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Title: Your Most Dangerous Curve (Unreadable Communication)
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Appearances can be absolutely deceiving. (Includes details not shown in the film; it's not canon, but who knows what WAS.)
Warning(s): Descriptions of squitchy events
Disclaimer: I have never owned anything I write. Sounds stupid, huh? Okay, add the word "about" at the end of that sentence.
Author's Note: I've had a good bunch of ya thinking that this is going to be a total and complete "OH NOES, poor sweet Casey!" story, and yea- judging by the results of the poll, lol, I can see kinda why.
This story however is going to show the evolution of an absolute, generous and wanted design of a Dom/sub relationship for the boys. This section shows the "starting event", the linchpin that made this all happen- I might jump around a bit to past/present etc., just cos'. :)
So in short (too late), Casey is NOT a victim. At all. He is the creature of his own design and desires, to which Zeke will hold responsibility for; the true essence of a Dom, in effect. I hope you like!!!!
X-posted to jacked_up, being_chased
Unreadable Communication
I would like to invite you
to my mother's house
to my bedroom
to play those old records
we know all the words to
and I would like you to kiss me
to crush me to lick me
till I beg you to stop
till you drive me crazy
that's all it takes
a subtle movement
that's all it takes
Zeke thought he’d ‘won life’ after awhile, even after his parents left him on his own at age sixteen and a half; especially even. He did anything he wanted; making it a miracle that he’d passed his sophomore year. Going into his junior year was even harder, and it only grew more confusing and difficult when the ‘new kid’ came.
Scrawny Casey Connor aged fifteen and fucking brilliant; Zeke had taken the kid for an eighth grader the first time he saw him, and it wasn’t that insulting. Back in Casey's old hometown he’d been moved up a grade, and then moved to Herrington that summer. In Herrington it didn’t matter how smart you were. Zeke got to see Casey flailing like a fish out of water in gym during a football session. It was seen immediately by everyone, and the larger boys would purposefully pass the ball to him, laughing when Casey put up his hands near his face and shrieked when they would. Even though he never got the thing in his hands they’d tackle him, enjoying taking the new geek boy down. At that point Zeke was indifferent. It wasn’t him, and it’d NEVER be him.
Latin wasn’t offered as a course, but that hadn’t mattered. An old retired teacher was teaching from his home for Casey, seeing as Casey took it back at his former private school. Zeke found this out when Casey was able to translate an old Latin passage in their history class, getting weird looks. It was no ‘carpe diem’. The teacher was impressed and asked if he’d taken Latin before, to which Casey admitted about his extra course.
That made it all worse. One of the guys from the team was there to hear it, and the next thing everyone knew Casey sucked a sixty-eight year old man’s dick. It had made Zeke laugh even; until he saw the first ‘flagpoling’.
He was angry in watching Casey on the ground, clutching his groin and trembling violently. Zeke could see him dry heaving, trying desperately to hold back. Someone needed to stand up for the kid, but it couldn’t be Zeke. He justified himself in thinking Casey would get new friends that would do it FOR him, perhaps. Maybe Casey would get taller, grow some muscle and be able to punch back. It never happened.
The years passed by, Zeke constantly coming up with a reason not to mess with the jocks over this issue. If Casey was able to have children by the end of it all it would be a miracle. The last ‘flagpoling’ occurred the day MaryBeth came to school. Walking into the lab after overhearing the crazed and outright insane conversation through the air vent, Zeke had been surprised- no one in there was going to throttle Casey. Stan was one of the nicer jocks, and even though the GIRLS would have been able to take Casey down, they wouldn’t. Zeke was the only one there that could, and he wouldn’t. Casey was being listened to, along with Stokely.
He’d fucking jumped at Furlong; never mind MaryBeth...
After MaryBeth, people lay off of him for awhile... until Casey did the stupidest thing someone in his position could do. Misreading signals completely, Casey brought himself to try and ask Vinny Parsons out. Vinny had been just as dorked out as Casey was, but after he spread the word around school the jocks were VERY friendly with him. Of course everything with Casey grew worse and worse.
~*~*~*~
Zeke was sitting on the school’s steps, uncaring to whether a teacher caught him smoking on school grounds or not when Casey was stepping off the bus and scurrying quickly up the walk. That’s when Gabe and three others saw him.
