Title: Geek Out (WIP)
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: Mostly PG-13 to NC-17
Genre: Romance, some angst
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey and Zeke discover each other through science.
geek out.wpsTitle: Not Like This
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): dub-con, badbad!Casey
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey's selfish, and he knows it.
Author's Note: It's been brought to my attention that a few readers can't open/save the links properly, because the text gets f&cked up when they open it under certain programs. I work with Microsoft Work Word Processor; if you have that option, I suggest you use it. If NOT, well... I'll post the story right here. ;) This is a gift-fic for someone, so I may not post others this way, but... ugh, yea. Anyway.
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Casey knew it didn’t look all that suspicious, seeing as Zeke would drink himself to a stupor on most Friday nights, anyway. It’d been hard to wait for this opportunity, but it was different now; after all, it was Casey’s birthday, and he’d always told himself every May second he could have anything he wanted. In the deepest part of Casey’s brain, he was selfish and he knew it. He still felt some guilt as he egged Zeke on into having another rum and coke, going so far as to make it for him… making it light on the coke.
Zeke was already drowsy and giggly when he was handed the glass and he began sipping. Casey leaned on the back of the couch with his feet pulled up underneath him. His fingers ran through his hair; he was a mix of anticipation and nervousness. From what he knew of Zeke, he wasn’t into guys, but what would it matter later on? A warm, wet mouth was a warm, wet mouth, and it shouldn’t have mattered if it was a male or female performance.
“You’re drinking a lot,” Casey said.
“Hah… you’re feedin’ it to me,” Zeke replied.
“Yea. It’s a Friday, anyway.”
“And yer birthday,” Zeke said in a slur. He raised his glass and clinked it into Casey’s, whose drink of choice was just cola, nothing added. His concentration needed to be prime, of course, and alcohol would slow him down. Zeke, oblivious to Casey’s intentions then sipped away. Half the glass was finished before he began speaking again. “Y’know… should do this more…” He stopped to belch… “Ofern.”
“Yea, I think so, too.” Casey ran his tongue over his lips. He’d been breathing slow and long to force calm, causing them to dry.
They continued on this way; even with Casey’s overwhelming want, he didn’t want Zeke to need a hospital visit. Alcohol-poisoning wasn’t hot at all, even if Zeke was when he was pliant and wearing dreamy grins, like he was now. Casey watched as the older boy stretched his legs out; it made his shirt ride up, and with his low-slung jeans his belly was exposed, from above his navel to the start of coarse hairs. The dark urges were intensifying.
Finally, after four heavy drinks, Zeke’s eyes were narrowing more, his movements slow and unplanned. When the elbow that was propped on the arm of the couch slipped and caused his head to drop to the side, Casey saw his chance. “Maybe I should help you into bed.” He stood up from the couch and let out a shaky sigh. “You’re blasted to all hell.”
“I y’am, yea,” Zeke replied. He put out his hand. “’Elp me up.”
The moment Zeke was on his feet, Casey needed to hold his shoulders to keep him from falling forward. “Whoa,” he said with a nervous chuckle.
“Mmm, carry me,” Zeke said. He put his arms over Casey’s shoulders--it was almost too much.
‘Not here, not now,’ Casey thought. He somehow got Zeke straightened out and led him to the stairs. Getting him to step up was a chore, but it was worth it for what was about to come. Now at Zeke’s bedroom door, Casey pushed his side to it and brought them inside. “Here we go,” he said. The moment Zeke’s knees hit the bed he flopped down upon it.
“God,” he said into his pillow.
It was pure torture, watching Zeke’s body squirm over the sheets, wrinkling them as his hips pushed in and out. He moved to his back and put his arms above his head, all while smacking his lips lightly; it made Casey swallow and tremble. ‘Here it is. Do it…’ “Lemmee help you get undressed,” Casey said. Zeke chuckled erratically.
“I sleep m’jeans all time.”
“Not tonight. It’s uncomfy--c’mon.” Casey put his hands to the button and zip of Zeke’s pants; he almost jumped back when Zeke frowned and made to squirm away, but Zeke settled back down and groaned a little.
“Fine,” he mumbled.
It wasn’t as if Casey hadn’t seen Zeke undress before, as the boy didn’t mind changing in front of him. He always ran late and be rushing about his room to get ready for when he and Casey would have plans. Casey would always act impatient and bothered, when he secretly enjoyed the small glimpses of Zeke’s lean-muscled form. His chest was Casey’s favorite, even though he craved to see what had to be a glorious, good-sized cock. But Zeke had never gone that far, Casey always getting cheated when he’d keep his boxers on.
