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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Summer in Miami (10 / ?)

New Year. Time for a new start ... back to Cazekiel day :) I hope all of you is enjoying a great weekend. Here is a bit fun with our boys ... though I don't know, if anyone will still remember them ... or this story ;)


Title: Summer in Miami (10 / ?)
Fandom: The Faculty / Casey & Zeke
Rating: R
Summery: Casey is a High Society Guy and Zeke just the boy from the garage
Disclaimer: The Faculty and the boys are not mine, of course ;)

You can find all chapters of this story: here


Zeke needed a moment just for himself. He jumped out of the bed, rushed into the bathroom, turned the shower on. Water as hot as possible splashed down on him, he leaned his head back against the piles and closed his eyes. When was the last time he had felt so confused, almost vulnerable? He wanted to be angry at Casey because he had dared it to snoop around in his life. It was none of his business. Only a handful of people knew about Zeke's past. And he liked it that way. Nowadays he was Zeke Tyler, a student in New York who had to work for his money like all the others. Not the high society guy who liked to kick over the traces, not caring about anyone else. His past was his … and his alone … and still haunted him at night.

Zeke wondered what Casey might have found out in the net or old magazines. Rumors, scandals, only half true. People loved their gossip talk, no one had ever cared two hoots about it that this had been the only way for him to survive. He didn't want Casey to see him like that.

“Zeke?”
A halting knock at the door reached his ears through the drumming water.
“I'm sorry. I know I had no right to do that.”

Zeke sighed, turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and grabbed for the towel. Some times later he was back in the small apartment. Casey had made some fresh coffee which almost made him smile. As if this was a magic bullet. He was sitting in a chair, his knees pulled up, his arms curled around it, still looking contrite.

“Hey, is okay,” Zeke said and dropped down onto the bed opposite him.

Casey finally looked up.
“I hadn't intend to do it. To stalk you, I mean. But one day … I had to do some researches for College at the library … and there was the article about your father. A pic of him. You looks pretty much like him.”

“Yeah, people say so.”
Zeke took a deep breath before continuing.
“Not the only thing we have in common, I guess. He's a selfish, uncaring prick.”

Casey kept quiet for a moment, then he smiled.
“I don't know much about your father, but ...You are not!”

Zeke smirked slightly.
“I never was a nice guy, Casey. My life was pretty much fucked up.”

“Not a big surprise, isn't it? I guess your childhood was … difficult.”

“Can't remember that I had one. My father … all he is interested in is power, money, business … he doesn't care about anyone. My mother was more a status symbol for him. She was pretty, she was smart … and she knew what she wanted. I don't think there was ever love between them. She used him as much as he used her.

But one day she started to get sick of it. She demanded a divorce, asked for a handsome indemnity ... and she left me behind without even looking back.

Would you believe that a barely three year old child is able to hate? I was desperate … and angry … a child with a lot issues. Can't say how many nannies finally gave up to. It was not their fault, they tried their best. But all I wanted was to piss him off. I knew exactly what my father did expect me to do … and I did the very reverse. First it was instinct, later … I enjoyed it. My whole life was a fight against him.”

“I understand.”

Zeke rolled his eyes.
“No, you don't,” he said.
“Better that way, believe me.”

Casey put his mug onto the table beside him.
“Since I can remember I tried to satisfy my dad. All I wanted was to hear him saying at least once: 'That's great Casey. I'm proud of you!' I was ready to give my best, more than that. I was ready to give up my dreams, my life, I was ready to change myself … for him.

It did hurt to accept that I will never be the son he wants. I'm not like him. Nowadays I have my own life, a good one and I know it was the right decision. But, Zeke, even if he will never talk with me again, sometimes it still hurts. He's my dad, you know, you can't stop loving him just because he's not the perfect father.”

“Love is not made for guys like me and my father. It's just a word … and I use it to get what I want. I was barely fourteen when I told a woman that I love her for the first time. She was my dad's secretary … and I knew that he did fuck her.”
He grinned.
“Great fun when he did find out.”

