I hope everyone around here is enjoying an wonderful sunday and maybe have at least a bit fun with this chapter.
Title: Highspeed to love (27/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
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 / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / tbc
After all what Zeke had told him yesterday the call was a surprise.
"Hello. I'm Pete Miller's daughter. Our lawyer has told us, that you needed to talk to us because of the garage?"
Casey had tried to keep a level head and to explain her what had happened as calm as possible.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she had said ... and in the end she had agreed to give Zeke four more weeks with the outstanding payments.
"But we expect the normal installment at the 15. next month. I'm sorry, but if he's not able to keep the business running now, how will he ever be able to pay us on time?
Maybe it's better for him to give up business and try to find a solid job. We are willing to release him from the contract and even to return a part of the payments he's already made."
Casey had thanked her and hung up. He knew there was no chance for Zeke to make this. As long as he was in the hospital there would be no money to come in. And even when he finally left it he would have to take it slow first. To give up the garage seemed to be a reasonable decision, the money they wanted to give him back would be welcome ... but Zeke loved this garage. It was more than just a job. It was his dream, his life ... This was so unfair.
Casey felt low when he entered the hospital. He had so wished to have better news for him. But his mood changed when he noticed Zeke's smile. He looked still a bit pale, but it was a smile. So much better than yesterday's dark mood.
"Hey ... baby," Zeke greeted him.
Casey giggled. This was so good to hear, but still a bit strange. They hadn't talked much more yesterday. Zeke had been too worn out. But the way he looked at him when Casey had grabbed for his hand and squeezed it reassuring had told him enough. Zeke had drifted off soon, but Casey had stayed until the nurse had told him that it was time to go.
"Hey. You're looking good. Could get some rest?"
"Yeah. Things are a lot clearer today."
Casey hesitated one more second, then he bent forward for a quick kiss. Zeke's lips felt hot and dry and he tasted a bit like medicine, but Casey couldn't care less. He felt almost high. For the first time he was kissing his boyfriend!
"I've missed you," Zeke murmured.
"Missed you too. You've scared my to death, do you know this?"
Zeke brushed a strand of hair out of Casey's forehead.
"I didn't want to ... It was just too much. I was so waiting for you to come back from Akron. Then ... this letter ... I was not sure about anything in my life any longer ..."
He kept quiet for a moment.
"You're not here just because you feel sorry for me, right? You mean it!"
One more kiss, still careful, he surely didn't want to hurt him, but intense enough to show how much he wanted, needed him.
"Does this feel like mercy?"
"Makes me hot," Zeke grinned.
"Wanna fuck you! Come to bed!"
Casey almost jumped. Was he serious?
"But ... hospital ... the nurse ... We can't ...," he stuttered.
"I'm afraid you're gonna still have to wait for a week or two. But when I'm back home again, I promise, I'm gon ..."
He stopped, his eyes darkened. A deep breath, then he turned his head away. Shit! Casey cursed silently. He had been in such a good mood. But the thought of going home, back to his garage, had brought back the acid reality.
"Zeke? Zeke, c'mon. We will figure someth..."
"Stop it, Casey!"
His voice sounded so harsh, it almost hurt.
"Stop this bullshit!"
Casey sighed and bit his lower lip nervously. No! Not again!
At least Zeke had turned back to him again.
"I don't wanna talk about it, okay? It makes me so angry. This stupid appendix!"
He shrugged helplessly.
"Face it, Casey, it's over! I will get over it and move on. I'm a good mechanic, I'm sure I will be able to find a job in ... another work-shop. I'm lucky, y'know? I can do what I like to do ... and after work I can go home and ..."
He stopped and smiled slightly.
"... you will be waiting for me !?"
Casey hurried to nod. Though it was not sure what the future had in store for them.
"See! Lucky! This is more than a lot other people have!"
Zeke sounded so calm now and it was good that he tried to accept the hard facts. But Casey knew, deep inside he was still struggling with it. It never was easy to give up your life's dream, especially not when you have had it already in your hands. This was not fair! Zeke had worked so hard for it and he had achieved a lot. There must be a way. They just needed to find it ...
An instant later he was in Zeke's arms, his head on his shoulder, sniffing. He hold him, stroked his back, whispered to him.
"Hey, baby, don't! It's gonna be okay!"
This was weird. Zeke was there for him and tried to give him comfort. But it should be the other way around. He ...
"Hrm ... boys? Lunch!"
The voice made him jump up. He jerked around and stared at the orderly who was standing at the door with a tray in her hands. Her face was slightly red. No as red as his own was, Casey was sure of it. Then he heard it. Zeke was ... chuckling?! What the fuck ...
"Thanks," Zeke said.
"What is it? A steak? I'm feel hungry as hell!"
The orderly finally put the tray onto the table beside the bed.
"Ähm ... just oatmeal gruel. Oatmeal gruel, water and toast today, but the doctor says tomorrow we can start with the normal food."
Zeke pulled the face.
"Great," he grumbled.
"Casey? Think you can be a good boyfriend and smuggle in a few goodies? Like your Muffins?"
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