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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - High-Speed to love (38/ 38)

Hello! Good morning to everyone around!

And now as promised ;)

Title: High-Speed to love (38/ 38 + epilogue)
Fandom:  Zeke & Casey
Rating: a touch of NC17
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in
Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ?  ;)

Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight / twenty-nine / thirty / thirty-one / thirty-two / thirty-three / thirty-four / thirty-five / thirty-six / thirty-seven /

Zeke opened his eyes when he heard the door was opened. Casey looked a bit unsure, as if he didn't know what to do next. And Zeke could guess, why. He had done his best to save the garage but nevertheless he felt guilty because everything had happened behind his back.

Zeke had to admit first it had felt a bit strange. His coming home was so different than he had fancied it. Casey. The garage. Ben. To see what a great team Casey and Ben were. How they had managed to put all their differences aside and to keep the garage running. The customers seemed to be very pleased with Ben's work. And more than that, with Casey's 'special service'.

For a second he had felt jealousy climbing up in himself. It was as if no one needed him, no one had missed him. But he had managed to fight it back. It was stupid, he knew it. Everything what Casey ... and Ben ... had done was only for his best. He would not lose the garage, his life's dream. They were friends ... true friends. For the first time in his life he had realized how much he meant for both of them. It had been an overwhelming, bewildering feeling, almost frightening and he had been grateful to be alone for a while.

Casey was still standing at the door, biting his lower lip, like he always did when he was nervous. Zeke smiled slightly. There was no need to, wasn't it? He knew, as soon as he would be back in his garage all his doubts would fade away. And for the moment ... everything what counted was Casey.

He felt his mouth becoming dry while he thought about it. He was back home, finally he was alone with him. Of course, they had shared kisses in the hospital, sometimes they had even dared to touch each other. But even though most of the hospital's stuff seemed to be okay with their relationship, they didn't want to test their luck too much.

"Hey! Will you grow down roots there?"

Casey chuckled slightly and sat down onto the bedside.
"Are you okay? You did look so tired."

"I never was better!"
Zeke stretched the hand to touch his cheek with his thumb. He was able to feel a light shiver running through Casey when he bent forward to kiss him. How much had he wanted to be alone with him? He couldn't wait to feel his naked skin, to smell him, to touch him. To touch him where he never had touched another guy before.

But Casey pulled back.
"Zeke," he murmured.
"Wait ..."

Zeke frowned. He was not willing to let him go. What was wrong? They had waited much too long for this moment. He knew, Casey had wanted it as much as he wanted it. But now ...

Suddenly he started to understand.
"It's Ben, isn't it? What's up with him? Where is he anyway?"

"He ... went home a while ago. I've told him that he don't need to, but ... He knows, Zeke! He knows about us. And he said, that you surely prefer to be alone with me."

Zeke felt relieved. He wanted no fight with Ben. Not today. It had been such a nice surprise to see him back in the garage. But the boy definitely needed to accept that Zeke had his own life and that Casey was a part of it from now on. It didn't change his feelings for Ben. Ben had always been like a little brother for him. But if he would start again with his homophobic shit ...

"There is this businessman, you know, he's working in an office near to Ben's school. He's handed out a few flyers there. Ben, I mean. You really need to do this more often, Zeke, people need to get to know about your garage. Anyway, this guy will come by with his car next Monday. Ben says, it seems to be something with the breaks and he's not sure if he can do this.

But maybe ... if you could help him ... Of course, you shouldn't work onto the car, but maybe ... if you can have a look at what he's doing ... I'm sure it will work out fine ...

He's trying, Zeke, really. Not the job. I mean, he's good with it, really, though he has still a lot to learn. But him and ... us ...  It's not easy for him, but I'm sure he starts to accept our relationship. Thank god. I really don't want him to ...


Zeke chuckled.
"That's cute!"

Casey blinked confused.
"What is?"

"Cute. You are."
A quick kiss onto his nose. He loved to see his bright smile.
"You're babbling. You're always babbling when you get nervous. C'mere."
He pulled him back into his arms, found his lips and started to cover them with little kisses.
"Don't wanna talk about Ben any longer. Strip!"

Casey's almost jumped.
"Ähm ...What?"

Zeke laughed.
"You heard me. Strip! Wanna see you."

When he kissed him again, Casey sighed and snuggled closer. His skin felt soft and hot, he tasted of coffee ... and bubblegum. The sounds he made when Zeke's mouth went deeper, when he kissed and licked and sucked at his jaw, his neck, his earlobes. His dick pressed hard against Zeke's groin ... It started to drive him crazy. Whatever he had done before, it was nothing ... nothing against this. He was ready to pin him down, to tear his shirt apart, to ...

"Zeke, wait," Casey stopped him again.
He was panting hard but he was struggling to calm down. Though despite his words his eyes begged for more.
"Really, we shouldn't do this. Remember what the doc ... oh god ... Zeke! ... Remember what the doc told you. You're still weak!"

Zeke stopped kissing him and sat up.
"Weak, huh?"
He grinned wide.
"Does this mean you don't want to fuck through the whole Kamasutra today?"

Casey snorted amused.
"But you did read the wrong one, Zeke! Remember? So, take it slow, please. We don't need to ..."

"You don't? I do! I want you! Now!So, please be nice and shut up."

Half-hearted Casey struggled against him when Zeke bent forward and started to open his shirt ... one button after the other ... slowly he pushed the fabric aside and stared at him as if he had never seen him before ... he barely touched him, but it was enough to make Casey shiver all over his body. Zeke chuckled slightly.
"See? I don't need a fucking book to find out what you like most."

When finally fingers run over hot skin, when he crossed hard, little nipples with his thumb and squeezed them softly Casey groaned loud.
"Fuck! Do this one more time and I'm gonna come right now!"

"Awww. So desperate," Zeke laughed ... and bent forward to tease him even more with his greedy mouth.


It was about half an hour later. Casey had kept his 'promise'. He had had two mind-blowing orgasm within this short time ... and Zeke hadn't even had the time to properly get to know him, to touch and kiss and lick and bite like he wanted to, not to mention that he had put his dick into this wonderful, tightlooking ass. But he didn't mind. He looked at the panting boy beside him who was still struggling with the aftermath and he just felt good. There would be other times. This was not a one-time-experience. Casey would be here ... every night ... every morning ... every day.

**  the end **
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, highspeed
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