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~*Happy Not-Late-But-Late-In-The-Day Birthday, ink_gypsy!*~
I'd hoped to make it under the wire! Happy almost-over birthday, hunny. I hope you've spent the day doing exactly what you wanted, with loads of treats and love. :) Here's some love, all for you!
*squish*!
Title: Buddy-Night
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Seven-hundred dollars goes a long way, in Casey's world.
Casey walked into the house and noticed two things right off. The first was how there was a small but uncomfortable chill in the house, resembling the cooling autumn weather Casey had just left, when it was normally warm. Zeke almost always had the heat cranked-up, even when he was out, due to the high ceilings and wide-open spaces. It took a lot to get the place warm, even if you were next to the floor vents.
The second... “Is that smoke?”
“Yea. I got the fireplace going.”
Casey paused in getting his jacket off. “Fire... place?”
Nodding, Zeke sighed and said, “The tank's only running on fumes, so it's off; that's what I get for leaving the heat on all the time. The guys I have an account with can't make it up 'til Monday, sooo...” He drawled and went over to the living room. “I set up a 'den' in here.”
“Oh. Cool,” Casey said, even though his nerves were firing off in all directions. It'd been a wonder, Zeke not noticing how Casey mooned over him. He'd keep himself in check as best he could, but he'd slipped up too many times and gazed too long, or make unneeded comments-like two days before, when Zeke walked into school looking tousled, everything awry.
“'Woke up about five minutes ago... I look like shit, must SMELL like shit, too,” Zeke had said, but Casey begged to differ. Zeke looked even hotter than usual in his baggy jeans and wrinkled white t-shirt, one he'd probably slept in. His hair, something he was growing-out rather than chopping at with scissors haphazardly, carried a wonderful mix of bedhead and opened-car-window. When Zeke got to Casey's side to walk to their homerooms, there was an unmistakeable scent of freshly-laundered sheets and light sweat.
“You smell good,” Casey had said, immediately wanting to jump off the top bleacher by the football field, land on the cement and die for blurting something so obvious and stupid. Guys didn't tell their guy-friends 'you smell good.' Yet as always, Zeke remained oblivious. Perhaps it'd been his rush to get there, missing the morning coffee he'd stop to get on the way to school that numbed him to what Casey had said; whatever it'd been, Casey had been thankful for it.
With all that going on, Casey had arrived for his and Zeke's 'Saturday Night Stayover', the ritual of kicking back with snacks, a few beers and sodas while watching late-late-night B-movies on the local TV station until they couldn't keep their eyes open. Only this time, they'd do it with a roaring fire in the hearth, as if it wasn't one of the most romantic things couples enjoyed.
Everything got worse when Casey walked in and saw not just the crackling flames, but a large, circular mattress lying a bit away from the brick landing. “That's... fuckin' huge,” he said.
“Yea. I tried sleeping on the couch bed last night, cos' like hell I'm sleeping upstairs. Too damned cold. But I woke up and needed a few hundred Advils after sleeping on a one-inch thick mattress all night,” Zeke explained. “So I went out for an air mattress to use instead. Only I got super-stupid and spent almost seven-hundred dollars on a friggin' water-mattress, instead.”
“Huh??” Casey's jaw lowered slowly before replying, “That's insane!”
Zeke smirked as he moved to the bed, knelt down and slid over it. “No shit. But worth it. Go on, try it.”
'Try it' meant that Casey was going to be getting on a fucking water-bed circle with the guy he'd crushed on for years now. It was usually a bunch of pillows and throw-blankets thrown on the floor when they'd hang out, the thick rug underneath offering enough cushion. Nice enough, but it didn't come with a romantic-air... not like this new arrangement. Still, the thing DID look comfortable.
Mere comfort switched to divine when Casey finally joined the older boy. “Wow,” he muttered as his body smoothed and settled over the bouncy-but-beautiful bed.
“Nice, huh?”
“Still stupid-expensive. And shouldn't you put that out?” Casey motioned the the cigarette Zeke had just lit. “Might make a hole in this thing and flood the fucking house.”
“N'aw, this thing could survive an atom bomb explosion, and I'm careful. See?” Zeke replied. He moved his arms over a large pillow and hovered his hands over the ashtray he'd brought over. Zeke gave Casey the smile people would pay to see, the one Casey loved most and said, “Let me roll off and grab the goods. Switch the tube on.”
Casey nodded slowly and took the offered remote, while Zeke turned over to get his knees on the floor then rise up to walk off. There was nothing like watching Zeke walk away. Casey bit down on his lip, having to steel himself for the long, long night ahead.
~*~
It wasn't as awkward as Casey had predicted, at least not to the degree he's thought it'd get. Even with his longing for more than just a 'buddy night', the movies were particularly cheesy, more than usual; the popcorn, made fresh in Zeke's ancient popcorn-popper was extra-delicious; the one beer Casey allowed himself had turned into two... so on, so forth. It was attributed to the new and improved environment Zeke had set-up, of course.
“Maybe I can trick my parents into buying one of these,” Casey said. Zeke chuckled.
“Sure, that'll happen,” he said. He reached over to the giant bag of Skittles, poured a handful out then handed them to Casey, who was grateful for the sugar-high the candy brought. No way did he want to fall asleep too early, not tonight. “I dunno if I'll keep this thing out full-time or not, once I get the tank filled.”
