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Title: Ulysses
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Fifty for five. That's all Casey asked for.
“You were serious.”
“Yea.”
“Christ. I can't believe this...”
“You're here, aren't you?”
Zeke looked away from the fifty dollars in his hand to Casey. His stare had its usual chill and firmness, making Casey wonder if he was about to get beaten-up... or worse, laughed at. Who wouldn't find this funny? “Yea. I'm here,” Zeke replied finally. Casey squirmed upon the rock he'd been sitting on for the last hour.
“So...”
“So?”
“So are you gonna do it?” Casey said in a rush. He couldn't look Zeke in the eye. His own set darted around the area, scanning the ground, budding leaves on the trees and bushes. 'This was a mistake. A big, fucking, mistake...'
“Dunno. I don't actually need the money. 'Guess I came out all this way to see if you'd actually MEANT it,” Zeke said. He wore a tiny smirk, one that could be seen as a mocking variety. “So, you bust your ass washing dishes at Bick's, and instead of saving up for college--”
“If you don't want the fucking money, give it back, go home then tell everyone at school what a fucking loser I am, it's all up to you,” Casey said, rushing through the words again. They couldn't linger; no matter how private this area was, a jogger could come across them any moment now. Or maybe this was a trap, and Zeke decided to share the information of this 'sale' with half the school. The paranoia made Casey flinch every time a twig snapped in the distance.
“You shouldn't be so damned desperate,” Zeke said, but he surprised Casey in pocketing the cash. “But-whatever. Being a fag in a red state's not exactly easy, is it?”
Casey tried ignoring the insult. 'It's just how he says shit,' he thought. Deciding to move along, Casey finally dared to look at Zeke directly. “You gotta do it right. I want at least five minutes,” he said.
Zeke's smirk widened into an actual grin. “Sure, kiddo. It's your money.”
“'K,” Casey mumbled.
“Move over.”
Casey did so. Fuck. This was going to happen, wasn't it? 'The fuck have I done...' he panicked in his mind as Zeke settled in next to him on the boulder. His anxiety grew when Zeke sighed, stamped his cigarette out and put their hips together. The tall, lean and fucking-hell gorgeous young man nudged Casey with his elbow. “Loosen up, for fuck's sake,” he said.
“I've never done this. Okay? Cut... cut me some slack,” Casey replied softly.
“Man. You ARE desperate.” A beeping then came from below; Zeke's watch. He raised it up and pressed a few buttons. “I was early. Cool.”
“You showed up, like I said.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow. “Color me curious,” he replied before sliding a hand to the back of Casey's neck to hold it in a firm but gentle hand. That alone made Casey's insides quake. “So, you're serious-never?” Zeke asked. Casey shook his head; Zeke sighed. “And you wanna have this 'first' like this, huh?”
This was getting annoying. Casey was paying a whole fifty bucks just for a five-minute-makeout, not reminders about what a loser he was. He went to move away, tugging against Zeke's hold. “You don't wanna do this, so whatever, I'm leav--”
“Shh,” Zeke hushed. He held Casey even tighter, pulling him closer. “Just fucking with you a bit. Can't blame me for it.”
Casey wrinkled his nose and tried calming down. A moment or two passed before Zeke raised his other hand, took Casey's chin and turned his face to his. Their noses now brushed together; Casey's apprehension snapped clear away, replaced with electric, fiery want. The lips he'd fantasized about for ages were an inch away from his own, his for the taking. Zeke moved his fingers from Casey's chin to his cheek, brushing lightly over the skin. “C'mere, pretty boy,” Zeke murmured before placing his mouth on Casey's.
The girls hadn't lied. From the first wet touch, Casey was convinced that no one, not one person on Earth, kissed like Zeke did. He started off teasing, opening his lips the smallest bit and pulling away, returning with a cock of his head to make it deeper. The hand that had been at Casey's neck slid to his shoulder; Casey was pulled in tighter and turned a little, all to receive Zeke in the fullest. However inexperienced he was, Casey knew enough about kissing to open his mouth wider in the hopes that Zeke would do the same-that he'd start fucking Casey's tongue with his own. As expected, Zeke didn't disappoint. Hot breathing washed over Casey's cheek, Zeke taking air in greedily. Casey started feeling light-headed, attributing it to the act being performed...
Zeke suddenly pulled away; he gave Casey an odd look. “Breathe,” he told the boy. It made Casey realized that he'd been holding his breath. He must've looked like an idiot in letting it out then gaping for oxygen, but Zeke only smirked and licked his lips. “You can kiss and breathe at the same time, y'know. Jesus.”
