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~*Here be the second and final part to verangel's birthday-gifty-posty!*~
Sorry it took so long, my peach. But hey... it only means that it's STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY!! Lol!!
*squeeze*!!
Title: May As Well (Pt. 2/End)
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: It goes better than Casey figured. MUCH better.
Part 1
Having things so blissfully casual had brought on a freeing, happy sensation to Casey during his vacation. No longer carrying the weight of stressing over a possible blow-out had worked wonders. There were no tight knots securing Casey to Zeke, and vice versa; his mother had cried over Casey's choice of summer vacation, but she'd eventually accepted that it might, might happen; Mr. Connor had taken them out a couple times for ice-fishing, something Casey rather enjoyed; and, as promised, some casual fucks at Zeke's had gone on.
The release while feeling released was like nothing Casey had ever felt. No useless courting was involved, no big dates-just he and Zeke, bombing around town a while to get lunch or see a movie, ending up at Zeke's to watch TV then screw each other like rabbits. It still had a romantic edge to it. After all, the 'toys' Zeke had gotten Casey for Christmas had been opened at his place for a reason.
It was now three days before Casey left for his second semester; his things were already re-packed, and his mother was teary-eyed at every switch and turn. She'd already started a care-package for Casey to bring to the west, complete with homemade goodies-Snickerdoodles, of course, along with jam-jars she'd made that summer, a 'College Kid Cookbook' from Borders, whatever else she saw fit to cram into Casey's suitcases. She and his father had claimed Casey's last two nights, leaving this one for Zeke and Zeke alone. They'd almost called to see what Stokely and Stan were doing, but at the last minute, Zeke had said, “Eh... let 'em suck face as much as they can before Stokes heads back to Texas.” It'd been said with Zeke's brand of casual sarcasm, but even with their new 'arrangement', Casey knew... if they were to come apart after tonight, they'd have to have a big send-off with doors locked, phone off the hook and clothes on the floor.
Casey hopped up Zeke's front steps and immediately smiled; though it was close to freezing outside, Zeke had left the door open halfway. During the Spring and Summer, he'd always left it open for Casey instead of making him knock and wait. That made their getting-together feel more homey and sweet, and even if things had changed...
“Hey,” Casey called into the house.
He'd just shut the door when Zeke appeared in the doorway of the kitchen at the end of the hall. “You just missed the guy from 'China Star',” he said with a grin.
“Ooh.” Casey grinned back and shuffled into the kitchen, where he was greeted with savory-salty scents. He took a deep breath and hummed. “Got my number-ten?”
Zeke turned and presented Casey with his foil tray. He grabbed his own in one hand, threw forks and napkins on top and grabbed two beers. “Let's go watch Lifetime.”
It'd always been their most fun tradition, watching cheesy made-for-TV movies involving women in every precarious, overdramatic situation the station could shove through the screen. Tonight they had a real treat in store; Danica McKellar's Moment of Truth: Cradle of Conspiracy was on. “Gee. I wonder if that guy's a pimp that's gonna sell her body in Me-hee-co,” Zeke remarked when the archetypical 'Perfect Boyfriend' Kenny entered the scene, seducing the unsuspecting 'Kristen'.
“Mmm, I think he's got a collection of high school girls in his basement, all chained to radiators,” Casey said.
“You're on.”
One of them were usually right, or at least close; finding that the plot involved 'Kenny' getting girls pregnant and selling the babies on the black market was a surprise, one that had them hooting and chortling. “OH yea, this has happened what... a dozen or so times at our old alma mater?” Casey said through rampant chuckling.
“Baker's dozen, at the very fucking least,” Zeke said as he set his almost-empty dinner tray on the coffee table, sat back, patted his full belly then slid his arm over Casey's shoulders to tuck him in against his side. Though Casey's own dinner was barely half-eaten, it was set aside with Zeke's to enjoy the closeness.
~*~
“So... what's it gonna be, anyway?”
“What's what gonna be?”
“Your final, decided major. Duh.”
