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Title: Geek Out: Sirius
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Warning: Shameless H&M plugging.
Synopsis: New everything.

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Though another night of clubbing sounded like fun, Casey was having a Delilah moment. ‘I have nothing to wear,’ he thought while rifling through his closet. The last outfit, with the black silk shirt and tight jeans would work, but he didn’t want to show up in the same clothes as last time. He’d gotten what he’d thought was a great shirt along with that outfit, but it was just a plain dark blue tee; he wanted something more exciting, though he couldn’t quite believe it. When his nose began to itch, he panicked. It’d looked fine by now, but he checked himself in the mirror for the eighth time since getting home; good. Still only a little red…

This was getting very Delilah.

“I’m home!” Mrs. Connor announced herself from downstairs. “Casey?”

“Hi, Mom!”

He heard her coming up the stairs, humming a tune under her breath. She reached his door and nudged it open. “How was school?” she asked.

“Okay… um, hey…” Casey said; he turned to the woman and bit his lip. “It’s okay if I go club again… right?”

“Whatta way to ask,” Mrs. Connor said with amusement. With a small laugh, she nodded. “I suppose so. I’m having some girlfriends over tonight, so you may as well have a night out with yours.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he replied.

“No problem. I just came up to ask you if you wanted anything from the mall. I’m going there to pick up some special chocolates from Godiva for tonight.”

“Uh…” Casey blinked fast. “Actually…?”

~*~

Mrs. Connor looked around the wide array of shops with a pensive expression. “Where did you go with Zeke?”

“Sears. We could try there again, I don’t mind. They have good sales,” Casey replied.

“All right,” Mrs. Connor said. As they passed a large group of younger kids dressed in black and with chains hanging off of every limb, Mrs. Connor raised her eyebrows. “I’m not used to the mall, myself. But I want to make a good impression on my new friends.”

“Who’s coming over?”

“A few girls from the group I go to,” she answered.

“Uh… the ‘gay-parents’ group--thing?” Casey tentatively asked. At her nod, he groaned and chuckled at the same time. “God.”

“Hey, we all have a good time! We’re just going to watch movies and have snacks. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” the woman asked.

“Guess not,” Casey said. “Just never thought being queer was this much work.”

“Oh, when I told them that MY son came out… ooh, most of ‘em were so jealous,” Mrs. Connor said with a wide grin. Casey had to listen to the tales of how he was being shown off to people he didn’t even know, trying hard not to keep groaning. ‘It’ll blow over, someday… I hope,’ he thought. He had to allow his mother to feel ‘special’, especially since she was enjoying it so much. ‘You’re fuckin’ lucky.’

“Oh, there’s Godiva,” his mother interrupted herself to say.

Casey followed her over with a nod; she must’ve thought her friends were pretty awesome, knowing the steep prices this place charged. Her entire day of tips would be chowed down tonight, Casey figured. Just before he entered the wide archways leading into the shop, he glanced behind him and stopped. He stared at the H&M shop a few moments while his mother perused the cases of chocolates. Sears had been a step up from K-Mart, but he’d never shopped outside of regular department stores before. His parents would certainly raise their eyebrows when he’d want something other than a ‘Blue Light Special’--but his mother had liked the club outfit he’d brought home. And right now, that H&M window looked pretty damned good. He looked back to Mrs. Connor and the store’s clerk filling up a big, golden box with various confections for her. This was probably going to take a while. “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’ll be across the hall… at the H&M.”

Mrs. Connor threw a look over her shoulder, blinked a few times then nodded. Casey nodded back and walked over to the shop. He stood at the window and gazed at the mannequins, all of which wore alluring and stylish clothing. The Euro-style was right up Casey’s alley; it was mostly designed for stick-thin bodies, one like Casey’s. He set his eyes on one outfit in particular and swallowed.

The dark denim of the jeans would probably hug him tighter than the pair he’d gotten with Zeke, and the waist was definitely lower. While the small black button-up cardigan wasn’t perfect for dancing in, the black, almost see-through shirt underneath was. ‘I’d look… so GOOD in that,’ he thought with awe.

Very, VERY Delilah…

“I’m done,” his mother said, now behind him. He barely acknowledged her, too entranced by the many outfits on display. “Er… so, where’s the Sears again, second floor…?” she said. Casey now turned to her; he’d never been so excited over clothes before, and it showed, judging by how she bit her lip. “This is a nice shop. We could maybe--look.”

“Maybe more than look--please?”

“Honey, it’s a bit… a bit expensive, isn’t it?”

“Just a bit more than K-Mart, not much--anyway…” he drifted off and glanced down to the large gold bag Mrs. Connor carried. He dared a small smile; the woman sighed.

“Okay, fine. Maybe one outfit.”

Casey outright squealed and grabbed her hand to drag her into the shop.

