5
Title: "Bliss (Part Five)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Casey/OC
Synopsis: Giving in can be a wonderful option for someone who never does such.
“It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream & you
can shout
It is too late now
Because
You have not been
paying attention”
-Radiohead, “2+2=5”
“Go out to the bleachers for lunch?”
Casey looked up, seeing Stan sitting at his desk during their last class, study hall. “What?” Casey feebly replied.
“Yea, didn’t see you at lunch.”
Casey nodded slowly. “Yea. I… didn’t feel that well,” he answered. Stan looked to him, blinking slowly.
“You all right?” he asked. “Were you at the nurses’ office or something?”
Casey forced the best smile he could put on, even though his stomach was still aching from his getting sick two hours before. “No. I’m fine, it’s no big deal,”
“Okay,” Stan replied, though didn’t sound convinced. “Hey… wanna see if we can get library passes? I need a little help with my psychology report due next Monday- mind giving me a hand?”
“All right,” Casey told him. Once their teacher Mr. Isaacs showed, they got their permission slips to visit the library. On the way there Casey couldn’t help but shudder as they passed Will’s room on the way. Stan didn’t seem to have noticed, simply making small talk that Casey didn’t really reply to, except for the occasional nod.
They soon arrived at the library and went on a search for the books Stan needed. While in the section for psychology, Stan sighed deeply, smiling to Casey. “Thanks for always helping me out like this. Sometimes I get so lost in here,”
“It’s no big deal,” Casey replied softly, reading through a book he’d found.
“Seriously, I should be paying you with all the times you save my ass from failing,”
Casey bit his lip hard. “Like I said,” he started, his voice cracking slightly. “It’s no big,”
“Eh, well.”
The two of them kept searching through books, finally coming up with a good stack. They brought them over to a table nearby and began leafing through them. Casey looked through Stan’s worksheets on his project, going over some details and where they should look for more information. During a pause Casey looked up, seeing Stan tapping his pencil on his notebook nonchalantly, making notes every now and again. “Stan?” Casey piped up.
“Yea?”
“When you’d said you’d pay me, for helping you and all,” Casey started, getting a smile from Stan.
“What? Are you reconsidering my offer?”
Casey tried to smile, though his face hurt. “No, no- not that. But… do you think that when you get paid for something, that there’s some sort of weird deal… you make in doing so?”
“You’re speaking in riddles again, Casey.” Stan said, putting his notebook aside a moment. “Be more vague,”
“Well,” Casey said, sighing deeply. “Like… let’s say you did pay me. Do you think that demeans our friendship, simply because I’d be willing to take something that… that I don’t mind doing as your friend?”
“No. Because I’m your friend too,” Stan said. “It’s kind of like if I paid you, it’s because I wanted to. Not because I’m some moron, and you’re helping me out of sympathy. Least I HOPE not.”
Casey had to chuckle a little. “No, definitely not.” He said, crossing his arms and biting his lip. “But really- what if you did something you know was wrong, and got paid for it?”
“Like… hell, a paid assassin?”
“Yea… exactly,” he said, secretly relieved at this hypothetical situation being brought up. “It’s just, I watched this show yesterday, all about a guy… getting paid to kill someone. For his best friend- and he got paid for it, even though he didn’t want the money, said he’d do it as a favor.”
Stan seemed to buy this, Casey thought. “Well, depends. The idea of murdering someone isn’t right, paid or not. Taking pay for something like that makes it worse, in my opinion,” he said with a shrug. “You’re ending a life, and that isn’t right.”
“Yea…” Casey replied softly, his insides squirming. “There… there was a prostitute in the movie, too. They kept comparing her with the assassin.”
“That’s a bit silly.”
“You think?”
“Well, sort of,” Stan said. “A prostitute isn’t really- ‘hurting’ anyone, unless she’s sick or somethin’. I don’t agree with it, but hey… to each their own.”
Casey nodded along with him, thinking hard. “What if she… doesn’t take pay? Like, she falls in love with someone and decides not to take pay for what they do?”
“Well… then she’s not a prostitute.” Stan said. He paused now, narrowing his eyes and looking at Casey edgewise with a smile. “Um, Case?”
“Yea?” Casey said, swallowing.
“Is this some way of saying that you went out and hired a prostitute?”
