Fic: A Gift
Title: A Gift
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: R
Summary: Ten years they have been together. They have everything they want in their lives, or so they've thought. Lately it seems like something has been missing that they don't realize-until one night.
AN: My greatest thanks to addie71 for editing this. I owe you lots! ♥
"It's five o'clock, Connor. Don't you want to head home and run to the arms of that beloved husband of yours?"
Casey looked up from his screen and grinned. It had been years since he joined this newspaper and his colleagues learned about him and Zeke, still they loved teasing him about it.
"Just so you know, we don't hate you for that," one of them once told him. "No hate whatsoever. On the contrary, we all love you, and Zeke. Man, you two are so cute together. If anything, not a few of us are actually jealous of you."
Casey had spluttered then. "Jealous? What for? Dave, your wife is a model and your two little girls are like angels."
Dave, the co-worker, only smirked and shrugged. "You tell me. Every time I see you and Zeke, all I can think about is that I wouldn’t mind switching places with you."
Casey gaped. "Are you saying you're gay?"
"Nah." Dave dragged his word. "I can't see myself drooling over guys. I definitely still adore my wife. Yeah, it's hard to explain, really."
Casey shook his head and chuckled inwardly at the memory. This Dave guy just teased him again. Casey didn't think they left trails of PDA crumbs everywhere they went. He was rather averse to that himself and Zeke often thought he was too cool for that. But people seemed to see differently from what Casey and Zeke thought, and now Casey wondered if they really should cut down the nuzzling and hugging and kissing in public places down to zero.
But this thing about going home at five, for a photographer working at newspaper? "No can do," said Casey. "I'm going with Raul to a gymnastics state championship."
"Gymnastics, huh." Dave sneered. "Male gymnasts? Are you sure Zeke's okay with that?"
Casey blushed. An image of those tight pants that left nothing to your imagination invaded his mind and Casey realized he hadn't said anything about the night's job to Zeke.
"With what? It's only a job. I went to countless events without having to specify them to Zeke. Music concerts, award ceremonies." Casey half wondered if the one he was trying to convince was himself.
"Right. But none of the people there were dressed in Lycra leggings. They might well be naked."
His imagination returned full force, made worse this time by a picture of the outline of a ridge of a cock seen through the pasted-like-a-second-skin material. He shouldn't have such a thought. He really shouldn't. Casey secretly pressed his crotch with the heel of his hand. Such a traitor. He didn't need a hard-on now.
"Are you sure you're not gay? You seem to pay as much attention to another man's cock as I do." His feeble attempt to change the subject fell flat as Dave snorted and stalked out of the room, shaking his head all the way. Casey swept his gaze around the rooms. Several heads that had come up from the cubicles ducked down in record time. "Damn it," Casey cursed, and fished for his cell.
"Raul? What time will you be ready?"
***
The mix of lettuce, onion, tomatoes, red pepper, shredded zucchini, and a dollop of mayonnaise, olive oil, and lime had seemed to become Casey's entire world. He scrutinized it, stirred it again and again in his bowl, before he spooned and brought a forkful to his mouth. Then he'd go back watching his salad closely instead of looking up.
Zeke wondered when his turn came to be scrutinized by him. He sighed and tossed his napkin to the table. Even then Casey didn't look up.
"Casey, please. What did I do wrong?"
Casey's head bent down so deeply Zeke could see the back of his neck. When he heard a keening voice, he wouldn't have guessed it had come from Casey if not for seeing himself how upset Casey looked.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong? What did you say?"
From the strings of words Casey uttered next in the speed of light, Zeke only caught Raul, gymnastics, photos, and tights.
"Wait, what?" He blinked.
"Nothing," Casey spluttered. "Nothing happened, really. I only took pictures. And if those pictures happen to portray slender but muscular guys in tights and sleeveless sports shirts, I didn't-I didn't pay attention at all to their hard chests or the prominent bulge on their crotches."
Huh? And that was not paying attention? Zeke belatedly realized how his own chest went up and down as his breath labored.
"So, there was this gymnastics championship..." He inhaled, sucking in oxygen to his deprived brain to calm himself.
"That's right."
"And you and Raul went to cover it."
Casey nodded and kept his head down.
"They were all male. Male gymnasts," Zeke continued.
