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Fan Fiction - Casey & Zeke - Wild & Untamed (Epilogue)

Hello F - List! I hope everyone can enjoy a nice, warm weekend at home - despite snowy and stormy and rainy weather.

So - Wild & Untamed - the epilogue. Hope you like.


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

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This story is written for romeny

Fourteen months later.

Zeke stood beside the office door and let his eyes wander through the garage. It had changed a lot during the last weeks. But now it was done. Nolan & Tyler - Oldtimer & Airbrushing. A lot of friends and customers had come to have a first look around.

Eric was standing beside the Chevolet Covair Convertible. A dream in dark-green with golden interior. Eric had worked on it for months. The result was worth it. The car was an eye-catcher and attracted the visitors attention. Zeke knew that Eric already got two attractive offers for the car - it would bring in a lot of money - if Eric was willing to accept it.

Near the Covair the Ford Mustang. Zeke's work. Maybe the best airbrush he had ever done. He had wanted something special. It had been Casey's idea to use motives from "Starwars". Everyone knew Starwars. Everyone loved Starwars. The car was surrounded by visitors too, almost younger ones, who were impressed by the precision of his work.

Zeke's look fell on Casey who was standing at the refreshment stall together with his mom. They were talking with Debbee who had agreed to play the hostess for their visitors for this afternoon. Zeke wondered if Mr. Connor would be around too. He hadn't seen him till now. Perhaps he had used his work as an excuse so that he didn't have to come.

Zeke sighed. He had never cared about what people thought about him. But these were Casey's parents and Casey loved them. While Mrs. Connor had taken him into her heart soon - which was not difficult - be nice to Casey and she will love you - Mr. Connor was still reserved. He accepted his relationship to Casey, but Zeke always felt his displeasure at it. Whether it was because of his past or because he had "made his boy to be gay" ... maybe both.


He turned round and there he was.
"Oh, hi, Mr. C."

"All this is really impressing. You've come a long way. I think, you can be proud of yourself!"

Zeke shrugged.
"I guess, I shouldn't take the credit for this. Actually it's still Eric's shop. I've just invested a bit money. A fund, my grandma put up for me when I was a baby, was paid-off at my birthday. Enough money for a few long overdue changes.

Casey did a lot more for the garage than me. The flyer which he has designed for us and the website ... without his help probably only half of the people would be here today."

Mr. Connor turned his eyes to the wall behind him. Casey had taken a series of pictures about Zeke and his work at the Mustang. They had enlarged the best to present them in the garage.
"He is good, huh," he said.

"Better! If business is slow, we can probably sell his art instead of our cars. Might save our asses ... upps, sorry."

Mr. Connor laughed slightly.
"So ... Casey has told us, he wants to leave Herrington soon. Will he move in with you?"

Oh no! Not this today! Zeke looked for help from Casey, but he was gone. He didn't want to upset his father. But he couldn't just back down too. He wanted to have Casey around more often. This was not asked too much, wasn't it?

Art school was great and Casey was happy that he finally could do what he really liked. But it was more time-consuming than Highschool. Not to mention the photo projects he did for friends and the website he had set up for the garage. Zeke himself worked hard too. The renovation was over now, but Zeke already had three orders for next week, one of them a full-car-airbrushing. It was much more than a simple full time job. He wouldn't complain. He loved what he did.

But he loved Casey too. He wanted to be together with him as much as possible. Finally he decided to answer honestly.

"We've talked about it, yeah. Sorry that you don't like it. But it's only reasonable, isn't it? Casey wastes so much time every day with going from Herrington to College and back again."

Mr. Connor looked at him thoughtfully, but not upset.
"It's not whether I like it or not, Zeke. It's just ... it was never easy for Casey. For all of us. All the bullying at school. No one was there to help him. And then ... this alien story. Didn't make it easier. His nightmares. The reporters ... I guess, I just want to keep him save."

"I know, you don't trust me," Zeke murmured.
"I was a prick back in school. I mean, I've never touched him, I just didn't care. But I would never hurt him again! We are together for over a year now. Though it was not always easy. But it's getting better. We are working on his nightmares, together with his shrink. Once a month I'm going with him. It helps to understand better. And the reporters start to lose interest. It's over two month that a mag called for an interview."

Mr. Connor nodded slowly.
"Zeke, I know, Casey means a lot to you! One year ago I couldn't believe that you would make it. You seemed to be such a shallow guy to me. But now I'm glad to admit that I was wrong."

He hesitated for a moment before he pulled him in into a short but sincere hug.
"Like I've said: you've come a long way. I'm proud of you, son!"

And Zeke knew he was blushing. Shit! He cleared his throat.
"Thanks ... hrm ... maybe ... Did you already had a look at the Corvair? You shouldn't miss this chance."

"Oh yes, might be interesting!"
Mr. Connor chuckled slightly.
"See you later, Zeke!"
With a last slap onto his back he went over to the cars.

"What was this?"

Zeke turned round when he heard Casey's voice.
"Next time when you tell your dad about moving in with me, please warn me," he said.

"Oh shit!"
Casey bit his lower lip.
"Sorry. I wanted to tell you this morning, but ... yeah. I was a bit distracted!"

Zeke grinned when he thought about their start into this day.
"Oh, yeah? I guess, then I will have to forgive you, huh?"

Casey looked still a bit unsure.
"He wasn't mad at you, was he?"

Zeke smiled.
"No! He said, he's proud of me ... and he called me 'son'!"
And he could see Casey's eyes going wide, though he tried to stay calm.

"Wow. That was about time. He can be so stubborn sometimes!"

"This runs in the family," Zeke chuckled and bent forward. All too near. Casey took a step back.

"Zeke," he warned him.
"We're not alone!"

"I don't care! Should we celebrate later?"

"You should! You're a businessman now! Eric said he's booked a table at 'Barley's' for tonight!"

"I was actually talking of later," Zeke whispered right into his ear.
"Can't stop thinking about it. Wanna fuck you in the Corvair!"

"Oh God! Shush!"

Casey looked around in panic though no one was near enough to understand his words. Zeke giggled hilariously. Today he just felt good. Life was perfect.

The end
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, wild & untamed
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