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Fan Fiction - Casey & Zeke - Pictures (15/ ? )

Hello F-List! Hello LJ. It's a wonderful, warm, sunny sunday today. Not only my boys ;) have vacation, I have too (well, only one week, but it's great to have a little bit free time). Honey is posting again, my writing mood is back a little, I'm just enjoying a great iced coffee with vanilla ice cream and cream on the top ... well, life can be great, can't it?

But enough of bubbling around today, back to "Pictures" and the boys and their vacation ... Zeke has to go back to Herrington ... or no ... wait ... the next separation?  Life can be so unfair! :) Well, just go and read - I hope, you will like it!

Title: Pictures (15/ ??? )
Fandom: Casey / Zeke - no pairing, but I'm working on it :)
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: of course, not mine

Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen /

Casey threw a glance at his watch and sighed. Now Zeke was already here for two days, longer than he had expected he would. But he knew, it was only a question of time, until Zeke would say it:

"I think, I'm gonna go back to Herrington now!"

Casey always enjoyed his vacation on his Grandma's farm. Here nobody was humiliating him like the other guys at school liked to do and nobody was putting him permanently under pressure like his father did. Here he just could be himself. He could do all the things he liked to do - reading, taking pictures or just daydreaming about all and nothing - and nobody laughed at him in return. This - and being together with his beloved Grandma - was all he expected from his vacation.

During the last two days everything had been different. For the first time he noticed that vacation with a friend was much more fun. He had shown Zeke his favorite places, the old orchard behind the house and, of course, the lake. Yesterday evening they were gone to the village and have had a burger with fries in the little diner. Casey had indulged his sweet tooth - a big ice cream sundae.

Chocolate and vanilla with cream and two waffles. Slowly they went back to the farm.The sun just set down. After a long, hot summer day it felt magnificent shady and chilly in the forest. Casey enjoyed his ice cream. They talked about all and nothing, they laughed a lot, like they had done throughout the whole day. No big things - but Casey had the feeling, that with Zeke by his side everything was easier and more amusing. Then Zeke suddenly stopped.

"You make a mess," he said.
Slowly he stretched out his hand, touched Casey's face slightly and let his thumb wander over his chin and lips. He smiled, while putting his thumb into his mouth and licked it up.

"Hmmm," he murmured..
"Chocolate! It's really good!"

Casey swallowed. He didn't know what to think. Zeke chuckled a bit, he still smacked his lips, his eyes looked so warm and ... fondly ??? He didn't avoid Casey's eyes, but seemed to wait for a reaction. In the end Casey forced himself to loose their eye contact.

"I've told you," he murmured.
"It's home made. The best ice cream ever!"

Then he dipped the second waffle deeply in the chocolate ice cream and passed it to Zeke.
"I'm gonna share with you!"

Zeke grinned.
"Sounds good!"

Casey smiled when he looked back on the last evening. The rest of the way they had shared the icecream without speaking another word with each other. It had felt a bit strange, but wonderful ...

... two long, wonderful days. He had enjoyed every minute of them - though he was worried a bit what Zeke might think about all this.

Zeke had dreams of traveling around the world. He liked talking about visiting the most beautiful, great towns: Paris, Rome, Hongkong. He just wanted out to see and experience something new. Far away from the confinement of Herrington. Having fun, enjoying the life ... Casey didn't want to fool himself: What Zeke was looking for, he wouldn't find here.


Zeke's voice startled him out of his reverie. He swallowed. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want it to be over now.

"What are you doing? Daydreaming again? I've just asked you, what you are thinking about it."

Casey gave him a puzzled look.
"About what?"

Zeke grinned.
"Your Grandma ... She has asked me if I want to stay a few more days. She needs someone to help her a bit. The barn would urgently have to be cleared out. The pickets of the kitchen garden's fence are rotten and could also need a new paint coating. And there are some trees need to cut down ... "

Casey stared at him distrustfully.
"Haven't you got anything better to do?"

Zeke shrugged.
"Well, it would be like a small vacation job. I could stay here for free, the catering is excellent, your Grandma is an amazing cook. And she would still pay me a bit."

Casey snorted slightly.
"Yeah, sure! You're gonna be rich after this vacation. Zeke, you just have to go to the next bank if you need money!"

"Wasn't it you, telling me over and over again, I should finally stop sponging off my Dad? Maybe it's time to try!"

Casey frowned.
"What do you really want, Zeke? I mean, if you would try to find a job in Herrington, maybe in a repair shop ... You know a lot about cars and shit, and I'm sure it could be fun for you to do. But cutting trees? Here? The next bigger town is more than forty miles away. No clubs, no cinema, not even a mall. This is ridiculous, Zeke! This is not where you want to spent your vacation!"

Zeke smiled.
"But you are here! I would like to spent my vacation with you, y'know!"

Casey gasped for breath.
"You already do it again," he murmured.

"What am I doing?"

"You ... you are somehow flirting with me! Can you fucking stop it? I know you're just kidding around a bit, but it makes me blushing!"

Zeke burst out laughing.
"Aw, c'mon, Case, you're incredibly sweet if you are blushing! If you're gonna stop blushing, I'm gonna stop flirting with you!"

Casey rolled the eyes.
"Geez, Tyler, stop it! You cannot stay here! It's dead alive!"

"Yeah, sure, and this is why you're already coming here for many years now!"

"Because I'm feeling safe here! Because nobody hurts me! But I'm not like you, Zeke! I love it to be alone! I don't want other people around me!"

Zeke narrowed his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully.
"Tell me the truth! Do I just remind you of the whole shit in Herrington? Would you like me to get out of here?"

For a while Casey kept quiet, thinking about it, but finally he slowly shook his head.
"No, not really. You're not like all the others. But ... "

Zeke grinned and stretched his hand out to him.
"Okay! Then stop hanging around so lazy. We have things to do!"

"We have what?"

"I guess, we should start with the fence. If we repair the broken pickets today, we could go and buy the paint tomorrow. Saturday we can do the painting!"

Casey snorted.
"Ähm, Zeke... you want the job! I just want to enjoy my vacation!"

"Just shut up! You're gonna help me. The faster we work the sooner we will be able to just hang around!"

"Great! I'm all thumbs when it comes to handiwork. I would just be in your way!"

Zeke reached for his hand and raised him up.
"C'mon, don't wimp out. We could make a deal out of it: The job in the morning, the fun in the afternoon. I'll teach you a bit for life - and you could share a few secrets about photography with me. What do you think about this?"

Casey's smile was a bit reserved.
"Do you really want to learn? You don't just pretending interest?"

Zeke shock his head.
"Naw. It's somehow interesting shit!"

And Casey's face brightened up more and more. He couldn't get it what was going on here, but one thing was all too obvious: Zeke would really stay here - just because of him!

go to Part 16
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, personal stuff, pictures
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