Title: Highspeed to love (13/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
Rating: NC 17 ;)
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ? ;)
Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / tbc
Zeke tossed and turned around in bed. Finally he gave up. Maybe another cigarette might help. The third in the last thirty minutes. He couldn't sleep tonight. Too much to think about.
The fight with Ben. He felt bad about it. Had he overreacted? Of course, there was no excuse for what Ben had done to Casey. But Zeke knew, this was not the reason why he had kicked him out.
"Do you want to put you dick into his stupid ass too?"
He couldn't get over it. Did Ben really believe that he was gay? How laughable. Hadn't he proved often enough that the girls went crazy over him? In the past he had spent no Saturday night alone. Today...
Today he couldn't get the pictures out of his head. Casey with Adam. Kissing. Casey in the backroom with these pizza-boy. Fucking. He wondered how many others guys there still had been.
How would it feel to kiss a guy? Zeke knew how to kiss. At least the girls had never complained. But would it be different with a guy? With ... Casey? His lips looked warm and soft. And his eyes - amazing.
Fuck! Feeling moody Zeke stubbed out his cigarette and switched off the light. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? Casey was gay - okay - but he had never suggested that Zeke was more than a friend for him. Thanks god. He was not into guys! This bullshit needed to stop. Now! He needed to find at least a little rest. It was already after midnight. Monday. Working day. Slow business, but without Ben ...
He opened his eyes when Casey slipped under the cover beside him. Stop! What ... ? A hilarious giggle was to be heard.
"Do you want me, Zeke?"
He felt his mouth becoming dry when Casey's fingers carefully touched his chest.
"I know you want me!"
The answer was easy enough. Without thinking he fiercely pulled him into his arms. The kiss was demanding, nearly rough. No hesitation any longer. Only Casey. Smell him, feel him, taste him. A deep, satisfied sigh when he pulled him even closer. He felt so warm and soft.
Zeke's hand acted almost on its own will. Found its way under Casey's silly Bugs Bunny T-shirt which he always wore for sleeping. Casey's deep groaning when he reached his nipples and squeezed them hard was breathtaking.
Zeke felt himself getting hard and harder, pressed his groin against Casey's. Eagerly the boy answered the movement and pushed upwards. His dick was hard too. With one hand Zeke jerked down his boxers, Casey's followed in an instant. He needed to feel it, flesh to flesh, cock to cock. Sheer madness.
Their lips met once again. Desperate. Greedy. Wet tongue, soft lips, sharp teeth. All Casey's. His fingers dug into Casey's butt cheeks. The boy cried out. But Zeke knew, it was not a cry of pain, but a request for more. A request he was more than ready to satisfy. All too long he had waited for it.
Two fingers were pushed into Casey's tight hole. Warm. Hot. More. Without hesitation. No reason to think about it.
Casey stared up at him with great, deep blue eyes.
"Fuck me," he begged.
Zeke hold his breath. Just for a second.
It took too long. He grabbed for Casey's hips, flipped him over onto his stomach. The head in the cushions, the ass - his wonderful ass - soft, white cheeks up in the air. Ready. Ready for everything.
Without hesitation Zeke positioned his cock ...
He rudely awoke, gasping for air. The sheets onto his bed felt messy and damp. His cock was still half hard and achy. And he was alone.
"Holy shit," murmured Zeke.
Since he had been a teenager he had never had such wild, wet dreams again. At thirteen, fourteen the girls from school had controlled his dreams, of course. Delilah Profitt, cheerleader and the hottest bitch of all. At least up to their first date. It had been a flop. He had made a fool out of himself. But he had learned quickly. Attained cult status as the bad boy at school, dealer, seducer ... He had never dreamed about a girl again.
And now?! Casey! A guy! He could still feel him into his arms. Just a dream. Fucking stupid. But so much better than everything he had ever felt into a girl's arms.
Nearly against his own will he reached for his cock. He needed the relief so badly. And he started to jerk off. Quick and enthusiastically. The eyes squeezed shut again. He could still hear Casey crying with pleasure - just in his mind - but when his climax reached him, he shot his load up to his chest.
"Holy shit," he groaned once again, when he had finished to clean himself up, still out of breath.
Finally he grabbed for a cigarette. Tonight he wouldn't go back to sleep again. That was for sure.
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