Casey outright laughed, getting an odd look from the librarian. He didn’t care; that was the perfect statement to ease him. “NO,” he stated firmly between chuckles. Stan smiled.
“A’right.”
“Here,”
Will looked up from some papers he was sorting; Casey stood with one hand extended to him. Will blinked as he looked at the wad of cash in it. “What’s this?”
“I’ve decided that I don’t want to be a whore.” Casey told him, as firmly as he could make himself sound. He’d been working up to this since speaking to Stan, and hoped he could keep up his convictions in words. “So I’m not one.”
Will blinked in confusion. “Casey… honestly, I didn’t think of you that way,”
“It doesn’t matter what you thought.” Casey stated, now dropping the bills on Will’s desk. “What matters is what we did. So… consider it just a chance meeting,”
“All right,” Will said slowly. As Casey turned to leave he stood up. “Wait,”
“Sir, I’m going to miss my bus,”
“I don’t care, I’ll drive you home,” Will said, going over to him. “I’m serious, Casey. I know… it was wrong of me to tempt you with money to… to get you to do what you did. But…” he said, stopping now as he sighed shakily. He let out a nervous laugh before continuing. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve- always had a weakness for younger men.”
“That’s fine.” Casey said, trying to hide his nervousness at being spoken to like this. Will smiled awkwardly, crossing his arms.
“So… in your giving back this money; does that also mean… does it mean that you kind of- liked it?”
Casey froze a moment now; he hadn’t thought of anything but his nerves, his anxiety and stress over all of this to consider any sort of pleasure. He glanced away from Will a moment, shaking his head. “I don’t know.” He finally replied, as silent as a mouse. Will smiled warmly.
“I suppose that’s my answer.” He said. Before Casey could reply, Will put his hand on Casey’s cheek. “I know it’s wrong of me to say… but I’d do it all over again if I could.”
Everything inside of Casey seemed to be moving at the speed of light. “I’m going to miss my bus.” He said again, his voice shuddering on the words.
“Like I said, I’ll give you a ride home,” Will said, leaving him to grab his coat. Casey looked to the clock; seeing that his bus had departed three minutes ago, he really didn’t have a choice.
“Aren’t your parents home?”
Casey looked to where Will was gazing, seeing the driveway empty per usual. “Uh… no. They work late on Mondays,”
“Oh.”
“Thank you for the ride, Sir-“ Casey said as he opened the door.
“Would you mind… if I came in?”
Casey stilled, one foot on the curb, body still in the car. He knew what Will was inferring with this. “Sir…”
“Will.”
“Fine… Will,” Casey said. “I think it might be a little weird, having a teacher coming into my house with me like this.”
“Maybe,” Will said, tapping the steering wheel. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,”
“Okay. Bye,” Casey said, shifting his weight towards the outside. Will’s hand stilled him at the shoulder, keeping him seated. He turned his head to Will, who had inched out of his side of the seat, closer to him.
“Forgive me… you have all rights to give me a good punch for doing this, but…” he said. Before Casey could react, Will leaned in fully and kissed him, hard and passionately. A chill ran up and down Casey’s spine, making him feel paralyzed. The hand at his shoulder met Casey’s cheek, holding him gently as Will pressed his lips further, opening Casey’s.
Pleasure. Something Casey hadn’t thought of before. Something that seemed to be happening right now; his wits started returning about him, letting the tingling in his fingertips slip away. He didn’t know how or why his hands had ended up at Will’s shoulders; at first he thought it was to push him away, until he realized he was grasping his jacket with clenched fingers, not pushing or pulling. Just there, holding him. Will felt it for sure as he moaned deep in his throat, his kiss becoming harder. Casey felt his head tilt back from the weight of it; Will’s hand moved down to his neck, kneading it with a hungry hand. His other snaked around his waist, pulling Casey closer to him. Casey went, feeling like a rag doll. “We could…” Will began between soft kisses at Casey’s collarbone. “Go to my place,”
No… this was wrong. This was wrong. “All right,” Casey spoke.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Will said, hanging up both their jackets on the coat rack by the door. He motioned to the living room next to them. “Go ahead, just relax,”
Casey nodded, walking into the room to the couch. He sat down and rubbed his arms, feeling cold. He knew the heat was on; a hissing sound came from behind him, the radiator pressing out warmth to the room. Still, it felt like he’d been encased in ice and hadn’t thawed quite yet. “What am I doing here…” he whispered to himself as he heard Will milling around in the kitchen. He looked around, seeing many pictures lining the wall. One in particular interested him; it was of Will, standing with a young girl in a baseball outfit at home plate. His arms were around hers, posing her as if ready to hit a ball. He wore a glowing smile, looking out towards where a mound would be. Casey looked at the others, but his eyes would return to this one over and over again.