Zeke smiled and shrugged at the question while sucking back a drag. It was odd, their not being naked and crawling all over each other by now. After the movie ended at eight o'clock, they'd gotten into Zeke's hallowed junk-food cabinets, two of them to be exact, and plopped down on the couch again to pump as much sugar into themselves as they could. It'd give them energy for later, but for now, Zeke finally replied, “I'm set on computer science, actually. Biology would've been interesting, but computers are the 'here and now' shit nowadays.”
“Yea, it's blowing-up. That'd be awesome for you,” Casey said.
“And I dunno... if it's just that, fuck moving outta Ohio,” Zeke said, sinking into his seat with a wry expression. “Plenty of good schools out here.”
“Or in Cali,” Casey said with a note of mischief. Zeke chuckled and looked to him.
“So you DO want me to follow ya, huh?”
“I wouldn't say no, no.”
“But we're takin' it casual now.”
Casey frowned a little. “That... doesn't mean I can't stand you anymore, or not want you around...?”
“I know, I know.” Zeke groaned and sat up to snuff the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray. A silence fell between them for a few moments, making Casey feel awkward. A quick glance at the clock showed the time at nine-thirty-five.
'We've got hours,' Casey thought, thinking, 'It's almost over,' at the same time. He didn't know if he wanted it all to rush by or feel like a month, instead of half-a-day. One thing was for sure-they couldn't screw-around making small talk anymore. He moved in on Zeke until they were a breath apart; Zeke turned away from the ashtray, stopped and stared at Casey's smile. “How about... we shut the fuck up about school and shit? Dunno why I brought it up, anyway,” Casey said.
A shaky smirk crossed Zeke's lips, which he eventually licked before leaning down to put them upon Casey's. However nice it always was, kissing Zeke, it seemed odd-hesitant. Before Casey could move back to ask, “What's wrong?” however, Zeke shifted gears, took the back of Casey's head and mouthed Casey so deep, the boy's eyes rolled back behind the closed lids.
The usual grappling started, with Zeke taking hold of one of Casey's wrists, his other hand clenched in a fist at Casey's hair. He liked to show dominance and control, and while Casey almost always let him have it, he wouldn't let go that easy. Casey smiled into the kiss as he pulled away, needing all of his strength to do so. Zeke followed, mouth open and wet; Casey chuckled in whispers as he darted away a few times, needing to be forceful as Zeke was holding onto him with clenched fists. A low growl escaped him.
“Don't play with me,” he said.
“Mmm...” Casey hummed his reply while still turning away, the smile on his face widening. He kept on jerking this way and that, Zeke's face getting crimson as he fought to get the upper-hand. Casey thought he was giving up when the hand holding his wrist left, but when Zeke reached down between Casey's legs and made a whole-handed grab over his cock and balls, Casey froze. He shook his legs open and went still, silent.
“I know how to shut you up,” Zeke said directly into Casey's ear, which he began sucking and biting at. Casey rolled his body up and down, leaving the teasing behind now. He wanted Zeke, bad-wanted everything the young man could DO to him.
A low, chest-shuddering groan came from his chest when Zeke began swirling his tongue deep into Casey's ear. 'No f-fair,' Casey's thoughts stuttered. This was one thing that made him melt and go dumb with pleasure, and Zeke knew it. He somehow worked past the enormous amount of du-u-u-h to give Zeke the same treatment. The older boy loved it when his nipples received light touches, so Casey made his fingers dance in whispers over Zeke's t-shirt. The small nubs underneath hardened instantly, Zeke trembling as they each worked each other to excitement, want and sexual glory.
There was nothing like having someone undress you to Casey, not even the all-out act of intercourse. This was where things got the most personal-where you put every ounce of trust in the person you were with. Being naked was the ultimate insecurity, especially for Casey, who had long believed that no one, no one, would want to see him nude. They'd laugh and tease, point out that he was an uncircumcised freak, so skinny it was laughable. But he was everything Zeke wanted in a boy, and just how many times had Zeke said he looked “So strong”? Zeke made Casey feel not just worthy, but of incredible value. He'd left the insecure blushing behind ages ago in favor of lifting himself up to let Zeke strip him down with ease.