~*~

Mr. Connor batted away the smoke coming from the pan he took from the oven, feeling disappointed. He knew better than to try his hand at cooking, but he had no clue as to where Meredith was at the moment. His friends would be coming by in less than an hour now for their poker game, and all he had ready were chips, cheese curls, beer, the usual cigars and a large pan of burnt pizza rolls. Mr. Connor grunted, looked to the clock then almost cheered when he heard his wife’s voice coming through the opened screen door at the front of the house. He slapped the pan down on the counter next to the opened window, then walked down the hall to meet her.

“Honey, we’re--is that smoke?”

The man sighed and watched as Mrs. Connor stepped in, Casey right behind her. He was surprised at the number of bags they were carrying, all of them from H&M. There had to be about ten of them. “It’s okay, I tried cooking…”

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Connor replied in a dour voice.

“What’s all this?” he asked as Casey clambered inside with a big grin.

“We went shopping. Here you are, dear--you got it?” she said, handing handfuls of bags to him. Though it looked awkward to carry, Casey took them eagerly and hopped up the stairs as if he carried nothing at all. Mr. Connor watched him go, confused.

“Was that all his?”

“Oh, Frank--I had to,” Mrs. Connor said with a breathless voice. She put a large gold bag on the side table and hung her jacket on the coat rack, then turned to him with a guilty smile. “He was just going to try on an outfit or two, but that store was made for our boy. He looked good in everything, so…”

“So you got everything,” Mr. Connor said, deadpan.

“Next to.” The woman giggled. “Oh, I’ve made a fortune in tips this week with everyone getting their hair ready for summer--and I can’t remember the last time we took Casey clothes-shopping. He deserves it. He wanted to go to club and shop for it, so I said yes. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yea, it’s okay,” Mr. Connor said. Things would be easier that way.

“Good, good. He wanted to look good for it… and he’s going to look good. Of course, we didn’t stop there. It was all so perfect, really, so we had to get him an entire wardrobe, of course. God, I‘m hyper! Both of us attacked my chocolates on the way home…”

Mr. Connor sighed, smiled and shrugged. “All right, it’s not that big a deal. Anyway, thank god you’re home--I saw the kielbasa in the fridge, I didn’t DARE try to cook that.”

“Oh yes, that’s for my… OH!” His wife gasped and covered her mouth. “Your poker game, I totally forgot…”

“Hah, it’s okay. I’ll help, of course.”

“No, I’d gotten that for--I’m having MY friends over tonight, too, from my group.”

Mr. Connor blinked. “Your group? The support one?”

“Yea. I um, I totally forgot about your poker game,” she said. She shook her head and raised her arms. “Oh well, you guys play on the porch, anyway. We’ll take the living and dining room. There’s enough food for everyone, I’ll see what we have in the downstairs freezer.”

Mr. Connor went still and quiet as she kissed his cheek and walked past him to the kitchen. His friends from work, a ‘My Kid’s Gay’ support group and a son running around in cute Euro-clothes, all in the same house? This was going to be a challenge.

~*~

This was madness. Casey had never seen so many clothes in his room before, especially ones that looked this good. His first choice for tonight sat on top of everything on the bed. His fingers shook from both the anticipation of tonight and the three big chocolates he’d devoured in the car. It was as if he’d snorted four pens of scat with the way he was feeling.

Black jeans that had hung way too low and were way too perfect, the loose dark-blue button-down, a little sheer with the buttons starting at about the middle of his chest, the small cardigan and… he giggled and picked up the pack of underwear his mother had miraculously allowed. He’d batted his eyelashes more than ever for THIS choice, and she’d given in, even though they were black and bikini-style. Six months ago, Casey would’ve thrown up with anxiety over wearing these types of clothes, but now, he had someone to wear them for. With every outfit he’d tried on, all he could think about was Zeke.

‘He’ll LOVE me in this,’… ‘Oh my god, I can see my--no, fuck that, I’m getting it,’… ‘I’ll have to get him a drool-cup for this one…’

It was more than exhilarating, even if the idea of wearing things like this to school was a bit unsettling. He’d been sure to pick a few less exotic things for that--he didn’t want to show up for class looking like a slut. The plaids he’d picked were a small step above the usual, hugging his sides a little more than his older ones. If he was going to be a new boy, he’d BE a new boy. Perhaps he’d never dared such a thing before, but things were very, very different, now. He wasn’t ‘Little-Mister-Mousy-Geek’--not anymore.

As he finally began dressing, a loud commotion started rising from downstairs. Were his mother’s friends that noisy? They had to be; small shouts, laughter and incessant talking had begun, thought the deeper voices confused Casey. His mother hadn’t mentioned fathers coming by. Casey shrugged to himself and stripped down; he wasn’t entirely comfortable with himself being entirely naked still, so he slipped on a pair of the underwear (‘Oh my god, I need a SERIOUS tucking…! Fuck! Oh… yea, that feels good…’), the jeans and shirt quickly. He looked in the mirror and chuckled heartily. Yes, he looked damned good.

