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Title: "The World Wide WHAT? (Part Seven)"
Rating: NC-17 (uhhuh.)
Pairing: C/Z
Synopsis: Zeke makes things completely normal; he'd be insane otherwise.
Links to first five chapters: One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six
Oh, this place was familiar…
That pole was definitely familiar. He’d seen it before. He looked up and down the column of metal, down to Casey. He smiled slowly as Casey put his back to it, his hands at his sides. “So. Bleachers then.”
“Yea.” Casey sighed out, blinking in the most alluring way. Zeke blushed, looking down at the cuffs in his hands.
“Kinda… odd, don’t you think… bleachers and all?”
“How so?”
“Well… it’s where MaryBeth had her… ‘Last stand’.”
The smile on Casey’s lips; he turned his eyes away, one hand going to his jeans button. “You know how they say… like, every eight seconds a guy thinks of sex?”
“Yea.” Zeke drawled out, watching with a fascinated gaze as Casey’s button came open, revealing the pale swatch of skin under his belly button.
“Took me more than that to get through those bleachers.” Casey told him, running a finger along his zipper. “The thought of fucking you helped me do that,”
Zeke felt his jaw drop slightly, his lips curling. “So we’ve been under the bleachers all this time,” he stated frankly. Casey nodded.
“Inspired my picture taking,”
Zeke nodded knowingly, coming forward. Getting to Casey now he pressed their chests together, taking a long breath as he watched Casey’s eyes close slowly. Zeke’s hands went to Casey’s jacket and slid it down his arms, removing it entirely. He threw it to the side then took one of his wrists gently and placed a cuff upon it, making Casey’s arm go instantly goose fleshed. “It IS my favorite picture of you,” he whispered in Casey’s ear as he matched his other wrist in décor. He ran a hand down to Casey’s wrist, loving the feel of cold metal there. Casey pushed his hips forward, shoving his erection into Zeke’s own. Zeke shuddered and growled low in his throat, putting a hand at Casey’s temple. “You are beautiful like this. Y’now that?”
Casey opened his eyes again, their appearance glazed and gorgeously blue in the low light. He didn’t need to say anything, his face emoting his wants and needs clearly to Zeke as it was. Zeke sighed and put a finger to Casey’s collar, tracing around it to the top button. Everything about this went against the grain; Zeke had never, ever bothered looking at guys, never mind be cuffing one to a pole to… well. He didn’t need to care about that, because all he wanted to care about right now was this lustful, perfectly beautiful boy, all his own. It made him start unbuttoning his shirt, watching Casey’s chest rise and fall slowly as his skin came into view. Zeke looked to Casey’s face, finding that he was being stared at with shaky eyes. Without a word he finished the shirt and slipped a hand to Casey’s chest. He didn’t take his eyes off of Casey’s; he wanted to see his face when he touched him…
There.
Oh, those eyes rolling back, it was like some heavenly vision encased in long, dark fluttering lashes. Zeke caressed Casey gently at first, running his fingertips in circles over one pert nipple; he watched himself doing this, breathing in long and deep. So different from the feel of a woman of course, no mound to climb onto to reach that excited nub, hard and aching to be touched. Just soft skin, fitting perfectly into Zeke’s hand, just enough- too perfect, too… right.
“God, Casey,” Zeke muttered shakily, his fingers tensing in a clamp now. Casey bucked once, keeping his back arched as he gasped out.
“Please lick it,” he begged, lower lip quivering. Zeke bent his head down, moving aside the remains of Casey’s shirt with his cheek. He was so warm with spots of cold where Zeke had touched him. He kissed along the tapestry of creamy skin to that lovely, chocolate colored point. His lips shook open, letting his tongue exit and lap around the rising flesh, Casey gasping louder, shriller. He finally sucked it in with his lips, tracing the very tip of it with his teeth. One of his hands went to Casey’s side, grabbing his hip in a tight hold, pressing and kneading through his loosened shirt. The other was at Casey’s neck, massaging hard into the tense skin and bone there.
“How is it…” Zeke murmured through gentle nips he made. “You’ve made me want you so fucking bad, Casey?”