Zeke, of course, received the same affection and attention. “I've always wanted to see it,” Casey had said the first time Zeke slipped his jeans off, revealing the strong, long cock Casey had wanted for years and years in his mouth, ass-all over him. In the moment, Casey was staring at the body he unwrapped... every Christmas, birthday, whatever, was right here. Zeke's lean-muscled form was a present every time. Now equally and completely nude, the boys pressed into each other and made everything ferocious. Tangled, damp and moaning in unison, just THIS-the rubbing, aching and push-pulling at each others' bodies was sex.
It went on for some time before suddenly, Zeke groaned and pulled away. “Damn it.”
“What?”
“'Forgot to bring everything down here.”
Casey blinked and moved up to sit, Zeke moving away to allow it. “Then we go upstairs.”
Sighing, Zeke stood then took Casey's hand to pull him up. The moment they were standing, Zeke was back to kissing Casey, this time needing to bend down to keep them together. It created an awkward walk to the stairs, one so full of stumbling it made Casey giggle. With Casey going first up the stairs, backwards, he was more eye-level with the kiss-hungry boy still attacking his mouth with his own. They'd almost made it to the top when Zeke, looking ravenous, sucked Casey's mouth hard while one hand drifted to his chest and plucked a nipple-the other sliding around Casey's hip to his ass, where he shoved the tip of his finger into the opening. Casey's knees buckled and relaxed, almost too much. He quickly slapped a hand on the banister and held on to keep himself from falling. The pair was stopped now, going nowhere else. Casey's heart was working too hard in trying to pump blood to his brain, too focused on the southern regions of himself. There was no way he was going to be able to walk the ten feet more to Zeke's bedroom, not like this.
Zeke followed him on the way down, making Casey's dropping onto the small platform between the stairs easier. The hardwood flooring was cold-everything was cold, but Casey barely felt it. It all switched to heat, as if he was placed next to a roaring, fire-filled furnace when Zeke slipped back a step, pushed Casey's knees up and placed his tongue into Casey's cleft. Casey's world was spinning now in feeling the hot, wet mouth encompass his hole and start sucking at it. The top of his head braced into the corner of the walls as every muscle tightened and he gave in. Zeke had never done this to him before, saying it wasn't in his top-ten 'to-do' list. That had changed in the last handful of seconds; Zeke wasn't just touching, but hungry in his actions, his talented tongue digging in as far as he could make it. The start of Casey's inner, muscled walls was getting treated to total, complete bliss. He moaned louder and louder, gone wanton, begging in the action of taking the back of Zeke's head to push him closer. “Yesss...” Casey said, hissing the word.
It seemed to go on forever, Casey not minding the time and attention in the slightest, before Zeke slid away and up; he dragged his opened lips and tongue from Casey's cleft to his balls, to his cock, the line of his groin on BOTH sides, his navel to chest to neck, until his lower half was nestled against Casey's and their lips were locked together again. They rolled together back and forth, Casey running his feet over Zeke's calves and the rise of his ass. In the lifting of his hips, Zeke's cock was perfectly aligned with its ultimate goal; neither one of them said anything when Zeke positioned quick and began pushing in.
Even with lube and slicked-up condoms, it'd hurt; that had always been a given. So it was a wonder that everything was so painlessly smooth right now, as if the arrangement was perfectly prepared already. Zeke made it all the way in, taking this first thrust slow until he could drive in no further. He rose up on his hands a moment to look down at Casey, Casey staring up at him. The look on Zeke's face emoted deep, dark concentration... Casey's lower lip quivered as if on its own, and Zeke moved back down to start kissing again.
This wasn't fucking, or making love, but some otherworldly event that Casey had never attended before. Zeke's hips and thrusts were made of swelling saltwater, waves a surfer would find their 'ultimate bliss'. He fought past the numbness of his brain to push and pull back, his arms thrown over Zeke's shoulders to keep them plastered together. His grip was so strong, he found himself off the floor, hovering over it as Zeke's hands braced into the wood to fight gravity for the both of them. Casey was blessed, being this diminutive; he'd always cursed it, but it was perfect for the act they performed now. Everything was Zeke... Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, the boy that never ever let anyone past his defenses-no one but Casey had ever been here before, like this.
