Title: Pictures (9/ ??? )
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Please make sure that you read the previous parts first: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight
They just had seen the first movie of the evening, 'Pulp fiction' - definitely hard stuff, full of violence, sex and black humor - but finally it served it's purpose.
Casey was completely spellbound by the movie. It was the first time in his life that he was confronted with such dark stuff and he got enthusiastically into a lively discussion with Zeke. The incident from the morning had stressed him a lot, but now the tension decreased visibly.
They had ordered a pizza. Zeke got up to fetch a beer from the fridge.
"Case? Wanna Coke?"
"Naw! Gimme a beer too!"
Zeke raised the eyebrows amazed and grinned.
"This is cute!"
"What is cute?"
"You're cute! Trying to play the bad boy, eh?"
Casey rolled his eyes.
"Geez, Tyler, I'm just wanna beer. It's not that bad, isn't it?"
"Naw! You want a beer, you'll get a beer. I'm just afraid, my influence on you is not the best. First Tarantino, first beer ... what first time will come next?"
The second movie - the second beer ...
Zeke threw an amazed glance to Casey when he suddenly moved closer to him and put his head onto his shoulder. But it was okay. After all what Casey had to go through last week, it was good that he finally could relax a bit. He was his friend, wasn't he? There was nothing to it to gave him a little bit comfort.
Casey closed his eyes and Zeke was sure that he would fall asleep soon, when he suddenly murmured:
"Hmmm ... it's good!"
"Good! You're smelling good. This new shower gel you bought today ... I like it!"
Zeke coughed slightly.
" 'kay," he murmured.
"You can use it if you want!"
Casey snuggled up closer to his neck and took a deep breath.
"Naw! This wouldn't be the same, y'know!"
Zeke grinned and decided to ignore this. Casey was trying to flirt with him? It was funny, though it was all to evident, that Casey was not used to drink alcohol and these two beer had been enough to let him say things he definitely not meant. Oh God, it would be a rude awakening next morning, if he remembered what he had said. Poor boy. He would be ...
Suddenly he felt a soft tickle onto the back of his head. He flinched back.
"What? You don't like it?"
He stopped tickling Zeke, his hands ruffled his hair slightly now. Casey sighed and snuggled still closer to Zeke. Geez. Zeke swallowed - and allowed it. He had to admit: it felt damn good. Casey's fingers were so gentle, he could feel his breath on his neck, warm and soft ... Fuck! This was not gentle and soft! Suddenly there were Casey's teeth, biting his neck.
"Ow! Stop it, Casey! What the fuck are you doing?"
Hilarious giggling. Then Casey pulled him back in his arms.
"I'm a vampire! I want to suck you out!"
"Oh God! No more beer and no more Tarantino for you, I promise!"
Casey's face was quite near in front of his now. He slowly licked over his lips.
"Wanna kiss me, Zeke? I know, you like kissing!"
Zeke wheezed, but he couldn't stop staring at these alluring lips.
"I mean, yeah, of course I do, but ... you are boozed, Casey!"
"Am I? So what! I'm fucking fine. C'mon Zeke, don't be such a party pooper!"
Zeke stared at him. There it was, the gentle smile on his lips, the sparkle in his eyes. He had so wonderful, great, blue eyes. He had always liked them. Zeke groaned, nearly against his own will his thumb glided softly over Casey's cheek. Then their lips met.
First it was only a slight touch, but Casey wanted more, more, more ... Zeke started to lose himself in the kiss. Of course, Casey was a bit inexperienced, but he was willing to learn, to take everything in what Zeke was ready to give. And it felt good, all too good. He never wanted it to stop again. He wanted ...
Okay, that was it! Stop it, Tyler! Stop - it - now!
It was Casey, who lay in his arms. Casey, who longed for warmth and nearness. Casey, who had drunk too much. Casey, who would hate him tomorrow if he acted like an asshole today ...
Carefully but determined Zeke freed himself out off Casey's arms.
"Get up, Case! Bed! Now!"
Casey giggled once more and turned beet red.
"You don't wanna lose time, huh?"
Grinning Zeke shook the head and pulled Casey up from of the couch.
"Not what you think! Sleeping, Casey, just sleeping!"
"Pfft! I don't go to bed alone tonight!"
Zeke chuckled when Casey pouty sank back onto the couch.
"Okay. You asked for this," he murmured.
Without further ado he took Casey onto his arms. He felt so lightweight, so warm and soft. He flung his arms around Zeke's neck, his head rested onto his shoulder. He giggled once again. Zeke asked himself how clever it was to allow this nearness. On the other hand: what should he do? If he rebuffed Casey, he risked falling down the stairs together with him ...
Carefully he carried him to the guest room and lay him down onto the bed. Casey had closed his eyes now. He took a deep, satisfied breath while Zeke started to undress him, up to his boxers and his t-shirt. Zeke couldn't help but staring at him. It was so highly visible that Casey was hard as a rock. He was so ready to take the next steps. Fuck, it would be so easy. He just had to take him into his arms, to kiss him, to caress him, to fuck him. And it would be his first time - the next first time Zeke would give him ...
Zeke took a deep breath to calm down himself and covered Casey up.
"Don't go," he whispered.
His voice sounded soft and blurred. Zeke felt that the tiredness caught up with him now. Nevertheless he pursed his lips and stretched his mouth towards Zeke.
"One more kiss! Please!"
Zeke hesitated only for a short moment. It was too hard to resist. Slightly he stroked Casey's lips with his thumb. Casey smiled. Then Zeke bent forward and pecked him on the forehead.
"'night, Case. Sweet dreams!"
"Not of you, Tyler, you are such a coward ," Casey murmured, before he coiled up and finally fell asleep.
Zeke laid on his bed and stared up to the ceiling. He didn't even try to sleep. He knew if he would close the eyes, the dreams would catch up with him. Strange, bewildering dreams which he didn't want to dream.
Still two weeks. Two long, short weeks. Then Casey would vanish again out of his life. And he could do again what he always did: going to clubs, hanging out with friends, having fun, enjoying good, smoothly sex. Life would be so easy again without geeky Casey Connor ...
Casey, Casey, Casey
He couldn't stop thinking of him.
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