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Title: Just Standing (Act Three, Part Three)
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: I see you shiver, with antici..........(NC-17)
Synopsis:...........pation.
Author's Note: I'd watched 'Police Squad' with my husband the other day. I love Leslie Nielsen. He's IN this!!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but my smutty mind.
X-postied to being_chased and honeyandvinegar
He’d slept in a bit, making the morning come slow and easy. Snow flurries dashed over Casey’s window, rousing him gently. He lay there awhile, taking in the cloudy glow outside. Nothing huge, thank God.
After a big yawn and a languid stretch, Casey stepped out of bed. He felt a little grubby, feeling his jeans cling to him uncomfortably. He craved to stay in sleep-mode, so he went to one of the boxes he’d packed full of clothes. A pair of pajama pants lie on top, making him sigh. They’d do.
He changed then left the bedroom, hungry as a horse. His dinner of potato chips and slices of cheese the night before had done nothing for him. As he pondered breakfast choices, he heard a wince coming from Zeke’s room. Mornings could be hard for him, especially if it was cold out. Casey sighed, finally settling on his breakfast fare.
*****
“What… what’s that?”
“Mac & Cheese,” Casey replied, carrying two bowls into Zeke’s room on a tray; glasses of orange juice accompanied them, along with buttered bread. Zeke grinned, shaking his head.
“Breakfast in bed. You’re fucking thoughtful,”
“Did you take your pain meds?” Casey asked, unfolding the metal bars to hold it up over Zeke’s lap.
“Yes, Mom,” he sighed out. Casey smiled.
“Good,” Casey said. He sat on the end of the bed again, leaning on the backboard. The steam from his bowl wafted to his face as he began eating. He noticed Zeke inspecting his own bowl. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You um… used some extra butter, right?”
“Yeees, Zeke,” Casey drawled out. “I never forget your palette in the finer arts of making Mac & Cheese,”
“Hey, I’m creative,”
“Breakfast, Jesus,”
“Hey now, YOU’RE eating it too,”
“Well…”
Zeke smiled, grabbing the TV remote and increasing its volume. He flipped around a few moments, chewing his breakfast. He finally stopped, laughing. “Oh yea,”
“What?” Casey asked, looking at the TV. “What’s this?”
“’Police Squad’. You’ve seen it,”
“You assume too much,” Casey said through a mouthful. Zeke’s eyes widened.
“You haven’t ever seen this??”
“No.”
“Sit back. Watch and learn,”
Casey smiled, turning his head to watch. “Oh, that’s Leslie Nielsen,” he muttered.
“You bet. The fucker cracks me up,” Zeke said. “Ooh, a gunfight,”
The scene played out a moment, Leslie and another actress having a dramatic shootout. They both started laughing hysterically when the camera panned out, showing the two of them about a yard apart from each other. Casey had to cease his eating, fearing that he’d choke. “Holy GOD,” he said, putting his hand to his mouth as he laughed.
“Told you,”
They watched on; to Zeke’s excitement, it was revealed that the channel was having a ‘Leslie Nielsen’ Day. “Aw YES!” he cheered. Looking to Casey he flashed a bright, toothy grin. “I say we stay in. I don’t feel like moving outta this bed anyways,” Casey groaned but smiled.
“All right,”
*****
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,”
Zeke laughed along with Casey, looking over at him. “Told you,”
Casey couldn’t respond at the moment; he was too busy hunching over and laughing so hard his stomach was ready to split. “The train… oh my God…”
“Funny… as fuck,” Zeke chuckled out. ‘Ryan Harrison’ was now running through the woods, a train chasing him down. It made absolutely no sense; Casey had to lay back, puffs of insistent laughter hitting his chest like small fists.
“Aww man…” he breathed out; the station went to a commercial break as Casey sat up. “Fuck, what time is it?”
Zeke looked to his alarm clock. “6:30,”
“Jesus. We’re fucking lazy,” Casey said, putting a leg up on his knee and reaching into the bag of chips between he and Zeke.
“It’s good every now and again.”
“Ya,” Casey mumbled past his crunching. The phone rang suddenly, Zeke bending up with difficulty. Grabbing it he fumbled to bring it to his ear, grumbling.
“Hello?” he said. “Oh, yea… Casey,”
“Hmm?”
“It’s your Dad,”
“Oh,” Casey said, frowning. He really hadn’t spoken to him or his mother in about two weeks. He took the phone to his ear and cleared his throat. “Hi, Dad,”
“Hi son… your mom asked me to call you. Easter’s this weekend and we hope that you’re coming,”
“Oh yea- I guess so,” Casey replied, picking at a loose thread from the blanket. He glanced over to Zeke, who sat tipping the bag of chips to his mouth, not wasting a crumb. “Um… I wanna bring Zeke,”
His father sighed audibly. “Casey…”
“No. It’s Zeke comes with or nothing,”
“What’s going on?” Zeke hissed, frowning.
“Look…” his father groaned out. A pause followed, Casey rolling his eyes.
“I’m not leaving him here, laid up and alone. Have a Goddamned heart, Dad,”
“Casey, watch your mouth there.”
“Well??” Casey said, holding up a finger to Zeke who pulled at his t-shirt, wanting his attention.
“Is he coming?” Casey heard his mother ask in the background.