"Yeah." Casey's breath quickened. "I'm sorry if I sounded like a pervert but I swear I didn't see anything. I mean, of course I saw, but I didn't look on purpose or stare or-"
"Casey, hey." Zeke reached out and bodily shook him. "It's okay. Relax, all right?"
"Dave at the office kept hinting that I was a cheat. I'm not, Zeke. I promise you. God, I wish I didn't have to go to events like that anymore. I ruined everything because of that. It was all my mistake..."
"Stop it. Now."
"But..."
"Casey, shut up. Don't make me slap you."
Casey clamped his mouth shut. His eyes widened at him as Zeke held him in a tight grip. Casey's body vibrated under the tips of Zeke's fingers. Zeke didn't say anything until Casey returned to his normal self.
"Are you okay now?"
Casey nodded.
"Take a deep breath," Zeke instructed him and thank God Casey complied.
For the next ten minutes, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Zeke refused to say anything for fear of sending Casey into a frenzy again though his mind did a somersault at the thought of that time again.
Zeke grasped Casey's hand. "I didn't know-you're still thinking of that accident. Why?"
"I can't imagine someone can just forget and move on. I mean, don't you?" Casey pinned him down with his most lethal weapon, the bluest eyes Zeke had ever seen.
"I, uh." He stammered mostly thanks to that steely gaze and not because of the question, but Casey wouldn't know that.
"You do, Zeke. That's why you keep avoiding me. You'd rather go to parties than spend the night with me."
"What? I went to those parties because I didn't want to be alone when you were out working."
Casey's eyes widened before they softened. "And I took the late assignments because of the exact same reason."
They both went silent before bursting into laughter.
"We're both crazy, I guess." Casey wiped the tears Zeke hoped were from laughing and not from his anguish.
"No," Zeke said. "Just because neither of us wants to be alone."
"No one is alone tonight." Casey's voice dropped several octaves and he gazed at him through his long lashes.
Suddenly Zeke got hard. "What are you suggesting?" His voice choked when Casey cupped his face and switched his gaze to Zeke's lips.
"I love you."
Zeke didn't reciprocate but he hoped Casey would understand and appreciate his own way of saying the three words.
He reached out to the back of Casey's neck, brought him closer, and tasted his lips first before kissing him fully. Casey's hands that had been on Zeke's face went slack and fell listlessly to Zeke didn't know where. He was too busy kneading Casey's mouth with his own, gently coaxed it to open with his tongue, when Casey finally relented. He explored the warm cave with victory, only sometimes challenged by Casey's soft, tasty tongue. They were one, connected, not alone, but they still needed oxygen if they wanted to stay alive, and to Zeke's deep regret, he had to withdraw.
Heaving, Zeke grinned to Casey. "What'd you say, here or upstairs?"
Casey leapt off his seat and before Zeke said anything, Casey grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen's entrance and through the hall to the stairs up to their room.
***
They both were breathless when they reached the bedroom. Zeke kicked the door behind him and resumed kissing Casey as his hands roamed all over his body. Casey's breath hitched when Zeke palmed him through his jeans. Zeke smirked and ran his tongue along Casey's neck. Casey groaned as he threw his head back and let his eyes flutter shut.
"I want you," Zeke murmured. "Want to taste you, feel you, make you come so hard you’ll know nothing but my name."
Casey's cock jumped at the words and he withdrew enough to take off his shirt over his head and saw Zeke do the same. His mouth went dry. Zeke was still slender for a football player but compared to ten years ago, when he still played for Herrington High, he definitely had bunched up, especially his upper arms and chest. To Casey, Zeke was so massive he nearly fainted the first time he saw him when Zeke returned from an intensive, month long training with the Ohio Bobcats. He'd had a new pastime then, stroking those hard muscles and tweaking the dark pink nubs that were so tiny in comparison. Casey tingled just to think about them.
"Take off your pants and stop staring."
Casey jerked in surprise but immediately complied. He wriggled off his pants and boxers before he climbed on the bed, deliberately pointing his ass up in the air, yelping and giggling when Zeke swatted it.
"Tease." Zeke motioned to the head of the bed. "Move up and lie on your back. Put your hands above your head."