He next went to the bathroom and began washing up. With the door ajar, he could hear music--wait, Lynyrd Skynyrd…? “Frank, turn that DOWN!” his mother called over the noise. Why was she letting him play music during her party? Casey rolled his eyes, wondering if his new ‘party-boy’ mentality had rubbed off on them somehow. He finished washing his face then dried it briskly. Another check--damn, his nose looked okay, but was still too red. Casey pursed his lips and thought hard. Cover-up and maybe even a small bit of eyeliner… he couldn’t, could he?

‘Okay, using a LITTLE makeup won’t make you a cross-dresser,’ Casey thought and nodded. He couldn’t snoop around his mother’s vanity without getting in trouble, he figured, so he left the bathroom to head downstairs. The music was still loud, his father yelling something about not being able to find the remote.

“So walk to the stereo and turn it down yourself!” Mrs. Connor yelled in frustration as Casey arrived. He was met by the sight of his mother and four women sitting on the couch with little plates full of finger foods. Mrs. Connor looked up and saw him, then beamed. “Oh, you look great!” she called.

“Thanks… um…” Casey started. “Can I use your eyeliner and uh, cover-up?”

“What? Ugh, FRANK!”

“I’m trying!”

“No you’re not, good GOD… sorry, honey, what??”

Casey took a deep breath. It was then that the music came to a dead stop, but it was too late to hold back his shouting. “CAN I USE YOUR EYELINER AND…” Casey stopped as everyone turned their heads to stare at him. That was when he noticed three men and his father looking out through the archway of the dining room at him. Casey cringed. “And… cover-up?”

“Oh, sure, sweetie!” Mrs. Connor said in a cheery voice. She stood, went over to him then turned to her friends. “This is my son, Casey,” she told her friends, still beaming with pride.

“Hello,” the woman with large tortoise-shell glasses and long blond hair said.

“This is Frederica, Noel, Sharon and Jenny; they’re in my group,” Mrs. Connor said.

Casey nodded to each of them, though his eyes kept darting over to his father’s friends. They all knew him… before. Still, he smiled. “Um, hi.”

“You look very nice! Are you going out?” Jenny, the one in the long flowered-dress asked.

“Yea,” Casey answered. The music came on again, softer this time.

“Hiya, Casey,” Mr. Connor’s friend, Wally, said with a generic wave. “How’s uh, school?”

“S’good.”

“C’mon, honey, let’s go get what you need. Be right back, ladies,” Mrs. Connor said. Casey caught one more glimpse of his father, wide-eyed and slugging back a beer, then followed her upstairs. Once in his parents’ bedroom, he leaned on the doorway and sighed.

“I forgot about Dad’s game.”

“Me too, obviously,” Mrs. Connor replied while looking through her cosmetics.

“He’s probably panicking, with me coming down asking for makeup,” Casey said, half-nervous, half-amused.

“Let ‘im. It’s not like you asked me for my bra,” Mrs. Connor scoffed, and Casey snorted, hard.

“Mom!”

The doorbell then rang; Casey looked down the hall. “That’s probably Zeke,” Casey said.

“Dad will get him. Here,” Mrs. Connor said. She grabbed her eyeliner pencil and a bottle of Mary Kay cover-up. “We have the same complexion. Let me help you in the bathroom, so we can set you up for your big entrance.”

“Mooom…” he whined, but followed her into the bathroom anyway. He wouldn’t have been able to do this himself, so he sat on the toilet lid and let his mother tend to his eyes and nose. She was the expert, after all. After a few held-back flinches and scrunching his nose, she stepped back and smiled.

“You look so nice, Casey,” she said.

Casey smiled and stood to look in the mirror. God.

“It’s not overdone, is it? I just put a little--”

“It’s fine,” Casey said, unable to hold back a few light giggles.

“Oh, hold on.” The woman hopped off back to her room then came back holding a small tube. “Just a little of this, and--”

“Lipstick?? Mom, no!”

“It’s not lipstick, just a bit of gloss. It has no color at all--Zeke will wanna kiss you all night,” she said, then moved forward before Casey could react. A small dot of sweet gloss was pressed against his lips and painted on. It was only a little, but Casey felt weird.

“Mom,” he murmured when she was done. One quick lick to his lips and he stilled.

“Don’t lick it off! Here.”

Casey took the tube, sighed and put it in his pocket. He grabbed another glance of himself to be sure he didn’t look like a girl, found that he didn’t, then left the bathroom. “You’re crazy, Mom,” he told the woman.

“I know,” she replied.

Chuckling again, Casey descended the stairs; Mrs. Connor rushed down to get there before him and began talking to someone. That someone replied in his deep voice, and Casey’s stomach fluttered with butterflies. He didn’t want too much attention--not in front of the entire town of people that had congregated in his house, anyway. Casey sighed and reached the last step; Zeke looked over at him and visibly paled.

