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Fan Fiction - Casey & Zeke - Love kills slowly (Part 4/5)

Hallo LJ - Hallo F-list! I hope all of you are enjoying a wonderful weekend!

Today it's time for the fourth part of "Love kills slowly". As ever without beta and in my special english - but you know this, don't you ;)


Title: Love kills slowly - part four
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
A/N: please, make sure that you read Part one, Part two  and Part three first

"C'mon, I'll take you home!"

Casey looked at him sadly. Was it this? He simply sent him away? After all what had happened? ... Although, what had already happened? Probably he just had fled into one of his damned dreams again. He should have known it better! His dreams never became true!

"Okay," he whispered.

"Case ..."

Casey shrugged. He wouldn't show him how much it hurt!
"It's okay! I get it! I've made a fool of myself again! Just hope, it was funny enough for you!"

Zeke sighed.
"That's not the point, Case!... Well, okay, first it was just fun! You were so incredibly sweet ... the gift and your crushing ... and how you squirmed around. I was curious how you would weasel out of this mess ... But ... However, I was sure you would chicken out in time! I never wanted this going thus far!"

Casey snorted slightly.
"Yeah, of course! How could I expect that you somehow like me? That you want me! I'm geeky Casey Connor! A fucking virgin!"

Zeke looked at him thoughtfully.
"This has nothing to do with it at all! You are ... just  you! You are not like all the others! You are ...  quite honest, you know!"


"I can't understand why, but you really like me, don't you?"

Casey felt how he became red.
"Just forget it, okay? It's fucking ludicrous, I know! I ... I will get over it!"

Zeke didn't seem to hear him.
"The bracelet! I've never got a gift like this before!"

"This is bullshit," Casey burst out. He remembered all too good all the cards and gifts Zeke got to his birthday from the girls at school. But Zeke shook his head.

"It's not, Case! They only want to attract me attention! They try to buy me! Everyone tries to buy me! Wanna see what my Mom has sent me to my birthday?"

He reached for a cover onto the table and passed it to Casey. His eyes became great when he saw the check in it. 300 dollars! Wow ... so much pocket money he didn't get in a whole year. Zeke shrugged.

"Wanna have it?"

Casey stared at him. Zeke's face was motionless. He didn't know what to think about this.
"You are kidding, right," he stammered.

"Nope! I don't need her damned money! I don't want these damned presents! It meant nothing, Casey, nothing at all!"

He glanced at the bracelet.
"But this means something! And therefore I'll take you home now! Anything else wouldn't be fair!"

Casey had listened to him in silence. All this didn't sound like the Zeke Tyler he knew - a Zeke Tyler who just wanted to have fun - a Zeke Tyler who didn't care about anything.

"Do you think, it's fair, if you don't even ask me, what I want?"

"What do you want, Casey? I could suck your dick, I could fuck you the whole night and - yeah - probably you would like it .... But what will be tomorrow? I'm gonna be the same prick as ever - and you're gonna be the loser again ... Just forget it! I'm not gonna do this to you!"

To his surprise Casey's face brightened more and more. Zeke swallowed. This boy was a fucking riddle! He was stronger, more determined than he would ever have supposed. He was someone special! It was all too weird. For the first time in his life he was really interested in someone - he could get him - and he pushed him away. He had to push him away because he didn't want to hurt him!


"You care about me?! You really care about me!"

Zeke wheezed.
" I don't fucking care about anyone," he hissed.

"You don't?"
Casey moved up a  step closer to him. His eyes sparkled.
"You are just a damned prick? So, then go ahead and do it! Never mind if you hurt me! ... No, Zeke, I will never believe this! You are not like this!"

Zeke backed away. This was too much to resist.
"Stop it, Case," he murmured.
"This is hardly clever!"

Casey grabbed his neck and pulled him closer again.
"I'm not gonna stop! I don't wanna be clever! I want you, Zeke! Tonight! Tomorrow ... who cares? If you want me to go tomorrow, I will go ... without a damned word ... and I'll never ever bother you again. I promise! But tonight ... I wanna forget all this shit! C'mon, Zeke, let me be yours now!"

TBC ... go to the last part

Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction
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