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Title: Geek Out: Unknown Lands
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Tickets are bought and Zeke explores his wants.
Previous Parts: Central Force/ Solar Radii/ Magnification/ Nebula/ Pale Blue Dot/ Orbital Path/ Rosette/ Moonlight/ Interstellar/ M57/ Maria/ The Uncertainty Principle/ Black Hole/ Rings/ Gemini/ Deeds/ Dobsonian/ Mirror/ Grind/ Focal Length/ Baby Universes/ Recommendation/ Sirius/ Tidal Forces/ Demotion/ Stuff/ Mars/ Tickets/ Schwarzschild Radius/ 100 Million/ Millennium
The way Tom was looking at the Dobsonian blueprints was making Zeke feel high; judging by Casey’s expression, he felt the same. It meant a lot to them, being able to impress the president of their club. “This is fantastic. You said you finished the mirror?” the man asked.
“Yea. We need to aluminize it, but we have two other friends helping us, so it saves time.”
“Did they come with you?” Tom looked around; Casey shrugged.
“They didn’t want to, cos’ they feel too newb-ish,” Casey said.
Tom scoffed. “You don’t have to be Stephen Hawking to be here. Try to get them to drop in some time; we’d be glad to have them,” he said. Zeke gave him a nod, and the man went on while looking back to the plans. “This is awesome. A major feat, if you guys pull it off.”
“Thanks. So anyway--do you think you could mention it during the meeting? I wanna build an observatory for it. Nothing major, but it’d be great to have people we know help us out, instead of hiring a random construction crew,” Zeke explained. “And I’d be willing to pay everyone.”
Casey gave Zeke a strange look; Tom, however, looked thrilled. “I’d do it without pay. Yea, I’ll announce it,” he said. “When you get a solid plan for it, I can put details on the club’s website. That way you can organize exactly when you want to start construction and stuff, and the club will get the info to drop by.”
“Sweet. Thanks loads,” Zeke said.
“Go get something to eat, then--Melanie brought oatmeal-raisin-ginger cookies. You can’t go on living life without the experience of ‘em,” Tom told them.
“Thanks,” Casey said.
Zeke began heading over, passing people in small groups chatting before Tom brought everything to order. “Awesome. Totally fuckin’ awesome,” he said.
“Zeke?”
“Hmm?”
Casey bit his lip a moment before speaking. “Why did you offer pay? You know that these guys would kill for a chance to work on this shit. They’d pay you.”
“I just wanna be sure that we’ll get a good crowd, that’s all. Oh hey, these DO look good…” Zeke snatched two cookies from the pile and put them on a napkin. As he chewed on one, he turned back to Casey; the boy was giving him an uncertain gaze. “What?”
“It’s just… money. You’re spending a fuckload of it.”
“It’s mine to spend. I cleared all the bills for the next four months; that’s the way my parents used to do it, so they didn’t have to deal with it month-by-month. Saves time and energy that way,” Zeke said.
“Zeke, it’s not about you being able to pay your bills. You could probably pay off an entire city block’s worth of mortgages and rent, I know that,” Casey said. He leaned in and sighed. “But you don’t have to do all this stuff.”
Zeke regarded him a moment before realizing; he nodded slowly and cocked an eyebrow. “You think I’m overcompensating. Buying people off.”
“No, not that… well. Maybe, a little--not the buying off part,” Casey haltingly replied. “But I’ve never known someone to blow so much money on stuff for other people.”
“Yea. How many billionaires have you known?”
“You’re no billionaire. C’mon.”
“Maybe not, but I’ve got too much money, especially when the trust kicks into gear,” Zeke said. “Come next year, I may as well buy summer houses in three countries. Believe me, I have all the bank records and got the exact amount last week.”
Casey blinked slowly. “How… much… is in that fund?”
“Why?” Zeke asked, a mischievous grin on his face. “Hoping you’re in the will and a piano falls on me?”
“Oh, please. I’m just asking.”
After finishing his first cookie, Zeke swallowed and leaned in. “Including the interest, three-point-nine times eight to the seventh. To the penny.”
Casey went pale, slack-jawed. “H-Huh?”