Casey immediately complied. Too bad their bed didn't have a railing. He wouldn't mind if Zeke tied his hands up. He was not into BDSM but the thought of being restrained made him shiver and made his cock harder, if it were possible.
Zeke spread Casey's legs and pushed them further up until he was almost folded in two and his cock pressed hard against his belly. He grunted as he imagined himself humping his own stomach. It would be humiliating, not to mention impossible, because Zeke clutched his thigh so tightly he was barely able to move.
Casey was so deep in his thoughts that he arched up and a guttural sound escaped from his throat when suddenly something-he belatedly realized was Zeke's finger-traced his tight hole. Casey almost pulled his hands down, but he remembered he was determined to surrender to Zeke completely. Still, he couldn't hold back a protest when the finger left him, only to gasp in giddiness when it returned, feeling cold, as Zeke slowly caressed and explored inside of him.
Casey's cock shook as it thrust against his own pecs and Casey drug out a moan. Zeke’s finger felt heavenly rubbing the inside of his hole until it nudged and grazed the hidden center of his pleasure, and Casey lost it. He jerked up hard and keened. His eyes shut tightly as he exploded all over his stomach. He didn’t know how long he was in that state. Casey finally came to while Zeke milked his remaining come, still pumping in and out of him. The fact he’d come without being touched-the friction against his own skin didn’t count-was not lost on him. Casey didn’t know he was supposed to be embarrassed or smug. He just stared at Zeke, feeling a bit lost and wanting more.
“Need…need you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
He thought Zeke would mock or laugh at him but his boyfriend simply withdrew a little and prepared himself. In the midst of his heightened desire, Casey hadn’t even realized Zeke had stripped off his jeans, too. Zeke looked at him with all the seriousness he’d always bring with him and gazed down at himself as he directed his cock into Casey’s willing cave. He was loose and wet, and he sighed as Zeke smoothed his way in.
Zeke was gentle at first, making sure he was comfortable as he slid in and out. "Are you okay?"
"S-sure. Please move f-faster." The last thing Casey wanted to do right then was come again when Zeke hadn’t come at all. He clutched the pillow under his head and fought the urge to touch himself.
"Faster? Like this?"
Zeke was always a man of action. He accelerated his pace and soon Casey found himself pressing up against the headboard for dear life to keep from hitting it over and over thanks to Zeke's vigorous pumping. The bedroom was filled with their moans and labored breaths, and Casey was very much aware that with the stuffy air and smells of sex, sweat and come, and he wouldn't be anywhere else.
Suddenly he sensed Zeke was close. Casey shuddered as his blood pooled in his nether region.
"Touch yourself, Casey."
He didn't have to be told twice. He stroked himself in rhythm with Zeke.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come."
Casey stroked faster and Zeke paced in similar succession. They wheezed and heaved, and Zeke threw his head back. He let out a silent cry-or was it Casey who couldn't hear among the loud ringing in his ears? Maybe it was the latter for the next thing he heard it-Zeke's roar as Casey felt him gushing and filling his channel. Zeke's breath came in staccato huffs as he milked the last drops of himself into Casey before pulling out of him. Zeke's softened cock slid out with a plop and he fell on his back next to Casey with a deep sigh. Slowly Casey straightened legs that had gone beyond numb since hours ago, but it was far from dampening his spirit. He folded his arms under his head and grinned before he turned to Zeke and nuzzled in Zeke's chest. He sniffed in Zeke's scent and feeling sated, he began to doze off.
***
Casey awoke with a start. He wondered if it was a dream, but he didn't remember any of it. A thudding sound like something hitting the floor seemed to come from the kitchen. He extracted himself from Zeke's arms and flinched as he remembered they hadn’t cleaned up after their rigorous love making.
Zeke was still fast asleep when Casey went to the bathroom. He didn't mean to shower, only rubbing himself clean with a wet towel. Casey grabbed a pair of clean sweats from the drawers and picked his jeans and shirt from the floor he'd absently discarded when Zeke told him to strip. The memory made him smile inside. He'd think twice about being ordered around but for Zeke he was willing to submit anytime.
Zeke was first and his only boyfriend, but Casey knew he wouldn't have anybody else. He'd made a huge, unforgivable mistake, but it wasn't the case with Zeke, who was willing to give him another chance, for them to give it another try.
Now what was he doing again? Oh, right. That sound. The kitchen.