“Now, remember, home by one. Are you driving, Zeke?” Mrs. Connor asked. Zeke didn’t answer, his eyes set on Casey hard. Casey couldn’t help from looking back; he wore another t-shirt under his jacket, this one just as tight as the last but black. Nothing special, perhaps, but hot all the same. “Zeke?”

“What?” Zeke blurted, finally turning to look at her. “Am I driving?”

Mrs. Connor now wore a tight, ‘don’t laugh!’ expression. “Are you?”

“Oh. Yea.”

“We ready?” Casey asked, now at Zeke’s side.

“Y-Yea. We’re… Stan and Stokes… gonna pick ‘em…”

“You boys have fun,” Mrs. Connor said.

“Thanks, Mom. You too. BYE DAD!” Casey’s shout made Zeke jump a little, but he still couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Bye, Son.”

The two of them went to the opened door and stepped out. Before the screen door closed behind them, Casey heard one of his mother’s friends coo. “Aw, did you see that?” he caught her saying before they reached the stairs and hopped down to the walk together.

“Sorry about that. My parents’ social calendars crashed into each other--”

“What the fuck did you do to yourself?” Zeke interrupted to ask.

Casey blinked and slowed his steps to turn to him. Did Zeke disapprove? “Um, Mom took me shopping; she got me a whole new wardrobe. Why… don’t you like it?” Casey asked.

Zeke blinked wildly; he said nothing as he went to the driver’s side and got in. Casey bit his lip and entered the passenger side and sat down. He shut his door, feeling worried. “If you want… I can go back inside and--” he went to say, but was stopped by Zeke grabbing the back of his head, pulling him over and kissing him, hard and full on the mouth. His nose twitched a little but he couldn’t have cared less. When one of Zeke’s hands snaked to his front and started edging past the collar of his cardigan, Casey pulled away and laughed. “Zeke, Je-sus!”

“You’re…” Zeke licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Lip gloss?”

“God, a little, my mom forced it on me.”

“I love your mother. I fuckin’ love your mother,” Zeke said with a growl. He took the back of Casey’s head and tried pulling him back over, but Casey laughed harder.

“We need to get Stan and Stokes…”

“I want you.”

The look on Zeke’s face made Casey’s thighs warm up. “Zeke…” he softly replied with a coy smile. “Stan and Stokes. C’mon, now.” he said. Zeke huffed and put the car in drive. Casey bit his smile as they went on their way to Stan’s house. “You want me, huh?”

“I fuckin’ want you,” Zeke replied. “And I’m not waiting for it.”

“Uh, what?”

“You heard,” Zeke mysteriously replied. Casey cocked an eyebrow at him and sat back for the rest of the two-minute ride, feeling hot and bothered. Zeke stopped the car in front of Stan’s house. “Get in the backseat.”

“Huh?”

“Backseat.”

“Um--okay, then,” Casey said. He left his spot, got out then climbed into the back. Stan and Stokely came out of the house then; Stan waved Zeke’s way.

“What’s goin’ on--”

“You’re driving.” Zeke told him

“Are you serious, man?”

“Serious.”

“Wow…” Stan walked to the driver‘s side, while Stokely gave Zeke looks as she went to the front passenger side. “Shit, I’ve always wanted to drive you car. Wow.”

“Stan, he just wants to get in the backseat with--”

“EH!” Zeke interrupted Stokely. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Huh?” Stan muttered. He shook his head and sat in front of the wheel. A groan of satisfaction left his throat. “Oh yea. That’s nice.”

“Hey, Case,” Stokely said, turning to look at him in the backseat. Before she could turn away, she did a double-take. “Are you wearing makeup?”

“A little, geez. I just wanted to take the focus off my nose,” Casey said. Zeke sat down next to him and immediately put his arm around his shoulders. As he was pulled in, Casey stiffened and chuckled. “Zeke…”

“See??” Stokely said. “There you go, Stan--you get to drive Zeke’s cock-rocket while they get some backseat-action.”

“So what??” Stan replied as he roared the engine before pulling away from the curb. “Damn, let ‘em. This is sweet.”

“’K, if you don’t mind…” Stokely drifted off and looked back to them. Casey noticed her small smile just before Zeke turned his head and began kissing him.

“Zeke--”

“Shh.”

“Dude, can I turn the radio on?” Stan asked. Zeke made a generic gesture his way before pushing Casey down onto the seat. “Sweet.”

“Good god,” Casey said before his lips were claimed yet again. Though he didn’t feel super-comfortable doing this sort of thing in front of others--especially when one of them was outright staring at them, Casey sank into Zeke and relaxed. It was impossible to resist with the way Zeke gripped his wrists and mouthed him; even with Stan trying to sing along with the B-52’s song playing and Stokely’s giggling, he could’ve torn Zeke’s clothes off and demanded a fuck, right there and then. It was surprising and exciting--scary, but wonderful.