“I spent almost an hour making that equation. It was fun,” Zeke said with a wink.
~*~
Zeke walked into his house, needing to use his foot to shut the front door. One hand held a giant coffee from ‘Dunks, the other holding a small stack of papers. With so many phone numbers, e-mail addresses and names that had been given to him at the end of the night, he was going to have to stay up late to compile them altogether and start making real, honest-to-goodness plans on when everything was going to be built. Having twenty-one people willing to help was more than he’d expected… especially since Tom had omitted the paycheck-part of Zeke’s offer.
Perhaps Casey had been right. While Zeke wasn’t one to buy someone off, he always felt the need to take care of people--without looking like he was trying to do so. Though he didn’t mind showing it now, many years had been spent trying to act cool and unbothered while ‘giving in secret’. There’d been a grocery shopping trip he’d taken over a year ago, where he’d secretly slipped fifty dollars into a woman’s purse while she tried keeping her three kids in line, her hands full of coupons, hair tousled and McDonald’s work outfit looking worn and used. He hadn’t even waited to see her reaction, glad enough that perhaps the kids would get the cookies that weren’t on her grocery list.
He’d tried thinking of it as being pissed-off at the world; all the deadbeat dads that let their kids starve while their mothers fought to pay bills; the town’s unwillingness to make a skateboard park for the kids that no one over thirty liked; the fifty-five year old man that would get laid-off so his company could hire a twenty-something bastard that they could pay thousands less. Whatever it was, Zeke never actually cared. He was just angry, and wanted to show the world what-for. Each donation and bag of food (along with a gift card to ‘Martin’s’, just in case the laid-off man wanted a different spaghetti sauce) left on a porch was anonymous, and it would stay that way.
It wasn’t about being angry anymore, however, and Zeke knew it--and in retrospect, he HAD cared, hadn’t he? It was high-time he stopped being mad and gave in to the idea that he actually liked helping out. Andrea would enjoy her prom, his mother would have everything she needed to get better, he’d host the most kick-ass telescope building parties anyone had ever attended… and when that trust fund kicked in? Zeke grinned, thinking of just how hard he was going to spoil Casey, because Casey was the most important person in the world to him. He’d kick up a fuss, more than likely, telling Zeke to lay off with the gifts and offers. But Zeke wouldn’t give in. Nope.
Just as Zeke had opened a template on Microsoft Works, his phone rang. He grabbed it up from the desk and pressed it upon his ear with his shoulder, intent on working through the call. “’Lo?”
“Zeke, it’s Dad.”
The work was going to have to wait as Zeke’s fingers had turned into ice at the sound of Jack’s voice. “Oh. Hi,” he said.
“I didn’t meant to call so late, but--you always stayed up way past your bedtime, anyway,” Mr. Tyler said. If Zeke wasn’t mistaken, this wasn’t a dig--it even sounded as if the man was being wistful. “I just wanted to get in touch, because I talked to your mom a bit ago. She said that you got into Ohio State.”
Zeke sat back. Even if this was a rare, pleasant call from the man that had treated him like dirt for the last twenty years, he couldn’t relax. His fingers were still clenched on the phone in a vice-like grip, and his feet were crossed at the ankles tight. “Yea,” was all he could reply with.
“That’s wonderful news, Zeke. I was very glad to hear it.”
“Yea.” A small pause followed, with Zeke not having any idea on what to do. Jack sounded sincere, but that could change at any moment. Zeke expected a lecture, all on how he’d best study and work his ass off, how he’d always been lazy and it would be a waste, his messing up in college…
“I don’t expect much when it comes to a conversation. We parted on bad terms… per usual,” Mr. Tyler said. “I just wanted to give my congrats--and ask, when is your graduation taking place?”
Zeke blinked. “Why?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’?” Mr. Tyler asked; he even chuckled a little. “I’d like to watch my son graduate high school. Is that so bad?”
“Oh… um, okay,” Zeke said. He opened the desk drawer that he’d shoved the ‘Senior Schedule’ into a few months before. “Um… June fourth.”
