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Title: "Bliss (Part Two)"
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Casey/OMC
Synopsis: Sometimes you can't run.
are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?
are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?
we want the young blood
-Radiohead, “we suck young blood”
Casey got out of the car, shaking his head with anger. “Oh Casey, just buy our OLD car,” he remembered his mother telling him. “I’d rather you get a car we KNOW isn’t a lemon then have you risk your money on something else,”
Not a lemon, eh? Well, this happened to be the third time this piece of crap broke down in the last month. He didn’t even drive it to school; he’d only add more to his embarrassment driving (or pushing) this thing in the parking lot. His parents were persuasive like that, even though they’d put the money in Casey’s college fund that he’d give them for this. The point escaped Casey entirely.
Knowing it was too late for both buses and cabs to be running, he chanced a call home. Looking at his watch it read 11:30. Perhaps his parents came back from their dinner & a movie date. He hopped over the curb, looking around. The only phone was in the Chinese restaurant directly in front of him. At least he wouldn’t freeze his ear off making a call.
He walked inside, seeing and smelling the cigarette smoke wafting around. He got to the phone and pulled out his change, sighing deeply. Someone just past the wooden rails separating him from the rest of the restaurant was groaning about losing another $20 on Keno, making Casey roll his eyes. This place was well known as a spot to get drunk late while eating cheap food, along with losing every dime you had at playing that stupid game. In his looking around he didn’t notice that the answering machine had clicked on. “Hello, you’ve reached the Connor home! We’re not here right now…”
“Fuck,” Casey muttered, holding the phone to his cheek close. It smelled like Camels and beer.
“Beep.”
“Mom? Dad? It’s Casey- look, the car broke down again, it’s 11:35 now; if you get this in the next ten minutes, can you come pick me up?” he said, trying to make his voice louder than the jukebox playing “American Pie”. “I’ll be in front of the Chinese restaurant on Mill Street. Otherwise I’ll be walking home. Bye,”
He hung up, a groan deep in his throat. He knew the chances of them getting the message were slim; they usually went straight to bed after a date. He figured he’d keep his hopes up and go outside again to wait in the chilled air. And chilled it was; God, it’d just turned to spring a week ago. You would think March would catch onto that.
Five minutes into standing around, kicking at stray cigarette butts lining the sidewalk, Casey bit his lip. He was so tired, and just wanted to be home in his cozy bed. Warm, snug, and dreaming. He looked up and sighed again, figuring it’d be best to start out now so he could make it home before half past midnight.
“Hey,”
Casey turned around, seeing an older man just coming out of the restaurant. His shaved head glinted in the streetlight above them, sunglasses also shining. “Yea?” he replied, blinking.
“Heard you on the phone in there… need a ride?”
Casey wasn’t so sure; he didn’t know this guy at all, and had had the fear of God put in him from a very early age by his mother. Right down to describing other unfortunate cases of young boys found on the highway in a ditch, she wanted Casey to be afraid. But it was so cold that it made Casey nod. This guy was tall, but didn’t look like a killer. How stupid to think that, he thought, but nodded anyways. “All right.” He said. The man smiled, pulling his long coat tighter to his chest.
“I’m parked just around the corner here.” He said, motioning ahead. Casey nodded and followed him to a green sedan and waited at the passenger side. The man reached over and unlocked the door for him, letting Casey slip inside its cool depths.
“Name’s Will,” the man said.
“Casey,” he feebly replied, almost getting drowned out by Will’s motor starting up loudly.
“I heard, back in the restaurant.”
Casey sat back, looking out the window as the car pulled away from the curb and started off on the road. Will lit a cigarette and offered Casey one, making him shake his head. “No thank you; I don’t smoke,” he told him. Will nodded, his jaw tense as he puffed. Casey tried ignoring the look on his face, emoting the vision of someone fighting to say something.
“You’re that- Casey, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Casey, Casey Connor. The alien kid.”
Damn it all, Casey mulled. He hadn’t thought about someone recognizing him like this in their car. “Yea. That’s me,” he softly stated, picking a loose thread on his jacket with his short nails. Will nodded slowly, a smile creeping up on his face.
“You’re prettier than your picture,” he muttered through the cigarette butt stuck to his lip. Casey flinched inside; no male called another male ‘pretty’, lest they wanted something.
“Thanks, I guess.”
“Made a killin’ at Keno tonight. All of it untaxed, too. The government doesn’t stake claims on anything below $500. I had lady luck on my side tonight.”
“That’s nice.” Casey said; ‘Dear God, no, okay… where do I live again?’ He thought frantically.
“Interested in sharing my newfound wealth?”
Casey swallowed. “What do you mean?”
Will was quiet for a moment. He then turned the car into a side street, one that was a dead end with only one house; and they passed it to drive straight to its end, the road going bumpy from not being paved. Casey remembered coming here once on a walk to take pictures of a heron’s nest way deep past the trees at the small pond there. Remembered how wonderfully secluded from the world he felt. Will shut off the car and sat back, crossing his arms and turning his head to look at Casey. Casey refused to meet his eyes, keeping one hand planted on the door handle. He should have run already, but didn’t know if he’d even take the chance if this got worse than it already felt. Frozen, like a portrait.