The place was dark when he stepped into the doorway. Casey switched on the light and swept a gaze around. He saw nothing out of the ordinary nor anything changing places or lying on the floor. Casey huffed. There was no way it was only his dream. The sound had been loud enough to wake him up.
Okay, but what if there really was nothing? He couldn't wake Zeke up to talk about it. Annoyed but still curious, Casey decided to go back to bed.
He switched the light back off. Well at least, their apartment was safe. Imagine if he went around in the dark to find a robber in a house? Casey shuddered. He didn't want to think about it.
But then-his blood froze and he felt as if he was nailed to the spot. Another sound. No, a noise. It wasn't simply something falling on the floor. It was something different, like the clanking of forks against the dishes, chairs being dragged back and forth, some distinct murmurs, and-this made the hair at the back of his neck all stand up-the soft crying of a baby.
It was all coming from the direction of the sitting room where they had a TV set and a fireplace. Casey was sure they had turned off the television, if they had turned it on in the first place. They were just having dinner as far as he remembered, before they-ahem-went wild in throes of passion.
No, TV couldn't have been the reason. But what? Casey crept toward the room with all lights switched off like the rest of the apartment. But curiously, there was sliver of light Casey thought coming from the fireplace-which unmistakably was the case.
Casey breathed faster. There was fire burning though no more than an ember and Casey noticed … a tiny basket? … lying on the floor near the fireplace. Was that...? Casey's heart quickened. He grappled around as he treaded, grasped the back of an armchair, and yanked his hand back in an alarm as he felt clumps of hair, or so he thought. He glanced sideways.
"Zeke?" It was impossible because wasn't he in bed the last time he checked? But it was indeed him. He seemed to be fast asleep with his face turned away. Well, perhaps he snuck out of the bedroom when Casey was checking the kitchen though Casey couldn't fathom the reason why Zeke would do that. Yet, come to think of it, Casey wasn't sure now if Zeke had still been in bed when Casey left the bedroom. Now that he thought about it, he really hadn’t looked to see for himself that Zeke was still there. So there was a possibility his boyfriend had left the bedroom when he was in the bathroom.
:: Part 2 ::
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: R
Summary: Ten years they have been together. They have everything they want in their lives, or so they've thought. Lately it seems like something has been missing that they don't realize-until one night.
AN: My greatest thanks to addie71 for editing this. I owe you lots! ♥
"It's five o'clock, Connor. Don't you want to head home and run to the arms of that beloved husband of yours?"
Casey looked up from his screen and grinned. It had been years since he joined this newspaper and his colleagues learned about him and Zeke, still they loved teasing him about it.
"Just so you know, we don't hate you for that," one of them once told him. "No hate whatsoever. On the contrary, we all love you, and Zeke. Man, you two are so cute together. If anything, not a few of us are actually jealous of you."
Casey had spluttered then. "Jealous? What for? Dave, your wife is a model and your two little girls are like angels."
Dave, the co-worker, only smirked and shrugged. "You tell me. Every time I see you and Zeke, all I can think about is that I wouldn’t mind switching places with you."
Casey gaped. "Are you saying you're gay?"
"Nah." Dave dragged his word. "I can't see myself drooling over guys. I definitely still adore my wife. Yeah, it's hard to explain, really."
Casey shook his head and chuckled inwardly at the memory. This Dave guy just teased him again. Casey didn't think they left trails of PDA crumbs everywhere they went. He was rather averse to that himself and Zeke often thought he was too cool for that. But people seemed to see differently from what Casey and Zeke thought, and now Casey wondered if they really should cut down the nuzzling and hugging and kissing in public places down to zero.
But this thing about going home at five, for a photographer working at newspaper? "No can do," said Casey. "I'm going with Raul to a gymnastics state championship."
"Gymnastics, huh." Dave sneered. "Male gymnasts? Are you sure Zeke's okay with that?"
Casey blushed. An image of those tight pants that left nothing to your imagination invaded his mind and Casey realized he hadn't said anything about the night's job to Zeke.
"With what? It's only a job. I went to countless events without having to specify them to Zeke. Music concerts, award ceremonies." Casey half wondered if the one he was trying to convince was himself.
"Right. But none of the people there were dressed in Lycra leggings. They might well be naked."
