Ut oh... UT ohhhh...
Okay, I've writ so many Zekasey's where Zeke may as well be ripping off his shirt to reveal himself as some spandex wearing hero.
But what if he wasn't?? After all, he joined that danged football team. BIG mistake. That can lead to certain avenues.
Like... THIS. ;)
Title: So Jealous (Pt. 1)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: C/Z
Warnings: non-con situations, major angst and general boo-hooey-ness.
Synopsis: "All things must pass" isn't strictly meant for the bad times, y'now... (based on having the song "Freeway" by Porno For Pyros stuck in my head. All. Day. Not bad, though! ;))
Disclaimer- Don't know, don't own.
“Say you love me or I’ll kill us
But you won’t say it
Reach across the seat and push the bucket back all the way”
~“Freeway”, Porno For Pyros
Casey shuffled his way down the sidewalk, staring at his feet as they scuffed the along. He hadn’t looked down like this for months since the attacks; he hadn’t needed to. He had had a beautiful, popular girlfriend. He had the praises from all over the country. He had had everyone believing.
His parents had laid off on him, his father no longer muttering words that sounded an awful lot like ‘faggot of a…’ and ‘accident’ under his breath when Casey would come home with numerous bruises. Mrs. Connor had actually smiled more than grimaced at the sight of her pathetic son coming in the door, looking like a truck (or two) had clipped him on the way home. Casey didn’t look like anything but the pristine image of the all-American boy for almost two months.
But nothing lasted; the wise, overused saying of ‘all things must pass’ applied to GOOD times as well as bad. Things had to go wrong somewhere down the line; Casey had been a magnet for troubles for years, why not fall back into it? It wasn’t by his design, but it happened anyways. He turned the corner of the block, looking up just once to make sure he was heading down the right street; yup, Spring Avenue. Correct.
Casey analyzed it to death, just like he did everything. He knew what got the ball rolling; when Delilah dumped him, claiming she didn’t know why the hell she’d gone for him, people found out instantly. Funny the way thoughts collide, for it was at the moment she turned and walked down the school hallway that Casey realized he hadn’t had his picture in a magazine for at least three weeks. Not that he minded, but… well, he supposed it bugged Delilah enough.
Stokely and Stan had started fighting a lot. At first it was just small disagreements. Casey noticed one of their arguments when he’d met up with them after school one afternoon. It’d been over the sweater she’d bought at the Gap, with Stan joking around, calling her a ‘preppie traitor’. Stokely didn’t see it as a joke and nearly stormed off. The next day she wore all black; Stan called her a poser- again, joking- again, she didn’t take it as such. She always wore black now, and Stan was working his way back on the football team. Their last fight Casey heard about through the grapevine, which worried him. Stokely had kept with him after the incident, always calling to talk or dropping by unexpectedly. She never did that nowadays, and hearing about her breakup with Stan through passing two girls talking about it before chemistry class started irked Casey.
There were things much worse than this, however. Stan and Stokely, they were on their own; whatever controlled them was theirs and theirs alone. But there were things Casey wanted to be at the helm of, and right now there was the worst storm raging, preventing him from having a say in things.
The football jocks had gassed up their violent behavior, all of it bottled tight for those too-short weeks Casey enjoyed. Delilah broke the seal and sent them running; she may as well have told them about it then held up a checkered flag, yelling ‘AND THEY’RE OFF!’ Casey had gotten tripped in the hallway as the first dose of punishment for being Casey Connor again… the dorky nobody that nobody cared for. Once that got around school, nothing was safe or sacred anymore. Casey sat outside on the bleachers for lunch once again, still not realizing things fully.
Turn left here, he thought. How he was remembering this he didn’t know. Then Zeke stopped talking to him.
Casey paused a moment; God, what was he doing? Oh yea… just keep walking.
The most viable connection made in all that shit that went on, and it was gone. That was the nail in the coffin for Casey, turning his head to see Zeke walking with Gabe, Todd, and a few others from the team and getting his ‘Hey, Zeke’ ignored entirely. Then again, going into the locker room to take pictures of the new office Coach had acquired and finding Zeke and Delilah half naked next to a row of lockers might have been the linchpin; Casey wasn’t sure.
Casey called Zeke a prick and Delilah a ‘fucking bitch’. Zeke didn’t say anything and Delilah called Casey a ‘pussy faggot’. Zeke’s hand never left Delilah’s waist the whole time, so he didn’t need to open his mouth. Judging by the state of them as Casey went to walk by, he’d done enough of that already anyways.
Without getting any sort of memo, Casey found out this afternoon that it was “Prove Yourself” day. He’d been in the bathroom washing his hands when someone whacked his head from behind, causing him to fall forward into the mirror. As it shook and clattered against the wall, Casey managed to turn his aching head to see Harry and Luis from the team; Zeke stood behind them, leaning on the wall. For one split second Casey had hope; Zeke was here, so he was all right.