He stood up, watching the scene. Casey was sent horizontal, ankles grabbed and legs splayed wide open. The students looked on, making Zeke angry- angry enough to toss his cigarette to the cement, rush over and grab Frankie Bell by the collar. Casey’s left leg went awry, but the other three guys lost their balance and fell.
Zeke had never hit someone so hard. Frankie’s face outright cracked with the force behind Zeke’s fist, slamming into him just once. That’s all it took. He then tossed Frankie at the three others, sending them all on their backs in shock. While Frankie howled in pain, hands already covered in blood in trying to press into his face, Zeke walked over. “Go on. Fuck with me, candy-assed bastards,” he growled at them. Gabe was first to rise to the occasion, standing up swinging. Easy enough; his ass met the ground again when Zeke ducked and slammed a shoulder into his chest.
“I said, ‘fuck with me’,” Zeke hollered this time. The unhurt two looked to each other wearing blank expressions. Gabe regained his breath enough to sneer up at Zeke and start up.
“Standing up for the fucking queer, huh? Wonder what that makes you,”
“Yea, I fucking wonder,” Zeke said. “I’m not the one who bought gay porn outta my trunk a few months back though,”
Gabe’s mouth dropped open; the two others looked at him oddly while tending to Frankie, standing up now and scuttling off. Gabe soon followed, more odd looks following after him as he disappeared inside the school. Zeke didn’t want to stick around for a teacher to come suspend him; if he was suspended, he was suspended, and that was it. He looked to Casey and sighed. “I’m goin’ home. Watch yer back with those idiots,” he said. He began striding back to the parking lot, wanting nothing more than to get home and sleep...
Footsteps rushed up behind him; Casey was now at his side, keeping up with Zeke’s long legged pace. Zeke frowned. “Case, go to school, all right?”
“No. I wanna go back with you,”
“Case, seriously...”
“No.”
Zeke walked on, Casey at his side. Without a word, Zeke approached his car, unlocked the door and got in. Casey was at the passenger side, waiting as Zeke started it, roared the engine and put it in gear. Zeke decided to let Casey wait as long as he wanted to, driving out of the spot and speeding towards the exit.
He really shouldn’t have looked in the rear view; he caught the shaking reflection of an even smaller version of Casey, standing right where Zeke had left him. It made Zeke slam on the brakes just before getting to the gate. The car idled, low groans coming from an engine used to speed. Zeke leaned to the other side and unlocked the door just as Casey arrived to open it and get in.
~*~*~*~
So... Casey Connor was sitting in Zeke’s living room, waiting for Zeke to come out of the bathroom. He was desperately searching for gauze or wrappings, bandages or tape. The only things he found in his medicine cabinet right now were nail clippers, an almost-empty bottle of Pepto, a fully empty floss container and a nickel. Zeke shut it, muttering under his breath as he washed his hands. It’d do for now.
He walked back down the hall, finding Casey sitting on the couch with his camera in his lap. Zeke groaned as he sat next to him, flipping the television on. ‘Jenny Jones’ blared now; he looked up hearing Casey hiss. “What?”
“Your knuckles, they look awful,” he said, pointing. Zeke shrugged.
“No big,”
“Don’t you have anything to cover them up with?” Casey asked. At the shake of Zeke’s head he sighed, grabbing up his book bag. He watched him open the front flap, taking out a plastic bag. “Here, this should work,”
Zeke could’ve groaned with distaste; he was taking out a small roll of gauze, tape and antibacterial ointment. “You just carry that stuff around,” Zeke said, a bit awed. Casey shrugged.
“Kinda have to,” he said. Zeke shook his head, but Casey made a weak smile. “Here, lemmee see it,”
Zeke groaned, putting his hand out. Casey inspected it a moment. “You washed it, right?”
“Yea,”
“Okay,” he replied softly, opening his small tube of ointment. He dabbed some on his finger and began rubbing it lightly into the three cuts. “Frankie’s got a jaw of steel; sounded like you broke it, though,”
“I could fucking care,” Zeke grumbled, snarling a bit at the tiny sting he felt in his fingers. Casey smiled a bit wider.
“Well, it was cool. I don’t think ANYONE’S ever stood up to him. He’s just this huge lunking idiot,” Casey said, chuckling under his breath.