Tonight would be a treat--better than boxers, Casey slowly revealed Zeke’s hips to see a pair of jockeys, conforming to Zeke’s body nicely. Unable to wait any longer, Casey slipped the jeans down, enjoying it when Zeke lifted his hips and ass to ‘help’. The denim was pulled down and off, causing one of Zeke’s legs to fall open. The other one stayed bent up, but it swayed, allowing Casey to watch the fabric of his underwear tense against what looked to be… was he hard? Casey leaned forward to see; he was at least half-hard. Had Casey done that to him? He hoped for that.
“Let me…” Casey said with barely-hidden desire, now reaching to the hem of Zeke’s shirt.
“S’okay, I can…”
“Shh,” Casey shushed him gently. Zeke flinched but didn’t pull away when Casey lifted the shirt from his belly, up to his chest, his neck--until Zeke gave in, lifted his head and allowed the t-shirt to be removed.
The shudder than ran through Casey’s body went straight to his loins. It was like a boy-buffet, Zeke’s body looking soft, smooth and delicious. Casey hoped that Zeke’s delirium was strong enough to allow more. Without a word, Casey took up one of Zeke’s hands and placed it over his own groin. His wishes for sexual instincts were fulfilled when Zeke started moving his hand.
“Mmm…” Zeke hummed, obviously pleased with what he was doing. It was unbearable, and Casey’s body was too hot to keep himself clothed. It wouldn’t be too shocking for him to undress as well, as they’d planned for Casey to stay overnight.
“Shit… I forget my overnight bag.” Casey feigned frustration. “I guess… I’ll just sleep in my t-shirt.”
“Whatev.” Zeke’s reply showed his complacence. Even if he was drunk, it was an invitation--an allowance for Casey to get undressed.
“Spilled some soda on it, though. Eh, fuck it,” Casey said. He removed his jeans in a flash, threw off his shirt and laid down next to Zeke. Casey stared at his chest which rose and fell, his breathing starting to quicken as he continued rubbing himself. His next action made a lump form in Casey’s throat.
“Mmm,” Zeke hummed again as his legs opened wider; his hand pushed past the waist of his jockeys. Casey’s lips went even wetter with saliva, desire swelling more than ever.
“Go on,” Casey urged in a soft voice. It was quiet and subliminal enough that Zeke followed the instruction just fine. The head of his cock poked past the underwear; upon the sight of it, Casey could wait no longer. He shimmied down until his face was level with Zeke’s hard need. With gentle hands, Casey pulled the elasticized waist down until it was stretched along the tops of Zeke’s thighs. It was more gorgeous than Casey had ever imagined.
He slid a hand along the opposite thigh and caressed it. That was a definite, pleased moan escaping Zeke’s lips. Casey moved his mouth down and began kissing the soft, velvety shaft with a reverence. When he sneaked a glance up to Zeke’s face, he found the boy wearing a look of confusion.
“What you doin’… Casey?” he asked. His voice was still drowsy, convincing Casey that he didn’t know what was really going on. To make sure Zeke wouldn’t ask any more awkward questions, Casey let Zeke’s dick sink into his mouth until it almost reached the back of his throat. He’d practiced this enough--not on a real, living human male, but with <I>other things.</I> It paid off when Zeke stretched his neck taut and tensed his thighs. “Oh god,” Zeke said with a grunt. Casey upped the ante with a deep hum, causing Zeke to throw his head back even more. “Casey, wh-what… oh f-fuck.”
Casey pulled away and panted. He didn’t want to give Zeke too much; he wanted to tease enough to get Zeke to want it more and more, to possibly beg, gag for it. The jockeys needed to go; Casey pulled them down to Zeke’s feet, off and let them fall to the floor. He returned, crawling between Zeke’s calves to open them. When he was covering Zeke’s form entirely with his own, Casey slid his hands up his arms to his wrists then held them. His thumbs smoothed over the bottom of Zeke’s palms to the middle of them. “I’m gonna kiss you… you want that,” he said before pressing his lips against Zeke’s. He went slow at first, not wanting to startle Zeke sober. Zeke was huffing out sharp, quick breaths through his nose, all while keeping his lips stiff. Casey forced them to be pliant and soft under his, until the boy opened his mouth and let Casey inside.
There was no guilt, because Zeke honestly and truly wanted this didn’t he? Casey was convinced of it. Zeke was reacting, especially when Casey ground their cocks together. As if Casey wasn’t excited enough, he felt Zeke pushing back against the motion. “Like that?” Casey asked.