“No, don't...” Casey said in a whinier voice than he'd wanted. He sighed and chuckled it off. “LOVE this thing. You don't want it, I'LL take it home with me.”
Zeke chuckled a little then stopped to half-groan, half-snort. “Oh god, the fuck is THIS shit...”
Looking back to the TV, the movie 'Pod People' playing, Casey had to chortle as well. The strange but weirdly-friendly alien creature resembling a cross between a baby elephant and ape was sending toys and other items around the room in a zany, comedic-but-not frenzy. “This is fuckin' ridiculous,” he remarked.
“That's why we love it,” Zeke said. He even winked, as if THAT helped Casey's undying urges.
The night continued on, movie after movie going by. By the time the little hand was on two, big hand on ten, there weren't enough Skittles on the planet that could keep Casey awake. Yawn after yawn stretched his mouth open, until he closed his eyes and settled his head on the pillow Zeke had provided. “M'tired,” he said.
“Yea.” Zeke himself let out a bellow of a yawn, smacked his lips and grabbed the remote. The movie playing, whatever it was, disappeared, leaving a few trails of light and static before tapering off to nothing. The next minute was spent shuffling around, trying to get comfortable under their respective, small but warm blankets. Casey's droopy eyes glanced to the embers burning in the hearth.
“Should we put that out?” he asked.
“Mmm, not-a-big. I've left it that way... the guard's up, so it shouldn't burn the place down.”
“'K. 'Night.”
“G'night.”
Casey smiled and closed his eyes, ready for dreamland. He was sure to have images and scenarios involving Zeke play-out in his subconscious, all night. That was, if he could get to sleep in the first place.
'The fuck... I'm so tired, why can't I...' Casey rambled in his mind. He kept yawning, but his brain was buzzing too much, he was too comfortable... it felt like a waste, sleeping instead of relaxing on this perfect little water-filled island. He looked to Zeke, who lie still and quiet, faced away from him with his arms pulled up under the pillow. He was wearing the same white tee he'd wore at school; the temptation to lean in close and breathe Zeke in was torture, eliciting MORE wakeful thoughts. They were in close proximity enough; Casey didn't have to make it worse.
Whatever 'worse' was when he was swelling with feeling... and generally swelling, down below... 'Damn it,' he cursed at himself. His cock, notorious for betraying Casey at ALL the wrongest of wrong moments, was half-hard and ready for more. Casey moved from his front to his back, hoping to ease the excitement growing in his not pressing it against the squishy bed. He needed to think of something disgusting, something completely stupid and non-sexual. Now. But envisioning Gabe in the showers with his surprisingly hairy, gross back switched to that one time Casey had seen Zeke in the locker room, missing his naked state by seconds. The bulge that had fought against the fabric of Zeke's jockeys had made Casey almost start crying in desperate want...
Nothing helped. Casey made a bold move that could either end in disaster or quell the need. He reached down, sniffed and gave the tip of his cock a hard pinch. But instead of sending a message of Ow! to his brain and feeling it wilt, a shiver ran up Casey's spine and he hardened even more. 'Damn it, damn it, DAMN it!' he cursed himself more. He had no choice-but he had to wait. A handful of minutes that felt like hours crept by, until Casey was sure Zeke was sleeping. His breathing was even, with that adorable, light whisper-of-a-snore showing up every now and again. Hoping for the best, Casey moved onto his side in slow jerks, pulled the waist of his pajama pants and briefs down then took his dick gently into his hand.
Sometimes, just the act of stroking it without the urge for completion did the trick. He hoped that'd work, as he was sure to jostle both of them with a raging, frantic jerking-off. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate through it, and it almost put everything into its proper places, until he thought, 'He's right the fuck behind me.'
Shit. He was aching-hard, now. It was now at the point where Casey had to hope for the best, brace his hips as still as he could make them and hold himself tighter-jerk back and forth quickly, instead of mere petting. The bed DID wobble, but not enough to wake Zeke up, he hoped. He almost decided to slide off and onto the floor to let loose, but knew that could wake Zeke up. It was torture really, being so close to him, trying to hold back but give in at the same time. As eager and inner-exhausted as he was, his body refused to let go as if wanting this torment to continue.
'C'mon...' Casey thought; frustrated beyond recognition, he pumped harder. The familiar tingling and light sweat starting to form in his underarms made him breathe easy, relax... until he heard a sigh from Zeke and felt him moving. Casey froze immediately and waited. 'It's just him shifting,' he thought more.
“Y'know...” Zeke said in a gritty voice before clearing his throat, continuing, “...That you're shaking this thing like you're an earthquake, right?”
Casey clenched his jaw. What could he say, but... “Sorry.”
“Hmm, s'okay. Just thought you should know.”
“'K.”
Zeke settled in again, smacking his lips. Casey couldn't get up the nerve to turn and look at him, even if he was dying to. Was he amused, or annoyed-smiling or frowning? The voice Zeke had used had been blank, devoid of any indications as to how he felt about... this. Casey swallowed and moved to his back again. 'Just shut up,' he told his cock inwardly. Though it wilted a little, it wasn't enough. 'Shut UP!'