“All the more reason to send him into next fucking week,” Zeke said. Casey smiled wider as he placed a wad of gauze over the cuts; he then began twirling the wrappings around and around, setting the bandages in place. Zeke frowned. “You think it needs all this? Jesus, I’m not gonna be able to write,”
“You’re probably suspended; it doesn’t really matter,” Casey said, strapping the end down with tape. Zeke chuckled as well.
“Good point,” he replied. Casey let his hand go, packing everything back up.
“Don’t move it around too much. Let it rest a bit,”
“Okay, Mom,” Zeke teased. Casey finally sorting everything back into the bag and set it down. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, watching the drivel of couples fighting on stage in front of millions of people.
“Did he really buy gay porn?”
Zeke turned to him, smiling wryly. “Yep,”
“Wow,”
“That’s what I thought,” Zeke said, sighing and settling into the couch further. He could see Casey worrying at his thumbnail in the corner of his eye.
“Can I buy some?”
Hoo boy... Zeke KNEW Casey’s preferences, made clear through his asking Vinny out. Still, to hear it so loud and clear, getting a request such as this was a bit bewildering. Still- a customer was a customer. “Yea sure. I got some in the car.”
“Cool... thanks,”
“Well um... you kinda gotta... come with,”
“BDSM,”
Zeke stopped mid-stand. “Oh... but um...”
“Pick one,” Casey said, voice devoid of emotion. Zeke nodded dumbly and left the room, heading for the back door.
He wasn’t confused as to the videos themselves; he had a small stack he kept by the het porn, bound together with a large rubber band. They weren’t in high demand (obviously; even if there was a market for it, students weren’t about to buy it from other students) but he never knew. Gabe had paid $30 for just a plain old porno, and it wasn’t even that great.
But now Zeke knew one small specific; bondage-discipline-sado-masochism. One small moment in conversation and he got to hear the young man, always getting bruised and beaten wanting to SEE bruised and beaten onscreen. Zeke didn’t realize how badly his hands shook as he sorted through the small stack.
Well... this one looked kinked up enough. A small picture on the back, two guys; one on his knees bent over on his forehead, a rope binding his wrists behind his back and being pulled by the other.
It was the best he could do. He shut the trunk and walked back to the house, getting inside. He almost dreaded going back to Casey, his face feeling hot and most likely beet red. It’s just his kink, man, he thought. He found Casey just as he’d left him, one knee up and resting his chin upon it, the other curled underneath him. “Here,” Zeke said, handing it to him. Casey looked up and took it, peering at the cover as Zeke sat back down.
“Looks... interesting,”
“Well- yea. It’s porn,” Zeke said, feeling stupid. Casey pondered on it... or something for a moment before pulling out his wallet.
“How much?” he asked. Zeke shrugged.
“Take it. No one’s gonna buy it anyways,” he said. Casey nodded slowly and leaned forward, putting it in his bag. He paused a moment before rising back up to sit.
“Y’now... there was this one time...” Casey started, sounding nervous. Zeke looked over.
“What?”
“My parents and I... we went on a small vaca, going to the Great Lakes to visit family and stuff,” Casey said, leaning back on the couch. He didn’t look to Zeke as he continued. “We stopped on this long, long old road to a truck stop. Looked like no one had used it for years. We needed gas and were starving, and I needed a piss so bad.”
“Road trips do that,” Zeke said, smiling a little. Casey flashed a small smile, disappearing as quickly as it came.
“So I went into the scummy, smelly bathroom but didn’t care. I just need a urinal and one minute out of my parents’ strict driving schedule. I didn’t even realize someone was in there until I heard this loud flush, so I stepped closer to the urinal. Never been all that secure...” Casey explained. Zeke noticed his arms go tighter at his chest, clenching sinew and small muscles. “So this guy came out, I only catch a small glimpse of him in the corner of my eye. He went to the sinks behind me but... y’now, no water ran or anything. I zipped up, turned around and he was just... standing there, watching me. I looked lower and realized his pants were lowered and his cock out,”
A shockwave ran through Zeke’s body, straight to his bones in hearing this. “The... fuck?”
“He asks me, ‘like my stiffy?’ and I’m like... just frozen,”
“Um... stiffy?” Zeke asked, cocking his head to the side. Casey shrugged.