~*~

“Guys? Guys!”

Casey and Zeke broke off their kiss to turn bleary eyes Stokely’s way. “Yea?” Zeke said with a croak.

“You guys making out is hot, but I’ve been trying to TALK to you. Jesus,” she replied. She plucked the cigarette from Zeke’s fingers and put it in her mouth, then nodded to the dance floor, where Stan had dropped the white-boy-two-step in favor of some wild sort of tribal dance. “With Stan channeling some disco king, I’m getting lonely over here.”

“Why aren’t you dancing?” Zeke asked.

“Ugh, I dunno. I think I’m coming up on my rag,” she said with a groan. Casey widened his eyes and backed his chair up a little; she glared and snarled. “Oh, DON’T start.”

“Aw… Casey, have a heart,” Zeke said, though he backed off as well.

Casey chuckled, feeling high. He then laced his arm with Zeke’s and beamed. “Zeke applied to Ohio State,” he said.

“Casey, c’mon, man.”

“You did??” Stokely said, her dour expression gone and replaced with a wide smile. “Fuck, that’s awesome! That’s what I’m shooting for! We can carpool!”

“I haven’t gotten in yet, so don’t cream your panties,” Zeke said.

“Oh, shut up. Damn, that’d be really cool. I was scared that I’d be all alone out there,” she said.

The good mood Casey felt suddenly shifted. Stan would stay in Herrington for a possible police career, Stokely and Zeke would be carpooling to school in Columbus… he sat back and stared at his cherry-topped drink. Zeke noticed Casey’s posture and blinked. “Case? What’s up?”

Casey looked up and forced a tiny smile on his face. “What? Nothing.”

“Oh,” Stokely said, coming to realize what she’d said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think, you being in Massachusetts and… stuff.”

“Not a big,” Casey said. “It’s not like I won’t be coming home for holidays. And who knows, maybe you guys can shoot East to visit on a Spring-Break or something.”

“That’d be cool,” Stokely said. She then grimaced and rubbed her stomach, then grabbed her purse. “I’ll be right back. God, I’ll kill somebody if… fuck…”

The girl walked off, leaving the boys to watch her go. Zeke put his hand on Casey’s neck and rubbed it lightly. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yea.”

“’K. I’m gonna get another drink, want one?” Zeke said as he stood up and pulled out his wallet.

“No thanks. I’m gonna go sit outside, it’s hot in here,” Casey said.

“I’ll meet you out there,” Zeke said.

He left Casey, who watched him go with a small smile. Christ, he looked good in those jeans… looking at Zeke’s ass didn’t help the heat Casey felt, so he looked away, grabbed his cardigan from the back of his chair and headed to the deck. Not many others were there, even though the night air was cool and comfortable. Casey put his sweater on, left the cuffs over his hands and sat on one of the tables to stare out over the street. The stars were blinking above, some of them hiding behind thin clouds that glowed in the moonlight. Casey wondered how the skies in the Boston area looked; he frowned. ‘Probably not good at all,’ he thought. Being by a big city--much bigger than Columbus, where he was now, would block out so much. Even Sirius, brightest star in the sky, would probably look like a blurry pinpoint against the hazy gray of light pollution. He hoped to get his license soon, and buy a junky little car perhaps, all to drive out to rural areas to stargaze. That prospect wasn’t so good, with how much college was going to cost already. A part-time job would interfere with studying, but it was possible. God, his head spun…

Zeke soon arrived, sipping on a cola as he sat next to Casey and groaned. “Nice out,” he said.

“Yea.”

“Maybe sometime this weekend, we can drive out to the field and--”

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

Blinking wildly, Zeke turned to look at Casey with soft eyes. “Y’mean, when you go to school?”

“Duh,” Casey replied. He lowered himself down, putting his arms on his thighs and groaning. “It’s not fair. I mean… when I applied to MIT, we were all just hanging out… you and me were just friends, and now… it’s not fair.”

“I know.”

“I almost don’t wanna go.”

Zeke chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, you’re going. I don’t care if I have to duct-tape you to my hood and drive you there myself, you’re going.”

“Can I just bitch a minute? Geez…” Casey snapped. He regretted it instantly and sighed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Zeke said. He put his arm around Casey and pulled him in. Casey closed his eyes and settled on Zeke’s side, feeling warm and comfortable. Everything felt warm and comfortable when he was with Zeke. How cold would it get, being so far away from him? Before he could lament any further, he felt a hand tickling on his hip, trying to reach to bare skin. Casey chuckled and squirmed; Zeke clucked his tongue. “What?”

“Stoppit,” Casey hissed.

“Your fault, looking as fuckin’ hot as you do,” Zeke said. His tone deepened as he pulled Casey in again, then took his chin. With a quick lick to his lips, he brought them down to Casey’s and kissed him, slow and gentle. A fire was stoked deep in Casey’s chest and he kissed back, the high returning. He didn’t flinch away when Zeke reached past the cardigan and ran his hand over the sheer shirt, just over Casey’s nipple.