His imagination returned full force, made worse this time by a picture of the outline of a ridge of a cock seen through the pasted-like-a-second-skin material. He shouldn't have such a thought. He really shouldn't. Casey secretly pressed his crotch with the heel of his hand. Such a traitor. He didn't need a hard-on now.
"Are you sure you're not gay? You seem to pay as much attention to another man's cock as I do." His feeble attempt to change the subject fell flat as Dave snorted and stalked out of the room, shaking his head all the way. Casey swept his gaze around the rooms. Several heads that had come up from the cubicles ducked down in record time. "Damn it," Casey cursed, and fished for his cell.
"Raul? What time will you be ready?"
***
The mix of lettuce, onion, tomatoes, red pepper, shredded zucchini, and a dollop of mayonnaise, olive oil, and lime had seemed to become Casey's entire world. He scrutinized it, stirred it again and again in his bowl, before he spooned and brought a forkful to his mouth. Then he'd go back watching his salad closely instead of looking up.
Zeke wondered when his turn came to be scrutinized by him. He sighed and tossed his napkin to the table. Even then Casey didn't look up.
"Casey, please. What did I do wrong?"
Casey's head bent down so deeply Zeke could see the back of his neck. When he heard a keening voice, he wouldn't have guessed it had come from Casey if not for seeing himself how upset Casey looked.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong? What did you say?"
From the strings of words Casey uttered next in the speed of light, Zeke only caught Raul, gymnastics, photos, and tights.
"Wait, what?" He blinked.
"Nothing," Casey spluttered. "Nothing happened, really. I only took pictures. And if those pictures happen to portray slender but muscular guys in tights and sleeveless sports shirts, I didn't-I didn't pay attention at all to their hard chests or the prominent bulge on their crotches."
Huh? And that was not paying attention? Zeke belatedly realized how his own chest went up and down as his breath labored.
"So, there was this gymnastics championship..." He inhaled, sucking in oxygen to his deprived brain to calm himself.
"That's right."
"And you and Raul went to cover it."
Casey nodded and kept his head down.
"They were all male. Male gymnasts," Zeke continued.
"Yeah." Casey's breath quickened. "I'm sorry if I sounded like a pervert but I swear I didn't see anything. I mean, of course I saw, but I didn't look on purpose or stare or-"
"Casey, hey." Zeke reached out and bodily shook him. "It's okay. Relax, all right?"
"Dave at the office kept hinting that I was a cheat. I'm not, Zeke. I promise you. God, I wish I didn't have to go to events like that anymore. I ruined everything because of that. It was all my mistake..."
"Stop it. Now."
"But..."
"Casey, shut up. Don't make me slap you."
Casey clamped his mouth shut. His eyes widened at him as Zeke held him in a tight grip. Casey's body vibrated under the tips of Zeke's fingers. Zeke didn't say anything until Casey returned to his normal self.
"Are you okay now?"
Casey nodded.
"Take a deep breath," Zeke instructed him and thank God Casey complied.
For the next ten minutes, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Zeke refused to say anything for fear of sending Casey into a frenzy again though his mind did a somersault at the thought of that time again.
Zeke grasped Casey's hand. "I didn't know-you're still thinking of that accident. Why?"
"I can't imagine someone can just forget and move on. I mean, don't you?" Casey pinned him down with his most lethal weapon, the bluest eyes Zeke had ever seen.
"I, uh." He stammered mostly thanks to that steely gaze and not because of the question, but Casey wouldn't know that.
"You do, Zeke. That's why you keep avoiding me. You'd rather go to parties than spend the night with me."
"What? I went to those parties because I didn't want to be alone when you were out working."
Casey's eyes widened before they softened. "And I took the late assignments because of the exact same reason."
They both went silent before bursting into laughter.
"We're both crazy, I guess." Casey wiped the tears Zeke hoped were from laughing and not from his anguish.
"No," Zeke said. "Just because neither of us wants to be alone."
"No one is alone tonight." Casey's voice dropped several octaves and he gazed at him through his long lashes.
Suddenly Zeke got hard. "What are you suggesting?" His voice choked when Casey cupped his face and switched his gaze to Zeke's lips.
"I love you."
Zeke didn't reciprocate but he hoped Casey would understand and appreciate his own way of saying the three words.
