Really, I don't know what to think about it. To write this one sometimes was a challenge. With a lot ups and downs. Fun on one hand - stressful on the other one. I got stuck more than once. I was ready to give up more than once. I always found the way back. But now it's time to let it go. And I don't know what will come next. If I will ever be able to write again. There are some ideas - for shorter and for longer stories - but I'm not sure if I will be able to write them. If I should write them.
Whatever. Thank you to everyone who followed me through this story. Love you all!
Title: Wild & Untamed (53/53)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
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This story is written for romeny
While Casey stared at him dumbfound, Zeke narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you dare it!"
Casey swallowed hard and felt disappointment rising up. No, of course not! What did he expect? That Zeke would put up his ass into the air just for him? He should have known better. But today everything had been so different. Everything seemed possible ...
"Don't you dare it," repeated Zeke.
"... to tell me that you can't do this! That you don't want it! Because you do!"
His fingers moved down in slow circles, tickled one of the already hardened nipples, slid deeper to tease the bellybutton and finally stopped, when he reached Casey's erection. He barely touched him, though Casey yearned for more contact.
"You have a nice dick, do you know this," Zeke whispered close to Casey's ear.
"Let me feel it. You want this, right? You like my ass! You want to know how it feels to fuck it."
Casey groaned helplessly and squeezed his eyes shut. His cock twitched and hardened even more - if this was at all possible.
"Zeke, please," he whimpered.
"Don't do this! Stop kidding me!"
"Shut up," Zeke murmured and reached for his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and started to kiss and lick his middle finger, the fingertip first, but quick he started to suck, to make it wet and slippery. Casey blinked nervously. Hot. Strange. But hot. He could imagine it: his finger in Zeke's ass instead his mouth. Fucking hot. Breathtaking hot.
When he was sure, that he couldn't stand it any longer, that he would explode right here and now and it would be over before it began, Zeke took his hand and brought it down to his back.
"Your turn, baby blue," he murmured hoarsely, still holding his hand, pressing it slightly against his cleft.
"I want you! Put it in! Make me ready for more!"
Casey glanced at Zeke, but he had closed his eyes, his expression was almost unreadable. But he meant it, right? He could feel Zeke's puckering hole under his fingers and he knew, he wanted this. He had always wanted it. Carefully he started to stroke his butt, so soft and warm. Returned, his finger moved softly in small circles around Zeke's cleft.
He could hear Zeke's breathing quicken, but he didn't move. Finally he dared to put in his middle finger - only the tip first, but it was enough to feel how hot and tight Zeke was. Tighter than expected, hotter than expected, much better than expected. He felt even more dizzy when he shoved his finger in deeper ... and deeper. He felt muscles clenching around his finger and he knew Zeke was holding the breath now.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Try to relax, baby. I'm gonna be careful."
Zeke chuckled slightly.
"I know," he murmured and pecked him slightly onto his temple.
"Move a bit. Let me feel it!"
There was no need to say it twice. Without thinking Casey's finger started to slip in and out, in and out, careful and slowly first, but he quickened the pace soon, when he felt Zeke relaxing a bit. He could hear someone groaning - but he was not sure if it was Zeke or he himself. It was intoxicating. Casey felt as high as if he had snorted two pens of scat.
He finally stopped when Zeke pulled him down to kiss him.
"More," he asked.
Zeke took a deep breath.
Casey felt like giggling when he reached for the tube of lube. Two fingers were soaked up quick and he returned to Zeke's behind. All to massage his inside, to open him up, to make him ready.
Zeke threw his head back, one hand searched for holt onto the bed-post.
"Oh Fuck," he gasped when two fingers slipped back into his anus.
For the second time this night Casey had the feeling, the world around would not exist any longer. However, this time it was different than before. He had fucked Zeke Tyler. He had shoved his dick deep into his tight, hot hole. And it had been breathtaking.
Not only that he had made him moan, cry, whimper. Zeke had begged him: "More." "Deeper." "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." And he did. He had managed to last. He didn't come until Zeke had come first. Afterward he collapsed onto Zeke's chest. He was still struggling with air, but he somehow managed it to put his arms around Casey and hold him.
After a while he nudged him gently.
"Up. Cigarette. Now!" he gasped.
Casey rolled onto his side and pulled the face when he felt the wet, sticky, now cooling mess all over his chest and belly.
"Uah," he groaned.
"I think, bathroom first!"
Zeke reached for his cigarettes and shook his head.
"No! Can't move!"
Casey giggled and left the room. When he came back, fresh and clean now, he had a wet washcloth and a towel in his hand to clean up Zeke too. The young man had leaned back onto the bed, eyes closed, smoking his cigarette. When Casey had finished his task he finally opened his eyes and reached out for him.
"Come here," he said and smiled.
Casey crept back onto the bed and into strong arms again. Zeke kissed him slightly.
"And now ... tell me! Where the hell have you learned to fuck like this?"
He chuckled when he saw Casey becoming deep red. Some things would probably never change.
"I've practiced," he murmured and tried to avoid Zeke's eyes.
The grin deepened.
"You have: what?"
Casey shrugged, looking back at him now with defiant sparkling eyes.
"Well ... we didn't meet often, right? I've missed you. When I jerked off I couldn't stop thinking about you. When I thought of your ass ... I shot my load in an instant ... It was embarrassing. ... So, I started to practice ..."
Zeke giggled and Casey glared at him annoyed.
"What? Do you wanna complain?"
"No! You're just too fucking cute," Zeke said.
"I always knew, that you can do this. Remember that day, when you asked me, if there is anything I've never done before but what I would like to do one day? I've told you that you would find out when you are ready for it."
Casey smiled and snuggled a bit closer into his arms. This was when he realized what Zeke had just told him. He stiffened in every movement.
"Ähm ... you're kidding me, right?"
"Kidding you? No!"
Casey took a deep breath.
"Zeke! You've ... you've just told me that you are ... you are still a virgin!"
Zeke pulled him back into his arms to hold him tight.
"Not anymore, baby blue," he said.
"Not after all you've done tonight!"
Casey struggled against his arms. He stared at him wide-eyed. This needed a moment to sink in. He had fucked Zeke Tyler. A virginal Zeke Tyler. Never ever he had expected this. Zeke was experienced. Zeke had fucked with other boys ... and girls ... before. Zeke knew everything about sex. Of course, he normally was the guy on the top. He was much too afraid to lose control. He trusted no one. Maybe it was not that a big surprise. You needed to trust someone when you let him fuck you. He trusted Zeke. Zeke trusted him ... He was the first who had fucked Zeke Tyler ... Holy shit! What if ...
Zeke's voice tore him out of his rotary thoughts.
"Don't worry! I knew what I do. I've missed you, Case. I needed to feel you. I wanted it!"
"But ... why didn't you tell me?"
"For what? To bring the roses, the candles and the champagne? I don't need this shit!"
"I ... I could have been more careful. I wouldn't have hurt you," he murmured.
Zeke reached for his hands which were trembling slightly.
"I didn't want you to think too much about it. I wanted to feel you like I've never felt anyone before. Did it hurt? I don't know. I don't care.
What do you want, huh? Do you want me on the bed, ass up and all? Wanna blindfold and bind me? Go ahead, Case, and I'm gonna beg you for more. Because with you I feel safe like I never did before."
Casey felt his heart beating faster, his mouth was dry when he looked at Zeke and he knew, every single word was true. This was more than his usual teasing and flirting ...
"Zeke," he whispered.
"You ... don't need to say shit!"
Zeke put his thumb on Case's mouth and stroked his cheeks gently.
"Love you too, baby blue! No shit!"
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