“Oh.” Mr. Tyler went quiet a moment. “I was hoping it’d be the Friday after that. Damn it… I have to attend a weekend seminar from the fourth until the sixth. I can’t miss it.”
This barely disappointed Zeke, seeing as how the man had missed way too much in his life to have expected him to show up in the first place. “It’s okay. Not a big deal.”
“I think it is.”
“Dad…”
“I still don’t agree with the way you’re living your life. I don’t approve of it, whatsoever. But you’re graduating. It’s my duty as a father to be there, but…” Mr. Tyler made a long, loud sigh. While Zeke was still stuck on the ‘I disapprove’ bits, the man continued. “The weekend after… it’s free for me. I still need to stick around the city as I’m in the middle of a few important cases and I may be called on by my clients. This is a big thing I’m asking, but did you want to come visit… maybe have a nice night out, at least?”
“I… don’t know,” Zeke replied, but he wanted to give an outright, ‘Hells no.’ “I’ll think about it.”
“All right. I just have one stipulation,” Mr. Tyler said. “Your… boyfriend. He’d need to stay home.”
“Oh yea?”
“Yes. I want a father-son weekend, not a father-son-and-his-boyfriend thing. I don’t think it’s a lot to ask.”
Zeke rolled his eyes and put his head back. “You didn’t even need to ask. Even if you allowed him to come-with, I wouldn’t bring him. He’s not used to cataclysmic family dysfunction,” he said. “Especially since he’d be getting the brunt of it.”
“Can we not argue?” Mr. Tyler asked.
“I’m not trying to start anything. It’s just the truth; if I said yes, you’ve got nothing to worry about. But I’m not saying yes, not yet. Maybe not at all.”
“That’s fine. I understand.”
“’K.”
“I am proud of you, Son,” Mr. Tyler said. “And I’m willing to say that I haven’t said that enough over the years. Okay?”
A rare concession; Zeke nodded. “Thanks. I’m trying.”
“I know. Call me when you decide anything; I always have my cell on me.”
“’K,” Zeke said again. “Bye, Dad.”
“Bye, Zeke.”
That being said, Zeke hung up the phone, placed it back in its cradle and stared at it for a full minute. Had that really just happened? No arguments, scolding, or lectures involved? Zeke returned to his work, though his concentration wasn’t as pristine anymore.
~*~
“Check it ooout…” Casey said as he got into Zeke’s car. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and grinned like an idiot. “I got home last night and found this on my desk.”
“Sweet. Now you can get your drug-deal on,” Zeke replied with a sly smile.
“Yea, like you. You’ve had a cell since when, Kindergarten? Talk about connectivity.”
Zeke snorted and pulled away from the curb. “Riiight.”
“It’s a family-plan thing. It allows other numbers to be primary contacts, but I gotta keep outside-calls to a min, since it’ll cost extra,” Casey said. “Mom’s all about keeping in touch since the mishap in drive-thru.”
“That’s a good thing.”
“Plus, she packed a bag full of books and snacks for her waiting-in-line adventure today,” Casey said. “I guess the doors opens at one. She’s so excited.”
“Hah… Mommy Connor, the ‘Star Wars’ Geek. That really IS its own brand of awesome,” Zeke said. This line of conversation brought him back to the night before; he cleared his throat and sighed. “Dad called last night.”
“Your dad?”
Zeke gave him a look edgewise and smirked. “No, Stan’s.”
“What did he want?” Casey tentatively asked.
“It was actually pretty uneventful. He heard from Mom that I’d gotten into OSU and wanted to congratulate me and shit,” Zeke explained. “Surprise, surprise. He even asked me if I’d come visit him the weekend after graduation.”
“Oh.”
Zeke noted Casey’s disappointed tone. “What?”
“Well… that’s probably gonna be the weekend of my graduation party, I think. I didn’t want to clog the first weekend up; Del’s already said her party’s gonna be a gala event, the day after graduation, and that everyone’s expected to attend,” Casey said. “So…”
“Then I ain’t gonna go. Simple as that.”
“You… sure?”
“Fuck yea. If he wants to see me, he can fly out himself. It ain’t my job to cater to HIS schedule.”