Maybe not, not when Luis took a handful of Casey’s hair and pulled him down to his knees. Zeke didn’t move from the wall, only lit a cigarette and stared at the floor. Casey was confused, not knowing why; Zeke wasn’t going to help him. That much was clear. Suddenly a small book was smacked at his face, making it turn quick to the left. It took him a moment to recognize it, but when he did his insides quivered violently.
“You know WHY that fine bitch of yours broke up with you, Connor? Look what she fuckin’ found in your room, fag,” Harry sneered down at him, waving the book around. Casey didn’t answer them as his eyes began welling with tears in seeing Harry open it.
“Don’t…”
“‘January 12th- I can’t stop thinking about him, it’s driving me insane… every time I have to take fucking pictures of the team, my eyes just keep watching him. I don’t think anyone’s noticed how many pictures I take of Zeke, but someone will, soon enough. It’s gonna get obvious…’”
“STOP IT!!” Casey yelled, but got a knee in his spine for the outburst. Harry shrugged and shook his head, flipping ahead.
“Yea, here we are… ‘January 22nd- He came over tonight, FUCK, I wanted to just … I mean, what would be the harm in just ASKING? We watched a few movies on TV until I was drowsy and I SWEAR Zeke put his arm around my shoulders. I was probably dreaming…’” Harry read on. Casey was outright crying now, looking to Zeke with pleading eyes. Harry wasn’t stopping, and Zeke didn’t look like he was going to end it. “… I wonder what his cock tastes like….”
“St-stop…” Casey pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Yea, please stop Harry- it makes me sick to hear that faggot shit,” Luis said with a grimace.
“Go ahead, Z-Man.” Harry said, smiling wickedly. Casey re-opened his eyes to look up at Zeke, standing there looking at Casey blankly. He almost sighed with relief when Zeke shook his head.
“Naw, man,” Zeke muttered. “He doesn’t deserve a kick to the head,”
“Thought you were gonna fuck ‘im up, what, were you lying?” Harry said, disgusted. Luis scoffed.
“Bet he wants the lil’ queer to suck him,”
“Yea, I do- not a bad suggestion,” Zeke said; Casey blinked as Zeke undid his jeans and lowered them, presenting his already hardened cock. Casey’s eyes widened, looking at Zeke in horror.
“Wha-?”
“Suck it,” Zeke said, causing the two others to laugh like hyenas. Luis suddenly pushed Casey forward, making him squeal in pain, feeling like his hair was being ripped from the scalp. He raised his eyes away from the heated flesh lying in front of him, only inches away to gaze at Zeke’s face.
“Zeke…” he barely whispered, lower lip trembling. Zeke bit the inside of his cheek and cocked his head. Before Casey could think on anything Zeke grabbed his chin and forced his mouth open. Casey gasped and shuddered as Zeke pushed his groin forward, the hard shaft entering Casey’s mouth.
“You wanted it, Case,” he said in a shaky voice. Casey moaned piteously as Harry laughed loudly; Luis pushed his head further, causing him to choke. “Damn, don’t fuckin’ gag ‘im,” Zeke rushed out with, taking a big swallow and putting his head back. “Mmm, fuck all, you’d think you’ve done this before, Connor,”
Casey really had no idea what he was doing; he could only focus on everything going on around him. In horror, he saw the door leading from the hallway open, and two younger boys, probably freshman, come across this scene. Tears streamed down his face as he forced his cheeks to puff out, wanting to throw up…
“Yea, WHAT?” Zeke yelled to the two gawkers. They ended up rushing out after that, causing everyone inside the bathroom to chuckle heartily. Zeke returned to closing his eyes, lashes fluttering. Casey breathed out raspy breaths through his nose, his head being pumped along Zeke’s cock like they were all machinery; that’s all this was right now. Machines. Casey had to see it this way or be broken in pieces on the floor. He wasn’t even feeling Zeke bump the back of his throat anymore as Zeke grew more and more careless, thrusting forward at any given moment to blind Casey with the urge to vomit. “Yea… that’s it, easy boy…”
He’d said that before.
When it ended, Casey was left gasping for air, pushed to the wall where Zeke had been standing. It still felt warm from his ass and back’s heat, making Casey cringe. “Good times, Connor,” Luis said, smacking the back of Casey’s head before the three of them departed. Casey didn’t react, as he was in total disbelief at what had just happened.
He had put his arm around him. Zeke HAD cared… at one point.
And he would probably cry and wail, making more of an ass than he already looked, but Casey didn’t care. He was already sniffling as he turned down Zeke’s street, seeing his house lying in the middle of it. Why the fuck he was here, he didn’t know; but he intended to find out his reasoning… Zeke’s reasoning, if that sort of thing existed anymore.