Embarrassed but determined, Casey swallowed and made the next move. The kiss he initiated was just as good as the last, if not better... now that Casey was fucking breathing this time. He unhinged his fist from the denim of his jeans and went to move it to Zeke's thigh, but he wasn't sure; that wasn't part of the deal.
“Just kissing, no fucking or... anything.” Casey hadn't included groping. Still, he could say 'Sorry, I got carried away,' if Zeke stopped him, couldn't he? Taking the dare, he finally put his hand on Zeke's thigh, keeping it still as to not startle the older boy into saying, “The deal's off,” and stalking away. When Zeke didn't even pause, when the kiss deepened further, Casey felt safe enough to press his fingertips in. The strong muscles underneath tightened and Zeke himself squirmed a little-he liked it. He liked it. Or... he was stimulated, anyway. It didn't matter. Zeke may have not been interested in guys, but he was giving it his all. Perhaps it wasn't nice to think, I bought you, but Casey couldn't help it. Who here had sold himself? Not Casey. He was the power-holder, here, not Zeke.
But when Zeke swirled his tongue over the circle of Casey's wide-open lips, Casey felt power-less, lost, bewildered-overcome. The unbidden whimper that escaped Casey was nothing but desperation, just as Zeke had described him, but Casey didn't care. Let Zeke see, and hear, his want. Perhaps that would stoke a fire in the young man, as well, and they'd make this five-minute deal into ten. Maybe they'd lose all track of time altogether. Maybe clothes would come off, maybe Zeke would notice how hard he'd made Casey's nipples and take pity on them.
Or maybe Zeke's watch was going off again. No-no maybe, it was. Zeke put a slow but sure end to their kissing and brought his wrist up. “There we go,” he said while shutting off the noise.
No... he'd timed it. He'd actually timed it to the very minute. Even if that was part of this weird, fucked-up transaction, it felt unfair. “You liked it... right?” Casey asked. At Zeke's shrug, he wanted to puke. “'K.”
“No, it was all right, I guess,” Zeke said.
“You 'guess'?”
“Yea. C'mon, Case...” Zeke groaned to a stand and looked down on the boy. “...That was a job, not boyfriend-fun. Don't get weird on me.”
Casey nodded, defeated but trying to keep a good face on. “You're not gonna say anything at school,” he said.
“Yea, cos' I'm gonna advertise the fact that I made-out with the class geek?” Zeke said with a smirk.
Casey almost felt offended-almost, but he hung onto the idea that maybe Zeke had spoken with endearment, instead of taunting him. Casey had gotten what he wanted, sort of. At the moment, however, he realized how hard he'd gotten. No way was he going to be able to sit on a bike seat for the two mile ride home. He looked to where he'd come from; the trail had ended not far from here. It led to the park, which had restrooms. It'd have to do. “Thanks,” he said as he stood.
“No sweat,” Zeke said. “You gonna stick around, or do you have a ride home?”
“Oh. Um... rode my bike, and... yea. I'm gonna hang out a while,” Casey said. He couldn't help a small smile; in a way, that'd been sweet, hadn't it? Zeke Tyler sweet, anyway.
“'K.”
The pair set off-surprisingly, together. Though they didn't say anything to each other, it was nice to make the walk back side-by-side. At least Casey didn't feel used, not that he had the right to feel that way. He'd gotten what he'd came for, just fine. After what seemed like too short a time, they reached the main area of the park which opened up to the barbeque set-ups and shack-like bathroom. Casey noted immediately, with great dismay, that there was a heavy population of children and their parents gathered around it, loud shouting and laughter filling the air. People were going in and out, some smoking right by the door to the men's side. It was usually quieter than this on a Wednesday afternoon, but Casey realized that this was the first, really warm summery day Herrington had seen in months. It stood to reason that it'd bring everyone out to enjoy. Damn it all. He'd simply have to endure the discomfort and get home, as soon as humanly possible.
He'd expected Zeke to say, “See ya,” and head off in the opposite direction, but as it turned out, he'd parked at the far end of the lot away from the hubbub, only two places down from the bike rack where Casey had parked. Zeke hadn't meant this, of course, but it still felt nice. “I did like it, y'know,” Casey told him. The embarrassed smile couldn't be helped. “They didn't lie.”
“Who didn't?”
“The girls at school.”
Zeke raised his eyebrows as he got to the driver's side door of the GTO. “Ah. The girls at school,” he said.
