. I gave Nick a sedative--poor guy could barely blink, but I know he stayed up past me. He was still out when I left.”
“Jesus… I’d wondered why you hadn’t been in. Aren’t you gonna be in trouble, though?”
Zeke scoffed and smiled. “A detention. Big deal.”
“After a week of suspension. Oh, Zeke,” Casey pointed out with a small grin, just as traffic began to move and they made their way down the road.
~*~
“Shh.”
Casey tiptoed into Zeke’s house and went around the corner to the living room. He sighed sadly at the sight of Nick, who looked as if he’d been tossed onto the couch-bed from an airplane; his limbs sprawled out haphazardly and his face was half-hidden by a large pillow. Even if he’d always frowned down on drugs before--especially considering that his parents thought that drug use was one of the worst things a person could ever get into--Casey couldn’t help but feel extreme sympathy for the young man.
“Let’s grab something to drink,” Zeke hissed after kicking his boots off.
Casey nodded, removed his own shoes and jacket then followed Zeke into the kitchen. It was surprising to see the older boy take out a soda instead of the usual beer. “Want a Coke?” he asked.
“Um… sure,” Casey answered.
With two cans of cola in his hand, Zeke shut the fridge and looked towards the door. “Let’s head upstairs, let ‘im sleep.”
Blinking hard, Casey went with Zeke into the hall. Upon passing the living room and getting another look at Nick, Casey couldn’t help but think… they’d talked about sex, but with Nick in the house--? Granted, they’d fucked right on Zeke’s back porch with the whole house chock full of people, but this felt different. Casey moved closer to Zeke as they started up the stairs. “Are we goin’ to your room?” Casey whispered.
“Yea… unless you wanna fuck in my parents’ room, but I get a bit creeped out by that--”
“Shh!” Casey hissed, shooting a look back to Nick.
“What?” Zeke looked to Casey, wearing an amused expression. “He can’t hear me or anything. Even if he could, it’s not a big deal.”
“Still.”
“Prude,” Zeke teased. Casey gave Zeke’s back an icy glare, but his face relaxed when he looked lower. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal to do this.
The stairwell leading to the attic was bathed in bright sunlight. Casey felt feather-light, almost entranced by tiny puffs of dust floating about. Zeke reached the floor first and walked towards the computer desk; Casey looked towards him and almost sighed. The windows next to the bed were letting in a heavenly amount of light, cradling Zeke in yellow-gold.
“Lemmee just see if my parents wrote…” Zeke said, bending down to work at his computer. It let the sun shine directly into Casey’s face; he winced and turned away to walk towards the bed. He plopped down on it and lay back, smiling at his boldness.
“Nope. Thank fuckin’ god, I don’t feel like dealing with their bullshit,” Zeke grumbled.
Casey listened to the clacking of keys and stared at the ceiling in a daze. Just as he bent his leg upwards, a hand fell on his thigh, pushed it open and Zeke was there on top of him, kissing him hard and smooth. It shocked Casey’s eyes wide, but they fluttered closed when Zeke mouthed him deeper, pressing his tongue inside. He tasted like tobacco and sweet cola; Casey wanted to devour him, showing the desire by taking the back of Zeke’s neck and pressing them even closer together.
Zeke slapped one hand down on the mattress by Casey’s head to hold himself up, while the other gripped Casey’s hip. It would’ve hurt Casey, if he hadn’t felt so drugged already. He rolled his torso and groin upwards in a wave-like motion; Zeke stilled against it and groaned into Casey’s mouth. All Casey could think… ‘This is our ‘first-time’. It was a little silly to think, but it was true. This wasn’t happening as the result of a trade or favor, but by simply being together.
“Fuck,” Zeke murmured before making one last smack of their lips and pulling away. He sat up and started undoing the buttons of Casey’s shirt. The action made the fabric brush against the boy’s nipples, sending instant excitement through Casey’s whole body. His thighs trembled around Zeke’s hips while Zeke’s hands ran up and down Casey’s bared sides. It was enough to make the boy coo and squirm, to let him get hypnotized by the movements Zeke made upon him. Just as Casey had gotten used to the rhythm of it, Zeke dipped his head down and latched his mouth onto a nipple.