A shaky laugh escaped Casey’s throat. He shook his head blissfully. “I’ve never been so lucky…” he murmured softly, lowering his head to Zeke’s ear, nuzzling there with his nose. “Do you know how fucking hard it’s been… just sitting in the same room with you…”
Zeke’s ears buzzed, a true sign that he was getting extremely excited. His pulse pounded so hard, feeling it through every inch of skin it grew close to. He lifted his head up to meet Casey again, pressing their foreheads together. He put a finger to Casey’s lips and traced along them, feeling them tremble as he touched. “You’ve grown up, Casey Connor,” he murmured in his ear. He could feel Casey’s lips curve up at this on the side of his cheek. It was here that everything was decided; Zeke wasn’t going to just ‘play along’, no- he was going to have what he wanted, to simply give what Casey wanted. After all… who was to stop either of them…
In one solid, swift motion he moved to Casey’s lips again, kissing him with a ferocity even he had trouble recognizing within himself. Perhaps that’s what Casey was meant to be to him- his absolute lack of control, his true high and pleasure. At least that’s what he tasted like, plunging his tongue deep to the back of Casey’s throat. Casey didn’t protest this at all, making a very clear ridge grow in his jeans. He pressed his hips forward, making Casey groan into his mouth at the feel of Zeke’s eager cock against his. “That’s me wanting you, Case,” Zeke murmured in a growl, pulling away to swipe Casey’s hair from his forehead. He took hold of it, hoping he could be careful enough to not tear it straight from his scalp as he dived to his neck, extending it in a pale column to his mouth. Casey gasped and squealed, his arms tugging at the restraints. Zeke dragged his teeth downwards, groaning low and deep as he left long red lines, marking Casey as his very own.
“FUCK…” Casey irked out loudly, his legs shaking against Zeke’s. Zeke moved back up to his ear, hearing his ragged breath echoing off of Casey’s skin. He grasped his tender lobe with his teeth, closing his eyes and reminding himself… “Careful… careful… careful…” in a rhythmic mantra. If he had the slightest amount of mindfulness leave him now, he would fear for Casey’s life. He focused his attentions downwards now; while still suckling at Casey’s ear, Zeke’s hand reached past the opened jeans hanging loosely on Casey’s hips. He grasped Casey’s length and moaned, almost louder than Casey himself.
“Casey…” he whispered shakily, running his hand over Casey’s long, rock hard shaft. Jesus Flying Christ… for such a small young man…
“Fuck me,”
Zeke moved his eyes back to Casey’s. “Could hurt,”
“It won’t.”
“How do you know?” Zeke asked playfully. Casey met his eyes with a serious, solid stare.
“In my jacket. Grapeseed.”
Zeke’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “You sly lil’ fucker.” He said as he walked over to the strewn jacket, looking in the pockets inside of it. Sure enough, his hand found a small plastic bottle filled with sloshing oil. He looked back at Casey and stopped in every movement and thought.
He’d known what kind of power Casey held in those eyes, but right now… for God’s sake. The way they looked at him right now was enough for Zeke to melt. They begged, pleaded, even screamed at him in a language of blue. His eyes traveled down his slight form, the shirt hanging from his arms fully off the shoulders… the front of his jeans rumpled and loose. He was perfect- and without his camera. DAMN it…
Zeke stood up and walked back over, placing the bottle on a flat rail next to Casey’s arms. He put his hands to the waist of Casey’s jeans, and with a low, deep breath, began inching them down. Zeke felt the utter need to simply worship Casey right now; worship him for every single beating he’d taken all his life and still going to school- worship him for being the bravest soul he’d ever known- worship him for his delicate beauty that could only be described as indescribable… all in the form of making him naked to Zeke’s eyes, his hands caressing his thighs, down to his calves. He untied Casey’s bootlaces and removed his shoes gently as if they were made of porcelain.
“You’re making me feel, Case.” He muttered as he lifted one foot, removed the jeans there, then the other. “That’s something else.”