Had Casey just offended him somehow? The tone of his voice sounded sarcastic, but Casey put it to the back of his mind. He had more pressing matters; hard, fiberglass-seating pressing. “Well... I'll see ya,” he said after unlocking his bike and pulling it from the metal bars. Zeke sat in his car, lighting yet another cigarette. His door stayed open, engine off as he stared Casey's way.
“Don't kid yourself,” he said.
“Huh?” 'I WON'T see you...?' Casey thought.
“You're not getting home on that thing.”
“What... are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about what's going on between your legs.”
Casey's whole body went stiff and straight. “H-Huh?” he said again.
“It's a little noticeable. And, to be blatantly honest, pretty fucking impressive,” Zeke said, voice deadpan. All Casey could do was stare through saucers of eyes as Zeke hissed out a line of smoke and nodded to the backseat. “Just hop in.”
“Hop... but my bike--” Casey went to say, but was interrupted by Zeke's groaning.
“Not for a ride, for release. No one comes out to this end of the lot,” Zeke said.
This was unbelievable. “Are you... telling me... to jerk-off in your car?”
“You ain't getting home otherwise.”
Casey swallowed hard as he stared into the car, backseat specifically. He couldn't do this-could he? He next whipped his head around, left to right, scanning the area. Zeke was right; it was entirely quiet and unpopulated, far away from the playground and picnic areas. Not far enough to avoid a sexually-deviant criminal charge, however. “I can't,” he said. When Zeke rolled his eyes, Casey frowned. “You're being ridiculous, Zeke-the fuck, I'd like to stay off Ohio's sexual-predator listing, thanks!”
“Forget I offered,” Zeke said, putting his hands up as a sign that he was giving it up. “I was just trying to make sure you didn't lose the ability to have kids, that's all.”
Casey looked away toward the picnic area again. Still too many people. “I'll just wait around, see if--”
“There IS a bathroom on the other side of the park,” Zeke interrupted. Casey blinked.
“Huh? No there isn't.”
“Yuh-huh. Near the old pavilion, where they hold the whole polka-party things. The ones they show on the local channel... from like, the eighties and shit,” Zeke said.
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“It's this little thing, tucked away in the woods, but I've sneaked in here enough to--”
“Not the bathroom, the whole... polka shit.”
A wide smile crossed Zeke's lips as he got out of the car. “When you're half-in-the-bag at two AM, you'll watch anything. You won't believe the shit you'll buy on HSN after a few shots of Jägermeister,” he said. When all Casey could do was stare blankly at him, Zeke straightened and nodded toward the other end of the park. “It's not surrounded by kids and the whole duck-feeding season isn't in full gear yet-it's waaay past the pond and shit anyway.”
“Okay, what... exactly is the reason you care so much anyway?” Casey asked.
“I'm a nice guy. C'mon... I'll show you where it is.” Zeke then shut the door of the car, locked it and began walking. This gave Casey no choice other than to follow.
The idea was getting more and more ridiculous as they went on. Once past the soccer fields and basketball courts placed in the middle of the field, Zeke led them down the long drive that went to the way back by the park ranger's station, instead of the stone walkways going to the park's ponds and gardens. The longer they walked, the more Casey chafed. By the time they made it to a stairway Casey hadn't ever used before, he was tired and aching. “Zeke...”
“Ain't long now,” Zeke said.
The stairs went on forever, but Casey plodded on. As Zeke had predicted, only a few small groups of people were feeding the fowl; once-finally-at the top by the gardens, Casey looked around. Since the flowers weren't anywhere near blooming, the population was even thinner. One jogger passed them by, so into his workout and whatever music he was listening to on his headphones that he didn't even look at them.
The old pavilion was familiar enough, but not what lie behind it. After walking down the thin drive leading to the far exit of the park, Zeke pointed ahead and to the right. “There we are,” he said.
“That's a bathroom? I thought it was some storage shed,” Casey replied.
“No one uses it. You don't even gotta go in a stall.”
It hit Casey now, and it surprised him that he hadn't thought, 'Holy god, Zeke's taking me to a deserted part of the park to jack-off in a super-old, super-secret restroom,' early on in their trek. He looked between the dilapidated shack to Zeke a few times before sauntering over. “Thanks, I guess,” he said.
“'Welcome.”