But however strong Zeke was, he couldn't hold it together forever. He let Casey fall, gently but firmly, back onto the wood and took over. When Casey focused on his face, he saw even more darkness than before; it went past desire into some other strange, unfamiliar territory, and when Zeke growled, closed his eyes and pounded inside much harder than before, Casey let out a strangled, shocked yelp and braced himself. This was more of an attack than lovemaking now; Casey both loved it and feared it, wondering how long it'd go on. The sudden urge to lift his face up and kiss Zeke in a gentle press was unbearable, as if Zeke needed the reminder that Casey could, in fact, be torn apart. “I l-love you,” Casey murmured into the corner of Zeke's mouth.
Zeke's frenzy eased in an instant. He stopped altogether, pausing to swallow and reopen his eyes to look down at Casey. He said nothing; a hand left the back of Casey's knee to rest on his cheek a moment instead. Casey's lips parted as fingertips danced over them, a strange, loving worship running over his skin. Zeke swallowed, stopped and moved down to give Casey the sweetest, most beautiful kiss he'd ever bestowed upon Casey's mouth.
Everything switched, once again, the act becoming easier, smoother and loving. Casey felt the corners of his eyes go wet as Zeke reached between them to stroke Casey's hard, desperate cock. The loose skin at the head was pulled back, and all it took for Casey to belt out a few moans and come violently was a thumb running over the purple, leaking head and his prostate getting the deep massage from inside. When it came to an end, he was numb and jelly-like, unable to contribute anything more... besides words.
“Baby... come on, ba-baby,” he whispered up at Zeke, who was now concentrating on getting to his OWN pleasure-precipice. Zeke clenched his eyes shut and held onto Casey's hips as he drove in and out, the rhythm perfect and designed to bring himself off. Casey was somehow able to lift a hand and brush it over one side of Zeke's chest. “Come in me,” Casey murmured. That was all it took for Zeke to make a hard series of quakes and jerks, speed up and finish off deep inside of Casey's body... wholly, for the first time.
Spent and exhausted, Zeke panted as he slid out of Casey and moved to his side. All Casey could do was stare up at the ceiling, wondering where all this emotion was flooding in from; that's all he felt now, unable to pinpoint exactly HOW he felt. He simply felt, felt hard.
Zeke rubbed his face with one hand, his expression blank. Casey looked over at him, wanting to say something, but it'd all be gibberish. It'd come out in a blubbering mess, going by the way his eyes were suddenly overflowing. Zeke finally turned to look at him; they stayed silent until he parted his lips to speak.
“Sorry.”
“F-For... what?”
Sniffing, Zeke's nose twitched as he said, “I'd started... thinking... of things. Back there.”
“Thinking...?” Casey blinked and frowned in confusion. Zeke reached a hand to his cheek and rubbed a tear-stained spot away.
“You, with someone else.”
“Huh... I--”
“I don't want you with anyone else. I fuckin' d-don't.” Zeke rarely stammered. Casey could only stare at the boy, who was trembling again while shaking his head. “'Felt like I was fucking you for the last time, and I don't fucking want that.”
“I...” Casey started but needed to swallow. His throat was dry and it hurt. Tears sprang free completely and he sobbed as he said, “I don't e-either.”
A long silence went between them now; Zeke sniffed once, moved onto his side and traced lazy circles over Casey's belly. “Casey?”
“Yea?”
“Wanna... go out with me?” The sad expression on Zeke's face melted away into a sweet, playful smile. “Go steady, meaning?”
They'd been going steady for a long time, without either one of them asking for it. That was, up until a few weeks ago, when they'd made a stupid, mutual decision that they didn't care anymore. Before Casey could confirm it, he closed his eyes and tried, for just one brief moment, to imagine Zeke with that 'someone else'. It only took a nanosecond of that for Casey to reopen his eyes, smile and reply, “Yea.”
“Cool,” Zeke murmured before taking Casey's hip, turning him toward him and start kissing him, soft and slow.