“He didn’t look like some classy guy, Zeke. Big chunky... burly guy. Probably could’ve shoved me up against a stall and done whatever... but he just wanted me to see him, y’now? I was too shocked, almost terrified, I couldn’t move. I snapped out of it when he came,” Casey explained. “He asked me if I wanted to lick his jizz... I ran out after that,”
“Did you tell... your parents?” Zeke asked. Casey cocked an eyebrow.
“Yea right,”
“Yea... I probably wouldn’t have either,” Zeke admitted. He sat back, folding his arms. “You must’ve been scared,”
“At first,” Casey said. Zeke’s ears perked up, hearing the distinction.
“At... first,”
“When we got to my Aunt’s I said I was really tired, that I didn’t feel well. I pretended to have car sickness, so my Aunt put me up in one of the guest rooms while everyone went outside to sit on the porch.” Casey said, his voice growing shaky. “It was rotten and dirty and disgusting, but just- the IDEA that that had happened, it was... fuck, it was almost amazing. You know? I never woulda done anything, but I pictured being shoved to his dick and him coming on my face...”
Zeke felt like he’d gone deaf at this point. All Casey had to say was, ‘man, I jerked off. It was cool’. Instead, he was relaying such a deep, dark fantasy- one Zeke couldn’t believe that Casey Fucking Connor would have. Zeke’s eyes suddenly, unconsciously, let his gaze fall to Casey’s lap.
He wants to touch himself. His hand’s twitching at his belt.
Fuck.
“Casey, why are you telling me this?” Zeke blurted out. Casey stopped his descriptions and turned his eyes to Zeke, blinking fast. He turned away quickly as he spoke.
“I’ve wanted you to come on my face for years,”
Well holy fucking shit... “Just... what?” Zeke murmured. Casey’s knee was suddenly jerking up and down fast, his nerves obviously fraying.
“Fuck. No, I didn’t just say all this shit...”
“Um... yea, ya did,”
“I’m fucking disgusting. I’m sorry,” Casey said, standing up suddenly. His bag was on his shoulder in a flash, Zeke staring at his back.
Why the fuck not Tyler, why the fuck NOT?
It was as if Zeke’s feet were someone else’s suddenly. He was standing up then walking in long strides to catch up to Casey, whose hand fell on the doorknob. Zeke grabbed his shoulder and wrenched him back around, sending Casey’s bag to the floor. Wide innocent eyes flashed fear, just like they’d probably looked at the rest stop. Fuck; Zeke shoved him down and pushed Casey back to hit the door behind him. He grabbed his hair in one hand, pulling hard while the other worked at his jeans.
There were no words; no words for what Zeke was doing right now, shoving his cock out in the open and stroking it in hard jerks. He purposefully bumped the head onto Casey’s lips, making Casey irk out a throaty groan. All the while Casey’s large eyes looked up at Zeke’s face.
“Kinky little fucker...” Zeke hissed out, pulling Casey’s hair harder. Casey squealed, hands flying to his head and Zeke’s hold instinctively. He panted warm breath, washing over Zeke’s prick like a silk curtain. His jaw clenched as he came, possibly the quickest he’d ever gone. Casey’s body shuddered underneath Zeke’s grip, his own panting and groaning rising in volume and pitch. Zeke almost closed his eyes until he realized he wanted to see; Casey’s pretty, pretty face covered in his come, from eyebrows to chin, dripping to his neck and chest. It was like a Renoir.
“Jesus...” Zeke panted out. Casey stared up at him, lips trembling as his tongue lashed out to collect the small, thin stream collecting in the corner of his mouth. Zeke let his hand unclench, Casey’s face dropping slightly. He looked ashamed; Zeke blinked a few times. “Did... is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Casey said in a small voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you have... a paper towel... something?”
Zeke sighed, trembling fingers doing up his jeans again. Shit. He shouldn’t have done this. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he THINKING...
He stepped into the kitchen doorway, grabbing a towel from its holder right nearby. He returned, finding Casey rubbing his face onto his sleeve. “Um... you don’t have to do that, here,” Zeke said, handing him the paper. Casey refused to look up as he took it. Before Zeke could mentally prepare himself, Casey was reaching to his jeans, undoing the button and zip. The paper was shoved inside, Casey cringing; Zeke stared in utter shock at the growing dark spot at Casey’s crotch.
