I hope you are curious about "Pictures" ? Well, here is more. I hope, you will enjoy it, it was so much fun to write this part ...
Title: Pictures (6/ 32 )
Fandom: Casey / Zeke (no pairing)
Rating: PG 13 maybe a bit of R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Please make sure that you read the previous parts first: one / two / three / four / five
Zeke looked at Casey thoughtfully. Since they had returned to his home, he looked pensive but nearly relaxed. Zeke wondered how he really felt.
He just had lost his home. Seventeen years he had lived there with his parents. Seventeen years together with a father who let him know every day anew that he was a loser, a coward, a big disappointment. It was not that easy to shake it off and to go on. There must be doubts and fears about his future.
Zeke could understand him better than Casey would ever know. He could still remember the time when his mother had died and his father had dumped him in the boarding school. He had been full of rage, nearly hate - but inwardly he felt empty and a part of him kept hold on the hope that one day his father would remind that he loved his son. He would come and just took him in his arms.
In the course of the time he had learned that it was just a stupid dream. He decided to live his own life from now on; his father degraded to be the "paymaster" only. But even today there were moments he just longed for a pretty normal family life.
Casey tore him out of his thoughts.
"Is it really okay for you if I stay?"
Zeke sighed slightly. It was for the third time within half an hour Casey asked this question. And like the other times before he nodded.
"Case, it's only for three weeks! Then school is out, summer vacation starts and you're gonna go to your Grandma. Til then ... yes, it's okay for you to stay here. The room is not used for years now and there is enough money for both of us in the account my Dad set up for me. He won't even notice it - and if he really does, he will give a shit about it."
"Okay," he murmured, but Zeke felt, something more was bothering him.
"What's still on your mind?"
"What, if you ... I mean ... what, if you need ... some company?"
"Then you will have to amuse me! That's the price for staying here!"
Casey squirmed with embarrassment.
"Oh, stop it, Zeke! I mean, what, if you ... you want ... I mean, what if you want to have a date ... I mean, a real date with ... stuff ...?"
"Oh! You mean something like sex?"
"Well, you like doing it, don't you?"
"Now and then! Don't let it trouble you, Case, you're gonna be the first one to know. I promise!"
Zeke grinned when he saw Casey turning beet-red. This was really incredibly sweet. A nearly eighteen-year-old boy who already blushed alone by the mention of sex - and who secretly hid sexy as hell pics between his other, innocent photo stuff. The world was fucking crazy.
The pics! Sexy as hell! Fucking crazy!
This reminded him of something that had been floating around in his head for hours now. He knew, it wouldn't let him go, until he finally could find out the whole truth. But it was a risk. If he was wrong, Casey would freaking out, that was for sure ... But if he wasn't wrong, maybe it could help him to feel better ... And he decided to risk it.
Casey winced when he put the photos onto the table.
"Oh God. I've told you to leave this shit behind. I don't want to have them any longer!"
"I want them!"
"Why are you doing this?"
"I don't think, that your dad would appreciate them. I'm sure, he would shred them without thinking. Would be a shame. They are good!"
Casey sighed slightly. The thought that Zeke also was in guys, that he liked pics like these, especially these pics, was still bewildering for him.
"It's porn, Zeke, just gay-porn!"
Zeke shook the head.
"No, it's not. It's a lot more than that. Where do you found them?"
"Can't remember," he murmured.
"I like surfing around in the web. You can find there a lot of stuff, y'know?"
"Yeah, I've already heard that before. Believe me, Case, I know a lot about porn. Pics, movies, magazines ... whatever you want. Sometimes it's good stuff, hot and sexy. Sometimes it's just for fun. And often it's just dull and boring. These pics are different. It's not the porn-stuff you usually can find in the web!"
"So, if it's not porn, what is it then? Why do you like them?"
Zeke could catch a glimpse of Casey's curiously sparkling eyes and in this moment he knew, he was right.
"C'mere, I'm gonna show you!"
He searched through the pics, until he had found the one he was looking for. The young man who was visible in all pictures, in front of a huge, old tree. Interesting patterns of light and shadow were swirling over him. His shirt was unbuttoned up to his waist, one hand rested over his belt, ready to open it. His head leaned against the trunk, his eyes slightly closed, a scarcely visual, provocative smile onto his lips.
"Here! Take a look at this one. I think, it's one of the best! You just have to look at this picture and you can't think about anything but him. He is hot as hell. And you know, you would like to fuck him and it feels, like it could be the very best sex of your life!"
Casey gasped and stared at him aghast.
"It's not what he shows, it's what he hides. It's the way you capture him in the pics. Every smile, every movement. You bring him to life, Casey. He's not really beautiful, but you make him look like the most erotic, interesting man of the world."
"Well, in this moment he was. He ... "
Suddenly he realized what he just had said, he broke off and paled.
"Oh shit ..."
Zeke looked at him reassuring.
"Got you," he said softly.
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