Sorry it took so long, my peach. But hey... it only means that it's STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY!! Lol!!
*squeeze*!!
Title: May As Well (Pt. 2/End)
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: It goes better than Casey figured. MUCH better.
Part 1
Having things so blissfully casual had brought on a freeing, happy sensation to Casey during his vacation. No longer carrying the weight of stressing over a possible blow-out had worked wonders. There were no tight knots securing Casey to Zeke, and vice versa; his mother had cried over Casey's choice of summer vacation, but she'd eventually accepted that it might, might happen; Mr. Connor had taken them out a couple times for ice-fishing, something Casey rather enjoyed; and, as promised, some casual fucks at Zeke's had gone on.
The release while feeling released was like nothing Casey had ever felt. No useless courting was involved, no big dates-just he and Zeke, bombing around town a while to get lunch or see a movie, ending up at Zeke's to watch TV then screw each other like rabbits. It still had a romantic edge to it. After all, the 'toys' Zeke had gotten Casey for Christmas had been opened at his place for a reason.
It was now three days before Casey left for his second semester; his things were already re-packed, and his mother was teary-eyed at every switch and turn. She'd already started a care-package for Casey to bring to the west, complete with homemade goodies-Snickerdoodles, of course, along with jam-jars she'd made that summer, a 'College Kid Cookbook' from Borders, whatever else she saw fit to cram into Casey's suitcases. She and his father had claimed Casey's last two nights, leaving this one for Zeke and Zeke alone. They'd almost called to see what Stokely and Stan were doing, but at the last minute, Zeke had said, “Eh... let 'em suck face as much as they can before Stokes heads back to Texas.” It'd been said with Zeke's brand of casual sarcasm, but even with their new 'arrangement', Casey knew... if they were to come apart after tonight, they'd have to have a big send-off with doors locked, phone off the hook and clothes on the floor.
Casey hopped up Zeke's front steps and immediately smiled; though it was close to freezing outside, Zeke had left the door open halfway. During the Spring and Summer, he'd always left it open for Casey instead of making him knock and wait. That made their getting-together feel more homey and sweet, and even if things had changed...
“Hey,” Casey called into the house.
He'd just shut the door when Zeke appeared in the doorway of the kitchen at the end of the hall. “You just missed the guy from 'China Star',” he said with a grin.
“Ooh.” Casey grinned back and shuffled into the kitchen, where he was greeted with savory-salty scents. He took a deep breath and hummed. “Got my number-ten?”
Zeke turned and presented Casey with his foil tray. He grabbed his own in one hand, threw forks and napkins on top and grabbed two beers. “Let's go watch Lifetime.”
It'd always been their most fun tradition, watching cheesy made-for-TV movies involving women in every precarious, overdramatic situation the station could shove through the screen. Tonight they had a real treat in store; Danica McKellar's Moment of Truth: Cradle of Conspiracy was on. “Gee. I wonder if that guy's a pimp that's gonna sell her body in Me-hee-co,” Zeke remarked when the archetypical 'Perfect Boyfriend' Kenny entered the scene, seducing the unsuspecting 'Kristen'.
“Mmm, I think he's got a collection of high school girls in his basement, all chained to radiators,” Casey said.
“You're on.”
One of them were usually right, or at least close; finding that the plot involved 'Kenny' getting girls pregnant and selling the babies on the black market was a surprise, one that had them hooting and chortling. “OH yea, this has happened what... a dozen or so times at our old alma mater?” Casey said through rampant chuckling.
“Baker's dozen, at the very fucking least,” Zeke said as he set his almost-empty dinner tray on the coffee table, sat back, patted his full belly then slid his arm over Casey's shoulders to tuck him in against his side. Though Casey's own dinner was barely half-eaten, it was set aside with Zeke's to enjoy the closeness.
~*~
“So... what's it gonna be, anyway?”
“What's what gonna be?”
“Your final, decided major. Duh.”