“He wants Zeke over too,”
“Oh… that’s fine,”
Casey smiled devilishly; his Dad simply could NOT say no now. “The store’s closed that day, so I don’t hafta ask for it off,” Casey said.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Pretty good. I get a decent paycheck… I’ve saved a bit here and there, got a good nest egg,”
“Good,” his father said brightly. “I’m glad you’re working hard,”
“I am,” Casey said with a smile. His dad sighed with ease.
“Okay; you and Zeke show up about one, that’s when Mom is going to set things up,”
“We’ll come earlier to help,”
“If you want; she’d probably appreciate it,”
“Okay… bye Dad,”
“Love you son,”
“Love you too,” Casey replied; he handed Zeke the phone, who hung it up then laid back down.
“What have you gotten me into now?”
“Easter dinner,”
Zeke chuckled, shaking his head. “Casey, God- you didn’t hafta do that,”
“I’m not leaving you here by yourself,” Casey replied, frowning.
“I’ve been ‘by myself’ for years now-“
“And it’s fucking wrong,” Casey interrupted. He gave Zeke a stony, hard look, one that said VERY clearly ‘you have no fucking choice’. Zeke read it well as he smiled.
“Fine, fine,”
“Good,” Casey said, leaning back as the commercials ended and the movie resumed.
*****
How he’d fallen asleep with the TV on, he didn’t know. Oh fuck.
He didn’t have a TV in his room.
Casey’s eyes opened in one small ‘pop’, head turning to look at the other side of the bed. Before it’d been fine for he and Zeke to share sleeping quarters, but not now. Not now, not anymore. He sighed sadly and went to sit up. His feet had just touched the floor when he heard Zeke shift.
“Leavin’?”
“Yea,” Casey replied.
“Don’t haaa… hafta,” Zeke drawled out past a yawn.
“Yea… I do,”
“Whatever… your choice.” Zeke grumbled, turning back around. Casey closed his eyes as he stood, now walking towards the door. He paused a moment, feeling a dreadful sadness in his chest.
“Zeke…”
“Mmm?”
“Can you just… understand- that it’s hard for me? So fucking hard for me?”
He waited a moment for Zeke to respond. Finally, Zeke sighed. “Yea. But the bed gets cold,”
Casey’s eyelashes fluttered. He wanted to so badly, so, so badly, just as before. It had been torturous for him even then, but Zeke hadn’t known that. He wondered however…
Even though she’d been a horrible beast, Gilda was a warm bodied one, giving Zeke the comfort of not facing nights alone. She’d provided noises, more signs that he had someone there with him. Casey turned back around slowly, feeling empty. “Okay.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll just… sleep here.”
“Thanks.” Zeke replied drowsily. Casey nodded fast; yea, he could do this. He could be a loving friend to Zeke, no qualms about it. He’d HAVE to be; Delilah had been right in her stating that his and Zeke’s friendship was important, and Zeke would see it that way no matter what. Casey pushed aside the tension, allowing him to crawl atop the bed again. Before he had the chance to lie down fully, Zeke tugged the blankets underneath him.
“Christ, Casey. Just get the fuck under here,”
Casey swallowed; why the hell wasn’t he just leaving? He couldn’t do this, could he? He didn’t seem to have a choice now however; the blankets jerked out from under his body and were thrown over him. “There,” Zeke grumbled, turning onto his back and putting an arm over his head. “Sleep, damn it,”
Casey held back the shudders he felt in his limbs, not wanting to make a spectacle of himself. He was taken back to the drunken night spent in Zeke’s arms; it both comforted and tortured him, all at the same time. He tried finding a rhythm listening to Zeke’s slow, deep breathing, matching it.
*****
“Shh…”
“Zeke, they’ll catch us…”
“They’re gonna take their time. Scoot over past the yams,”
“Zeke, if they find us like this-“
“Mmm…”
“Oh… oh God,”
A large dollop of creamy mashed potatoes was dropped onto Casey’s chest; he watched with both anxiety and wonder as Zeke began licking it off, long and languid strokes over skin and vegetable. “Don’t… don’t stop,” Casey pleaded. Zeke pushed him back further on his parents’ dinner table, pressing his groin into Casey’s hard. Casey hissed, feeling something sticky on his back. He brought his fingers to it and looked at the applesauce upon them.
“Casey, get OUT of the rolls!”
As if this were completely normal, his father sat behind them, trying to pull the basket of bread out from under Casey’s head.
“The… hell…” Casey mumbled in his sleep, crinkling his eyebrows. Slightly lucid, he sighed. What kind of ridiculous dream was THAT? He tried forgetting it as he let the sleepiness return. One problem, however; maybe more than one.
His nostrils widened, smelling cigarette smoke. Zeke must have woken up, but… it had to be late. Casey’s eyes weren’t forced open by sunlight at all. The sense of smell roused him, letting other things register- like the brush of something touching his cheek.
Casey opened his eyes slowly and stayed shock still. Zeke lay next to him on his side, the hand holding his cigarette resting on his hip. He couldn’t see his face; in part of the darkness and the fact that it was so close he couldn’t make out much else. Now…everything registered as Zeke’s thumb ran along his lips. Casey swallowed, a panic rising in him, freezing him to the bed as if he’d been cemented there. “What…”
“Shh,”
“Zeke, what are you… what…”
“I said,” Zeke whispered, the air in his words shaking. “Shh,”
Casey’s breath went from shallow to panting in the moment Zeke bent his head forward. “No… no, stop it,”
“Casey, just let me-“
“Don’t fuck around with me. Don’t you dare fuck around with me, Tyler. I swear. I swear it.” Casey stammered out, feeling tears in his eyes. Zeke sighed out, long and low.