“Okay. But…” Casey looked to Zeke with a soft expression. “If you think about it, he might be trying to--be your dad. A REAL one, y’know? It might be good to see if you can work some of your shit out.”
“Why, do I actually need him or anything? I haven’t all these years. Why start now?” Zeke asked. “Honestly, Case; if he wants to keep things pleasant, then fine--I’ll do the same. But I ain’t gonna start begging for fishing trips and camp-outs. That’s just not our thing, never will be.”
“I know. Just… think about it, or something.”
“Nothing to think about. I’m gonna be at your graduation party, since I care about you a hella-lot more than anyone else.”
Casey beamed. “Yea?”
“Duh,” Zeke replied, smiling back.
~*~
“We just got here, yea… where are you in line?”
Zeke slipped his sunglasses on and looked towards the cinema entrance. It seemed as if the whole of Herrington was here; the line waiting for tickets seemed to be a mile long, stretching from inside the building to the parking lot, at least four or five people in thickness, larger lumps scattered through the line. He and Casey headed over with brisk steps; Casey scanned the area with a frown. “Still not in yet, wow… what time did you get here?” A small pause followed; Casey grinned. “Eleven? That ain’t early, not for something like this.”
Zeke could hear the woman’s chattering echoing from the phone. Casey shook his head as they reached the crowds. “White post? There’s a hundred of those; what else is--wait, I see you,” Casey said. He nudged Zeke and began walking closer to the door. She was now in view, stuck between a stormtrooper and a girl with bright green braids and dressed in a goth-club styled, shiny vinyl outfit. She looked terribly out-of-place, but her bright smile and waving arm convinced Zeke that she was having the time of her life.
“Hey!” she said as they arrived. She looked down at her phone and bit her lip. “How do you turn this off again?”
“The red button.” Casey reached over and pressed it.
“I’m never going to get used to this. So hey, almost there!” she said, pointing to the door. “Can you believe all of these costumes? They’re brilliant! This guy here, he said that he ordered his trooper-suit online, direct from an official ‘Star Wars’ site.”
The stormtrooper put his blaster up at them in greeting. “She said she’d join the dark side if given the choice--we could use her.”
Even if Zeke was a ‘Star Wars’ fanatic, he couldn’t help a smirk. Some people went a bit crazy over these things, in his opinion. He then noticed the girl behind them; she wore a suspicious look. He cleared his throat. “We ain’t cutting, she’s buying our tickets.”
“Okay,” she replied, then turned back to talk to the guy in a long black leather jacket and ruffled shirt standing next to her.
A half an hour passed before they were in the lobby, then another twenty minutes before reaching the ticket booth. Mrs. Connor dug out the money and leaned in. “Six tickets for Episode One, please!” she excitedly replied. As the girl nodded and punched in her order, she turned to the boys with a Cheshire Cat smile. It was the most endearing thing Zeke had ever seen.
~*~
A rare treat arrived at the Connor household; with Mrs. Connor having spent the morning and afternoon at the theater, cooking wasn’t at the top of her list. Zeke was invited to the house for dinner, which consisted of Pizza Hut fare.
Mr. Connor doled out slices and chattered about the fun they’d be having a week from now. “So, you think we should dress up for it?” he asked.
Casey paled as his mother cooed. “I think we should, yes!”
“I went to the mall on my break and saw some really cool ‘Star Wars’ stuff on sale. I couldn’t help myself--I totally bought lightsabers.”
“Oh god…” Casey groaned. “What have I done?”
“Whaaat?” Mr. Connor said in a drawl.
“Don’t worry, honey. You and your friends don’t have to sit next to us, if you don’t want to,” Mrs. Connor said. “We know how dorky it is, being seen with your square-parents.”
“Squares? You’re letting Casey go to a weekday midnight showing, for god’s sake.” Zeke bumped his elbow into Casey’s arm. “You’d best cut your ‘rents some slack for this. We’re sitting next to them. No arguments.”
“Fine, fine,” Casey said past a mouthful of pizza.
Mrs. Connor went into deep thought while picking pepperoni off a slice to eat. “I think I’ll wear my white dress--and I’ll make a pearl-encrusted headdress like Queen Amisalsa.”
