Title: Wild & Untamed (2/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke (no pairing)
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Note: This part follows directly Part one
Previous parts: one /
This story is for romeny
Zeke stared through the dim light of the hut over to Casey. He could feel the tension in him and made a grimace. What a little, scared nerd.
"What the hell are you doing here, Connor? You should stay at home with Mommy in this kind of weather!"
Casey decided to ignore the condescending undertone in Zeke's voice.
"I was out with my camera. The thunderstorm has surprised me. I just wanted to take shelter here until the storm is over. But ... sorry for bothering you ... I'm better gonna go now ... "
Zeke snorted slightly.
"Do you see anything here whereat you could bother me?"
Casey shrugged. He looked around carefully. No, he couldn't see anything extraordinary. The hut was nearly empty, besides of a few old wooden crates in one corner. But the pictures which were crossing his mind were alarming. With Zeke everything was possible. A secret drug lab? A hiding place for his illegal stuff? A love den?
"I don't know," he finally murmured.
"And I guess, I don't want to know at all! Why don't you just let me go?"
Zeke hesitated. No, he didn't want to be alone again. Well, it was not that off all guys he had wished Casey Conner for his company. Casey was ... Casey.
He was a good, unproblematic student - but except of some teachers no one at school really seemed to like him. Casey was invisible for most of his schoolmates - except maybe for Gabe and his football buddies who got their kicks by humiliating him. A few times they had tried to drag also Zeke into their games, but he had fast made clear that he was not interested in such "fun".
He was Mister Nice Guy, who always went home directly after school and who spent his spare time with sticking his nose into boring science books or behind his camera, taking stupid pictures whose sense nobody but he himself could understand.
What he was definitely not: a potential buyer for porn, drugs and booze. No, Casey was no one Zeke usually dealt with ...
... even if he had to admit that he had the biggest, blue eyes he had ever seen.
And at this moment he was the only one who could distract him from the storm outside, which had still gained force during the last minutes. Zeke felt his stomach cramping up when he listened to the howl of the wind, the patter of the rain, the knocking of the branches against the thin walls of the hut.
"Fuck," he cursed, when he tried to shut out the pictures flashing through his mind.
Casey's voice sounded halting and questioning.
"What the hell do you want?"
His voice was harsh and angry and made Casey just want to run away. A furious Zeke Tyler was no one he wanted to tangle with.
"I really should go now!"
Zeke jerked around and blocked his way to the door.
"Oh, stop it," he hissed.
When he saw Casey wincing, he took a deep breath. Breathing! Just breathing! If he scared him even more, he would definitely run away.
"Don't be stupid, Connor! Can you hear the rain? You're gonna get soaked to the skin, if you run out now!"
Casey sighed slightly. He knew Zeke was right. Of course it was better to wait here until the storm calmed down a bit. He just wished, he would be alone here or at least with another guy. Zeke's behavior was even stranger than ever and he didn't knew how to deal with him. Maybe it would be best just to ignore him ...
"So, what's up with your next photo project?"
Zeke's unexpected question disconcerted Casey completely.
"Photos, Connor! You've told me, that you were taking photos when the storm surprised you!"
"Well, tell to me about it!"
Zeke's voice sounded a bit impatient.
"You like talking about it, don't you?!
Casey swallowed and tried to understand. There must be a reason, a good reason, why Zeke didn't want him to leave this hut and why he suddenly showed interest in him. Casey had learned that there always was a reason if someone suddenly was interested in him ... and mostly it was not a pleasing one.
"What do you want, Zeke," he asked.
He heard him giggling a bit.
"I just try to make a bit conversation!"
"Bullshit! You've never been interested in me, Zeke, and you give a shit about my photoprojects. You don't need to ..."
A loud clap of thunder interrupted him, followed by a flashy lightning. For a split second he saw Zeke cringing. And he heard him cursing.
"Jesus fucking christ!"
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