I want to do that to him again. I want to fucking do that all the time.
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Appearances can be absolutely deceiving. (Includes details not shown in the film; it's not canon, but who knows what WAS.)
Warning(s): Descriptions of squitchy events
Disclaimer: I have never owned anything I write. Sounds stupid, huh? Okay, add the word "about" at the end of that sentence.
Author's Note: I've had a good bunch of ya thinking that this is going to be a total and complete "OH NOES, poor sweet Casey!" story, and yea- judging by the results of the poll, lol, I can see kinda why.
This story however is going to show the evolution of an absolute, generous and wanted design of a Dom/sub relationship for the boys. This section shows the "starting event", the linchpin that made this all happen- I might jump around a bit to past/present etc., just cos'. :)
So in short (too late), Casey is NOT a victim. At all. He is the creature of his own design and desires, to which Zeke will hold responsibility for; the true essence of a Dom, in effect. I hope you like!!!!
X-posted to jacked_up, being_chased
Unreadable Communication
I would like to invite you
to my mother's house
to my bedroom
to play those old records
we know all the words to
and I would like you to kiss me
to crush me to lick me
till I beg you to stop
till you drive me crazy
that's all it takes
a subtle movement
that's all it takes
Zeke thought he’d ‘won life’ after awhile, even after his parents left him on his own at age sixteen and a half; especially even. He did anything he wanted; making it a miracle that he’d passed his sophomore year. Going into his junior year was even harder, and it only grew more confusing and difficult when the ‘new kid’ came.
Scrawny Casey Connor aged fifteen and fucking brilliant; Zeke had taken the kid for an eighth grader the first time he saw him, and it wasn’t that insulting. Back in Casey's old hometown he’d been moved up a grade, and then moved to Herrington that summer. In Herrington it didn’t matter how smart you were. Zeke got to see Casey flailing like a fish out of water in gym during a football session. It was seen immediately by everyone, and the larger boys would purposefully pass the ball to him, laughing when Casey put up his hands near his face and shrieked when they would. Even though he never got the thing in his hands they’d tackle him, enjoying taking the new geek boy down. At that point Zeke was indifferent. It wasn’t him, and it’d NEVER be him.
Latin wasn’t offered as a course, but that hadn’t mattered. An old retired teacher was teaching from his home for Casey, seeing as Casey took it back at his former private school. Zeke found this out when Casey was able to translate an old Latin passage in their history class, getting weird looks. It was no ‘carpe diem’. The teacher was impressed and asked if he’d taken Latin before, to which Casey admitted about his extra course.
That made it all worse. One of the guys from the team was there to hear it, and the next thing everyone knew Casey sucked a sixty-eight year old man’s dick. It had made Zeke laugh even; until he saw the first ‘flagpoling’.
He was angry in watching Casey on the ground, clutching his groin and trembling violently. Zeke could see him dry heaving, trying desperately to hold back. Someone needed to stand up for the kid, but it couldn’t be Zeke. He justified himself in thinking Casey would get new friends that would do it FOR him, perhaps. Maybe Casey would get taller, grow some muscle and be able to punch back. It never happened.
The years passed by, Zeke constantly coming up with a reason not to mess with the jocks over this issue. If Casey was able to have children by the end of it all it would be a miracle. The last ‘flagpoling’ occurred the day MaryBeth came to school. Walking into the lab after overhearing the crazed and outright insane conversation through the air vent, Zeke had been surprised- no one in there was going to throttle Casey. Stan was one of the nicer jocks, and even though the GIRLS would have been able to take Casey down, they wouldn’t. Zeke was the only one there that could, and he wouldn’t. Casey was being listened to, along with Stokely.
He’d fucking jumped at Furlong; never mind MaryBeth...
After MaryBeth, people lay off of him for awhile... until Casey did the stupidest thing someone in his position could do. Misreading signals completely, Casey brought himself to try and ask Vinny Parsons out. Vinny had been just as dorked out as Casey was, but after he spread the word around school the jocks were VERY friendly with him. Of course everything with Casey grew worse and worse.
~*~*~*~
Zeke was sitting on the school’s steps, uncaring to whether a teacher caught him smoking on school grounds or not when Casey was stepping off the bus and scurrying quickly up the walk. That’s when Gabe and three others saw him.