“Show me.” Zeke breathed out. His cigarette rose to his lips, illuminating his face and crackling at the tip. Casey felt dizzy.
“Show what?”
“I wanna see… what it’s like.”
Casey knew what he meant; no more sleepiness dwelled in him, his heart thrumming in his chest. “Zeke… I don’t… fucking experiment…”
“I think I’ll like it, Casey,” Zeke said, bringing his free hand back to Casey’s face. He bent back and stamped his cigarette out in the ashtray lying on the table; Casey watched, unable to move. He lay back down, pulling the covers to tuck by his shoulder. “C’mere,”
Casey’s eyes traveled to the hand Zeke used to move the covers up, extending the invitation to let Casey come closer. He didn’t want to be wary. “What… do you want?”
“Just… y’now, let me hold you,”
Oh God… Casey’s eyes filled, his hand going to his mouth. “Zeke…” he whimpered, voice high pitched and tense. Zeke’s brow furrowed as he reached over to take one of Casey’s shoulders.
“C’mon.” Zeke whispered, pulling Casey to him. Shuddering breath wracked Casey’s chest, almost curling away from Zeke the moment their bare chests met. The hand placing itself on Casey’s back prevented this, its gentle press making Casey lie still.
Any moment now, Casey was going to hear Zeke chuckling and he’d be patted on the head. Zeke would give him a little friendly jab to the chin and say “Gotcha!” Casey already felt a swell of sadness in his throat as Zeke moved a hand to his… hip.
“Ain’t so bad,” Zeke murmured, moving his chin low and nuzzling the top of Casey’s head. Casey’s eyes crossed, Zeke’s fingers uncurling and dusting his fingertips along the oversensitive skin. Breath hissed above him, Zeke taking greedy inhalations into Casey’s hair.
“I’m fucking dreaming.” Casey uttered, cracking on every word. He felt Zeke’s head above his own, shaking back and forth slowly.
“You’re not dreaming, Casey,”
“I am…”
“Touch back.”
“Don’t… don’t fuck around… stop…”
“Show me how you kiss,” Zeke said; Casey looked to him now, his gaze unwavering except for the shaky feel of his corneas. Zeke’s voice hadn’t sounded remotely cocky or taunting; it sounded more… desperate.
“Zeke… if I fucking kiss you…” Casey said, trying to make his voice stern and concise. He closed his eyes tight. “I’ve loved you too fucking long for you to fuck with me… please…”
Zeke sighed deeply; he took both hands now and put them on either side of Casey’s face. He lowered his eyes level to Casey’s and blinked a few times before speaking. “I want to know how you feel.”
Casey’s head spun so fast, twisting his mind… oh God, good God…
“Please?”
Casey opened his eyes, lips parting. Looking at Zeke he realized… fuck, he’d never seen Zeke with even just a trace of vulnerability… his expression breathed over Casey in gentle waves, the sight of Zeke’s searching eyes drifting past every single ounce of insecurity. All this; Casey moved over the small space between their lips and placed them together… softly, slowly, barely moving. Zeke’s hands moved from Casey’s face to the back of his neck, pushing them closer.
That’s all Casey needed. Acceptance, allowance, every fucking thing he’d ever wanted. “God…” he muttered in the tiny moment their lips parted, only to stop from speaking as he moved in again, kissing Zeke harder, lips opening- Zeke’s opened and for a moment or two their mouths drifted over each other, hot breath rolling over each other’s faces as their lips would curl, twist, touch so lightly.
“Yea…” Zeke moaned out, swallowing before he reached for Casey and took him for himself. He gave forceful kisses, pushing Casey’s head back to crane his neck; a gust of breath escaped Casey as Zeke pulled away. He moved onto his back, taking Casey with him. “Yea,” he said again, running a finger over Casey’s collarbone. Casey didn’t fully understand this yet; Zeke was unattainable, he liked girls- not gangly boys, just as Gabe had taunted Casey with. But hands couldn’t lie, not with the way they were running over Casey’s shoulders like that. Not with the way his head bent upwards to taste Casey’s skin like that…
“Oh…” Casey sighed out, light trails of kisses traveling over flesh, his flesh, no one else’s. A flicker of thought dashed through Casey’s mind, almost too fast to hear it, understand it…
I’m his he’s mine
“GOD…” Casey gasped, Zeke’s hot tongue reaching a pert nipple. Without thought or doubt he put his hands to the back of Zeke’s neck, pushing him along. His arousal climbed, feeling himself growing hard between his legs as he brought himself over Zeke now to straddle him, have him, claim him, grab his lips away from his chest and begin kissing it so hard and fast. Zeke’s hands dropped, fingers clutching onto the waist of Casey’s pants.
No more thought, or reasoning, or anything, just the skin that tasted sweet, so, so sweet below him, mouthing it, opening it to his will and sliding inside. He paused a moment, his entire body shuddering as Zeke lowered Casey’s clothing downwards, the blankets covering them brushing along his backside, so cool, so warm, so there, perfect.
He stopped the onslaught of kisses to bury his face into Zeke’s shoulder as Zeke explored… “You’re nice,” Zeke choked out, his hands slipping over Casey’s ass in slow, soft slides. Casey’s mouth opened wider.
“Nice enough?”