Casey sniffed, shrugged to himself and went down the small, winding dirt lane leading to the place. It was so old, so forgotten, he couldn't tell which side was for men. The signs had long since fallen, or rotted off. It didn't matter in the end, but he was pleased that his first guess was right; extremely-old urinals were on one side, while two stalls sat on the other. Casey started undoing his jeans before he got to the one furthest away. He went to lock it but groaned when he saw that it'd been broken off, probably a few decades ago. “Whatever,” he grumbled aloud.
Even though the toilet was in dire need of a scrubbing, he sat down on the lid, eased back and reached past the denim waist to his aching, blood-heavy shaft. This wasn't the most optimal of scenarios; the air around him was cold and damp, smelling of age and slight decay; the toilet paper hung on the wall to his left looked like it'd been dipped into water then set out to dry, stained beige and crinkled; a slat of plywood had been nailed to the wall on his right, which was shared by the other stall... 'Glory-hole,' Casey thought as he started rubbing himself.
Perhaps, however, that was a bit exciting. A bit. At any rate, Casey needed to shift his thinking, which in the end wasn't difficult to accomplish.
'If he fucks like he kisses...' Christ, he'd been good. The only regret Casey had was not asking for more, because something deep inside of himself knew Zeke would've done it. Ten minutes, instead of five... perhaps mutual masturbation, or jerking each other off. There was no way he could propose another 'transaction' after today, however. He'd needed all the guts in the world to ask him for the make-out purchase alone, never mind stripping or fondling. Casey closed his eyes and harkened back to a mere twenty-or-so minutes before; he slid his tongue out to lick his lower lip, hoping that he could still taste Zeke's smoky-but-sweet kiss again. He could... just a tiny, little bit, but it was enough to make his wrist jerk faster, his knees to go inward, listen to someone walking in...
'Shit! God fucking DAMN it! Fuck!' Casey cursed repeatedly in his mind. He quick pulled his legs back in and stopped everything he was doing as he heard a zipper go down. Next came the clear sound of someone relieving themselves in the urinal, and going by the stream, whoever was there was letting go of a week's worth of coffee. Casey dropped his head. Hopeless... so fucking hopeless. He dared a glance under the stall's door then froze. He knew those boots.
“Zeke?”
“Hmm?”
“Oh, for... fuck's sake!!”
“What, I needed to piss.”
“Evidently-couldn't go off in the woods? And what the hell are you still DOING here, anyway??”
“I told you there was a bathroom... I didn't sign over the deed to it, did I?” Zeke replied in a wry voice.
Casey couldn't help a groan. “Well, hurry up.”
“I know what you're doing, just go on-pretend I ain't here.”
No. Grunting in frustration, Casey stood, put himself together again... 'god, this hurts,'... then pulled the door open, just in time to see Zeke standing back to start getting his OWN jeans to rights. Not before Casey he caught a glimpse of one of the most impressive, gorgeous cocks he'd ever seen, however. That 'glimpse' turned into outright staring, even after the zipper and button was done-up and Zeke turned to him. Realizing that he'd been gaping, Casey shot his eyes back up to Zeke's face. The young man, looking tired, sighed and nodded to the stall behind Casey.
“Go on,” he said.
Go? Go where? “Huh?”
Zeke made another sigh, longer and deeper than the last. He stepped over, pushed the door open and waved Casey in. Feeling numb, Casey returned-only this time, Zeke went with him. “Forget how to do this?” Zeke asked.
“Wha?”
“For fifty bucks, I'll give you a refresher course.”
“I... don't have...” Casey went to say, but his eyes slid over to Zeke's hand, which produced the bill Casey had given him. Without a word, Zeke reached over, shoved the bill into Casey's pocket and moved in. Casey looked down as Zeke began opening Casey's jeans again. 'He's... paying me...' Casey sucked his stomach in when Zeke reached past the waist of his underwear and cradled Casey's cock in his palm.
“There we go... it's easy, see?” Zeke murmured as he raised Casey's chin with his other hand to make their eyes meet. He put their foreheads together, a wicked grin curling onto his lips. It was pressed against Casey's mouth again, the littlest bit-a whisper of his previous kissing, but enough to make Casey weak in the knees all over again, with or without Zeke's hand down his pants. “Your face is real pretty for a boy, y'know.”
'Pretty' wasn't what most young men wanted to be described as, but from Zeke, to Casey? Casey was just fine with it, especially since it'd been made as a compliment. Zeke made a hungry-sounding breath as he cocked his head, opened his mouth and clamped it over Casey's to start a hard, wet suck. They were back to their previous exchange, only this time it'd been Zeke paying for it. Casey's back and ass met the cold metal wall of the stall, sending his skin aflame with goosebumps. That and the contact below made him squirm and whimper; he pushed his hips forward and curled his fingers into the belt-loops of Zeke's low-slung Levis. One of those hands was tugged roughly away and shoved between them; Casey now felt the hard, long ridge pressing against the denim. It was only fair.