He stood up, watching the scene. Casey was sent horizontal, ankles grabbed and legs splayed wide open. The students looked on, making Zeke angry- angry enough to toss his cigarette to the cement, rush over and grab Frankie Bell by the collar. Casey’s left leg went awry, but the other three guys lost their balance and fell.
Zeke had never hit someone so hard. Frankie’s face outright cracked with the force behind Zeke’s fist, slamming into him just once. That’s all it took. He then tossed Frankie at the three others, sending them all on their backs in shock. While Frankie howled in pain, hands already covered in blood in trying to press into his face, Zeke walked over. “Go on. Fuck with me, candy-assed bastards,” he growled at them. Gabe was first to rise to the occasion, standing up swinging. Easy enough; his ass met the ground again when Zeke ducked and slammed a shoulder into his chest.
“I said, ‘fuck with me’,” Zeke hollered this time. The unhurt two looked to each other wearing blank expressions. Gabe regained his breath enough to sneer up at Zeke and start up.
“Standing up for the fucking queer, huh? Wonder what that makes you,”
“Yea, I fucking wonder,” Zeke said. “I’m not the one who bought gay porn outta my trunk a few months back though,”
Gabe’s mouth dropped open; the two others looked at him oddly while tending to Frankie, standing up now and scuttling off. Gabe soon followed, more odd looks following after him as he disappeared inside the school. Zeke didn’t want to stick around for a teacher to come suspend him; if he was suspended, he was suspended, and that was it. He looked to Casey and sighed. “I’m goin’ home. Watch yer back with those idiots,” he said. He began striding back to the parking lot, wanting nothing more than to get home and sleep...
Footsteps rushed up behind him; Casey was now at his side, keeping up with Zeke’s long legged pace. Zeke frowned. “Case, go to school, all right?”
“No. I wanna go back with you,”
“Case, seriously...”
“No.”
Zeke walked on, Casey at his side. Without a word, Zeke approached his car, unlocked the door and got in. Casey was at the passenger side, waiting as Zeke started it, roared the engine and put it in gear. Zeke decided to let Casey wait as long as he wanted to, driving out of the spot and speeding towards the exit.
He really shouldn’t have looked in the rear view; he caught the shaking reflection of an even smaller version of Casey, standing right where Zeke had left him. It made Zeke slam on the brakes just before getting to the gate. The car idled, low groans coming from an engine used to speed. Zeke leaned to the other side and unlocked the door just as Casey arrived to open it and get in.
~*~*~*~
So... Casey Connor was sitting in Zeke’s living room, waiting for Zeke to come out of the bathroom. He was desperately searching for gauze or wrappings, bandages or tape. The only things he found in his medicine cabinet right now were nail clippers, an almost-empty bottle of Pepto, a fully empty floss container and a nickel. Zeke shut it, muttering under his breath as he washed his hands. It’d do for now.
He walked back down the hall, finding Casey sitting on the couch with his camera in his lap. Zeke groaned as he sat next to him, flipping the television on. ‘Jenny Jones’ blared now; he looked up hearing Casey hiss. “What?”
“Your knuckles, they look awful,” he said, pointing. Zeke shrugged.
“No big,”
“Don’t you have anything to cover them up with?” Casey asked. At the shake of Zeke’s head he sighed, grabbing up his book bag. He watched him open the front flap, taking out a plastic bag. “Here, this should work,”
Zeke could’ve groaned with distaste; he was taking out a small roll of gauze, tape and antibacterial ointment. “You just carry that stuff around,” Zeke said, a bit awed. Casey shrugged.
“Kinda have to,” he said. Zeke shook his head, but Casey made a weak smile. “Here, lemmee see it,”
Zeke groaned, putting his hand out. Casey inspected it a moment. “You washed it, right?”
“Yea,”
“Okay,” he replied softly, opening his small tube of ointment. He dabbed some on his finger and began rubbing it lightly into the three cuts. “Frankie’s got a jaw of steel; sounded like you broke it, though,”
“I could fucking care,” Zeke grumbled, snarling a bit at the tiny sting he felt in his fingers. Casey smiled a bit wider.
“Well, it was cool. I don’t think ANYONE’S ever stood up to him. He’s just this huge lunking idiot,” Casey said, chuckling under his breath.