“I won’t force you to do anything. I’m not like that.” Will said quietly, almost soft enough to convince Casey. He still held the silver handle tight, fingertips dusting it’s cool metal as they trembled. “I’ve got cash, and $300 of it is yours. Just for an hour’s worth of your time.”
Casey tried to swallow again, finding his throat too tight to do so. He opened his mouth instead, working the tightness out of his chest with hollow, deep exhalations. “I’m a virgin,” was all he could manage to say; oh for fuck’s sake, Casey, he thought. As if you haven’t planted some dirty seed in this guy’s mind with THAT… he panicked as well. Would this guy be able to tell…
Will grinned broadly, almost blushing. “I know. I could just… tell,” he said. He was quiet a moment as he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a large wad of bills. He began counting them out, sighing deeply in thought. He paused in his counting then resumed, pulling out half the stack. “I’ll make it $400,”
The fact that Casey’s heart was thudding- yet not from fear- made him think of Delilah smirking and saying “fucking whore” to him the next time he saw her. He didn’t know if she’d ever taken money for sex when he said that, but if he were actually even considering this as a possibility, she could say that to him and actually mean it in all truth. “Wh-What do you …want?”
“Like I’d said. Just an hour of your time. Maybe a little more… I’d prefer not to keep a stopwatch hanging over my head,” Will said with a small chuckle. Okay. Ease back. Relax.
“If… if I ask you to stop…”
“I will. Just… take a small cut from the cash,”
Casey nodded. He didn’t say anything else as Will’s breath became heavy. “Let’s go to the back seat,”
Casey nodded fast, undoing the seatbelt from his waist and getting out of the car. He opened the back door with a shaky hand, climbing in just as Will was. The doors shut. Will took a moment to simply stare at Casey, an odd smile across his lips. He put a hand to Casey’s cheek, caressing it gently. “Have you ever been… with another boy?” he said, making a deep swallow drown out the last word. Casey shuddered.
“Not really.”
“Not really?” Will replied, chuckling again. He moved his hand to Casey’s neck and pulled him closer. Casey felt his breath, hot and carrying the slight scent of alcohol to his nostrils. Casey didn’t feel like talking about this; just get it over with. Done deed. Forget about it all later.
It seemed that Will had the same notion as he pressed his dry lips to Casey’s, moaning deeply as he parted Casey’s mouth open with an eager tongue. Casey went a little limp, yet trying to reciprocate best he could. He would feel like an ass putting Will’s money in his pocket later if he didn’t ‘perform’ to the best of his abilities. “You’re such a soft boy,” he murmured past their kiss, putting a hand to the back of Casey’s head, all the more to probe deeper. “Such a pretty, soft boy,”
Will’s mouth left his, going down his chin and onto his neck. He suckled hard at him, making Casey bite his lip. Will took Casey’s arms and draped them over his shoulders; Casey took the hint and clenched his hands there, pressing his fingertips into the cold leather of his coat. Anything to make Will happy; that’s what he paid for.
“Gets so lonely in this town. Nothing but…” Will spoke calmly into Casey’s collarbone as he lapped gently upon it. “Jock boys. I never get to find a boy like you.”
Casey nodded slowly, trying to find his own pleasure in all this. He was wanted, desperately so, he knew that- he’d never been wanted, not even by Delilah. Or Gabe. If he was going to be someone to toy with, he may as well be a wanted one. “You… w-want me,” he stammered out, making Will growl.
“God, such a sweet voice,” he stated gruffly, pushing his tongue further down past Casey’s collar. He felt Will’s fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the fabric aside to the opening of Casey’s jacket. He leant upwards, looking down on Casey with a shaky smile. “Damn it all. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Fucking gorgeous. Two words Casey never heard directed at him, ever. It made him smile, which in turn made Will put his hand to Casey’s lips. “That’s better. I like it when you smile.”
****
He couldn’t. But he did.
Casey walked into his room and flicked the light switch on with a shaky hand. He felt mindless right now, questioning what had happened over the last hour and a half. It wasn’t so much wanting to forget, but… he’d just spent a little over an hour in the backseat of a guy’s car. Getting paid for it.
A cough escaped his throat; he immediately put his hand to his mouth, unsure if he liked or despised the taste of his mouth. When he’d told Will he… he just didn’t want it to go that far, Will had kept to his word and assented to letting Casey use his mouth instead, with a small catch. “I want you outside… on your knees,” he told Casey, giving him a caress to his temples and down to his neck.
His calves were sore from grinding into the pebbled road; looking down he saw imprints of dust and dirt on his jeans, even small indents along the denim from where sharper rocks had nudged their way into the fabric. Will had laid himself down on the leather backseat, propped up on elbows. “Look at me.”
That request had nearly sent Casey over the edge; he would have much preferred to keep his eyes closed, but Will made it clear what he wanted. “I want those gorgeous, baby blues looking up at me…” he panted out as Casey carried out the ministrations of something he wasn’t so sure he was doing right to begin with. Will seemed to like it; if he hadn’t told Casey such, the white on his shaky lips convinced him enough…
He would wake his parents should he shower. He panted out a few breaths, nerves wracked from the events of this night. He kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his clothing, dressing in his pajama bottoms before collapsing into bed. He didn’t sleep.