“God,” Casey murmured.

“Casey…” Zeke said; he moved to Casey’s ear, letting Casey hear how ragged his breathing was. “I really… really fucking want you,” he whispered.

It was too much. Casey suddenly began cursing their coming here. “What… what time is it?” he asked.

Zeke dipped his eyes down to his watch. “Almost ten. It hasn’t even been an hour.”

Casey pouted and put his head against Zeke’s shoulder. “Damn it…”

“Hey guys?”

The two of them turned and found Stan, red-faced and sweating, standing next to the table. “What’s up?” Zeke asked.

Stan sighed and shook his head. “It’s Stokes. She’s, um, not feeling well.”

“Cramps?” Zeke smiled devilishly.

“Yeeeea,” Stan drawled. “She doesn’t wanna cut the night short, but it hit her like a brick. If I don’t get her home with a Starbucks mocha frappuccino in her hand, things are gonna get ugly.”

Casey forced his joy down to make a worried look. “No, it’s okay. Let’s get her home,” he said.

Stan nodded and went back inside. Zeke stood up and gave Casey a narrow-eyed expression. “Problem solved,” he said.

~*~

“Since when do you fondle my dick while I’m driving?” Zeke asked Casey as they kissed their way into his house.

“Since you started staring at me like you did tonight,” Casey answered. He refused to let Zeke go, forcing Zeke to make a blind kick at the door to shut it. Casey’s hands were on his neck, drawing him down, until Zeke dipped, grabbed Casey’s thighs and pulled him up against his chest. It made Casey gasp, giggle and settle himself against Zeke’s forearms to let Zeke carry him up the stairs.

“What time you gotta be home?” Zeke asked as he kissed Casey’s cheek.

“One. We got hours,” Casey said in gasps, his arms tensing around Zeke’s neck. “We got hours.”

Zeke managed to get up the stairs without a misstep, his muscles tensing all over as he backed himself against the half-opened bedroom door to get them inside. He whirled around and let Casey down on the bed in a whoomp, then climbed over him slowly. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“About what?”

“I would’ve lied to get us the fuck out of there,” Zeke said as he got over Casey and clasped their hands together to press Casey further into the bed. He gave one hard squeeze then let go to trail his hands down Casey’s arms. The boy shuddered as his cardigan was opened and slid away. Zeke sniffed hard, his bangs trembling against his forehead. He then lowered again to Casey’s neck. For a moment, all he did was breathe against the skin and run his nose over Casey’s earlobe. The boy shook harder and opened his legs to get Zeke nestled in as close as he could. His knees locked tight, making his thighs hold Zeke’s hips in a strong hold. Zeke groaned once and made a long, soft suck just under Casey’s ear.

This was what it was supposed to be like; not a rushed decision or obligation, just something that if Casey wanted it, he could have it--and he wanted it. “Touch me,” he whispered as he put his hands around Zeke to his lower back. He pushed their groins even closer together, feeling Zeke’s erection press against his own. Zeke braced one hand by Casey’s shoulder, while the other slid under the sheer fabric of his shirt. Casey put his head back and closed his eyes. “Yea, Zeke… fuck…” he swallowed for breath before murmuring, “Fuck me.”

Zeke bent up to press their foreheads together and stare into Casey’s eyes. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Casey replied.

With a smile, Zeke sat up then began undressing. Casey watched every movement, his eyes set on Zeke‘s form as it came into view. Long arms, stretched, removing his shirt and showing off his broad chest and slim hips… the jeans were next, and per usual, he wasn‘t wearing anything underneath. His cock was already hard, and it made Casey‘s mouth water. Zeke sighed and returned. “Anytime you need me to stop…” he said while undoing the button and zip of Casey’s jeans.

“I’m not gonna want you to stop,” Casey said. He didn’t know if he was pleasantly coming down from that afternoon’s chocolate binge or if someone had slipped something into his Shirley Temple, but he was strangely at ease, as if he’d done this a thousand times before. His hips rose up slowly when Zeke began tugging his jeans down, allowing Zeke to remove them completely. Once the denim was slapped down onto the floor, Zeke looked down on Casey, narrowed his eyes and crawled back up until his face was above Casey’s navel. He lowered, kissing just under his bellybutton, edging his lips along the waist of Casey’s underwear.

“What’s this?” Zeke asked as he looped a finger around the thin strap that ran along Casey’s pelvis.

“They’re… n-new, too,” Casey said with a stammer.

“Does your mom want you to get laid…?”

Casey bit his grin. “Stop talking about my mom, damn it,” he said.

“’K,” Zeke said, then pressed his opened mouth over Casey’s underwear, hot-wet sinking into the fabric over Casey’s cock. Casey put his head back and opened his thighs wider.