He reached out to the back of Casey's neck, brought him closer, and tasted his lips first before kissing him fully. Casey's hands that had been on Zeke's face went slack and fell listlessly to Zeke didn't know where. He was too busy kneading Casey's mouth with his own, gently coaxed it to open with his tongue, when Casey finally relented. He explored the warm cave with victory, only sometimes challenged by Casey's soft, tasty tongue. They were one, connected, not alone, but they still needed oxygen if they wanted to stay alive, and to Zeke's deep regret, he had to withdraw.
Heaving, Zeke grinned to Casey. "What'd you say, here or upstairs?"
Casey leapt off his seat and before Zeke said anything, Casey grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen's entrance and through the hall to the stairs up to their room.
***
They both were breathless when they reached the bedroom. Zeke kicked the door behind him and resumed kissing Casey as his hands roamed all over his body. Casey's breath hitched when Zeke palmed him through his jeans. Zeke smirked and ran his tongue along Casey's neck. Casey groaned as he threw his head back and let his eyes flutter shut.
"I want you," Zeke murmured. "Want to taste you, feel you, make you come so hard you’ll know nothing but my name."
Casey's cock jumped at the words and he withdrew enough to take off his shirt over his head and saw Zeke do the same. His mouth went dry. Zeke was still slender for a football player but compared to ten years ago, when he still played for Herrington High, he definitely had bunched up, especially his upper arms and chest. To Casey, Zeke was so massive he nearly fainted the first time he saw him when Zeke returned from an intensive, month long training with the Ohio Bobcats. He'd had a new pastime then, stroking those hard muscles and tweaking the dark pink nubs that were so tiny in comparison. Casey tingled just to think about them.
"Take off your pants and stop staring."
Casey jerked in surprise but immediately complied. He wriggled off his pants and boxers before he climbed on the bed, deliberately pointing his ass up in the air, yelping and giggling when Zeke swatted it.
"Tease." Zeke motioned to the head of the bed. "Move up and lie on your back. Put your hands above your head."
Casey immediately complied. Too bad their bed didn't have a railing. He wouldn't mind if Zeke tied his hands up. He was not into BDSM but the thought of being restrained made him shiver and made his cock harder, if it were possible.
Zeke spread Casey's legs and pushed them further up until he was almost folded in two and his cock pressed hard against his belly. He grunted as he imagined himself humping his own stomach. It would be humiliating, not to mention impossible, because Zeke clutched his thigh so tightly he was barely able to move.
Casey was so deep in his thoughts that he arched up and a guttural sound escaped from his throat when suddenly something-he belatedly realized was Zeke's finger-traced his tight hole. Casey almost pulled his hands down, but he remembered he was determined to surrender to Zeke completely. Still, he couldn't hold back a protest when the finger left him, only to gasp in giddiness when it returned, feeling cold, as Zeke slowly caressed and explored inside of him.
Casey's cock shook as it thrust against his own pecs and Casey drug out a moan. Zeke’s finger felt heavenly rubbing the inside of his hole until it nudged and grazed the hidden center of his pleasure, and Casey lost it. He jerked up hard and keened. His eyes shut tightly as he exploded all over his stomach. He didn’t know how long he was in that state. Casey finally came to while Zeke milked his remaining come, still pumping in and out of him. The fact he’d come without being touched-the friction against his own skin didn’t count-was not lost on him. Casey didn’t know he was supposed to be embarrassed or smug. He just stared at Zeke, feeling a bit lost and wanting more.
“Need…need you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
He thought Zeke would mock or laugh at him but his boyfriend simply withdrew a little and prepared himself. In the midst of his heightened desire, Casey hadn’t even realized Zeke had stripped off his jeans, too. Zeke looked at him with all the seriousness he’d always bring with him and gazed down at himself as he directed his cock into Casey’s willing cave. He was loose and wet, and he sighed as Zeke smoothed his way in.
Zeke was gentle at first, making sure he was comfortable as he slid in and out. "Are you okay?"
"S-sure. Please move f-faster." The last thing Casey wanted to do right then was come again when Zeke hadn’t come at all. He clutched the pillow under his head and fought the urge to touch himself.
"Faster? Like this?"