Zeke nodded slightly. “Nice enough.” He said; Casey could feel Zeke’s small smile form next to his cheek. He liked this. He swallowed hard as Zeke’s hands traveled to his hips, pulling the elastic further down in front. Now Zeke halted, his breath fast.
“You don’t have to-“
“I’ve never… Casey, can I touch it?”
Casey’s back arched then settled back down, a soft moan escaping his lips. He hoped Zeke would read that enough and he did-
“Ah…” Casey hissed as Zeke’s fingers dipped down into the low-risen waist and to the very tip of Casey’s awaiting cock. Zeke shuddered, pausing a moment as if considering. “You… you don’t have to…”
Zeke now gripped Casey in full, making Casey jolt upwards. His hands clasped Zeke’s shoulders, looking down on him. They said nothing as Zeke looked down further, finding his hand… “Christ…” he hissed out. “It’s so… so different, so fucking different…”
“Ungh…” Casey choked out, putting his head back and letting himself ride the pleasurable tide of touch.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Casey stopped; he looked back down on Zeke, just in time to catch Zeke’s hand rising up to his chin. “Z-Zeke…” he started; Zeke stayed silent but his eyes blinked, as if waiting. “Why… what, why- when did you…”
He couldn’t quite speak; Zeke seemed to get it anyways. He looked up at the ceiling, his expression lost and questioning. “Remember… the trampoline…”
Oh fucking God.
Casey’s mind cleared completely; he now dove underneath the covers, without asking, without prompting, without ANYTHING but the desire to push Zeke’s boxers down and bring his solid shaft to his mouth.
“Fuck… fuck…” Zeke groaned out. Casey held one of Zeke’s hips to keep Zeke from choking him completely; the smooth, velvety flesh past his lips, everything EVERYTHING Casey imagined, all his guesses and thoughts come to life as he sucked Zeke down, hard. He lifted his eyes and almost gasped, seeing Zeke staring down on him. The animalistic lust-haze in the cinnamon brown of his eyes, flashing in the low light coming into the room made Casey push his hand to his own cock, gripping it in a solid hold and moving into his palm, moaning as he worked upon Zeke’s. He watched Zeke’s elbows push his chest up, his head loll back as he moaned, every oh he made making Casey’s hand move faster, his lips suck back deeper. “Casey? Tell me… tell me your touching yourself. I can feel you touching yourself,”
Casey’s eyes fluttered closed and rolled back as he pressed his stroking hand close to the inside of Zeke’s bare leg. The other one, cast-clad and stiff was good to rest his hip upon as he rubbed the tip of his cock along Zeke. Zeke hissed, knowing, cock jerking in Casey’s mouth. The small, salty-sweet taste of pre-come made Casey swoon, almost losing balance. His knees ground into the bed further, trying to keep control over the uncontrollable. Zeke began panting, thrusting up gently but with held-back force, grunting and moaning until his entire body shook underneath Casey.
As if Zeke carried ambrosia-elixir in his loins, Casey relished, tasted, devoured Zeke’s come in greedy swallows, moaning as Zeke cried out loudly. “F-F-FUCK…” Zeke stammered out, falling onto his back and writhing. Casey felt him empty and switched from sucking back to long, hard laps at Zeke’s softening cock. He let it leave his mouth, brushing over his lips as he kissed it lightly. Zeke looked towards him, still huffing heavily. “God, Case. God.”
Casey rested his head upon Zeke’s thigh, kissing it lightly. Zeke put a hand to his cheek, running his fingers over it gently. “I can’t… I dunno, but I can… I can try, if you want me to,”
Casey stared up at Zeke, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. He knew what Zeke was saying, and like hell if he was going to do it. He’s a virgin, Casey’s brain whispered. He’s a fucking virgin, to me.
He now sat up, knees parted and resting on either side of Zeke’s legs. He resumed the heavy-handed strokes between his legs, staring up at Zeke’s face. “Just… watch,” he stammered out, closing his eyes and biting his lip. Shaking hands found Casey’s hips, holding them as Casey bucked slowly, slowly at first. One of Zeke’s hands made it’s way to Casey’s chest, fingers now plucking a nipple. “God…” Casey moaned, holding that hand with his free one. Zeke kept rubbing, running his hand in circles over Casey’s smooth front. Casey followed him, holding him at the fingers and stroking, stroking, stroking, everything he ever fucking wanted, right here and now…
“Ungh…uh…” Casey gasped, his grasp becoming slipperier. It all happened so fast now; opening of the eyes, the look of awe Zeke wore, hands running smooth over everywhere, everywhere; he almost wanted to hold back and enjoy this more, take IN so much more, but his body gave him no choice. His hand gripped harder, went wilder, steaming gasps choking from Casey’s throat as he felt warm strings escape his cock and fall onto Zeke’s groin and belly. He didn’t know if this was every going to stop having never FELT anything like this before, watching slip-slides of come drip onto Zeke’s sides. The end arrived however, letting Casey’s body drape itself over Zeke’s bared leg. His sight was blurred as he raised his eyes to look at Zeke, panting warm breath at his leg. Zeke looked down on himself, glancing from Casey to the pool of wet collecting in his navel, some still creating rivers down his sides.
Casey watched, awestruck, as Zeke dipped his finger into the milky fluid, then dared bring it to his lips to suck upon. Casey’s eyes widened, the both of them staring at each other intensely. “I wanna fuck you next time.” Casey told him, words rambling out of his mouth, no thinking involved. Zeke smiled.