Casey's face darkened. He took a deep breath and kept quiet for a long while.
“Why are you doing this, Zeke,” he finally asked.
“Why do you try so desperately to convince me that you are such a great asshole? Do you want me to leave? Do you regret, what happened between us? Did I read it so wrong and you just enjoyed it to fuck around with me? Fine! Say it. And don't worry, I will survive.”
Zeke could see his lower lip tremble and cringed inwardly. The last he had wanted was to hurt him.
“But don't act like that!”

Great done, Zeke Tyler. He should have known it better … stop it, before it was too late. But the way he had felt in Casey's arms … his soft hands, his big eyes, his kisses … the trust, the … love he put into him without asking for anything … For a moment it had felt like home, something he had secretly always been looking for. Just … it wouldn't last. It never did.

“I'm not the right one for you, Casey,” Zeke murmured.
“I can't strip my past off like an old shirt. It's a part of me, it made me what I am. I've learned to trust no one. Better to live on my own, only to focus on College. At least I'm good with that. One day I will be a decent scientist. No serious relationship though. I'm a looser when it comes to deeper feelings.”

“When you are willing to take the risk, Zeke, the world is open for you,” Casey said.
“Remember that? You've told me last year, never to give up my dreams.

What are you dreaming about? I know, you want me, don't deny it. I can read it in your eyes. The way you touched me, the way you … fucked me. You can't run away forever, Zeke. Whatever is happened in your past, you've changed. You are not the same anymore.”

“The price was too high!”
Zeke swallowed hard when the memories hit him with full force. For a long time he had refused to talk about that night. Okay, there had been his shrink, but that didn't count. He had played along and told him what he had wanted to hear. It hadn't helped in the slightest.

Later … Ben. It had been his first summer in Miami, he still had to fight with his demons, his anger, his whole life … still not knowing where he wanted to go. Only in the garage he had been able to calm down. One night the elderly man had asked him pointblank about his issues. It still had taken some weeks until he had been ready to talk about it. Ben had just listened, no judging, no stupid questions … and just to tell him … all of it … his deepest feelings, secrets he had never shared with anyone ... it had helped more than Zeke had realized first. When he left Miami at the end of the summer he had known what to do with his life. Graduation. College … it had taken some time to find one which had been willing to accept him despite of his rep. Now Med School. Finally he had found his way … almost too late ...

Thoughtfully Zeke eyed Casey. He was so grown up. A confident young man, not willing to give up so easily. After all what had happened between them … he had a right to know. He needed to understand ...

“I've almost killed a girl.”
It was hard not to avoid eye contract. But Casey didn't even blinked. And Zeke continued in a low voice.
“She was only sixteen and she did nothing wrong. She was just in the wrong spot at the wrong time. We were pretty much fucked up back then, super rich kids, caring about nothing but parties and fun. No one tried to stop us ... because no one did care. You think, Andrew's parties got wild sometimes? More like a children's birthday compared with us.

It was at one of these parties, a lot of booze, some weed … I never was crazy about hard drugs … though gave a shit about my life. There was this one guy, Caleb, he was an idiot. Just turned eighteen and his father had given him a brand-new Ferrari. He didn't stop talking about it, that it was the best car ever, the most expensive one with all extras one could imagine. The other guys got crazy about the car … and the girls about him.

It was raining, stormy, foggy … but what did I care. I was the best driver, the fastest, the most risky one … no way I wouldn't stand up for that. I challenged him to a street race.”

TBC

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Zeke is struggling with a lot of demons. But he has a great capacity to love and be loved and Casey will help him to realize he's not damaged goods.

Yes, Zeke did hide a lot and Casey will still have to learn a lot about him and Zeke needs to realize that it's not always the worst to let someone deeper into his life.

Zeke's childhood was worse than I thought, but he is a better person than either of his parents, and Casey will help him realize it.

Yes, as usual Zeke tried to hide a lot about himself ... but at least he starts to open up now. Casey can help him to get over his issues.

Oh, Zeke, you break my heart. You're trying so hard to keep Casey at a distance, even after what's happened between you. Reading about his past is so sad. I think Casey's strong enough to stay with him, though. I hope so.

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