And now ... Pictures ... as ever. OMG, it's Part 20 now, I can't believe it.
Title: Pictures (20 / 32 )
Fandom: Casey / Zeke ( no pairing ??? hmmm )
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
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"What ... what are you doing?"
"You can see it, don't you?"
"You want to leave for good?"
"Yeah, back to Herrington. I think, it's time to go home. It was quite clear, that I wouldn't stay here for the whole vacation, wasn't it?"
Casey could only stare at him bewildered.
"No ... no, it wasn't clear to me. You ... you like to be here, don't you?"
"Hm, well, it was quite nice," Zeke murmured and stuffed a few T-shirts into his backpack.
"It's because of Brian, right? You are furious about me because I've met him!"
"About you? Fuck, no! You're much too good for this world. But I'm furious about him, because he is a fucking prick, who tries to take you in with nice words and empty promises."
"He didn't, Zeke! I just happened to bump into him in the diner and we have had a coffee together. That's all!"
"A coffee? For over two hours? I've seen it, Casey. He flirted with you all over the time ... and you fucking enjoyed it. ... If I dare to flirt just a bit, you can't even look at me and you give me a wide berth ... Oh fuck!"
Casey had heard the change in his voice. He sounded quieter and sad when he spoke about his flirting with Casey. His heart beat faster when he thought about it. It almost sounded as if his flirtation attempts had been more then just a bit teasing, like Casey had always seen them.
"What do you mean," he whispered.
Zeke stared at him. His eyes sparkled so furiously that Casey would have nearly backed away from him. But finally he withstood his intimidating gaze. He had to know.
"Damn, Casey, do you really need everything explained to you? I'm an idiot, a goddamned idiot who thought, that all he had to do was give you enough time for you to finally grasp it. I want you, Casey, I so fucking want you. But I didn't want to push you too much. I didn't want to freak you out ...
Do you wanna hear something stupid? It was all right to wait. We were together, we had a lot of fun. And this was enough, y'know. For the first time in my damned life I was ready to wait for someone.
And you ... this kiss yesterday. It was so wonderful, Casey. You were so near to me. It felt so good ... and for a moment I hoped you would feel the same like me ...
But you just run away once again. And today ... hmpf ... you can trust a guy you hardly know more than me? With him you feel safe, from him you don't run away ... I should have known better!"
Casey gasped for breath. He didn't know what he should think or say. In his mind he repeated only one sentence over and over again: I want you, Casey, I so fucking want you.
"Oh God, Zeke, I ... I don't know what ... " he finally stammered.
Zeke lifted his hand and interrupted him.
"Stop it, Casey! Better to say nothing now."
Suddenly he sounded tired and exhausted, he had enough of wrong hopes, dreams, fights. He had never thought, that one day he would long to return to the loneliness of his house in Herrington, but in this moment he did.
"Do both of us the favor and let me finish the packing. It's the best, believe me! We need a bit distance for a while!"
But Casey shook the head.
"No! I don't want you to go! You're my friend, Zeke. I need you!"
Zeke forced himself to smile.
"Oh, c'mon, Case. Don't make a drama out of it. I will always be there for you, if you really need me. But you're so strong, Casey. You're gonna make it alone. Just believe in yourself and you can get everything you want!"
Casey hesitated for a moment. Zeke wanted him! Casey swallowed. Zeke wanted to go! Casey stared directly into his eyes. He wanted him, too! Casey took a deep breath. He wouldn't let him go!
"I want you to fuck me!"
For a moment it was deadly silent. Casey's heart was pounding in his ears. He dared no longer to look at Zeke. He had said it, he had really said it. Why the hell he'd done it, he didn't even know himself. And what would happen next, only depended on Zeke.
"This is one of the sweetest things you've ever said, Casey ... and more or less the most stupid one," he murmured after a while.
"You've said, you want me," Casey whispered.
Zeke stretched out his hand and put it carefully onto Casey's cheek.
"Case! Yesterday you run away from me just because of a little kiss. Today you wanna tell me that you are ready to fuck with me? Why?"
Casey looked at him uncertain.
"Because ... well ... I want to know ... And I would like it ... I guess!"
Zeke shook his head and chuckled slightly.
"You guess? Oh God! Stupid, little boy. You would really do it, wouldn't you? Is it so important to you that I stay here?"
Casey swallowed. He felt the truth behind Zeke's words. Yes, he dreamed of it. He imagined how it would be, together with a guy, together with Zeke. But there were things, he didn't understand, things, which freaked him out.
He knew, Zeke was experienced if it came to stuff like this. He was together with other girls and guys before. And he was good, if he could believe the rumors he picked up at school from time to time. Everything Casey knew, he had from the internet and from magazines. And not everything he saw and heard he found pleasing.
Well, of course, there also was this day last summer, together with Brian. If he closed his eyes he could see him. He was handsome and really sexy. He liked what he saw. But he saw him with the eyes of a photographer, he was just an interesting model and a nice guy. That was all.
When he tried to imagine Zeke it was different. He remembered clearly the day he had caught a glimpse of him. It was after the gym and it wasn't more than a second, or two. All the others were gone, Casey was alone in the locker room, when Zeke came out of the shower. He was buck naked, rubbing his hair with his towel. Casey gasped, Casey felt his cheeks becoming red hot and his dick harden. He fled out of the locker room and locked himself up into a toilet stall. It was one of the rare times he had skipped a lesson.
He could feel Zeke's look resting on him and blushed. Fortunately his jeans were baggy enough to hide the bulge he had build up while thinking about it. Only Zeke could do this to him.
Even if he wasn't sure what Zeke would expect from him, he wanted to give it a try. Maybe he would do it wrong. Maybe it would hurt. But everyone seemed to like it, right? Everyone knew about it, everyone talked about it. At least finally he would also know how it felt. It was high time to grow up a bit ...
Zeke had said, he wanted him, wanted him, wanted him. Zeke wouldn't leave him, if he got what he wanted, right? So it was worth to risk it ...
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