“Here you are,”
Casey looked to where Will now stood, holding out a glass of soda. “Oh… thanks,” Casey said, taking it. Will sat on the other side of the couch with a groan. Casey nodded to the picture, taking a sip. “Who’s that?” he said into the glass. Will looked over and smiled, blushing slightly as he stared into his own drink.
“My daughter. Lena,”
Casey glanced over to him. “Your daughter?” he asked. Will nodded slowly.
“I was married years ago,” he started explaining, pausing to take a sip. “Even though I knew… what I liked, long before I stepped to the altar.”
“Why…” Casey started but stopped. “Never mind.”
“No, go on. It’s all right.”
“No, it’s prying,”
“Casey,” Will said, shaking his head and chuckling. “I think we’ve gone past a fear of ‘prying’, don’t you?
Casey took a deep breath. “Well… how is it you get married, only to know it won’t work?” he asked, looking directly at him. “It doesn’t sound very fair… to you or your… wife.”
“Ex-wife. And no, it wasn’t. It’s something that I’m deeply ashamed of doing, but… well, when you have family pressuring you left and right to get married, settle down; it just sorta happens,” Will said. “They didn’t need to know about the sorts of relationships I’d kept while at college.”
“Does she know… your wife, meaning?”
Will shook his head. “I was too ashamed to tell her. I simply said that- well, it wasn’t ‘working out’ for me.” He said, looking out over the room absently. “I AM glad we’d married, since I wouldn’t have my lovely Lena,”
Casey nodded, but felt irked by this admittance. He sipped his cola, not wanting to ask any more questions. Will he watched Casey, smiling. “How about you?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, what kinds of relationships have you had?”
Casey shrugged. “I saw a girl, once. It ended a little under a month ago.”
“I see,” Will said with a nod. “And… boys?”
Casey shifted in his seat. “Not really.”
“Like you’d said. Care to elaborate?” Will asked with a wink.
“No.” Casey blankly stated.
“All right,” Will softly replied. He inched closer, putting his hand on Casey’s arm. Casey felt his skin go goose fleshed at the touch. “What are we talking for anyways?”
Casey made a nervous laugh. Well of course they weren’t here to talk, Will was making that clear now. His lips were by Casey’s ear, kissing it lightly. If Casey hadn’t any sort of sense, he would have sworn his hair was standing on end with the way he felt right now. “Oh Casey…” Will murmured, now suckling his lobe between his lips in soft sucks. “I don’t care. I just don’t care,”
Casey’s lips parted as Will moved to his face now, kissing his way over Casey’s cheeks. “I’ve never dared…” he said between his movements, making Casey’s skin feel electric. “I’ve always wanted a boy like you, just like you,”
It was so damned dirty, the way he spoke. Casey tried getting visions of much younger boys being seduced, just as he was right now, by Will. He tried making Will’s words convicted in his mind, that he’d never acted like this with someone his age or younger. He didn’t seem the type; Casey would hear stories of sexual predators, how they wouldn’t give even the youngest boy or girl the chance to say ‘no’. He’d done that with Casey, except for the kiss they shared back in the car… but Casey wanted it, as odd as it all was to him. He didn’t know if that want stemmed from the fact that yes, Casey Connor was quite happy to be sexually involved with another man… or if just the fact that that man wanted HIM was enough. No one wanted Casey Connor. It would tear him apart, just as torn apart as he felt now, feeling Will’s hand start to roam underneath his t-shirt. He moaned quietly through closed lips as Will ran his palm in whisper-like movements over his nipple, sending his brain flying. Back on that Friday night, Casey had barely been touched; it was he who had done nearly everything. Perhaps Will wished to give Casey time now, explore his flesh and just keep touching him.