Casey irked out a groan as Zeke licked, around and around, the wet warmth causing Casey’s legs to stop trembling and squeeze Zeke in a vice-like grip. When his eyes stopped rolling back, he looked down to Zeke; his own eyes were fluttering open and closed as he laved Casey’s skin. His slid his hand up to the opposite side of Casey’s chest and plucked at the swelled nub upon it. Before Casey could lose it again, he suddenly sniffed in a strange defiance.
Zeke moved with Casey’s sudden bucking, but moved away when he thrust up a second time. “What--” he went to speak, lessening his hold on Casey. It was enough for the boy to gain control, using his legs and torso to throw Zeke to the side. Casey was on him in a flash, straddling his waist and grabbing both of his wrists; he was pleased to hear that Zeke’s breathing had gotten quicker, obviously taken aback by Casey’s sudden actions. “Gettin’ wild,” Zeke finally huffed out.
Casey raised his eyebrows and lowered, his lips falling on Zeke’s cheek. He made soft kisses to his ear; Zeke trembled as Casey nibbled his earlobe. It was rewarding and exhilarating, Casey knowing that it was him making Zeke’s breath stutter and fists ball, the muscles in his arms tensing. Casey let them go, but Zeke stayed still, allowing Casey to slide down, trailing along Zeke’s arms to his chest, to his sides, until Casey’s mouth hovered over his navel. More satisfaction swelled at the sight of Zeke’s stomach pushing in and shuddering as if his heart had been swallowed inside of it. Casey gave Zeke one sly smile before dipping his tongue into the small well, lashing in and out.
“Fuck… fuck fuck, Case…” Zeke shook out. He sounded desperate--perhaps desperate for Casey to stop. It wasn’t hard to tell that Zeke had a hard time being vulnerable, but this was Casey’s turn. Hoping Zeke didn’t push him away, Casey pushed both hands underneath Zeke’s shirt up to his chest to brush his palms around his nipples while running his nose and lips past the waist of Zeke’s jeans. He wasn’t looking to tear them open with his teeth and devour the young man… just a tease to make Zeke want more.
When Casey began making hard kisses along the hard ridge of Zeke’s cock, Zeke suddenly growled and tried moving away. Casey held fast, bracing Zeke down with his arms and shoulders. “Casey--” Zeke blurted in urgency. The moment Casey brought out his teeth, however, Zeke seemed to melt and he opened his legs wider. “Casey,” he murmured in a soft voice.
Casey closed his eyes and tightened his jaw, not wanting to bear down too hard with his teeth. There could be more than this--much more, but Casey feared resistance. He decided to bring his hands down, undo Zeke’s button and zip then pull the denim down, bit-by-bit. Zeke tensed but lifted himself up, just a little, allowing Casey to expose the jutting shaft between his legs.
Going into cock-worship mode, Casey began making long, wide licks upon it. Zeke was turning into a panting, moaning mess; it made Casey high. ‘I’m doing this, I’m doing this, I’m doing this…’ he thought over and over again. Lost in his excitement, he barely noticed a hand reaching to Zeke’s behind. If he’d just caressed it lightly, perhaps Zeke would have stayed still. But Casey realized that he’d dipped his fingers too close to Zeke’s cleft when he was nearly thrown up and off with a hard jolt of Zeke’s hips.
Zeke glowered up at Casey before sitting up slowly. His eyes were darker than usual. “That’s not allowed,” he told Casey.
“You do mine…?” Casey boldly replied.
“That’s the order of things,” Zeke said; his voice was almost taunting, making Casey glare back.
“I can fuck, too,” Casey replied.
Zeke smiled slyly, leaned in and stole a hard, long kiss before pulling away. He nuzzled Casey’s nose with his while rubbing the back of Casey’s neck. “You don’t know that.”
“’You afraid of being fucked?” Casey asked, feeling ballsy. He wasn’t expecting a ‘yes’, but Zeke’s pause was too long… too easy to read. Blinking wildly and smiling like the devil, Casey raked his fingers into the dark, thick hair of Zeke’s groin. “You’ve been fucked.”
“What of it?” Zeke snapped back.
“Hmm, testy. Do I have to ask ‘who?’”
“You… are really pushing it.”