The sudden loud flick! and flare of light made Casey jump; he whipped his head to the side and found Zeke lighting a cigarette and moving to his back as well. “Screw it...” Zeke pulled his blanket off of himself and left it crumpled-up between them. “...Can't sleep, either.”
Casey was about to ask, “Why, is it too hot?” when Zeke took his free hand and pushed it past the waist of his pajama pants. A hiss of breath went in then out as Zeke began pleasuring himself, starting slow and easy. “Um...”
“Go ahead, I won't watch,” Zeke said.
“Um... but...”
“'Not the first time two guys jacked-off in the same room, Case. Have at it-I am.”
Even if Casey had always been an insecure, shy young man, who could resist? Uncertainty and doubt had never been things Zeke practiced, making it absolutely clear at the moment. His movements sent ripples to Casey's side... well, he'd been 'invited' to this, hadn't he? Using every ounce of gumption Casey had, he resumed jerking-off himself, not bothering to try and hide it this time around.
The small amount of orange-glow from the hearth cast odd shadows on the ceiling; Casey stared at each bump and movement, focused and alert. There was a pause on Zeke's side, shaky breaths and shimmying. Casey's eyes took a sidelong glance; what he saw made him clench-up and make his stomach do a gymnastics routine. There, able to make out in the low light, was Zeke's blood-heavy cock being brought out into the open. 'He trims,' was Casey's next thought in seeing the neatened, uniformed hair surrounding the shaft and balls below. 'He's gorgeous, fucking gorgeous...' Casey wept deep inside.
“You're peekin',” Zeke said. Casey snapped his eyes to Zeke's face, mortified. Even if the boy was smirking, he felt terrible.
“Sorry, I just--”
“Gotta show me yours, now.”
Casey's lips parted. He was numb, dumb and extremely aware of what was happening all at the same time. He... wanted to see Casey... like that? Shaking, Casey had no choice but to comply; with shaking hands, he tugged the waist of his pants down to reveal himself. Zeke had gone still and staring. After a moment, he cocked an eyebrow and nodded.
“Not bad,” he said.
“'Not bad'? Thanks...”
Zeke chuckled and resumed looking at the ceiling. “That's a rare, huge compliment, Case; it's not every day I ask to look at a guy's dick, never mind give it three stars outta four.”
Casey had to frown, a little; the smile stayed on however as he asked, “Why not four?”
“The sooner we spurt, the sooner we snore,” Zeke said with a broader, much-more-devious grin.
No use fighting it-even if Casey muttered, “Ew,” with Zeke's blatant descriptions. Instead of over-thinking everything, Casey settled down and began stroking himself again in broad, slow movements. It no longer felt awkward or scary; just two guys, friends, beating-off together like most people discussed the weather. There was no pressure-besides what was brought-on by the act itself-to be a certain way, or impress. A smile shook onto Casey's lips as his eyes rolled back and closed. It really was like having sex in a way, wasn't it? It was a sure bet that Zeke hadn't done this before with another guy. He'd never had close friends, by choice-not lack of popularity. Everyone wanted to be Zeke's friend, but he hadn't bothered. That was, until now; Casey was indeed his friend, making Zeke feel safe and secure enough to watch movies, smoke, drink and for fuck's sake, masturbate with.
Excitement started swelling fast. Casey's knees jerked up and down on their own it seemed as his body searched for the precipice, the main goal in the act he was performing. This 'first' made it feel too-rushed and complicated, keeping him away from reaching the climax he desperately wanted. Sex but not, having everything he ever wanted mere inches away, needing to touch Zeke's cock more than his own. He was sure that, given the chance, he'd come harder and faster in ignoring his own shaft in favor of jerking Zeke's. But he could only imagine and dream, play-out more favorable scenarios in his head instead of voicing them. Zeke's reaching over to run his hand over Casey's working-one, lean in, whisper things-it didn't matter what he'd say-all while Casey begged, “Touch me, please,” until Zeke took over for him.
The movements from the other side of the bed stopped in a shot. Casey paused to look over. “You... okay?” he asked. Zeke was staring at him intently; what was wrong? “Zeke?”
“Touch you?”
“Huh?” It took Casey a moment-no. He hadn't said that, he'd thought it. Hadn't he? No replies came to him right away, too horror-struck to come up with anything valid to say. He settled on, “Just... fantasizing, I guess.”
“About what?” Zeke asked.
“Nothing.”
“Mmm... no. 'Can't do that.” Zeke moved closer, turning on his side while still stroking himself slowly. The grin on his face was nothing Casey had ever seen. “C'mon, tell me. I wanna know.”
Casey felt his face heat up. A nervous chuckle escaped him. “No, shut up...” he said, but all humor left him when he felt something brush against his thigh. A hand, Zeke's hand, brushing his fingertips in whispers over the flesh. He stiffened all over, saying nothing.
“Here?” Zeke dipped down from the top of Casey's leg to the inside. Casey thought he was going to wither and die the best death ever when Zeke moved up, up, until he settled his hand over the line of his pelvis and groin. “Here?”
Casey's lips and breath shuddered violently as Zeke next slid down just around his dick, his sac, before extending his middle finger underneath it all. It was barely touching him, a micrometer away from his hole. Zeke stayed completely still, as if waiting. “Here?” he finally spoke.