“You’re making me so hard, Casey,” Will nearly growled into his collarbone as he began taking small nips on Casey’s skin. As Casey’s mouth fell open, eyes closed, Will’s other hand moved to his waist. “I’d like to feel you, see if you’re the same…”
Casey nodded quickly, feeling drugged. He knew by the feel of his jeans that yes, he had in fact become highly aroused. Will felt the ridge formed in the denim and groaned, low and hard. Casey bucked up slightly, gasping as Will ran his hand in hard movements over his cock, wanting no fabric there anymore. As if Will was a mind reader, both hands went to Casey’s belt and began unbuckling it slowly. Casey’s eyes fluttered open, lashes moving in erratic movements as he watched Will, smiling up at him, hands now undoing his jeans’ button, zipper… reaching down.
Now Casey lost some control; his hands slapped down hard on Will’s shoulders, grasping at his shirt. Will’s hand wrapped itself around his hardened shaft, making waves of pleasure crash over every sense Casey owned. “Will…” he mumbled out past his shock, panting in quick breaths.
“You’ve plenty to brag about, darling,” Will said in a lustful voice, stroking Casey harder now. He leaned forward, holding his upper half with one arm next to Casey’s shoulder. “Do you like that, Boy?”
Casey nodded fast again. “Y-Yes… oh… GOD…”
“Mmm…” Will said, a look of high satisfaction on his face. He put his mouth on Casey’s neck again, suckling hard. The combination of these touches made Casey’s head spin; everything he’d ever wanted to be told, everything he wanted to be touched upon him, Will did it all. His legs shook open further, making his jeans crawl further down his hips and tightening at the crotch. Will chuckled.
“Let’s do away with these,” he murmured, moving both hands to the waist of Casey’s jeans and pulling them down along with the boxers underneath. Now clad in nothing but his shirt, Casey huffed and puffed out heavy breaths, staring down on himself; oh God, he’d never been so hard in his life. Will looked down upon him with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “You’re glorious,” he muttered. Casey waited for his hand to return, but got quite the shock when Will bent his head down instead, taking Casey’s cock deep into his mouth.
“FUCK,” Casey cried out, his hands flying above his head to the pillows. He tried keeping his hips still, but was having great difficulty; he wanted to fuck Will’s mouth so hard; Will responded by taking the sides of his thighs and moving up to his pelvis, holding him firmly in his hands. He hummed deep in his throat, causing a flurry of pleasure and madness to swell in Casey’s chest and arms. He threw his head back, neck arching off the couch as he moaned over and over again, swallowing dryly, trying to regain senses. He simply couldn’t; everything that was happening was where Will’s mouth was, his tongue sliding expertly so at the underside of Casey. “Fuck… Will… f-fuck…”
A hand reached up from one hip and grasped Casey’s nipple, hard. He twisted and pulled at it; Casey felt like Will was a puppeteer, pulling every string he could on Casey’s body to make him jolt, cry out, outright scream. Finally the torture swelled into absolute ecstasy; Casey’s breathing came out harder, his voice creaking into crying gasps and sobs as the wave of his orgasm broke over him entirely. “YES… GOD…” he yelled into the ceiling, feeling Will’s mouth grow wetter, his cock sliding erratically in his mouth. Will moaned in satisfaction as he swallowed, easing his movements now as Casey’s neck dropped back onto the pillows, completely and absolutely spent.
One last long lick and Will leaned up, lapping at his upper lip. Without warning he crawled over Casey’s chest and kissed him, hard and deep. The musky smell of his own come mingled with the taste of Will’s mouth, making Casey’s eyes close in pure pleasure and awe.
It was very late when Casey arrived back at home, having spent a good, long time with Will. He surprised himself with how good he felt right now; it all seemed too good to be true, but it was- on both accounts, good and true.
“Will your parents be angry?” Will asked. Casey looked to the front porch and saw his father sticking his head past the curtains.
“They might be.”
“I could go with you; explain that… I needed some help in the lab,”
Casey had to snicker at this. “No… I’ll tell them that, but,” he said, looking to Will with a half smile. “I’d much rather they not get any… thoughts in seeing us both.”
“What? Do I have ‘I just fucked Herrington’s most beautiful boy’ written in a neon sign over my head?” Will asked, winking. Casey blushed and shook his head.
“Nooo,” he drawled. “Just… I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“All right.”
“Bye,” Casey said, getting out of the car. He didn’t dare even touch Will before leaving; even that seemed like such a risk. But for the first time in days, Casey felt like everything was quite all right.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Casey/OC
Synopsis: Giving in can be a wonderful option for someone who never does such.