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: I see you shiver, with antici..........(NC-17)
Synopsis:...........pation.
Author's Note: I'd watched 'Police Squad' with my husband the other day. I love Leslie Nielsen. He's IN this!!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but my smutty mind.
X-postied to being_chased and honeyandvinegar
He’d slept in a bit, making the morning come slow and easy. Snow flurries dashed over Casey’s window, rousing him gently. He lay there awhile, taking in the cloudy glow outside. Nothing huge, thank God.
After a big yawn and a languid stretch, Casey stepped out of bed. He felt a little grubby, feeling his jeans cling to him uncomfortably. He craved to stay in sleep-mode, so he went to one of the boxes he’d packed full of clothes. A pair of pajama pants lie on top, making him sigh. They’d do.
He changed then left the bedroom, hungry as a horse. His dinner of potato chips and slices of cheese the night before had done nothing for him. As he pondered breakfast choices, he heard a wince coming from Zeke’s room. Mornings could be hard for him, especially if it was cold out. Casey sighed, finally settling on his breakfast fare.
*****
“What… what’s that?”
“Mac & Cheese,” Casey replied, carrying two bowls into Zeke’s room on a tray; glasses of orange juice accompanied them, along with buttered bread. Zeke grinned, shaking his head.
“Breakfast in bed. You’re fucking thoughtful,”
“Did you take your pain meds?” Casey asked, unfolding the metal bars to hold it up over Zeke’s lap.
“Yes, Mom,” he sighed out. Casey smiled.
“Good,” Casey said. He sat on the end of the bed again, leaning on the backboard. The steam from his bowl wafted to his face as he began eating. He noticed Zeke inspecting his own bowl. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You um… used some extra butter, right?”
“Yeees, Zeke,” Casey drawled out. “I never forget your palette in the finer arts of making Mac & Cheese,”
“Hey, I’m creative,”
“Breakfast, Jesus,”
“Hey now, YOU’RE eating it too,”
“Well…”
Zeke smiled, grabbing the TV remote and increasing its volume. He flipped around a few moments, chewing his breakfast. He finally stopped, laughing. “Oh yea,”
“What?” Casey asked, looking at the TV. “What’s this?”
“’Police Squad’. You’ve seen it,”
“You assume too much,” Casey said through a mouthful. Zeke’s eyes widened.
“You haven’t ever seen this??”
“No.”
“Sit back. Watch and learn,”
Casey smiled, turning his head to watch. “Oh, that’s Leslie Nielsen,” he muttered.
“You bet. The fucker cracks me up,” Zeke said. “Ooh, a gunfight,”
The scene played out a moment, Leslie and another actress having a dramatic shootout. They both started laughing hysterically when the camera panned out, showing the two of them about a yard apart from each other. Casey had to cease his eating, fearing that he’d choke. “Holy GOD,” he said, putting his hand to his mouth as he laughed.
“Told you,”
They watched on; to Zeke’s excitement, it was revealed that the channel was having a ‘Leslie Nielsen’ Day. “Aw YES!” he cheered. Looking to Casey he flashed a bright, toothy grin. “I say we stay in. I don’t feel like moving outta this bed anyways,” Casey groaned but smiled.
“All right,”
*****
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,”
Zeke laughed along with Casey, looking over at him. “Told you,”
Casey couldn’t respond at the moment; he was too busy hunching over and laughing so hard his stomach was ready to split. “The train… oh my God…”
“Funny… as fuck,” Zeke chuckled out. ‘Ryan Harrison’ was now running through the woods, a train chasing him down. It made absolutely no sense; Casey had to lay back, puffs of insistent laughter hitting his chest like small fists.
“Aww man…” he breathed out; the station went to a commercial break as Casey sat up. “Fuck, what time is it?”
Zeke looked to his alarm clock. “6:30,”
“Jesus. We’re fucking lazy,” Casey said, putting a leg up on his knee and reaching into the bag of chips between he and Zeke.
“It’s good every now and again.”
“Ya,” Casey mumbled past his crunching. The phone rang suddenly, Zeke bending up with difficulty. Grabbing it he fumbled to bring it to his ear, grumbling.
“Hello?” he said. “Oh, yea… Casey,”
“Hmm?”
“It’s your Dad,”
“Oh,” Casey said, frowning. He really hadn’t spoken to him or his mother in about two weeks. He took the phone to his ear and cleared his throat. “Hi, Dad,”
“Hi son… your mom asked me to call you. Easter’s this weekend and we hope that you’re coming,”
“Oh yea- I guess so,” Casey replied, picking at a loose thread from the blanket. He glanced over to Zeke, who sat tipping the bag of chips to his mouth, not wasting a crumb. “Um… I wanna bring Zeke,”
His father sighed audibly. “Casey…”
“No. It’s Zeke comes with or nothing,”
“What’s going on?” Zeke hissed, frowning.
“Look…” his father groaned out. A pause followed, Casey rolling his eyes.
“I’m not leaving him here, laid up and alone. Have a Goddamned heart, Dad,”
“Casey, watch your mouth there.”
“Well??” Casey said, holding up a finger to Zeke who pulled at his t-shirt, wanting his attention.
“Is he coming?” Casey heard his mother ask in the background.