“All the more reason to send him into next fucking week,” Zeke said. Casey smiled wider as he placed a wad of gauze over the cuts; he then began twirling the wrappings around and around, setting the bandages in place. Zeke frowned. “You think it needs all this? Jesus, I’m not gonna be able to write,”
“You’re probably suspended; it doesn’t really matter,” Casey said, strapping the end down with tape. Zeke chuckled as well.
“Good point,” he replied. Casey let his hand go, packing everything back up.
“Don’t move it around too much. Let it rest a bit,”
“Okay, Mom,” Zeke teased. Casey finally sorting everything back into the bag and set it down. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, watching the drivel of couples fighting on stage in front of millions of people.
“Did he really buy gay porn?”
Zeke turned to him, smiling wryly. “Yep,”
“Wow,”
“That’s what I thought,” Zeke said, sighing and settling into the couch further. He could see Casey worrying at his thumbnail in the corner of his eye.
“Can I buy some?”
Hoo boy... Zeke KNEW Casey’s preferences, made clear through his asking Vinny out. Still, to hear it so loud and clear, getting a request such as this was a bit bewildering. Still- a customer was a customer. “Yea sure. I got some in the car.”
“Cool... thanks,”
“Well um... you kinda gotta... come with,”
“BDSM,”
Zeke stopped mid-stand. “Oh... but um...”
“Pick one,” Casey said, voice devoid of emotion. Zeke nodded dumbly and left the room, heading for the back door.
He wasn’t confused as to the videos themselves; he had a small stack he kept by the het porn, bound together with a large rubber band. They weren’t in high demand (obviously; even if there was a market for it, students weren’t about to buy it from other students) but he never knew. Gabe had paid $30 for just a plain old porno, and it wasn’t even that great.
But now Zeke knew one small specific; bondage-discipline-sado-masochism. One small moment in conversation and he got to hear the young man, always getting bruised and beaten wanting to SEE bruised and beaten onscreen. Zeke didn’t realize how badly his hands shook as he sorted through the small stack.
Well... this one looked kinked up enough. A small picture on the back, two guys; one on his knees bent over on his forehead, a rope binding his wrists behind his back and being pulled by the other.
It was the best he could do. He shut the trunk and walked back to the house, getting inside. He almost dreaded going back to Casey, his face feeling hot and most likely beet red. It’s just his kink, man, he thought. He found Casey just as he’d left him, one knee up and resting his chin upon it, the other curled underneath him. “Here,” Zeke said, handing it to him. Casey looked up and took it, peering at the cover as Zeke sat back down.
“Looks... interesting,”
“Well- yea. It’s porn,” Zeke said, feeling stupid. Casey pondered on it... or something for a moment before pulling out his wallet.
“How much?” he asked. Zeke shrugged.
“Take it. No one’s gonna buy it anyways,” he said. Casey nodded slowly and leaned forward, putting it in his bag. He paused a moment before rising back up to sit.
“Y’now... there was this one time...” Casey started, sounding nervous. Zeke looked over.
“What?”
“My parents and I... we went on a small vaca, going to the Great Lakes to visit family and stuff,” Casey said, leaning back on the couch. He didn’t look to Zeke as he continued. “We stopped on this long, long old road to a truck stop. Looked like no one had used it for years. We needed gas and were starving, and I needed a piss so bad.”
“Road trips do that,” Zeke said, smiling a little. Casey flashed a small smile, disappearing as quickly as it came.
“So I went into the scummy, smelly bathroom but didn’t care. I just need a urinal and one minute out of my parents’ strict driving schedule. I didn’t even realize someone was in there until I heard this loud flush, so I stepped closer to the urinal. Never been all that secure...” Casey explained. Zeke noticed his arms go tighter at his chest, clenching sinew and small muscles. “So this guy came out, I only catch a small glimpse of him in the corner of my eye. He went to the sinks behind me but... y’now, no water ran or anything. I zipped up, turned around and he was just... standing there, watching me. I looked lower and realized his pants were lowered and his cock out,”
A shockwave ran through Zeke’s body, straight to his bones in hearing this. “The... fuck?”
“He asks me, ‘like my stiffy?’ and I’m like... just frozen,”
“Um... stiffy?” Zeke asked, cocking his head to the side. Casey shrugged.