“It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream & you
can shout
It is too late now
Because
You have not been
paying attention”
-Radiohead, “2+2=5”
“Go out to the bleachers for lunch?”
Casey looked up, seeing Stan sitting at his desk during their last class, study hall. “What?” Casey feebly replied.
“Yea, didn’t see you at lunch.”
Casey nodded slowly. “Yea. I… didn’t feel that well,” he answered. Stan looked to him, blinking slowly.
“You all right?” he asked. “Were you at the nurses’ office or something?”
Casey forced the best smile he could put on, even though his stomach was still aching from his getting sick two hours before. “No. I’m fine, it’s no big deal,”
“Okay,” Stan replied, though didn’t sound convinced. “Hey… wanna see if we can get library passes? I need a little help with my psychology report due next Monday- mind giving me a hand?”
“All right,” Casey told him. Once their teacher Mr. Isaacs showed, they got their permission slips to visit the library. On the way there Casey couldn’t help but shudder as they passed Will’s room on the way. Stan didn’t seem to have noticed, simply making small talk that Casey didn’t really reply to, except for the occasional nod.
They soon arrived at the library and went on a search for the books Stan needed. While in the section for psychology, Stan sighed deeply, smiling to Casey. “Thanks for always helping me out like this. Sometimes I get so lost in here,”
“It’s no big deal,” Casey replied softly, reading through a book he’d found.
“Seriously, I should be paying you with all the times you save my ass from failing,”
Casey bit his lip hard. “Like I said,” he started, his voice cracking slightly. “It’s no big,”
“Eh, well.”
The two of them kept searching through books, finally coming up with a good stack. They brought them over to a table nearby and began leafing through them. Casey looked through Stan’s worksheets on his project, going over some details and where they should look for more information. During a pause Casey looked up, seeing Stan tapping his pencil on his notebook nonchalantly, making notes every now and again. “Stan?” Casey piped up.
“Yea?”
“When you’d said you’d pay me, for helping you and all,” Casey started, getting a smile from Stan.
“What? Are you reconsidering my offer?”
Casey tried to smile, though his face hurt. “No, no- not that. But… do you think that when you get paid for something, that there’s some sort of weird deal… you make in doing so?”
“You’re speaking in riddles again, Casey.” Stan said, putting his notebook aside a moment. “Be more vague,”
“Well,” Casey said, sighing deeply. “Like… let’s say you did pay me. Do you think that demeans our friendship, simply because I’d be willing to take something that… that I don’t mind doing as your friend?”
“No. Because I’m your friend too,” Stan said. “It’s kind of like if I paid you, it’s because I wanted to. Not because I’m some moron, and you’re helping me out of sympathy. Least I HOPE not.”
Casey had to chuckle a little. “No, definitely not.” He said, crossing his arms and biting his lip. “But really- what if you did something you know was wrong, and got paid for it?”
“Like… hell, a paid assassin?”
“Yea… exactly,” he said, secretly relieved at this hypothetical situation being brought up. “It’s just, I watched this show yesterday, all about a guy… getting paid to kill someone. For his best friend- and he got paid for it, even though he didn’t want the money, said he’d do it as a favor.”
Stan seemed to buy this, Casey thought. “Well, depends. The idea of murdering someone isn’t right, paid or not. Taking pay for something like that makes it worse, in my opinion,” he said with a shrug. “You’re ending a life, and that isn’t right.”
“Yea…” Casey replied softly, his insides squirming. “There… there was a prostitute in the movie, too. They kept comparing her with the assassin.”
“That’s a bit silly.”
“You think?”
“Well, sort of,” Stan said. “A prostitute isn’t really- ‘hurting’ anyone, unless she’s sick or somethin’. I don’t agree with it, but hey… to each their own.”
Casey nodded along with him, thinking hard. “What if she… doesn’t take pay? Like, she falls in love with someone and decides not to take pay for what they do?”
“Well… then she’s not a prostitute.” Stan said. He paused now, narrowing his eyes and looking at Casey edgewise with a smile. “Um, Case?”
“Yea?” Casey said, swallowing.
“Is this some way of saying that you went out and hired a prostitute?”