There were no words, just a heavy sob in an attempt to release the pressure in Casey's chest and stomach. Zeke sighed, took the last drag from his cigarette then dropped it in the ashtray. With his finger still teasing below, he moved up onto his elbow and dragged the side of his other hand below Casey's chest. His pinky hooked upward to brush an equally-torturous distance away from Casey's right nipple. “Here?” Zeke's voice had deepened.
Casey finally looked up at him; he still couldn't speak, beg, or cry out. It was all panting breaths and furrowed brow. How many times had he been told that he spoke volumes with his eyes alone? He was screaming through them to Zeke now, his brow furrowing tight. Finally, Zeke gave Casey what he was silently begging for.
It was all Casey could do to not orgasm then and there when Zeke flicked his nipple. Casey flinched and let his legs fall open more, but the hand at Casey's groin left and was brought up to Casey's lips. Zeke traced them a moment before dipping the middle finger past them. He moved it over Casey's slack tongue a moment then returned it to Casey's ass. The slicked-up digit was swirled over the opening in circles, while Zeke ran his thumb over the excited nub on Casey's chest at the same time. Casey whimpered out every breath and shut his eyes tight, willing himself to keep from losing it way-too-early. Without thinking, he grabbed his cock again and gave it slow jerks, offering himself even more stimulation. Every erogenous zone was being attacked, being commanded to surrender. It made him realize that Zeke's body was being ignored. That wasn't right.
Zeke stilled and sniffed hard when Casey reached down to take his cock in his other hand, doing double-duty to bring them both to the brink. With a snarl and growl, Zeke stopped teasing Casey's opening and pushed the finger into it instead. Breached and feeling full, Casey let his thighs fall open entirely, one knee meeting the blanket, the one by Zeke resting on the young man's legs. One thing wasn't right, or really, very, very wrong. Casey lifted his eyes to Zeke's and opened his mouth while trying to raise his head. Zeke read it right; he licked his bottom lip, lowered a little and extended his tongue to Casey's mouth. A moan shuddered from Casey's chest and out. Every 'first' was happening at the same time, making him swoon and stretch his own tongue out to meet Zeke's halfway. It was open and wet a few moments, their tasting each other blissful until Zeke moved down to suck Casey's tongue and mouth altogether. Casey's fists went erratic as his mouth was plundered, having no choice but to suck Zeke back. All the while, Zeke's fingering doubled with a second finger joining the middle. The deepening penetration made Casey thrust his hips up and down to show his want for more and more, until Zeke slipped a third inside to stretch Casey open more, more, even more. It should've hurt, but with Casey's supposed pipe-dream coming true, it didn't.
Their bodies twisted and curled together, ankles hooking and arm muscles clenching as they worked, until Zeke growled into Casey's mouth, looped his arm underneath his neck and pulled him from the bed to his side. Their Casey-fisted cocks met, and in their frenzy, Casey took them both into one hand to thrust. Zeke, seemingly mad with growing lust, grabbed Casey's leg to throw over his hip and reached behind Casey to continue with two fingers in this time, the angle allowing a deeper reach. Casey couldn't contain himself any longer. He shook, mewled and bucked, every sense heightened to a maddening, furious state. Zeke left Casey's mouth and dotted quick kisses on his cheek to his neck. “I'm gonna... can't... do it with me...” he said between pecks. “C'mon, boy, f-follow me.”
It wasn't as if Casey needed to 'hurry up' as he'd been holding out for Zeke best he could. The moment Zeke started moaning and wetting their stomachs, Casey followed suit. Their climax-chorusing was sent bellowing around them until Casey, wrist sore and feeling pleasantly gutted, slowed to a stop. The hand working behind him stopped, fingers exiting and resting over Casey's cleft. Sated, spent and salty all over, Casey immediately, silently, panicked.
It was all different now, and who knew how awkward it was going to get. After all, Zeke fucked girls-Casey had simply been 'there', a ready, willing friend turned bed-mate turned frantic, spontaneous lover. This hadn't been a boyfriend-thing, just... convenience. A very hot and sticky one. He settled into accepting it just as Zeke gave him one, tiny shaky kiss to the lips.
“Paper towels and an after-orgasm beer?” he asked. Casey back up a little to look into the young man's eyes. No awkward-regret resided in them, just the warm pools of chocolate-brown gazing back at him, a small smile on his face.
“Yea. Y-Yea, okay,” Casey softly replied. Zeke smiled, got up and padded off to the kitchen in shuffling steps. On the way, he turned the lamp in the corner of the room on; Casey agreed, no sleep would be had anytime soon.
It'd been halfway through their first postcoital Heineken that Zeke had brushed stray hairs from Casey's brow with a gentle hand, leaned in for a kiss and asked Casey if his parents had a thing against letting him stay over two nights in a row.
“Sunday into... school night. So... yea.”
“No, sir... Labor Day.”
Casey blinked wildly. In all the strange, fantastic confusion, he'd forgotten. “Oh-yea. I'll call in the morning?” he said.
“Mmm. Good.” Zeke finished his beer, took Casey's half-filled bottle from his hand to put them both aside, stamped out the last cigarette of the night and moved to pull Casey in against him. “G'night.”
It was so nice and warm, even with the fire pretty much gone. With a shaky smile, Casey settled in against Zeke's chest and let a hand rest on his hip. “G'night,” he returned.