“He didn’t look like some classy guy, Zeke. Big chunky... burly guy. Probably could’ve shoved me up against a stall and done whatever... but he just wanted me to see him, y’now? I was too shocked, almost terrified, I couldn’t move. I snapped out of it when he came,” Casey explained. “He asked me if I wanted to lick his jizz... I ran out after that,”
“Did you tell... your parents?” Zeke asked. Casey cocked an eyebrow.
“Yea right,”
“Yea... I probably wouldn’t have either,” Zeke admitted. He sat back, folding his arms. “You must’ve been scared,”
“At first,” Casey said. Zeke’s ears perked up, hearing the distinction.
“At... first,”
“When we got to my Aunt’s I said I was really tired, that I didn’t feel well. I pretended to have car sickness, so my Aunt put me up in one of the guest rooms while everyone went outside to sit on the porch.” Casey said, his voice growing shaky. “It was rotten and dirty and disgusting, but just- the IDEA that that had happened, it was... fuck, it was almost amazing. You know? I never woulda done anything, but I pictured being shoved to his dick and him coming on my face...”
Zeke felt like he’d gone deaf at this point. All Casey had to say was, ‘man, I jerked off. It was cool’. Instead, he was relaying such a deep, dark fantasy- one Zeke couldn’t believe that Casey Fucking Connor would have. Zeke’s eyes suddenly, unconsciously, let his gaze fall to Casey’s lap.
He wants to touch himself. His hand’s twitching at his belt.
Fuck.
“Casey, why are you telling me this?” Zeke blurted out. Casey stopped his descriptions and turned his eyes to Zeke, blinking fast. He turned away quickly as he spoke.
“I’ve wanted you to come on my face for years,”
Well holy fucking shit... “Just... what?” Zeke murmured. Casey’s knee was suddenly jerking up and down fast, his nerves obviously fraying.
“Fuck. No, I didn’t just say all this shit...”
“Um... yea, ya did,”
“I’m fucking disgusting. I’m sorry,” Casey said, standing up suddenly. His bag was on his shoulder in a flash, Zeke staring at his back.
Why the fuck not Tyler, why the fuck NOT?
It was as if Zeke’s feet were someone else’s suddenly. He was standing up then walking in long strides to catch up to Casey, whose hand fell on the doorknob. Zeke grabbed his shoulder and wrenched him back around, sending Casey’s bag to the floor. Wide innocent eyes flashed fear, just like they’d probably looked at the rest stop. Fuck; Zeke shoved him down and pushed Casey back to hit the door behind him. He grabbed his hair in one hand, pulling hard while the other worked at his jeans.
There were no words; no words for what Zeke was doing right now, shoving his cock out in the open and stroking it in hard jerks. He purposefully bumped the head onto Casey’s lips, making Casey irk out a throaty groan. All the while Casey’s large eyes looked up at Zeke’s face.
“Kinky little fucker...” Zeke hissed out, pulling Casey’s hair harder. Casey squealed, hands flying to his head and Zeke’s hold instinctively. He panted warm breath, washing over Zeke’s prick like a silk curtain. His jaw clenched as he came, possibly the quickest he’d ever gone. Casey’s body shuddered underneath Zeke’s grip, his own panting and groaning rising in volume and pitch. Zeke almost closed his eyes until he realized he wanted to see; Casey’s pretty, pretty face covered in his come, from eyebrows to chin, dripping to his neck and chest. It was like a Renoir.
“Jesus...” Zeke panted out. Casey stared up at him, lips trembling as his tongue lashed out to collect the small, thin stream collecting in the corner of his mouth. Zeke let his hand unclench, Casey’s face dropping slightly. He looked ashamed; Zeke blinked a few times. “Did... is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Casey said in a small voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you have... a paper towel... something?”
Zeke sighed, trembling fingers doing up his jeans again. Shit. He shouldn’t have done this. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he THINKING...
He stepped into the kitchen doorway, grabbing a towel from its holder right nearby. He returned, finding Casey rubbing his face onto his sleeve. “Um... you don’t have to do that, here,” Zeke said, handing him the paper. Casey refused to look up as he took it. Before Zeke could mentally prepare himself, Casey was reaching to his jeans, undoing the button and zip. The paper was shoved inside, Casey cringing; Zeke stared in utter shock at the growing dark spot at Casey’s crotch.
I want to do that to him again. I want to fucking do that all the time.