Zeke was always a man of action. He accelerated his pace and soon Casey found himself pressing up against the headboard for dear life to keep from hitting it over and over thanks to Zeke's vigorous pumping. The bedroom was filled with their moans and labored breaths, and Casey was very much aware that with the stuffy air and smells of sex, sweat and come, and he wouldn't be anywhere else.
Suddenly he sensed Zeke was close. Casey shuddered as his blood pooled in his nether region.
"Touch yourself, Casey."
He didn't have to be told twice. He stroked himself in rhythm with Zeke.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come."
Casey stroked faster and Zeke paced in similar succession. They wheezed and heaved, and Zeke threw his head back. He let out a silent cry-or was it Casey who couldn't hear among the loud ringing in his ears? Maybe it was the latter for the next thing he heard it-Zeke's roar as Casey felt him gushing and filling his channel. Zeke's breath came in staccato huffs as he milked the last drops of himself into Casey before pulling out of him. Zeke's softened cock slid out with a plop and he fell on his back next to Casey with a deep sigh. Slowly Casey straightened legs that had gone beyond numb since hours ago, but it was far from dampening his spirit. He folded his arms under his head and grinned before he turned to Zeke and nuzzled in Zeke's chest. He sniffed in Zeke's scent and feeling sated, he began to doze off.
***
Casey awoke with a start. He wondered if it was a dream, but he didn't remember any of it. A thudding sound like something hitting the floor seemed to come from the kitchen. He extracted himself from Zeke's arms and flinched as he remembered they hadn’t cleaned up after their rigorous love making.
Zeke was still fast asleep when Casey went to the bathroom. He didn't mean to shower, only rubbing himself clean with a wet towel. Casey grabbed a pair of clean sweats from the drawers and picked his jeans and shirt from the floor he'd absently discarded when Zeke told him to strip. The memory made him smile inside. He'd think twice about being ordered around but for Zeke he was willing to submit anytime.
Zeke was first and his only boyfriend, but Casey knew he wouldn't have anybody else. He'd made a huge, unforgivable mistake, but it wasn't the case with Zeke, who was willing to give him another chance, for them to give it another try.
Now what was he doing again? Oh, right. That sound. The kitchen.
The place was dark when he stepped into the doorway. Casey switched on the light and swept a gaze around. He saw nothing out of the ordinary nor anything changing places or lying on the floor. Casey huffed. There was no way it was only his dream. The sound had been loud enough to wake him up.
Okay, but what if there really was nothing? He couldn't wake Zeke up to talk about it. Annoyed but still curious, Casey decided to go back to bed.
He switched the light back off. Well at least, their apartment was safe. Imagine if he went around in the dark to find a robber in a house? Casey shuddered. He didn't want to think about it.
But then-his blood froze and he felt as if he was nailed to the spot. Another sound. No, a noise. It wasn't simply something falling on the floor. It was something different, like the clanking of forks against the dishes, chairs being dragged back and forth, some distinct murmurs, and-this made the hair at the back of his neck all stand up-the soft crying of a baby.
It was all coming from the direction of the sitting room where they had a TV set and a fireplace. Casey was sure they had turned off the television, if they had turned it on in the first place. They were just having dinner as far as he remembered, before they-ahem-went wild in throes of passion.
No, TV couldn't have been the reason. But what? Casey crept toward the room with all lights switched off like the rest of the apartment. But curiously, there was sliver of light Casey thought coming from the fireplace-which unmistakably was the case.
Casey breathed faster. There was fire burning though no more than an ember and Casey noticed … a tiny basket? … lying on the floor near the fireplace. Was that...? Casey's heart quickened. He grappled around as he treaded, grasped the back of an armchair, and yanked his hand back in an alarm as he felt clumps of hair, or so he thought. He glanced sideways.
"Zeke?" It was impossible because wasn't he in bed the last time he checked? But it was indeed him. He seemed to be fast asleep with his face turned away. Well, perhaps he snuck out of the bedroom when Casey was checking the kitchen though Casey couldn't fathom the reason why Zeke would do that. Yet, come to think of it, Casey wasn't sure now if Zeke had still been in bed when Casey left the bedroom. Now that he thought about it, he really hadn’t looked to see for himself that Zeke was still there. So there was a possibility his boyfriend had left the bedroom when he was in the bathroom.
:: Part 2 ::