“He wants Zeke over too,”
“Oh… that’s fine,”
Casey smiled devilishly; his Dad simply could NOT say no now. “The store’s closed that day, so I don’t hafta ask for it off,” Casey said.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Pretty good. I get a decent paycheck… I’ve saved a bit here and there, got a good nest egg,”
“Good,” his father said brightly. “I’m glad you’re working hard,”
“I am,” Casey said with a smile. His dad sighed with ease.
“Okay; you and Zeke show up about one, that’s when Mom is going to set things up,”
“We’ll come earlier to help,”
“If you want; she’d probably appreciate it,”
“Okay… bye Dad,”
“Love you son,”
“Love you too,” Casey replied; he handed Zeke the phone, who hung it up then laid back down.
“What have you gotten me into now?”
“Easter dinner,”
Zeke chuckled, shaking his head. “Casey, God- you didn’t hafta do that,”
“I’m not leaving you here by yourself,” Casey replied, frowning.
“I’ve been ‘by myself’ for years now-“
“And it’s fucking wrong,” Casey interrupted. He gave Zeke a stony, hard look, one that said VERY clearly ‘you have no fucking choice’. Zeke read it well as he smiled.
“Fine, fine,”
“Good,” Casey said, leaning back as the commercials ended and the movie resumed.
*****
How he’d fallen asleep with the TV on, he didn’t know. Oh fuck.
He didn’t have a TV in his room.
Casey’s eyes opened in one small ‘pop’, head turning to look at the other side of the bed. Before it’d been fine for he and Zeke to share sleeping quarters, but not now. Not now, not anymore. He sighed sadly and went to sit up. His feet had just touched the floor when he heard Zeke shift.
“Leavin’?”
“Yea,” Casey replied.
“Don’t haaa… hafta,” Zeke drawled out past a yawn.
“Yea… I do,”
“Whatever… your choice.” Zeke grumbled, turning back around. Casey closed his eyes as he stood, now walking towards the door. He paused a moment, feeling a dreadful sadness in his chest.
“Zeke…”
“Mmm?”
“Can you just… understand- that it’s hard for me? So fucking hard for me?”
He waited a moment for Zeke to respond. Finally, Zeke sighed. “Yea. But the bed gets cold,”
Casey’s eyelashes fluttered. He wanted to so badly, so, so badly, just as before. It had been torturous for him even then, but Zeke hadn’t known that. He wondered however…
Even though she’d been a horrible beast, Gilda was a warm bodied one, giving Zeke the comfort of not facing nights alone. She’d provided noises, more signs that he had someone there with him. Casey turned back around slowly, feeling empty. “Okay.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll just… sleep here.”
“Thanks.” Zeke replied drowsily. Casey nodded fast; yea, he could do this. He could be a loving friend to Zeke, no qualms about it. He’d HAVE to be; Delilah had been right in her stating that his and Zeke’s friendship was important, and Zeke would see it that way no matter what. Casey pushed aside the tension, allowing him to crawl atop the bed again. Before he had the chance to lie down fully, Zeke tugged the blankets underneath him.
“Christ, Casey. Just get the fuck under here,”
Casey swallowed; why the hell wasn’t he just leaving? He couldn’t do this, could he? He didn’t seem to have a choice now however; the blankets jerked out from under his body and were thrown over him. “There,” Zeke grumbled, turning onto his back and putting an arm over his head. “Sleep, damn it,”
Casey held back the shudders he felt in his limbs, not wanting to make a spectacle of himself. He was taken back to the drunken night spent in Zeke’s arms; it both comforted and tortured him, all at the same time. He tried finding a rhythm listening to Zeke’s slow, deep breathing, matching it.
*****
“Shh…”
“Zeke, they’ll catch us…”
“They’re gonna take their time. Scoot over past the yams,”
“Zeke, if they find us like this-“
“Mmm…”
“Oh… oh God,”
A large dollop of creamy mashed potatoes was dropped onto Casey’s chest; he watched with both anxiety and wonder as Zeke began licking it off, long and languid strokes over skin and vegetable. “Don’t… don’t stop,” Casey pleaded. Zeke pushed him back further on his parents’ dinner table, pressing his groin into Casey’s hard. Casey hissed, feeling something sticky on his back. He brought his fingers to it and looked at the applesauce upon them.
“Casey, get OUT of the rolls!”
As if this were completely normal, his father sat behind them, trying to pull the basket of bread out from under Casey’s head.
“The… hell…” Casey mumbled in his sleep, crinkling his eyebrows. Slightly lucid, he sighed. What kind of ridiculous dream was THAT? He tried forgetting it as he let the sleepiness return. One problem, however; maybe more than one.
His nostrils widened, smelling cigarette smoke. Zeke must have woken up, but… it had to be late. Casey’s eyes weren’t forced open by sunlight at all. The sense of smell roused him, letting other things register- like the brush of something touching his cheek.
Casey opened his eyes slowly and stayed shock still. Zeke lay next to him on his side, the hand holding his cigarette resting on his hip. He couldn’t see his face; in part of the darkness and the fact that it was so close he couldn’t make out much else. Now…everything registered as Zeke’s thumb ran along his lips. Casey swallowed, a panic rising in him, freezing him to the bed as if he’d been cemented there. “What…”
“Shh,”
“Zeke, what are you… what…”
“I said,” Zeke whispered, the air in his words shaking. “Shh,”
Casey’s breath went from shallow to panting in the moment Zeke bent his head forward. “No… no, stop it,”
“Casey, just let me-“
“Don’t fuck around with me. Don’t you dare fuck around with me, Tyler. I swear. I swear it.” Casey stammered out, feeling tears in his eyes. Zeke sighed out, long and low.
