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Fan Fiction - Casey & Zeke - Wild & Untamed (51 / ???)

Hello F-List! Hello to everyone who is still in love with Casey & Zeke! I hope all of you are okay and there is a bit time for more "Wild & Untamed". Have fun!


Title: Wild & Untamed (51/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine

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This story is written for romeny

Before you read this part - please notice the following: this is just fan-fiction. It's based on "The Faculty", but it's not really movie conform. I'm naughty enough to make necessary changings in the storyline ;)

I love you!

Zeke tried to remember, when he had heard these words before in his life. His mother had said them to him when he was still a little boy - but then she had left him, as if it meant nothing at all. Girls liked to groan these words when he fucked them - but the very next day they disappeared again out of his life and his thoughts.

I love you!

He felt annoyance climbing up in himself. Did Casey really think that he was stupid enough to fall for it? He couldn't believe that he was that shallow. They had spent great times together. He left him deeper into his life than anyone before. Because he trusted him. Because he was different than the others. And now this.

I love you!

The same hollow phrase, used by everyone to manipulate others. His anger changed into disappointment. And he had started to believe that it meant something.

Casey's voice tore him out of his thoughts.
"Can I come in?"

No! Fuck off! Leave me alone!
"Sure," he said instead of this.

When Casey entered the bedroom, he turned away and reached for his cigarettes. Normally he didn't like smoking in here, but in the moment everything was fine just to keep him busy.

"I've called Debbee," said Casey.

Zeke refused to look at him. It was enough to hear his voice. He sounded so quiet and calm now. As if he had left the whole tension behind which had bothered him during the last hours.
"For what?"

"She's gonna come and bring me home."

Home? His head jerked around. He wanted to leave? Now?
"But ... the reporters! You will run right into them!"

Casey smiled. He smiled! Fuck, there was no reason to smile, right?
"I think, they will have given up in the meantime. If not ... I'm gonna deal with them. Can't hide here forever.

It was nice what you did today, Zeke. Bring me here and listen to me. It has helped to put a few things into the right light, you know. I guess, I needed to tell you about Marybeth before I finally can move on. But ..."

His mind drifted off. Nice? He didn't even know the meaning of the word 'nice'. And he didn't want to be nice. He wanted to be all for him: his friend, his confidant, his lover. He wanted to be there for him, listen to him, protect him. Not only today. He wanted to be together with him. He wanted ... fuck ... he wanted that it meant something when Casey said:

I love you.

Even if it was stupid.

"... do anything against my feelings ... you don't like ... new life ... better to go home now."

This brought him back into reality. His heart was in his mouth. 'Don't go! If you mean it, please, don't leave me,' he begged silently. But he couldn't get a word out. He had never been good with words.

Hesitating, nearly against his own will, he stretched his hands out. Casey didn't shrug back when he put them around his face. His thumbs stroked gently over his cheeks. So warm and soft. Suddenly Zeke thought of what Stokes had told him this afternoon. About the scars Marybeth had left onto Casey's face. He shuddered. Touched him again. The nose, the forehead, the eyes. It was just Casey he could feel. His unharmed, smooth skin.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. It was too much. He didn't want to imagine how much Casey had suffered. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened if he hadn't stood up at the last minute. Stood up for him, Zeke!

With a jerk he pulled him into his arm and held him tight. Until his mouth found Casey's. Lips opened, tongues touched, got tangled up as if they wanted to separate never again. So long he had waited for this, all too long. Who cared about yesterday? Who cared about tomorrow? Everything what counted was the here and now, was Casey. Casey who lay in his arms and whimpered slightly. His fingers dug into his back that it hurt. He could feel him, smell him, taste him. Zeke closed his eyes and took it all in.

Did it last only for seconds? Minutes? Hours? He didn't know. Until a knocking at the door brought him back on earth again. Casey squirmed around in his arms to come free. No! He tried to ignore it. Wanted to deepen the kiss even more. He wouldn't let him go. He couldn't!

"Zeke," Casey groaned and turned his head to break the kiss.
"It's Debbee! I need to go!"

Finally Zeke loosened his grip a bit and looked at him. Casey made no attempt to stand up. His chest rose and fell visibly. His eyes were big as saucers. His mouth slightly open, his lips moist and deep red from their kiss. Zeke smirked. At least he could read these signals. It was so much easier to understand than feelings and words.

"You don't wanna go," he murmured.
"You need it as much as I do!"

Casey sighed.
"That's not particularly clever, Zeke!"

"I couldn't care less, baby blue," he said.
"I've already missed you far too long!"

Gently he pushed him onto his back and bent over him. Casey didn't protest any longer, when he started to unbutton his shirt with deftly fingers.

go to part 52
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, wild & untamed
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