“Hmm,” Casey hummed again. “Maybe I should go have a chat with Nick… see how much booze it takes to get your ass in the--”
Zeke’s next actions shouldn’t have shocked Casey, but he gasped and went wide-eyed anyway when his upper arms were grabbed and he was pushed, hard, onto the mattress. In an instant, Casey was pinned down with his arms stretched out, Zeke holding his wrists so hard Casey wondered if blood was flowing to his fingers or not.
“Like to talk, huh?” Zeke asked.
Casey tried catching Zeke off his guard by punching his hips upwards, but Zeke tightened his grip even more. Casey frowned and growled. “Ah… that hurts.”
“Good.” Zeke sneered. He dragged his thumbs to the soft flesh of Casey’s palm and dug them in. Casey hissed and squirmed underneath the older boy. “Now… be good, stop fighting me and ask me… nicely… to take off your clothes and fuck you.”
The blood in Casey’s body went aflame, but he still felt defiant. “Fine. Take off my clothes and fuck me.”
Zeke shook his head slowly. “That’s not asking. That’s telling--and rude.”
Narrowing his eyes, Casey tried snapping his lips up to latch onto Zeke’s, but he came up empty with Zeke pulling back. It almost made Casey whine, but he stopped himself. “Stop playing fuckin’ games…”
“But like I told you before--I’m making a hobby out of watching you squirm,” Zeke teased. He proved his words in pushing his bare groin against the front of Casey’s jeans. “If you want me to fuck you, you’ve gotta be sweet about it.”
Casey knew Zeke wanted a good screw, if not more than Casey did. “No.”
“No?”
“No. Make me.”
Zeke turned his head and looked at Casey edgewise. “What… you wanna fight me on this?” he asked. Casey opened his mouth to answer, but with Zeke pulling both of his wrists into one hand, the other shoving down between them to Casey’s button and zip, he was shocked into silence. It was almost infuriating, the way Zeke looked at him--like he owned the world, owned Casey. Perhaps he did, in a way… at least the latter. Still, Casey tried his best to weasel out from under Zeke, if only for show.
It worked; Zeke fought his hand inside of Casey’s opened jeans and grabbed Casey in full, his fingertips reaching past his balls to the very start of the boy’s ass, his wrist rubbing along his cock. Casey moved his hips back and forth, slowly. “Leave me alone,” he breathed out in a voice that said, “Give me more.” Zeke smiled and put their foreheads together.
“Ask me, ‘Please tear my clothes off and fuck me, Zeke.’”
“No…”
“Fine. Beg.” Before Casey could answer, Zeke nudged his head back with his mouth and trailed his tongue down Casey’s neck. “Give me your ass. Let me fuck it, or I’ll just shove you on your stomach and take you screaming.”
Casey made a long and heavy nngh at the idea of it; this was rough, hot and just what he wanted. “I want it,” he finally gave in.
“Want what?” Zeke asked through his sucking the hollow of Casey’s throat. Casey went to answer but was stopped abruptly when Zeke wrapped his fingers around Casey’s dick and began stroking. “You’re fuck-hungry, ain’t you?”
Casey nodded, and it was all over. His wrists were freed, the blood returning and making his fingers tingle. He didn’t have time to register the relief before Zeke violently tugged his jeans off, flipped him over and pushed his stomach up. “Shit,” he suddenly spat. Casey watched him slide down next to him and reach for the side table. The drawer was opened, but only the smallest bit; Zeke grumbled under his breath as he tugged at the handle, desperation showing in the jolts he made. Casey’s lips trembled into a smile at Zeke’s growing frustration. “Need any help--”
“Shut up,” Zeke snapped. His face went flushed with a deep pink as he worked, but wasn’t making any real progress. Casey bit his lip and turned onto his side. He didn’t want to laugh, and swore he wouldn’t… but after Zeke made two successive, hard pulls, the drawer suddenly flew open. The whole thing came out and clattered to the floor, making Casey jump. After a small silence, he moved to the edge of the bed and looked down. The contents fell in a heap on the rug--a watch, two twenties, change, lube, a crumpled-up car magazine, a spilled box of ‘Good N’ Plenty’s, condoms…
The giggles came on without notice. Zeke glared at the boy as he sat up and began putting the drawer together. Casey moved to his back and began laughing outright. “Oh… fuck,” he said. Zeke wasn’t saying anything, choosing to put things back with a diligence. Casey propped a heel on his knee and kicked lightly in the air. He looked over when he heard the slide and shut of the drawer. “You done--”
Zeke grabbed Casey’s foot and jerked him to the edge of the bed, making Casey gasp and slap his hands on the bed for purchase. It didn’t work. He was flipped over again and his knees hit the floor; Zeke grabbed under his arms, pulled him up further on the bed and kicked his legs open. The feel of Zeke’s cock against his ass made Casey clench his eyes shut.