~*~
I'd hoped to make it under the wire! Happy almost-over birthday, hunny. I hope you've spent the day doing exactly what you wanted, with loads of treats and love. :) Here's some love, all for you!
*squish*!
Title: Buddy-Night
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Seven-hundred dollars goes a long way, in Casey's world.
Casey walked into the house and noticed two things right off. The first was how there was a small but uncomfortable chill in the house, resembling the cooling autumn weather Casey had just left, when it was normally warm. Zeke almost always had the heat cranked-up, even when he was out, due to the high ceilings and wide-open spaces. It took a lot to get the place warm, even if you were next to the floor vents.
The second... “Is that smoke?”
“Yea. I got the fireplace going.”
Casey paused in getting his jacket off. “Fire... place?”
Nodding, Zeke sighed and said, “The tank's only running on fumes, so it's off; that's what I get for leaving the heat on all the time. The guys I have an account with can't make it up 'til Monday, sooo...” He drawled and went over to the living room. “I set up a 'den' in here.”
“Oh. Cool,” Casey said, even though his nerves were firing off in all directions. It'd been a wonder, Zeke not noticing how Casey mooned over him. He'd keep himself in check as best he could, but he'd slipped up too many times and gazed too long, or make unneeded comments-like two days before, when Zeke walked into school looking tousled, everything awry.
“'Woke up about five minutes ago... I look like shit, must SMELL like shit, too,” Zeke had said, but Casey begged to differ. Zeke looked even hotter than usual in his baggy jeans and wrinkled white t-shirt, one he'd probably slept in. His hair, something he was growing-out rather than chopping at with scissors haphazardly, carried a wonderful mix of bedhead and opened-car-window. When Zeke got to Casey's side to walk to their homerooms, there was an unmistakeable scent of freshly-laundered sheets and light sweat.
“You smell good,” Casey had said, immediately wanting to jump off the top bleacher by the football field, land on the cement and die for blurting something so obvious and stupid. Guys didn't tell their guy-friends 'you smell good.' Yet as always, Zeke remained oblivious. Perhaps it'd been his rush to get there, missing the morning coffee he'd stop to get on the way to school that numbed him to what Casey had said; whatever it'd been, Casey had been thankful for it.
With all that going on, Casey had arrived for his and Zeke's 'Saturday Night Stayover', the ritual of kicking back with snacks, a few beers and sodas while watching late-late-night B-movies on the local TV station until they couldn't keep their eyes open. Only this time, they'd do it with a roaring fire in the hearth, as if it wasn't one of the most romantic things couples enjoyed.
Everything got worse when Casey walked in and saw not just the crackling flames, but a large, circular mattress lying a bit away from the brick landing. “That's... fuckin' huge,” he said.
“Yea. I tried sleeping on the couch bed last night, cos' like hell I'm sleeping upstairs. Too damned cold. But I woke up and needed a few hundred Advils after sleeping on a one-inch thick mattress all night,” Zeke explained. “So I went out for an air mattress to use instead. Only I got super-stupid and spent almost seven-hundred dollars on a friggin' water-mattress, instead.”
“Huh??” Casey's jaw lowered slowly before replying, “That's insane!”
Zeke smirked as he moved to the bed, knelt down and slid over it. “No shit. But worth it. Go on, try it.”
'Try it' meant that Casey was going to be getting on a fucking water-bed circle with the guy he'd crushed on for years now. It was usually a bunch of pillows and throw-blankets thrown on the floor when they'd hang out, the thick rug underneath offering enough cushion. Nice enough, but it didn't come with a romantic-air... not like this new arrangement. Still, the thing DID look comfortable.
Mere comfort switched to divine when Casey finally joined the older boy. “Wow,” he muttered as his body smoothed and settled over the bouncy-but-beautiful bed.
“Nice, huh?”
“Still stupid-expensive. And shouldn't you put that out?” Casey motioned the the cigarette Zeke had just lit. “Might make a hole in this thing and flood the fucking house.”
“N'aw, this thing could survive an atom bomb explosion, and I'm careful. See?” Zeke replied. He moved his arms over a large pillow and hovered his hands over the ashtray he'd brought over. Zeke gave Casey the smile people would pay to see, the one Casey loved most and said, “Let me roll off and grab the goods. Switch the tube on.”
Casey nodded slowly and took the offered remote, while Zeke turned over to get his knees on the floor then rise up to walk off. There was nothing like watching Zeke walk away. Casey bit down on his lip, having to steel himself for the long, long night ahead.
~*~
It wasn't as awkward as Casey had predicted, at least not to the degree he's thought it'd get. Even with his longing for more than just a 'buddy night', the movies were particularly cheesy, more than usual; the popcorn, made fresh in Zeke's ancient popcorn-popper was extra-delicious; the one beer Casey allowed himself had turned into two... so on, so forth. It was attributed to the new and improved environment Zeke had set-up, of course.
“Maybe I can trick my parents into buying one of these,” Casey said. Zeke chuckled.
“Sure, that'll happen,” he said. He reached over to the giant bag of Skittles, poured a handful out then handed them to Casey, who was grateful for the sugar-high the candy brought. No way did he want to fall asleep too early, not tonight. “I dunno if I'll keep this thing out full-time or not, once I get the tank filled.”