“Amidala,” Casey corrected while Zeke held back raging laughter.
“Hey--I got a good idea,” Mr. Connor said. “You have the original trilogy on video, right Casey?”
“Yea. The original, not the redone edition. George Lucas is getting scary,” Casey replied.
“We should have a movie night this weekend, watch the whole thing! It’s been years since I watched it… in fact, I think the only time I saw them was when I took you to the theater when they came out,” Mr. Connor said. “You can invite Stan and Stokely, we’ll have popcorn…”
“Ooh! When, Friday?” Mrs. Connor asked.
“No, that’s my poker night.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Yes, god forbid we don’t have cigar smoke and loud men all over the place.”
“Saturday. Are you boys up for that?” Mr. Connor asked, ignoring his wife’s comments.
“’Guess so,” Zeke said.
“Sure,” Casey added.
Their dinner went on, with talks on the movie melding into work, school and other basic topics. At one point, Casey sneaked his foot over to Zeke’s for a little toe-play, making it hard for Zeke to keep up with idle conversation. When they were finished, Casey stood, picked up his plate and shrugged Zeke’s way. “Wanna play video games?” he asked.
Zeke was sure that gaming was a total and complete ruse. The look on Mrs. Connor’s face showed that she seemed to suspect the same. Still… video games were video games. “Yea, okay,” Zeke said.
“Put the dishes in the washer first,” Mrs. Connor told them.
“’K,” Casey said then rushed into the kitchen, Zeke following. After their dinnerware was practically tossed inside the dishwasher, Casey glanced back to the dining room for a quick parent-check then grabbed Zeke’s wrist to pull him towards the hall. “C’mon. Mario Kart.”
Zeke chuckled under his breath as they made it to the stairs, rushed up and got inside the confines of Casey’s room. Casey shut the door with his back and stood there, smiling like the devil. “I lied.”
“But… video games,” Zeke said, mocking disappointment as Casey stepped away from his spot and pressed their chests together. “Don’t tell me you fibbed to your parents… that’s not nice.”
“Did I tell them ‘we’re gonna go play video games’? Nope. I didn’t. We just changed our minds.”
There was no room for debate, especially when Casey draped his arms around Zeke’s neck and shoulders, pulled himself up and gave Zeke a soft, slow kiss. When they broke apart, they breathed together a moment before Zeke made a shaky sigh. “How far can we get with them hanging around?” he asked.
Casey outright pouted. “The clothes gotta stay on, I’d say. And we can’t make a lotta noise.”
Thinking about their options, Zeke glanced to Casey’s stereo. “Well… we can put something on, give us some cover…?”
“Hmm…” Casey mulled it over before nodding and going over to his bookshelf--not the CD rack. Zeke was confused until Casey drew out ‘Pale Blue Dot’ in audio book format. Casey waved it around while wearing a coy smile. “Sagan’s voice gets me hot.”
Zeke chuckled heartily. “Oh yea?”
“Damned straight. I mean, Hawking is awesome, but…” Casey said. Less than a minute passed before he had the CD in the player and he pressed ‘Play’.
‘We were wanderers from the beginning. We knew every stand of tree for a hundred miles. When the fruits or nuts were ripe, we were there. We followed the herds in their annual…’
Zeke found himself flat on his back on the bed, put there by a very insistent Casey. A moan escaped his throat when Casey slid his body over his, straddling his waist. The boy’s hands rose up slowly to take Zeke’s wrists and hold him down before lowering his mouth to his. Again, it was slow and easy, not desperate or hungry. Even with some obvious pent-up sexual aggression--between the both of them--there could be no wild tangling of naked limbs tonight. ‘Damn it…’ Zeke thought, his cock reacting to the small rubbing Casey made against him.
‘…sometimes to unknown lands. We sought a better place. And when we couldn’t get along with the others in our little nomadic band, we left to find a more friendly bunch somewhere else.’
The growing ridge between Casey’s legs pressed up against Zeke’s lower belly. The boy needed attention, however minute. Zeke pulled one wrist from Casey’s grasp to push down to Casey’s thighs, finding the middle of them to begin a slow stroking over the denim. Casey irked and moved their lips apart; he pressed their foreheads together and whispered, “Careful.”