Zeke smiled and shrugged at the question while sucking back a drag. It was odd, their not being naked and crawling all over each other by now. After the movie ended at eight o'clock, they'd gotten into Zeke's hallowed junk-food cabinets, two of them to be exact, and plopped down on the couch again to pump as much sugar into themselves as they could. It'd give them energy for later, but for now, Zeke finally replied, “I'm set on computer science, actually. Biology would've been interesting, but computers are the 'here and now' shit nowadays.”
“Yea, it's blowing-up. That'd be awesome for you,” Casey said.
“And I dunno... if it's just that, fuck moving outta Ohio,” Zeke said, sinking into his seat with a wry expression. “Plenty of good schools out here.”
“Or in Cali,” Casey said with a note of mischief. Zeke chuckled and looked to him.
“So you DO want me to follow ya, huh?”
“I wouldn't say no, no.”
“But we're takin' it casual now.”
Casey frowned a little. “That... doesn't mean I can't stand you anymore, or not want you around...?”
“I know, I know.” Zeke groaned and sat up to snuff the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray. A silence fell between them for a few moments, making Casey feel awkward. A quick glance at the clock showed the time at nine-thirty-five.
'We've got hours,' Casey thought, thinking, 'It's almost over,' at the same time. He didn't know if he wanted it all to rush by or feel like a month, instead of half-a-day. One thing was for sure-they couldn't screw-around making small talk anymore. He moved in on Zeke until they were a breath apart; Zeke turned away from the ashtray, stopped and stared at Casey's smile. “How about... we shut the fuck up about school and shit? Dunno why I brought it up, anyway,” Casey said.
A shaky smirk crossed Zeke's lips, which he eventually licked before leaning down to put them upon Casey's. However nice it always was, kissing Zeke, it seemed odd-hesitant. Before Casey could move back to ask, “What's wrong?” however, Zeke shifted gears, took the back of Casey's head and mouthed Casey so deep, the boy's eyes rolled back behind the closed lids.
The usual grappling started, with Zeke taking hold of one of Casey's wrists, his other hand clenched in a fist at Casey's hair. He liked to show dominance and control, and while Casey almost always let him have it, he wouldn't let go that easy. Casey smiled into the kiss as he pulled away, needing all of his strength to do so. Zeke followed, mouth open and wet; Casey chuckled in whispers as he darted away a few times, needing to be forceful as Zeke was holding onto him with clenched fists. A low growl escaped him.
“Don't play with me,” he said.
“Mmm...” Casey hummed his reply while still turning away, the smile on his face widening. He kept on jerking this way and that, Zeke's face getting crimson as he fought to get the upper-hand. Casey thought he was giving up when the hand holding his wrist left, but when Zeke reached down between Casey's legs and made a whole-handed grab over his cock and balls, Casey froze. He shook his legs open and went still, silent.
“I know how to shut you up,” Zeke said directly into Casey's ear, which he began sucking and biting at. Casey rolled his body up and down, leaving the teasing behind now. He wanted Zeke, bad-wanted everything the young man could DO to him.
A low, chest-shuddering groan came from his chest when Zeke began swirling his tongue deep into Casey's ear. 'No f-fair,' Casey's thoughts stuttered. This was one thing that made him melt and go dumb with pleasure, and Zeke knew it. He somehow worked past the enormous amount of du-u-u-h to give Zeke the same treatment. The older boy loved it when his nipples received light touches, so Casey made his fingers dance in whispers over Zeke's t-shirt. The small nubs underneath hardened instantly, Zeke trembling as they each worked each other to excitement, want and sexual glory.
There was nothing like having someone undress you to Casey, not even the all-out act of intercourse. This was where things got the most personal-where you put every ounce of trust in the person you were with. Being naked was the ultimate insecurity, especially for Casey, who had long believed that no one, no one, would want to see him nude. They'd laugh and tease, point out that he was an uncircumcised freak, so skinny it was laughable. But he was everything Zeke wanted in a boy, and just how many times had Zeke said he looked “So strong”? Zeke made Casey feel not just worthy, but of incredible value. He'd left the insecure blushing behind ages ago in favor of lifting himself up to let Zeke strip him down with ease.