“No, don't...” Casey said in a whinier voice than he'd wanted. He sighed and chuckled it off. “LOVE this thing. You don't want it, I'LL take it home with me.”
Zeke chuckled a little then stopped to half-groan, half-snort. “Oh god, the fuck is THIS shit...”
Looking back to the TV, the movie 'Pod People' playing, Casey had to chortle as well. The strange but weirdly-friendly alien creature resembling a cross between a baby elephant and ape was sending toys and other items around the room in a zany, comedic-but-not frenzy. “This is fuckin' ridiculous,” he remarked.
“That's why we love it,” Zeke said. He even winked, as if THAT helped Casey's undying urges.
The night continued on, movie after movie going by. By the time the little hand was on two, big hand on ten, there weren't enough Skittles on the planet that could keep Casey awake. Yawn after yawn stretched his mouth open, until he closed his eyes and settled his head on the pillow Zeke had provided. “M'tired,” he said.
“Yea.” Zeke himself let out a bellow of a yawn, smacked his lips and grabbed the remote. The movie playing, whatever it was, disappeared, leaving a few trails of light and static before tapering off to nothing. The next minute was spent shuffling around, trying to get comfortable under their respective, small but warm blankets. Casey's droopy eyes glanced to the embers burning in the hearth.
“Should we put that out?” he asked.
“Mmm, not-a-big. I've left it that way... the guard's up, so it shouldn't burn the place down.”
“'K. 'Night.”
“G'night.”
Casey smiled and closed his eyes, ready for dreamland. He was sure to have images and scenarios involving Zeke play-out in his subconscious, all night. That was, if he could get to sleep in the first place.
'The fuck... I'm so tired, why can't I...' Casey rambled in his mind. He kept yawning, but his brain was buzzing too much, he was too comfortable... it felt like a waste, sleeping instead of relaxing on this perfect little water-filled island. He looked to Zeke, who lie still and quiet, faced away from him with his arms pulled up under the pillow. He was wearing the same white tee he'd wore at school; the temptation to lean in close and breathe Zeke in was torture, eliciting MORE wakeful thoughts. They were in close proximity enough; Casey didn't have to make it worse.
Whatever 'worse' was when he was swelling with feeling... and generally swelling, down below... 'Damn it,' he cursed at himself. His cock, notorious for betraying Casey at ALL the wrongest of wrong moments, was half-hard and ready for more. Casey moved from his front to his back, hoping to ease the excitement growing in his not pressing it against the squishy bed. He needed to think of something disgusting, something completely stupid and non-sexual. Now. But envisioning Gabe in the showers with his surprisingly hairy, gross back switched to that one time Casey had seen Zeke in the locker room, missing his naked state by seconds. The bulge that had fought against the fabric of Zeke's jockeys had made Casey almost start crying in desperate want...
Nothing helped. Casey made a bold move that could either end in disaster or quell the need. He reached down, sniffed and gave the tip of his cock a hard pinch. But instead of sending a message of Ow! to his brain and feeling it wilt, a shiver ran up Casey's spine and he hardened even more. 'Damn it, damn it, DAMN it!' he cursed himself more. He had no choice-but he had to wait. A handful of minutes that felt like hours crept by, until Casey was sure Zeke was sleeping. His breathing was even, with that adorable, light whisper-of-a-snore showing up every now and again. Hoping for the best, Casey moved onto his side in slow jerks, pulled the waist of his pajama pants and briefs down then took his dick gently into his hand.
Sometimes, just the act of stroking it without the urge for completion did the trick. He hoped that'd work, as he was sure to jostle both of them with a raging, frantic jerking-off. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate through it, and it almost put everything into its proper places, until he thought, 'He's right the fuck behind me.'
Shit. He was aching-hard, now. It was now at the point where Casey had to hope for the best, brace his hips as still as he could make them and hold himself tighter-jerk back and forth quickly, instead of mere petting. The bed DID wobble, but not enough to wake Zeke up, he hoped. He almost decided to slide off and onto the floor to let loose, but knew that could wake Zeke up. It was torture really, being so close to him, trying to hold back but give in at the same time. As eager and inner-exhausted as he was, his body refused to let go as if wanting this torment to continue.
'C'mon...' Casey thought; frustrated beyond recognition, he pumped harder. The familiar tingling and light sweat starting to form in his underarms made him breathe easy, relax... until he heard a sigh from Zeke and felt him moving. Casey froze immediately and waited. 'It's just him shifting,' he thought more.
“Y'know...” Zeke said in a gritty voice before clearing his throat, continuing, “...That you're shaking this thing like you're an earthquake, right?”
Casey clenched his jaw. What could he say, but... “Sorry.”
“Hmm, s'okay. Just thought you should know.”
“'K.”
Zeke settled in again, smacking his lips. Casey couldn't get up the nerve to turn and look at him, even if he was dying to. Was he amused, or annoyed-smiling or frowning? The voice Zeke had used had been blank, devoid of any indications as to how he felt about... this. Casey swallowed and moved to his back again. 'Just shut up,' he told his cock inwardly. Though it wilted a little, it wasn't enough. 'Shut UP!'