“Show me.” Zeke breathed out. His cigarette rose to his lips, illuminating his face and crackling at the tip. Casey felt dizzy.
“Show what?”
“I wanna see… what it’s like.”
Casey knew what he meant; no more sleepiness dwelled in him, his heart thrumming in his chest. “Zeke… I don’t… fucking experiment…”
“I think I’ll like it, Casey,” Zeke said, bringing his free hand back to Casey’s face. He bent back and stamped his cigarette out in the ashtray lying on the table; Casey watched, unable to move. He lay back down, pulling the covers to tuck by his shoulder. “C’mere,”
Casey’s eyes traveled to the hand Zeke used to move the covers up, extending the invitation to let Casey come closer. He didn’t want to be wary. “What… do you want?”
“Just… y’now, let me hold you,”
Oh God… Casey’s eyes filled, his hand going to his mouth. “Zeke…” he whimpered, voice high pitched and tense. Zeke’s brow furrowed as he reached over to take one of Casey’s shoulders.
“C’mon.” Zeke whispered, pulling Casey to him. Shuddering breath wracked Casey’s chest, almost curling away from Zeke the moment their bare chests met. The hand placing itself on Casey’s back prevented this, its gentle press making Casey lie still.
Any moment now, Casey was going to hear Zeke chuckling and he’d be patted on the head. Zeke would give him a little friendly jab to the chin and say “Gotcha!” Casey already felt a swell of sadness in his throat as Zeke moved a hand to his… hip.
“Ain’t so bad,” Zeke murmured, moving his chin low and nuzzling the top of Casey’s head. Casey’s eyes crossed, Zeke’s fingers uncurling and dusting his fingertips along the oversensitive skin. Breath hissed above him, Zeke taking greedy inhalations into Casey’s hair.
“I’m fucking dreaming.” Casey uttered, cracking on every word. He felt Zeke’s head above his own, shaking back and forth slowly.
“You’re not dreaming, Casey,”
“I am…”
“Touch back.”
“Don’t… don’t fuck around… stop…”
“Show me how you kiss,” Zeke said; Casey looked to him now, his gaze unwavering except for the shaky feel of his corneas. Zeke’s voice hadn’t sounded remotely cocky or taunting; it sounded more… desperate.
“Zeke… if I fucking kiss you…” Casey said, trying to make his voice stern and concise. He closed his eyes tight. “I’ve loved you too fucking long for you to fuck with me… please…”
Zeke sighed deeply; he took both hands now and put them on either side of Casey’s face. He lowered his eyes level to Casey’s and blinked a few times before speaking. “I want to know how you feel.”
Casey’s head spun so fast, twisting his mind… oh God, good God…
“Please?”
Casey opened his eyes, lips parting. Looking at Zeke he realized… fuck, he’d never seen Zeke with even just a trace of vulnerability… his expression breathed over Casey in gentle waves, the sight of Zeke’s searching eyes drifting past every single ounce of insecurity. All this; Casey moved over the small space between their lips and placed them together… softly, slowly, barely moving. Zeke’s hands moved from Casey’s face to the back of his neck, pushing them closer.
That’s all Casey needed. Acceptance, allowance, every fucking thing he’d ever wanted. “God…” he muttered in the tiny moment their lips parted, only to stop from speaking as he moved in again, kissing Zeke harder, lips opening- Zeke’s opened and for a moment or two their mouths drifted over each other, hot breath rolling over each other’s faces as their lips would curl, twist, touch so lightly.
“Yea…” Zeke moaned out, swallowing before he reached for Casey and took him for himself. He gave forceful kisses, pushing Casey’s head back to crane his neck; a gust of breath escaped Casey as Zeke pulled away. He moved onto his back, taking Casey with him. “Yea,” he said again, running a finger over Casey’s collarbone. Casey didn’t fully understand this yet; Zeke was unattainable, he liked girls- not gangly boys, just as Gabe had taunted Casey with. But hands couldn’t lie, not with the way they were running over Casey’s shoulders like that. Not with the way his head bent upwards to taste Casey’s skin like that…
“Oh…” Casey sighed out, light trails of kisses traveling over flesh, his flesh, no one else’s. A flicker of thought dashed through Casey’s mind, almost too fast to hear it, understand it…
I’m his he’s mine
“GOD…” Casey gasped, Zeke’s hot tongue reaching a pert nipple. Without thought or doubt he put his hands to the back of Zeke’s neck, pushing him along. His arousal climbed, feeling himself growing hard between his legs as he brought himself over Zeke now to straddle him, have him, claim him, grab his lips away from his chest and begin kissing it so hard and fast. Zeke’s hands dropped, fingers clutching onto the waist of Casey’s pants.
No more thought, or reasoning, or anything, just the skin that tasted sweet, so, so sweet below him, mouthing it, opening it to his will and sliding inside. He paused a moment, his entire body shuddering as Zeke lowered Casey’s clothing downwards, the blankets covering them brushing along his backside, so cool, so warm, so there, perfect.
He stopped the onslaught of kisses to bury his face into Zeke’s shoulder as Zeke explored… “You’re nice,” Zeke choked out, his hands slipping over Casey’s ass in slow, soft slides. Casey’s mouth opened wider.
“Nice enough?”