Zeke, of course, received the same affection and attention. “I've always wanted to see it,” Casey had said the first time Zeke slipped his jeans off, revealing the strong, long cock Casey had wanted for years and years in his mouth, ass-all over him. In the moment, Casey was staring at the body he unwrapped... every Christmas, birthday, whatever, was right here. Zeke's lean-muscled form was a present every time. Now equally and completely nude, the boys pressed into each other and made everything ferocious. Tangled, damp and moaning in unison, just THIS-the rubbing, aching and push-pulling at each others' bodies was sex.
It went on for some time before suddenly, Zeke groaned and pulled away. “Damn it.”
“What?”
“'Forgot to bring everything down here.”
Casey blinked and moved up to sit, Zeke moving away to allow it. “Then we go upstairs.”
Sighing, Zeke stood then took Casey's hand to pull him up. The moment they were standing, Zeke was back to kissing Casey, this time needing to bend down to keep them together. It created an awkward walk to the stairs, one so full of stumbling it made Casey giggle. With Casey going first up the stairs, backwards, he was more eye-level with the kiss-hungry boy still attacking his mouth with his own. They'd almost made it to the top when Zeke, looking ravenous, sucked Casey's mouth hard while one hand drifted to his chest and plucked a nipple-the other sliding around Casey's hip to his ass, where he shoved the tip of his finger into the opening. Casey's knees buckled and relaxed, almost too much. He quickly slapped a hand on the banister and held on to keep himself from falling. The pair was stopped now, going nowhere else. Casey's heart was working too hard in trying to pump blood to his brain, too focused on the southern regions of himself. There was no way he was going to be able to walk the ten feet more to Zeke's bedroom, not like this.
Zeke followed him on the way down, making Casey's dropping onto the small platform between the stairs easier. The hardwood flooring was cold-everything was cold, but Casey barely felt it. It all switched to heat, as if he was placed next to a roaring, fire-filled furnace when Zeke slipped back a step, pushed Casey's knees up and placed his tongue into Casey's cleft. Casey's world was spinning now in feeling the hot, wet mouth encompass his hole and start sucking at it. The top of his head braced into the corner of the walls as every muscle tightened and he gave in. Zeke had never done this to him before, saying it wasn't in his top-ten 'to-do' list. That had changed in the last handful of seconds; Zeke wasn't just touching, but hungry in his actions, his talented tongue digging in as far as he could make it. The start of Casey's inner, muscled walls was getting treated to total, complete bliss. He moaned louder and louder, gone wanton, begging in the action of taking the back of Zeke's head to push him closer. “Yesss...” Casey said, hissing the word.
It seemed to go on forever, Casey not minding the time and attention in the slightest, before Zeke slid away and up; he dragged his opened lips and tongue from Casey's cleft to his balls, to his cock, the line of his groin on BOTH sides, his navel to chest to neck, until his lower half was nestled against Casey's and their lips were locked together again. They rolled together back and forth, Casey running his feet over Zeke's calves and the rise of his ass. In the lifting of his hips, Zeke's cock was perfectly aligned with its ultimate goal; neither one of them said anything when Zeke positioned quick and began pushing in.
Even with lube and slicked-up condoms, it'd hurt; that had always been a given. So it was a wonder that everything was so painlessly smooth right now, as if the arrangement was perfectly prepared already. Zeke made it all the way in, taking this first thrust slow until he could drive in no further. He rose up on his hands a moment to look down at Casey, Casey staring up at him. The look on Zeke's face emoted deep, dark concentration... Casey's lower lip quivered as if on its own, and Zeke moved back down to start kissing again.
This wasn't fucking, or making love, but some otherworldly event that Casey had never attended before. Zeke's hips and thrusts were made of swelling saltwater, waves a surfer would find their 'ultimate bliss'. He fought past the numbness of his brain to push and pull back, his arms thrown over Zeke's shoulders to keep them plastered together. His grip was so strong, he found himself off the floor, hovering over it as Zeke's hands braced into the wood to fight gravity for the both of them. Casey was blessed, being this diminutive; he'd always cursed it, but it was perfect for the act they performed now. Everything was Zeke... Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, the boy that never ever let anyone past his defenses-no one but Casey had ever been here before, like this.