“Oh my god…” he said, whimpering every word.

Zeke lifted his face, pulled the cloth away then returned, taking Casey’s shaft into his mouth. Casey’s knees quaked as he started gasping, over and over again. “Z-Zeke… oh, fuck,” he said. Zeke replied with a low, deep hum, then made a long suck upwards. When he came back down, he began a rhythm, up, down, up down… Casey’s chest rose and fell with erratic breaths. This wasn’t going to last, not at all. He was already on the edge, ready to fall off of it at any moment. Casey put his hand on Zeke’s head and tried nudging him away, but the older boy kept at it. “Z-Z-Zeke, I’m gonna--wait, come, I’m gonna--” he said, but Zeke took the hand at his head and held it while continuing to mouth Casey, harder than before. “Zeeeke… oh god!” Casey cried before he couldn’t help from coming into Zeke’s mouth. The pleasure was immense, much more than their first time on Zeke’s couch. His body jerked, hips and ass hovering over the bed until he started coming down. Zeke’s mouth eased up then slid away. In the low light of the room, Casey could see the wet glistening on Zeke’s lips. “Sw-Swallow?” Casey asked. Zeke nodded, sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He coughed once and went to move back up to face Casey, but the boy turned his head to the side. “Can you… get a drink, or something…?”

A soft sigh came from Zeke, and he put his mouth by Casey’s ear. “What I just did was not disgusting. You tasted nice,” Zeke said. Casey flinched a little, able to catch the scent of his own come. He balled his fists as Zeke made a gentle kiss on his temple. “Just kiss me, Casey.”

The thought of doing this made Casey’s stomach tense up, but he made a hard swallow, let out a breath and turned to face Zeke. His lips grazed Zeke’s and his nostrils filled with the smell of his sex. ‘This isn’t disgusting,’ Casey thought before Zeke took his hands in his and kissed him again. Casey tensed his arms and tried breathing, but he couldn’t escape himself, and for a few seconds he felt repulsed. But when Zeke became more hungry and began mouthing him more fervently, Casey found himself getting past the odd feelings and giving in. Their kiss became wild and passionate, both of them squirming with each other and holding each other’s hands in a death-grip. Zeke finally broke away and growled.

“I need to fuck you, Casey. Fucking god, I do,” he blatantly said. He furrowed his brow, put his hand to Casey’s shoulder and moved him on his side. “Lay on your side, baby… it’s better that way.”

“I… know…?”

Both of them paused to look at each other. “Um…” Zeke muttered.

“A girl in my art class told me, she read it in a maga--”

“Andrea?”

Casey widened his eyes and began chuckling, hard. “What the fuck?” he said past the laughter.

“Jesus,” Zeke said, laughing a little as well. He sighed, opened his bedside table’s drawer and dug out a condom and lube. He got behind Casey to kiss the nape of his neck. “Whatever. Just…”

Casey made a dreamy smile and pulled his legs up. This was going to be good; not because he was telling himself that it had to be, but because he was here in a familiar bed in a familiar house, and had nothing to be afraid of. Zeke thought he was beautiful, had told him so many, many times--in turn, Zeke was the most gorgeous boy Casey had ever set eyes on. They were naked in bed together, skin meeting skin, warm, comfortable and secure. He almost didn’t notice the slicked-up finger that began working its way into his body until it was all the way inside. A slight burn made Casey swallow, but he relaxed himself and curled his toes with anticipation. When the second digit arrived, pressure was put onto his prostate and he moaned lightly.

“I love you,” Zeke murmured in his ear.

Casey trembled and felt Zeke going deeper. A third finger came next; he was already used to it, ready. “Love… too,” he managed to mumble. Zeke puffed a few chuckles over Casey’s neck, tickling it. It made Casey smile, lift his head up, grab Zeke’s free arm and snake it under his head to his front. Zeke hummed out a breath and flattened his palm over Casey’s chest. Casey held onto it and pushed his ass back. “Put it in.”

A shaky breath escaped Zeke’s chest. Casey heard the foil wrapping getting torn and small grunts from behind, then Zeke returned. Casey shut his eyes tight when he felt Zeke’s cock slide around his cleft. “My boy,” Zeke murmured into his ear as he found his mark. He nudged in, just the littlest bit; Casey’s toes curled completely now, almost painfully so. “Gonna fuck my boy,” Zeke said.

“Mmm… hmm…” Casey hummed. He kept still until Zeke began entering him, soft and smooth. It had Casey tense, relax then push back, just a little, wanting to take some of the work from Zeke. Zeke moaned and stilled, letting Casey take the rest of him inside.

“Good b-boy,” Zeke’s voice shuddered as he went entirely sheathed. The hand on Casey’s chest began moving, his thumb finding Casey’s nipple and swirling around it. Casey moaned, gripped Zeke’s arm with both hands and held on.