Zeke nodded slightly. “Nice enough.” He said; Casey could feel Zeke’s small smile form next to his cheek. He liked this. He swallowed hard as Zeke’s hands traveled to his hips, pulling the elastic further down in front. Now Zeke halted, his breath fast.
“You don’t have to-“
“I’ve never… Casey, can I touch it?”
Casey’s back arched then settled back down, a soft moan escaping his lips. He hoped Zeke would read that enough and he did-
“Ah…” Casey hissed as Zeke’s fingers dipped down into the low-risen waist and to the very tip of Casey’s awaiting cock. Zeke shuddered, pausing a moment as if considering. “You… you don’t have to…”
Zeke now gripped Casey in full, making Casey jolt upwards. His hands clasped Zeke’s shoulders, looking down on him. They said nothing as Zeke looked down further, finding his hand… “Christ…” he hissed out. “It’s so… so different, so fucking different…”
“Ungh…” Casey choked out, putting his head back and letting himself ride the pleasurable tide of touch.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Casey stopped; he looked back down on Zeke, just in time to catch Zeke’s hand rising up to his chin. “Z-Zeke…” he started; Zeke stayed silent but his eyes blinked, as if waiting. “Why… what, why- when did you…”
He couldn’t quite speak; Zeke seemed to get it anyways. He looked up at the ceiling, his expression lost and questioning. “Remember… the trampoline…”
Oh fucking God.
Casey’s mind cleared completely; he now dove underneath the covers, without asking, without prompting, without ANYTHING but the desire to push Zeke’s boxers down and bring his solid shaft to his mouth.
“Fuck… fuck…” Zeke groaned out. Casey held one of Zeke’s hips to keep Zeke from choking him completely; the smooth, velvety flesh past his lips, everything EVERYTHING Casey imagined, all his guesses and thoughts come to life as he sucked Zeke down, hard. He lifted his eyes and almost gasped, seeing Zeke staring down on him. The animalistic lust-haze in the cinnamon brown of his eyes, flashing in the low light coming into the room made Casey push his hand to his own cock, gripping it in a solid hold and moving into his palm, moaning as he worked upon Zeke’s. He watched Zeke’s elbows push his chest up, his head loll back as he moaned, every oh he made making Casey’s hand move faster, his lips suck back deeper. “Casey? Tell me… tell me your touching yourself. I can feel you touching yourself,”
Casey’s eyes fluttered closed and rolled back as he pressed his stroking hand close to the inside of Zeke’s bare leg. The other one, cast-clad and stiff was good to rest his hip upon as he rubbed the tip of his cock along Zeke. Zeke hissed, knowing, cock jerking in Casey’s mouth. The small, salty-sweet taste of pre-come made Casey swoon, almost losing balance. His knees ground into the bed further, trying to keep control over the uncontrollable. Zeke began panting, thrusting up gently but with held-back force, grunting and moaning until his entire body shook underneath Casey.
As if Zeke carried ambrosia-elixir in his loins, Casey relished, tasted, devoured Zeke’s come in greedy swallows, moaning as Zeke cried out loudly. “F-F-FUCK…” Zeke stammered out, falling onto his back and writhing. Casey felt him empty and switched from sucking back to long, hard laps at Zeke’s softening cock. He let it leave his mouth, brushing over his lips as he kissed it lightly. Zeke looked towards him, still huffing heavily. “God, Case. God.”
Casey rested his head upon Zeke’s thigh, kissing it lightly. Zeke put a hand to his cheek, running his fingers over it gently. “I can’t… I dunno, but I can… I can try, if you want me to,”
Casey stared up at Zeke, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. He knew what Zeke was saying, and like hell if he was going to do it. He’s a virgin, Casey’s brain whispered. He’s a fucking virgin, to me.
He now sat up, knees parted and resting on either side of Zeke’s legs. He resumed the heavy-handed strokes between his legs, staring up at Zeke’s face. “Just… watch,” he stammered out, closing his eyes and biting his lip. Shaking hands found Casey’s hips, holding them as Casey bucked slowly, slowly at first. One of Zeke’s hands made it’s way to Casey’s chest, fingers now plucking a nipple. “God…” Casey moaned, holding that hand with his free one. Zeke kept rubbing, running his hand in circles over Casey’s smooth front. Casey followed him, holding him at the fingers and stroking, stroking, stroking, everything he ever fucking wanted, right here and now…
“Ungh…uh…” Casey gasped, his grasp becoming slipperier. It all happened so fast now; opening of the eyes, the look of awe Zeke wore, hands running smooth over everywhere, everywhere; he almost wanted to hold back and enjoy this more, take IN so much more, but his body gave him no choice. His hand gripped harder, went wilder, steaming gasps choking from Casey’s throat as he felt warm strings escape his cock and fall onto Zeke’s groin and belly. He didn’t know if this was every going to stop having never FELT anything like this before, watching slip-slides of come drip onto Zeke’s sides. The end arrived however, letting Casey’s body drape itself over Zeke’s bared leg. His sight was blurred as he raised his eyes to look at Zeke, panting warm breath at his leg. Zeke looked down on himself, glancing from Casey to the pool of wet collecting in his navel, some still creating rivers down his sides.
Casey watched, awestruck, as Zeke dipped his finger into the milky fluid, then dared bring it to his lips to suck upon. Casey’s eyes widened, the both of them staring at each other intensely. “I wanna fuck you next time.” Casey told him, words rambling out of his mouth, no thinking involved. Zeke smiled.