Casey outright laughed, getting an odd look from the librarian. He didn’t care; that was the perfect statement to ease him. “NO,” he stated firmly between chuckles. Stan smiled.
“A’right.”
“Here,”
Will looked up from some papers he was sorting; Casey stood with one hand extended to him. Will blinked as he looked at the wad of cash in it. “What’s this?”
“I’ve decided that I don’t want to be a whore.” Casey told him, as firmly as he could make himself sound. He’d been working up to this since speaking to Stan, and hoped he could keep up his convictions in words. “So I’m not one.”
Will blinked in confusion. “Casey… honestly, I didn’t think of you that way,”
“It doesn’t matter what you thought.” Casey stated, now dropping the bills on Will’s desk. “What matters is what we did. So… consider it just a chance meeting,”
“All right,” Will said slowly. As Casey turned to leave he stood up. “Wait,”
“Sir, I’m going to miss my bus,”
“I don’t care, I’ll drive you home,” Will said, going over to him. “I’m serious, Casey. I know… it was wrong of me to tempt you with money to… to get you to do what you did. But…” he said, stopping now as he sighed shakily. He let out a nervous laugh before continuing. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve- always had a weakness for younger men.”
“That’s fine.” Casey said, trying to hide his nervousness at being spoken to like this. Will smiled awkwardly, crossing his arms.
“So… in your giving back this money; does that also mean… does it mean that you kind of- liked it?”
Casey froze a moment now; he hadn’t thought of anything but his nerves, his anxiety and stress over all of this to consider any sort of pleasure. He glanced away from Will a moment, shaking his head. “I don’t know.” He finally replied, as silent as a mouse. Will smiled warmly.
“I suppose that’s my answer.” He said. Before Casey could reply, Will put his hand on Casey’s cheek. “I know it’s wrong of me to say… but I’d do it all over again if I could.”
Everything inside of Casey seemed to be moving at the speed of light. “I’m going to miss my bus.” He said again, his voice shuddering on the words.
“Like I said, I’ll give you a ride home,” Will said, leaving him to grab his coat. Casey looked to the clock; seeing that his bus had departed three minutes ago, he really didn’t have a choice.
“Aren’t your parents home?”
Casey looked to where Will was gazing, seeing the driveway empty per usual. “Uh… no. They work late on Mondays,”
“Oh.”
“Thank you for the ride, Sir-“ Casey said as he opened the door.
“Would you mind… if I came in?”
Casey stilled, one foot on the curb, body still in the car. He knew what Will was inferring with this. “Sir…”
“Will.”
“Fine… Will,” Casey said. “I think it might be a little weird, having a teacher coming into my house with me like this.”
“Maybe,” Will said, tapping the steering wheel. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,”
“Okay. Bye,” Casey said, shifting his weight towards the outside. Will’s hand stilled him at the shoulder, keeping him seated. He turned his head to Will, who had inched out of his side of the seat, closer to him.
“Forgive me… you have all rights to give me a good punch for doing this, but…” he said. Before Casey could react, Will leaned in fully and kissed him, hard and passionately. A chill ran up and down Casey’s spine, making him feel paralyzed. The hand at his shoulder met Casey’s cheek, holding him gently as Will pressed his lips further, opening Casey’s.
Pleasure. Something Casey hadn’t thought of before. Something that seemed to be happening right now; his wits started returning about him, letting the tingling in his fingertips slip away. He didn’t know how or why his hands had ended up at Will’s shoulders; at first he thought it was to push him away, until he realized he was grasping his jacket with clenched fingers, not pushing or pulling. Just there, holding him. Will felt it for sure as he moaned deep in his throat, his kiss becoming harder. Casey felt his head tilt back from the weight of it; Will’s hand moved down to his neck, kneading it with a hungry hand. His other snaked around his waist, pulling Casey closer to him. Casey went, feeling like a rag doll. “We could…” Will began between soft kisses at Casey’s collarbone. “Go to my place,”
No… this was wrong. This was wrong. “All right,” Casey spoke.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Will said, hanging up both their jackets on the coat rack by the door. He motioned to the living room next to them. “Go ahead, just relax,”
Casey nodded, walking into the room to the couch. He sat down and rubbed his arms, feeling cold. He knew the heat was on; a hissing sound came from behind him, the radiator pressing out warmth to the room. Still, it felt like he’d been encased in ice and hadn’t thawed quite yet. “What am I doing here…” he whispered to himself as he heard Will milling around in the kitchen. He looked around, seeing many pictures lining the wall. One in particular interested him; it was of Will, standing with a young girl in a baseball outfit at home plate. His arms were around hers, posing her as if ready to hit a ball. He wore a glowing smile, looking out towards where a mound would be. Casey looked at the others, but his eyes would return to this one over and over again.