“’Not gonna unbutton anything. Just touching,” Zeke whispered in reply. He hummed and squirmed his hips a little. “Touch back.”
Casey slid off of Zeke to lie on his side, Zeke’s hand following to keep fondling. They moved in closer to each other and with trembling sighs, Casey put his hand over Zeke’s own hard shaft. Zeke closed his eyes and smiled, pecking Casey on the lips a few times. “Nice,” he said in a murmur.
“Friday… I’m gonna fuck you.”
Zeke felt his eyes cross behind the lids. “Yea?”
“Mmhmm.” Casey wrapped his hand around Zeke’s cock and stilled it, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. “I said I would, remember?”
“I like that idea…” Zeke seemed to drift off into a cloud, his head feeling fuzzy. When Casey moved his hand away from Zeke’s cock to slide around to his ass, Zeke furrowed his brow. Casey dipped past the waist of Zeke’s jeans--only enough to provide an excruciating tease. The tips of his fingers dragged against the skin, bitten-sharp nails scratching as he went.
“You make me crazy,” Casey said. He kissed Zeke’s nose then nuzzled his own against it. “Six months ago… fuck.”
Zeke managed to find enough concentration to speak, asking, “Did you… ever fantasize about--stuff like this?”
“Nope. You’re a bad influence.”
“Hmm,” Zeke hummed and chuckled. “You love it.”
“Yea. I do,” Casey said. He dared to dip his hand lower, all the way down to the wrist to place a hand on one side of Zeke’s ass.
‘Even after four-hundred generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a--’
“Casey? We forgot dessert, the brownies.”
The call from behind the (thankfully) closed door made Zeke open his eyes in a flash; he found Casey looking stern and grumpy, teeth gritting and all. He stopped everything to flop back onto the mattress. “No thanks. But thanks.”
“You sure? They’re still warm,” his mother said.
“She’s doing this to ruin the mood…” Casey whispered before loudly calling, “Never mind, Mom, we’re set!”
“Okay then. Who’s talking?”
“Carl Sagan.”
“Who’s that?”
“Mom, I’ve talked about him before, he’s just… okay, we’ll have some brownies,” Casey conceded defeat.
“We’ve got raging hard-ons,” Zeke hissed.
Casey rolled his eyes and grabbed his cardigan from the floor. “I’ve got a secret weapon,” he said as he threw the cardigan on; he then sat back, closed his eyes and went into deep concentration.
“Uh… what’re you doing?”
“’Thinking back, two years ago… the ‘rents forgot that I had a half-day at school, and sometimes my dad came home for a little ‘afternoon delight’ on his breaks…” Casey began cringing and clearing his throat. “Oh god, it was terrible. Right in the living room and everything.”
Zeke himself started feeling horror creep into his veins. “Shit. What did you do?”
“Freaked out. Then my dad took me to the mall to buy me video games,” Casey replied, his smile returning. He opened his eyes, looked down into his lap and sighed. “There. Better.”
“So… do we really gotta wait ‘til Friday?”
“Zeke…”
“Why not tomorrow?” Zeke asked with a sly grin.
“Okay, I just managed to tame the beast. Shut. Up.”
~*~
Friday. More than two days away. Zeke wondered if Casey would consider ditching class to rid Zeke of the anticipation-anxiety, but he wouldn’t, of course. And shouldn’t. Still, would it hurt to ask?
‘Cut it out,’ Zeke grumbled in his mind as he made a pathetic attempt at sleep. Even with no clothes on and his window open, letting cool air inside, his skin was clammy and hot. His brain was racing, thinking of possibilities, positions and posteriors. The last item usually involved Casey’s body, but at the moment, Zeke was more concerned with his own. What he wanted done with it.
The first time he’d started exploring his homosexual nature was when he was thirteen, but it never went past groping and sixty-nining. The backside was never thought upon, Zeke’s or the one he was with. That felt strange, foreign, even gross. Dicks were one thing--you could actually DO things with them, find enormous amounts of pleasure in simply getting yours looked at. But the ass? For the longest time it held one function and one function alone, in Zeke’s mind. But when he came across a gay magazine in the woods behind the town park, his entire world turned on its axis.