The sudden loud flick! and flare of light made Casey jump; he whipped his head to the side and found Zeke lighting a cigarette and moving to his back as well. “Screw it...” Zeke pulled his blanket off of himself and left it crumpled-up between them. “...Can't sleep, either.”
Casey was about to ask, “Why, is it too hot?” when Zeke took his free hand and pushed it past the waist of his pajama pants. A hiss of breath went in then out as Zeke began pleasuring himself, starting slow and easy. “Um...”
“Go ahead, I won't watch,” Zeke said.
“Um... but...”
“'Not the first time two guys jacked-off in the same room, Case. Have at it-I am.”
Even if Casey had always been an insecure, shy young man, who could resist? Uncertainty and doubt had never been things Zeke practiced, making it absolutely clear at the moment. His movements sent ripples to Casey's side... well, he'd been 'invited' to this, hadn't he? Using every ounce of gumption Casey had, he resumed jerking-off himself, not bothering to try and hide it this time around.
The small amount of orange-glow from the hearth cast odd shadows on the ceiling; Casey stared at each bump and movement, focused and alert. There was a pause on Zeke's side, shaky breaths and shimmying. Casey's eyes took a sidelong glance; what he saw made him clench-up and make his stomach do a gymnastics routine. There, able to make out in the low light, was Zeke's blood-heavy cock being brought out into the open. 'He trims,' was Casey's next thought in seeing the neatened, uniformed hair surrounding the shaft and balls below. 'He's gorgeous, fucking gorgeous...' Casey wept deep inside.
“You're peekin',” Zeke said. Casey snapped his eyes to Zeke's face, mortified. Even if the boy was smirking, he felt terrible.
“Sorry, I just--”
“Gotta show me yours, now.”
Casey's lips parted. He was numb, dumb and extremely aware of what was happening all at the same time. He... wanted to see Casey... like that? Shaking, Casey had no choice but to comply; with shaking hands, he tugged the waist of his pants down to reveal himself. Zeke had gone still and staring. After a moment, he cocked an eyebrow and nodded.
“Not bad,” he said.
“'Not bad'? Thanks...”
Zeke chuckled and resumed looking at the ceiling. “That's a rare, huge compliment, Case; it's not every day I ask to look at a guy's dick, never mind give it three stars outta four.”
Casey had to frown, a little; the smile stayed on however as he asked, “Why not four?”
“The sooner we spurt, the sooner we snore,” Zeke said with a broader, much-more-devious grin.
No use fighting it-even if Casey muttered, “Ew,” with Zeke's blatant descriptions. Instead of over-thinking everything, Casey settled down and began stroking himself again in broad, slow movements. It no longer felt awkward or scary; just two guys, friends, beating-off together like most people discussed the weather. There was no pressure-besides what was brought-on by the act itself-to be a certain way, or impress. A smile shook onto Casey's lips as his eyes rolled back and closed. It really was like having sex in a way, wasn't it? It was a sure bet that Zeke hadn't done this before with another guy. He'd never had close friends, by choice-not lack of popularity. Everyone wanted to be Zeke's friend, but he hadn't bothered. That was, until now; Casey was indeed his friend, making Zeke feel safe and secure enough to watch movies, smoke, drink and for fuck's sake, masturbate with.
Excitement started swelling fast. Casey's knees jerked up and down on their own it seemed as his body searched for the precipice, the main goal in the act he was performing. This 'first' made it feel too-rushed and complicated, keeping him away from reaching the climax he desperately wanted. Sex but not, having everything he ever wanted mere inches away, needing to touch Zeke's cock more than his own. He was sure that, given the chance, he'd come harder and faster in ignoring his own shaft in favor of jerking Zeke's. But he could only imagine and dream, play-out more favorable scenarios in his head instead of voicing them. Zeke's reaching over to run his hand over Casey's working-one, lean in, whisper things-it didn't matter what he'd say-all while Casey begged, “Touch me, please,” until Zeke took over for him.
The movements from the other side of the bed stopped in a shot. Casey paused to look over. “You... okay?” he asked. Zeke was staring at him intently; what was wrong? “Zeke?”
“Touch you?”
“Huh?” It took Casey a moment-no. He hadn't said that, he'd thought it. Hadn't he? No replies came to him right away, too horror-struck to come up with anything valid to say. He settled on, “Just... fantasizing, I guess.”
“About what?” Zeke asked.
“Nothing.”
“Mmm... no. 'Can't do that.” Zeke moved closer, turning on his side while still stroking himself slowly. The grin on his face was nothing Casey had ever seen. “C'mon, tell me. I wanna know.”
Casey felt his face heat up. A nervous chuckle escaped him. “No, shut up...” he said, but all humor left him when he felt something brush against his thigh. A hand, Zeke's hand, brushing his fingertips in whispers over the flesh. He stiffened all over, saying nothing.
“Here?” Zeke dipped down from the top of Casey's leg to the inside. Casey thought he was going to wither and die the best death ever when Zeke moved up, up, until he settled his hand over the line of his pelvis and groin. “Here?”
Casey's lips and breath shuddered violently as Zeke next slid down just around his dick, his sac, before extending his middle finger underneath it all. It was barely touching him, a micrometer away from his hole. Zeke stayed completely still, as if waiting. “Here?” he finally spoke.