“Here you are,”
Casey looked to where Will now stood, holding out a glass of soda. “Oh… thanks,” Casey said, taking it. Will sat on the other side of the couch with a groan. Casey nodded to the picture, taking a sip. “Who’s that?” he said into the glass. Will looked over and smiled, blushing slightly as he stared into his own drink.
“My daughter. Lena,”
Casey glanced over to him. “Your daughter?” he asked. Will nodded slowly.
“I was married years ago,” he started explaining, pausing to take a sip. “Even though I knew… what I liked, long before I stepped to the altar.”
“Why…” Casey started but stopped. “Never mind.”
“No, go on. It’s all right.”
“No, it’s prying,”
“Casey,” Will said, shaking his head and chuckling. “I think we’ve gone past a fear of ‘prying’, don’t you?
Casey took a deep breath. “Well… how is it you get married, only to know it won’t work?” he asked, looking directly at him. “It doesn’t sound very fair… to you or your… wife.”
“Ex-wife. And no, it wasn’t. It’s something that I’m deeply ashamed of doing, but… well, when you have family pressuring you left and right to get married, settle down; it just sorta happens,” Will said. “They didn’t need to know about the sorts of relationships I’d kept while at college.”
“Does she know… your wife, meaning?”
Will shook his head. “I was too ashamed to tell her. I simply said that- well, it wasn’t ‘working out’ for me.” He said, looking out over the room absently. “I AM glad we’d married, since I wouldn’t have my lovely Lena,”
Casey nodded, but felt irked by this admittance. He sipped his cola, not wanting to ask any more questions. Will he watched Casey, smiling. “How about you?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, what kinds of relationships have you had?”
Casey shrugged. “I saw a girl, once. It ended a little under a month ago.”
“I see,” Will said with a nod. “And… boys?”
Casey shifted in his seat. “Not really.”
“Like you’d said. Care to elaborate?” Will asked with a wink.
“No.” Casey blankly stated.
“All right,” Will softly replied. He inched closer, putting his hand on Casey’s arm. Casey felt his skin go goose fleshed at the touch. “What are we talking for anyways?”
Casey made a nervous laugh. Well of course they weren’t here to talk, Will was making that clear now. His lips were by Casey’s ear, kissing it lightly. If Casey hadn’t any sort of sense, he would have sworn his hair was standing on end with the way he felt right now. “Oh Casey…” Will murmured, now suckling his lobe between his lips in soft sucks. “I don’t care. I just don’t care,”
Casey’s lips parted as Will moved to his face now, kissing his way over Casey’s cheeks. “I’ve never dared…” he said between his movements, making Casey’s skin feel electric. “I’ve always wanted a boy like you, just like you,”
It was so damned dirty, the way he spoke. Casey tried getting visions of much younger boys being seduced, just as he was right now, by Will. He tried making Will’s words convicted in his mind, that he’d never acted like this with someone his age or younger. He didn’t seem the type; Casey would hear stories of sexual predators, how they wouldn’t give even the youngest boy or girl the chance to say ‘no’. He’d done that with Casey, except for the kiss they shared back in the car… but Casey wanted it, as odd as it all was to him. He didn’t know if that want stemmed from the fact that yes, Casey Connor was quite happy to be sexually involved with another man… or if just the fact that that man wanted HIM was enough. No one wanted Casey Connor. It would tear him apart, just as torn apart as he felt now, feeling Will’s hand start to roam underneath his t-shirt. He moaned quietly through closed lips as Will ran his palm in whisper-like movements over his nipple, sending his brain flying. Back on that Friday night, Casey had barely been touched; it was he who had done nearly everything. Perhaps Will wished to give Casey time now, explore his flesh and just keep touching him.