Rimming; he hadn’t even thought about it. For one split-second, looking at the picture of a man’s cheeks being spread by his partner, whose tongue reached out to the tanned hole, Zeke’s mind screamed, ‘Fucking EW!’, but his body flushed and his own ass clenched in the very next second. It wasn’t dirty, but erotic--personal. The ultimate give. That night, after tucking the crumpled, water-damaged magazine under his bed, Zeke went to take a shower to try to calm down. He’d only ended up staying under the spray until it went cold, all to keep rubbing his cleft with a bar of soap. With every pass over the hot center of it, he’d scared himself shitless. ‘Why do I LIKE this?’ his raging, out-of-control and confused adolescent mind had panicked.
But he liked it, and that was undeniable. It hadn’t been long before all-out sex had started intriguing him, but like hell if he was going to act on it, whether he’d be on the bottom or top of things. That was, until Dale showed up on his doorstep after a whole year of not seeing him; the boy Zeke had crushed on since he’d come over years before to visit with his mother, Mrs. Tyler’s old cheerleading friend from college. Who knew how it happened, but it happened. Assuming that his father would be at work until the usual late hour, Zeke had seen it safe to take Dale to his room, muse over comics, drink some beer and land in bed together, naked and eager. Of course, nothing was perfect, and a few clients had canceled appointments to allow Mr. Tyler to come home for an early supper. The rest was history.
But even with the pain and agony that his father had delivered in finding out just how Zeke liked things, he’d done it. Zeke had actually done it.
On his eighteenth birthday, he’d gotten a card from his mother. The words she’d written haunted him: ‘Now you’re legal--be good!’ While she’d smiled and handed him a few presents, his father had taken a glance at it, rolled his eyes and tossed Zeke a check for five-hundred dollars, as if money wasn’t flowing through Zeke like blood through his veins on a daily basis. He was gone less than a week later. That was when he’d started taking girls home, all to deny every last little bit of his sexual-self. It carried over well into his friendship with Casey--the boy he hadn’t even looked at before Marybeth came around.
Okay--not true. Zeke HAD looked at him, while thinking, ‘Jesus Christ, motherfucker, get a goddamned backbone.’ Looking back, Zeke wondered if he was pleading, wanting something to love about the kid. He couldn’t go for someone who let others beat on him, someone who hid like a scared rabbit instead of sticking up for himself. Zeke wanted someone strong and sharp who didn’t take anyone’s shit. And when Casey became that…
History. Again.
So there he lay, thinking about his ass; his so-far untouched ass. When he’d been with Dale that fateful day, he hadn’t gotten a chance to get on his stomach, of course. But that road had been repaired, paved-over and made for smooth sailing now. Zeke moved to his side and closed his eyes. Casey’s cock wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to make Zeke clench his jaw to the point of breaking teeth when the time came. He’d need to relax, to picture it--right now--prepare.
Prepare. He did have a bunch of bananas in the kitchen.
‘FUCK, shut up!’ Zeke thought. His brow crinkled up and he both groaned and laughed at himself. He then sighed and let his hand slide down his belly to his groin. This would settle him in for the night, he figured.
Smooth and steady. His palm was already sweating from his body’s heat, making the act feel sticky already. Zeke swirled his thumb over the tip, causing another groan to sound off in his throat. He pressed the side of his face into the pillow and nuzzled in time with his slow stroking. The pace soon picked up; his lips shook open as he began imagining Casey behind him, giving Zeke a reach-around while filling his ass. Zeke jerked his head up and stretched his neck taut… teeth. He’d beg Casey to bare them into his skin, much like an animal would. It would hold Zeke, claim him. Casey’s mouth, cock and hand, marking Zeke as his. The boy was pure power and he didn’t even know it, but Zeke would show him.
When he came, he realized that his other hand had sneaked behind him to shove two fingers inside. And he didn’t even know it.
~*~
Note: "Three-point-nine times eight to the seventh" = 8,178,892.8