But however strong Zeke was, he couldn't hold it together forever. He let Casey fall, gently but firmly, back onto the wood and took over. When Casey focused on his face, he saw even more darkness than before; it went past desire into some other strange, unfamiliar territory, and when Zeke growled, closed his eyes and pounded inside much harder than before, Casey let out a strangled, shocked yelp and braced himself. This was more of an attack than lovemaking now; Casey both loved it and feared it, wondering how long it'd go on. The sudden urge to lift his face up and kiss Zeke in a gentle press was unbearable, as if Zeke needed the reminder that Casey could, in fact, be torn apart. “I l-love you,” Casey murmured into the corner of Zeke's mouth.
Zeke's frenzy eased in an instant. He stopped altogether, pausing to swallow and reopen his eyes to look down at Casey. He said nothing; a hand left the back of Casey's knee to rest on his cheek a moment instead. Casey's lips parted as fingertips danced over them, a strange, loving worship running over his skin. Zeke swallowed, stopped and moved down to give Casey the sweetest, most beautiful kiss he'd ever bestowed upon Casey's mouth.
Everything switched, once again, the act becoming easier, smoother and loving. Casey felt the corners of his eyes go wet as Zeke reached between them to stroke Casey's hard, desperate cock. The loose skin at the head was pulled back, and all it took for Casey to belt out a few moans and come violently was a thumb running over the purple, leaking head and his prostate getting the deep massage from inside. When it came to an end, he was numb and jelly-like, unable to contribute anything more... besides words.
“Baby... come on, ba-baby,” he whispered up at Zeke, who was now concentrating on getting to his OWN pleasure-precipice. Zeke clenched his eyes shut and held onto Casey's hips as he drove in and out, the rhythm perfect and designed to bring himself off. Casey was somehow able to lift a hand and brush it over one side of Zeke's chest. “Come in me,” Casey murmured. That was all it took for Zeke to make a hard series of quakes and jerks, speed up and finish off deep inside of Casey's body... wholly, for the first time.
Spent and exhausted, Zeke panted as he slid out of Casey and moved to his side. All Casey could do was stare up at the ceiling, wondering where all this emotion was flooding in from; that's all he felt now, unable to pinpoint exactly HOW he felt. He simply felt, felt hard.
Zeke rubbed his face with one hand, his expression blank. Casey looked over at him, wanting to say something, but it'd all be gibberish. It'd come out in a blubbering mess, going by the way his eyes were suddenly overflowing. Zeke finally turned to look at him; they stayed silent until he parted his lips to speak.
“Sorry.”
“F-For... what?”
Sniffing, Zeke's nose twitched as he said, “I'd started... thinking... of things. Back there.”
“Thinking...?” Casey blinked and frowned in confusion. Zeke reached a hand to his cheek and rubbed a tear-stained spot away.
“You, with someone else.”
“Huh... I--”
“I don't want you with anyone else. I fuckin' d-don't.” Zeke rarely stammered. Casey could only stare at the boy, who was trembling again while shaking his head. “'Felt like I was fucking you for the last time, and I don't fucking want that.”
“I...” Casey started but needed to swallow. His throat was dry and it hurt. Tears sprang free completely and he sobbed as he said, “I don't e-either.”
A long silence went between them now; Zeke sniffed once, moved onto his side and traced lazy circles over Casey's belly. “Casey?”
“Yea?”
“Wanna... go out with me?” The sad expression on Zeke's face melted away into a sweet, playful smile. “Go steady, meaning?”
They'd been going steady for a long time, without either one of them asking for it. That was, up until a few weeks ago, when they'd made a stupid, mutual decision that they didn't care anymore. Before Casey could confirm it, he closed his eyes and tried, for just one brief moment, to imagine Zeke with that 'someone else'. It only took a nanosecond of that for Casey to reopen his eyes, smile and reply, “Yea.”
“Cool,” Zeke murmured before taking Casey's hip, turning him toward him and start kissing him, soft and slow.