“You’re making me so hard, Casey,” Will nearly growled into his collarbone as he began taking small nips on Casey’s skin. As Casey’s mouth fell open, eyes closed, Will’s other hand moved to his waist. “I’d like to feel you, see if you’re the same…”
Casey nodded quickly, feeling drugged. He knew by the feel of his jeans that yes, he had in fact become highly aroused. Will felt the ridge formed in the denim and groaned, low and hard. Casey bucked up slightly, gasping as Will ran his hand in hard movements over his cock, wanting no fabric there anymore. As if Will was a mind reader, both hands went to Casey’s belt and began unbuckling it slowly. Casey’s eyes fluttered open, lashes moving in erratic movements as he watched Will, smiling up at him, hands now undoing his jeans’ button, zipper… reaching down.
Now Casey lost some control; his hands slapped down hard on Will’s shoulders, grasping at his shirt. Will’s hand wrapped itself around his hardened shaft, making waves of pleasure crash over every sense Casey owned. “Will…” he mumbled out past his shock, panting in quick breaths.
“You’ve plenty to brag about, darling,” Will said in a lustful voice, stroking Casey harder now. He leaned forward, holding his upper half with one arm next to Casey’s shoulder. “Do you like that, Boy?”
Casey nodded fast again. “Y-Yes… oh… GOD…”
“Mmm…” Will said, a look of high satisfaction on his face. He put his mouth on Casey’s neck again, suckling hard. The combination of these touches made Casey’s head spin; everything he’d ever wanted to be told, everything he wanted to be touched upon him, Will did it all. His legs shook open further, making his jeans crawl further down his hips and tightening at the crotch. Will chuckled.
“Let’s do away with these,” he murmured, moving both hands to the waist of Casey’s jeans and pulling them down along with the boxers underneath. Now clad in nothing but his shirt, Casey huffed and puffed out heavy breaths, staring down on himself; oh God, he’d never been so hard in his life. Will looked down upon him with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “You’re glorious,” he muttered. Casey waited for his hand to return, but got quite the shock when Will bent his head down instead, taking Casey’s cock deep into his mouth.
“FUCK,” Casey cried out, his hands flying above his head to the pillows. He tried keeping his hips still, but was having great difficulty; he wanted to fuck Will’s mouth so hard; Will responded by taking the sides of his thighs and moving up to his pelvis, holding him firmly in his hands. He hummed deep in his throat, causing a flurry of pleasure and madness to swell in Casey’s chest and arms. He threw his head back, neck arching off the couch as he moaned over and over again, swallowing dryly, trying to regain senses. He simply couldn’t; everything that was happening was where Will’s mouth was, his tongue sliding expertly so at the underside of Casey. “Fuck… Will… f-fuck…”
A hand reached up from one hip and grasped Casey’s nipple, hard. He twisted and pulled at it; Casey felt like Will was a puppeteer, pulling every string he could on Casey’s body to make him jolt, cry out, outright scream. Finally the torture swelled into absolute ecstasy; Casey’s breathing came out harder, his voice creaking into crying gasps and sobs as the wave of his orgasm broke over him entirely. “YES… GOD…” he yelled into the ceiling, feeling Will’s mouth grow wetter, his cock sliding erratically in his mouth. Will moaned in satisfaction as he swallowed, easing his movements now as Casey’s neck dropped back onto the pillows, completely and absolutely spent.
One last long lick and Will leaned up, lapping at his upper lip. Without warning he crawled over Casey’s chest and kissed him, hard and deep. The musky smell of his own come mingled with the taste of Will’s mouth, making Casey’s eyes close in pure pleasure and awe.
It was very late when Casey arrived back at home, having spent a good, long time with Will. He surprised himself with how good he felt right now; it all seemed too good to be true, but it was- on both accounts, good and true.
“Will your parents be angry?” Will asked. Casey looked to the front porch and saw his father sticking his head past the curtains.
“They might be.”
“I could go with you; explain that… I needed some help in the lab,”
Casey had to snicker at this. “No… I’ll tell them that, but,” he said, looking to Will with a half smile. “I’d much rather they not get any… thoughts in seeing us both.”
“What? Do I have ‘I just fucked Herrington’s most beautiful boy’ written in a neon sign over my head?” Will asked, winking. Casey blushed and shook his head.
“Nooo,” he drawled. “Just… I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“All right.”
“Bye,” Casey said, getting out of the car. He didn’t dare even touch Will before leaving; even that seemed like such a risk. But for the first time in days, Casey felt like everything was quite all right.