“Feel what?” Casey asked. Zeke knelt down further, bringing one of Casey’s feet to his knee. He bent his head down and kissed the very top of it then took the other, repeating the action. He went up, kissing to his ankle, up more to his calf, biting gently as he made his way up further along smooth, untainted skin. Without anything more to be said he looked up, finding that Casey’s face was soaked with tears.
“Casey?” he said softly, reaching an arm up and touching his cheek with his fingertips.
“Hate me if you want, but if I didn’t love you before, I do now.” Casey said shakily, looking away. His chest heaved in one heavy sob, Zeke blinking with wonderment. Figuring Casey was as high as a kite with emotion he heightened it all with one open mouth upon him, taking his cock inside. Casey cried out shrilly, eyes squeezing shut as he bucked. Zeke almost laughed, holding onto his hip to steady him. He’d never, ever even thought of doing something like this but again- Casey was just so known to him, like he’d always had a map of him to look at and familiarize with. Nothing seemed to fill him with doubt as he brought his tongue to the underside, lapping in one full motion and out. He stood up now, wiping his lips with his jacket sleeve.
“The fuck,” he muttered in amusement, throwing off his jacket. Casey smiled and chuckled drowsily as Zeke stripped himself bare from the waist up. He put one hand to Casey’s side and pulled him away from the pole; before Casey could ask what he was doing it became quite clear. Zeke bent down and slipped underneath Casey’s arm, wrapping one of his own around Casey’s waist from behind. He put his hand to his jeans, undoing his belt and buttons. “Guess what?” Zeke said, kissing a line down Casey’s shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re about to lose your virginity with someone who loves you back,” he said, making Casey gasp. “Rare that, nowadays. Isn’t it?”
“Zeke…” Casey said. He didn’t say anything however; Zeke removed his desperate, needy cock from his clothing and hummed low into Casey’s shoulder.
“We’re both new at this. I’ll take it slow…”
“Fuck hard.”
“Casey…”
“Fuck… me… hard, Zeke.”
Zeke sighed, his eyes closing as he took one hand to Casey’s behind. Casey was holding his breath tight in his chest as Zeke moved his palm down one slope of the softest ass he’d ever touched, so beautifully perfect… it was then that the most irrational thought entered his mind. No one was perfect… but Casey simply was. He bent his knees once finding Casey’s entrance, probing it slightly to feel the tense ring of muscle there, so warm and fucking tight…
“Last chance, Case. You know I won’t be able to stop.”
“Hard.”
Zeke needed nothing else to convince him. He simply pushed forward, hard and accurate. He wrapped his arm around Casey’s stomach as Casey pushed forward, howling in animalistic cries. He pushed further and further until his stomach was nearly cemented to Casey’s spine. Fuck, holy FUCK…
“You’re fucking m-me…” Casey said shakily. Zeke grunted, pushing out then in again, thrusting his hips in jolts to keep entering the warmth Casey presented. This wicked boy MUST have practiced, and done so quite well. His inner muscles moved perfectly in time to Zeke’s movements, clenching and unclenching at the perfect moments.
“You’re fucking gorgeous as hell,” Zeke said, putting his mouth to Casey’s shoulder, kissing and sucking his way to Casey’s neck. He reached down to Casey’s cock and stroked it lovingly, feeling it jerk and twist in his hand. Zeke felt himself losing some control, but didn’t want it all to end… no fucking way, he thought. Let us just… STAY like this…
Zeke was in full Casey-worship mode now, one hand now traveling over his chest and resting on the neglected nipple to twist and curl in his fingertips. Casey outright screamed- how right he was, how blissfully correct he’d been. He put his shaking lips to Casey’s ear, kissing at a fallen lock of hair. “I love you, Casey,” he whispered, suckling once again on the firm cartilage. Casey outright sobbed and wailed with emotion and Zeke’s hand between Casey’s legs became soaked with Casey’s come. It was just enough to push him over the edge himself, making a few more pushes inside before falling over the edge, the cliff he visited alone too often. Now however he had a warm, living body right here, and giving him everything he’d ever wanted in his whole entire life. He knew, or at least took a good guess that Casey would cry during lovemaking… he never realized he himself was capable of that as well, until now.