There were no words, just a heavy sob in an attempt to release the pressure in Casey's chest and stomach. Zeke sighed, took the last drag from his cigarette then dropped it in the ashtray. With his finger still teasing below, he moved up onto his elbow and dragged the side of his other hand below Casey's chest. His pinky hooked upward to brush an equally-torturous distance away from Casey's right nipple. “Here?” Zeke's voice had deepened.
Casey finally looked up at him; he still couldn't speak, beg, or cry out. It was all panting breaths and furrowed brow. How many times had he been told that he spoke volumes with his eyes alone? He was screaming through them to Zeke now, his brow furrowing tight. Finally, Zeke gave Casey what he was silently begging for.
It was all Casey could do to not orgasm then and there when Zeke flicked his nipple. Casey flinched and let his legs fall open more, but the hand at Casey's groin left and was brought up to Casey's lips. Zeke traced them a moment before dipping the middle finger past them. He moved it over Casey's slack tongue a moment then returned it to Casey's ass. The slicked-up digit was swirled over the opening in circles, while Zeke ran his thumb over the excited nub on Casey's chest at the same time. Casey whimpered out every breath and shut his eyes tight, willing himself to keep from losing it way-too-early. Without thinking, he grabbed his cock again and gave it slow jerks, offering himself even more stimulation. Every erogenous zone was being attacked, being commanded to surrender. It made him realize that Zeke's body was being ignored. That wasn't right.
Zeke stilled and sniffed hard when Casey reached down to take his cock in his other hand, doing double-duty to bring them both to the brink. With a snarl and growl, Zeke stopped teasing Casey's opening and pushed the finger into it instead. Breached and feeling full, Casey let his thighs fall open entirely, one knee meeting the blanket, the one by Zeke resting on the young man's legs. One thing wasn't right, or really, very, very wrong. Casey lifted his eyes to Zeke's and opened his mouth while trying to raise his head. Zeke read it right; he licked his bottom lip, lowered a little and extended his tongue to Casey's mouth. A moan shuddered from Casey's chest and out. Every 'first' was happening at the same time, making him swoon and stretch his own tongue out to meet Zeke's halfway. It was open and wet a few moments, their tasting each other blissful until Zeke moved down to suck Casey's tongue and mouth altogether. Casey's fists went erratic as his mouth was plundered, having no choice but to suck Zeke back. All the while, Zeke's fingering doubled with a second finger joining the middle. The deepening penetration made Casey thrust his hips up and down to show his want for more and more, until Zeke slipped a third inside to stretch Casey open more, more, even more. It should've hurt, but with Casey's supposed pipe-dream coming true, it didn't.
Their bodies twisted and curled together, ankles hooking and arm muscles clenching as they worked, until Zeke growled into Casey's mouth, looped his arm underneath his neck and pulled him from the bed to his side. Their Casey-fisted cocks met, and in their frenzy, Casey took them both into one hand to thrust. Zeke, seemingly mad with growing lust, grabbed Casey's leg to throw over his hip and reached behind Casey to continue with two fingers in this time, the angle allowing a deeper reach. Casey couldn't contain himself any longer. He shook, mewled and bucked, every sense heightened to a maddening, furious state. Zeke left Casey's mouth and dotted quick kisses on his cheek to his neck. “I'm gonna... can't... do it with me...” he said between pecks. “C'mon, boy, f-follow me.”
It wasn't as if Casey needed to 'hurry up' as he'd been holding out for Zeke best he could. The moment Zeke started moaning and wetting their stomachs, Casey followed suit. Their climax-chorusing was sent bellowing around them until Casey, wrist sore and feeling pleasantly gutted, slowed to a stop. The hand working behind him stopped, fingers exiting and resting over Casey's cleft. Sated, spent and salty all over, Casey immediately, silently, panicked.
It was all different now, and who knew how awkward it was going to get. After all, Zeke fucked girls-Casey had simply been 'there', a ready, willing friend turned bed-mate turned frantic, spontaneous lover. This hadn't been a boyfriend-thing, just... convenience. A very hot and sticky one. He settled into accepting it just as Zeke gave him one, tiny shaky kiss to the lips.
“Paper towels and an after-orgasm beer?” he asked. Casey back up a little to look into the young man's eyes. No awkward-regret resided in them, just the warm pools of chocolate-brown gazing back at him, a small smile on his face.
“Yea. Y-Yea, okay,” Casey softly replied. Zeke smiled, got up and padded off to the kitchen in shuffling steps. On the way, he turned the lamp in the corner of the room on; Casey agreed, no sleep would be had anytime soon.
It'd been halfway through their first postcoital Heineken that Zeke had brushed stray hairs from Casey's brow with a gentle hand, leaned in for a kiss and asked Casey if his parents had a thing against letting him stay over two nights in a row.
“Sunday into... school night. So... yea.”
“No, sir... Labor Day.”
Casey blinked wildly. In all the strange, fantastic confusion, he'd forgotten. “Oh-yea. I'll call in the morning?” he said.
“Mmm. Good.” Zeke finished his beer, took Casey's half-filled bottle from his hand to put them both aside, stamped out the last cigarette of the night and moved to pull Casey in against him. “G'night.”
It was so nice and warm, even with the fire pretty much gone. With a shaky smile, Casey settled in against Zeke's chest and let a hand rest on his hip. “G'night,” he returned.
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