“Fuck me,” he said. Zeke answered the demand by pulling back then in again, back, in, a solid rhythm starting between them.

“Like that?”

“Mmhmm.”

“More?”

Casey outright growled at both Zeke’s teasing and the overwhelming heat growing in his groin and thighs, then began matching Zeke’s movements with his own. It wasn’t long before Zeke steeled himself and started thrusting harder, his breath stuttering and he picked up the pace. Casey was getting a good, solid pounding now, and with every jolt against his prostate, he felt his body loosening even more. It was nothing but pleasure now; no more questions or doubts. This was the best thing he’d ever done. “Keep fucking me… god, screw me, fuck me…” he said, gone mindless and hard between his legs again. “Jerk me off, please.”

Zeke gripped Casey’s chest in one hand, still playing with the perked nub, while his other hand slipped around Casey’s hip to his dick. Wet kisses covered Casey’s neck as Zeke grabbed his shaft to rub in time with his thrusts. “Yea… g-god…” Casey said, riding the wild wave they were creating. The bed creaked, its headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. This was everything wonderful; butterflies, cotton candy at the fair, M57, Sirius on a cold January night, finding Andromeda with the naked eye, big bang theories… Casey almost laughed but was stopped by another climax rising. “Gonna again, come again--” he blurted just before strings of white sprayed over Zeke’s hand, his stomach and sheets. He jerked his head back onto Zeke’s shoulder and dug his nails into the arm holding him. “Fuck-fuck-fuck,” he pounded out the words, until he sank into a delirious, wonderful afterglow, while Zeke grunted and breathed hard as he himself started reaching his climax.

“Fucking…” Zeke’s voice shuddered until he groaned loudly, stilled once then pounded forward again. “OH god,” he yelled. Casey turned his head and nuzzled his nose along Zeke’s forehead as the young man began coming down. There was one more thrust inside; Zeke held it a moment then relaxed completely. “God damn.”

“Mmm,” Casey cooed. Light kisses were then applied to Casey’s shoulder as Zeke left his body. “Did I do… okay?” Casey said, his words mere puffs of breath.

“Better than okay,” Zeke replied. He fell back on the bed and pulled Casey with him, nestling Casey’s head over his shoulder and chest. “Our… first time? That wasn’t it. This… was it.”

“Fine by me,” Casey said. “Light me a cigarette.”

Zeke frowned and looked to him. “Wanna wash first…?”

Casey shook his head. “Cigarette. Please.”

Smiling wide, Zeke snatched his cigarettes from the nightstand, took two out and lit them. He handed Casey his and for the next ten minutes, they smoked and chatted idly together. Casey found himself enjoying the drying sweat and come, their overheated skin and the aroma of their sex in the air.

~*~

Knowing that he still had the euphoria of afterglow going on, Casey cleared his throat and hopped a few times on the balls of his feet before opening the front door. He needed to look happy but tired, though he felt as if he could run a marathon at the moment. “Okay, okay,” he said as he stepped inside.

He hear humming conversation coming from the back of the house, and saw that his father and his friends were still playing poker. His mother sat on the couch in the living room, watching TV by herself. “Hey, Mom,” Casey greeted her. She looked up and smiled.

“Hi, Hon. Have fun?”

“Yea, good night,” Casey said. He almost put the goofy grin back on, but coughed it away. “Ugh, lots of smoke in that place.”

“Why do you think your father’s on the porch with all his ‘buddies’?” Mrs. Connor replied. She patted the cushion next to her. “C’mon, finish these chocolates with me.”

“Maybe one, sure,” he said. He didn’t need anything to hype him up even more, but there WAS a chocolate fruit-cup left. He sat down, picked it up from the small platter and nibbled at it. “Was your party fun?”

“Oh, a blast. No one would shut up about how cute you two were together. Poor Zeke was done for, wasn’t he?” the woman replied. Casey felt his cheeks heat up.

“Yea, guess so,” he replied.

“Was the music good?” she asked next.

“Hah, yea, I danced a bit. Zeke just… stood around,” Casey said, hoping his story panned out.

“Ah,” Mrs. Connor said. She popped a small truffle in her mouth, chewed and moaned with delight. “So good.”

“Yea.”

“Stokely called. She wanted to apologize again for leaving the club so early and being a pain on the ride home,” Mrs. Connor said. Casey went shock-still and stared ahead at the TV; the woman cocked an eyebrow his way. “She said that she’ll bring Pamprin the next time you guys go out.”

“Oh… ‘kay,” Casey said. He bit his lip and glanced to her. She didn’t look angry. “We just… hung out.”

“Uh huh,” Mrs. Connor said. She sighed, sat back and crossed her arms. “Were you careful?”

“Yea,” Casey replied without pause.

“Good. Finish your chocolate and head to bed, sweetie.”

While Casey had taken it slow with his first fruit-cup, he took it down with one bite now, swallowed it and headed up the stairs.

~*~