“Like--what, I…”
“Shh. Just enjoy it, Zeke,” Casey said.
“I… ungh… Casey,” Zeke mindlessly replied.
Not wanting anything more between them, Casey pulled his own underwear down, hoping his movements weren’t too jerky. He had to kneel between Zeke’s legs and finish removing them. Once he kicked them off his ankles he returned to Zeke, now making full contact. Casey began moving his hips harder than before, outright snarling with need. “Y-Yea,” he said with a shudder in his voice. When Zeke’s expression emoted more confusion, Casey caught a glimpse of--was it innocence?--in his eyes. He squashed down the guilt that almost reached him… no, Zeke wasn’t innocent. That’d be ridiculous, innocent? The young man had fucked too many girls to presume such a stupid notion. He LIKED fucking girls, and it made Casey angry. He’d almost worn his silk chemise and panties to confuse Zeke into thinking he <I>had</I> a girl on top of him, wanting ‘her’. Him. He’d chosen not to; this was enough. They were both sexual beings, and it didn’t matter if Casey had an ass instead of a cunt for Zeke to sink into.
Casey slicked his fingers with spit, reached behind himself and massaged the wet against and into his hole. It wouldn’t be as slick and easy as a girl, but it’d be enough. Zeke’s eyes were closed while Casey prepared himself, until he felt that enough work had been done. He slid himself up to straddle Zeke’s stomach, leaned down and put his lips to Zeke’s ear. “Fuck me, Zeke,” he said, the words coming out in gasps.
He didn’t like the confusion on Zeke’s face. Perhaps it meant that Zeke wasn’t going to actually initiate anything, no matter how much Casey wanted it. Feeling defiant, Casey lifted his ass up, took Zeke’s cock and positioned it himself. He was going to do this--he was actually here, in the now, ready to push Zeke inside of himself. ‘This isn’t right,’ was the next thought that sneaked into his head, hitting him like a battering ram as he sank down to envelop Zeke in tight, searing heat.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…” Zeke gasped repeatedly and pushed upwards. ‘Not right’ or no, Casey was getting what he’d wanted since seeing Zeke step off the bus and walk into Herrington Middle School. His innocent-at-first crush had been fives years too long, until it led him to madness--to this, his first time depending on a fucking drug. It wouldn’t matter later. If Zeke asked what had happened, he’d already planned answers that involved them roughhousing, or Zeke’s tumbling about the house and bumping into things… or there was that small chance of getting to embarrass him with an “Oh god… you just started jerking off… nothing I could do.” That could lead to some interesting things, Casey felt.
For now, Casey began stroking his dick in time with his downward thrusts. He was starting to lose it, as was Zeke. It pleased Casey to no end; Zeke liked this, he really did. He was moaning--perhaps not Casey’s name, but it was enough. Whatever happened, Casey’s boy needed to go first. “C’mon, baby,” Casey said. “Cum for me.”
Zeke grimaced and tensed his whole body, his hands gripping the tops of Casey’s thighs. His breathing was all gasps and jerking, pained moans, until his mouth opened, head tossed back, a loud and long series of groans… Casey felt the heat of his cum filling him, which drove him over the edge as well. It was a chorus of crazed, frantic moans, even screams, until everything settled and they were completely spent.
Casey had planned on falling to rest along Zeke’s body, but he didn’t. Perhaps it was the mess he’d left on Zeke’s belly, not wanting to mess his own… perhaps it was his not wanting to squish Zeke into recognizing what happened. He knew none of those were the reasons. There would be something perverse in enjoying the afterglow and pretending that Zeke was a lover. He wasn’t, and Casey’s heart was starting to break.
“I’ve…” Zeke said. He was blank-faced as he looked up at Casey. “Wanted that… years now.”
Everything stopped--heartbeat, breathing, muscle-control. Casey trembled until words finally found him. “Wha… me?”
A sad expression came on Zeke’s face. He put his hand against Casey’s cheek, cradling it. “But not like this.”
The revelation churned Casey’s insides. He closed his eyes and squeezed out tears. If he’d only had the courage, the balls to speak up…
“I’m sorry this happened,” Zeke said.
‘No. No. NO,’ Casey thought as he jumped from Zeke’s body and the bed. He didn’t care if he was wet, sweaty and stinking of sex; he needed to get into his clothes and get out.
“Casey, wait…” Zeke went to say, but Casey was gone even before he’d gotten his shirt on.
*END*