“You like laughing at me, huh?” Zeke snarled into his ear. A pause followed; the pop of a cap and crinkling wrapper was heard. The ability to speak left Casey, leaving him whimpering incoherently when Zeke shoved a soaked finger into his ass. “Yea. You do.”
“N-No…”
“But you did, little boy.”
Two fingers were now being pushed inside. Casey swallowed and fisted the sheets underneath him. His hips rolled up and down to move with Zeke, whose exploration grew deeper and faster. Casey began feeling puppet-like, as if Zeke controlled every last bit of his body, mind and reactions. “Fuck me,” Casey murmured.
Zeke made loud, hissing breaths as he removed his fingers, positioned and pushed his cock inside. Braced against the edge of the bed by his hips and groin, Casey groaned. His cock rubbed against the mattress with the way Zeke moved, making it swell even more. A rhythm began and his body went stiff as he tried matching Zeke’s movements; Casey soon didn’t have any control, however, as Zeke pushed him up on the bed on his knees, put Casey’s ass in the air then stood. Their fucking went wild the moment Casey’s hips were grabbed; flesh slapped and Casey’s groaning went louder. “Oh--my f-fucking--god--” Casey’s speech faltered and halted between cries of ecstasy. He didn’t care how he sounded, too lost in pleasure to be self-conscious.
“Oh. Um…”
Everything stopped. Casey’s eyes snapped open to find Nick in the stairwell, three steps from the top. Zeke let out a long breath but he didn’t leave Casey’s body. “Hey,” Zeke said.
“Just wondering where your phone is. I can’t find it.”
“Oh… hit the ‘find’ button on the base…?”
“I can’t find the base,” Nick chuckled out. Zeke sighed and hummed in deep thought.
They were having a fucking conversation. Casey’s heart pounded in his ears, feeling trapped by Zeke’s dick and the casual way Nick sipped his juice while staring directly at the scene.
“Oh yea, try the side table in the hall, it might be under my bag.”
“Okay, thanks.” Nick gave them a small smile and headed back downstairs. Casey watched him go, his mouth open in shock.
“What… the fuck… was that?” he muttered.
“He needs the phone, apparently,” Zeke said. Before Casey could argue that it was a bit strange to be walked in on like that, Zeke leaned down and kissed his neck. “So,” the young man said before making a hard thrust inside. Casey put his head back and rode the tide once again.
~*~
Casey couldn’t help the deep hum from escaping his throat. “It’s nice.”
“It’s cheap.”
“So?”
Zeke half-smiled as he lathered Casey’s hair with shampoo. His fingertips ran along Casey’s scalp, soothing Casey’s mind. “I use my dad’s shampoo… it’s always some sort of colonge scented kind. I hate it, but it’s either that or my mom’s VO5 ‘strawberry cream’.”
“Suave ain’t much better.” Zeke replied.
Sighing, Casey let it go; he was enjoying this shared shower enough to squabble over the small stuff. Zeke was being a ‘boyfriend’ at the moment, helping Casey soap up and erase ‘evidence’. With Casey’s curfew a good way’s away, they could go slow and take it easy. Still, Casey was blushing with self-consciousness. “What do we say to Nick when we go downstairs?” he asked while rinsing his hair.
“Nothing. Why?”
Casey snorted, swiped his hands over his eyes and reopened them. The sight of Zeke rubbing a bar of soap on his shoulder made him sigh and take it from him. As he washed Zeke, he shook his head. “I’m just getting used to hot sex--getting interrupted like that’s a bit unsettling.”
Zeke chuckled and pulled lightly at Casey’s wet hair. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Happens enough around here, huh?” Casey said. He lifted his eyes to Zeke’s face; the older boy’s smile made him get on tiptoe to place a soft, warm kiss on his moist lips. Setting back on his feet, Casey smiled mischievously. “’Think he’ll be jealous?”
Zeke chuckled and smiled wide as Casey reached between his legs to soap up. “Maybe.”
~*~