Neither of them spoke to encourage or give instruction. Even if Casey had never held a cock other than his own, he knew what he liked. Zeke let him explore, undoing button, zip then down, finding that Zeke liked 'hanging free'. Everything was up-for-grabs, literally, so Casey slipped his other hand behind Zeke to the small of his back, not sure if Zeke wanted his backside touched. The answer came when Zeke gave another rough pull to Casey's wrist to move it down, then pushed forward to press their bellies together. It made their jerking and tugging awkward-the loveliest kind, where it was obvious that two boys were eager and wanting as much contact as possible. Casey cupped one mound and braced his fingers into the dip that led to Zeke's thigh, all to hold on tight while he quickened the pace in the front.
It wasn't long before Casey started caving to what had to be the most intense orgasm rising up in his overheated loins. His working Zeke's dick became too erratic and distracted; Zeke huffed, moved Casey's hand off of him and put all concentration on Casey's body, which immediately dropped into total and complete pleasure. Casey howled once then bit his lip; the deafening echo he made was one that would bring everyone from the park into here, wondering who was being stabbed. He banged his head back a few times while soaking both of their stomachs, until his vision went fuzzy and he went limp.
“Who-o-oa...” Zeke muttered, grabbing Casey around the waist to keep him from dropping to the floor. Casey blinked fast and tried focusing on Zeke's small smile. All he did for a few moments was gulp for air, get oxygen to his brain... regain composure.
“S-Sorry,” he finally managed to reply.
“S'okay,” Zeke said. Casey made a drowsy smile back then looked down between them. Zeke was still hard-waiting. But when Casey reached down to start again, Zeke shook his head and moved back. “N'aw, no big.”
“Huh?”
“Don't need it.”
Casey frowned. “Like hell.”
“Seriously.”
“But...” Casey watched as Zeke did himself up again; before leaving the stall, he gave one last kiss, a mere peck to Casey's lips. Casey watched him step over to the sinks.
“There're paper towels. I'll soak some down for ya,” Zeke said.
Casey sniffed, stepped away from the wall and waited. He looked down at his soaked stomach... also catching sight of his pocket, where the fifty was poking out of. Standing straighter, he took it out and held it up to Zeke, who'd just turned back to him with the promised towels. “Fifty bucks, we go back to your place,” Casey said.
“Uhh... this...” Zeke chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “...Is getting kinda silly, now.”
“I wanna suck your dick. That's silly?”
~*~
“Hey, Case?”
“Wuh?”
Zeke lit his cigarette and turned to Casey. “Fifty bucks you go get us a couple beers?”
Casey snorted and looked to the bill Zeke was holding out to him. “Now that is silly.”
“I'm too tired-willing to pay.”
“I am, too, but... fine.” Casey snatched the bill away, got up from Zeke's living room couch and wandered into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. The fact that he was wandering around Zeke-Fucking-Tyler's house like this was enough to make him laugh out loud, but he composed himself enough to grab two Heinekens, head back and sit down next to the older boy. A bottle was handed over, Zeke making a grunt that Casey read as a 'thank you'. “Hey, Zeke?”
“Mmm?” Zeke hummed past the rim of the bottle.
Chuckling, Casey held up the fifty. “Fifty bucks for a foot rub?”
“Ah, that I don't do.”
“C'mon. It's fifty bucks?”
Zeke sighed and put his head back on the couch. He blew a stream of smoke at the ceiling then said, “Throw in another blowjob afterward and we'll talk.”
“Sounds good to me,” Casey said. Fifty bucks went a long, long way... probably would for a long, long time.
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Sorry it took so danged long. :) I hope your day was massively awesome, babe.
*HUG*!
Title: Ulysses
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Fifty for five. That's all Casey asked for.
“You were serious.”
“Yea.”
“Christ. I can't believe this...”
“You're here, aren't you?”
Zeke looked away from the fifty dollars in his hand to Casey. His stare had its usual chill and firmness, making Casey wonder if he was about to get beaten-up... or worse, laughed at. Who wouldn't find this funny? “Yea. I'm here,” Zeke replied finally. Casey squirmed upon the rock he'd been sitting on for the last hour.
“So...”
“So?”
“So are you gonna do it?” Casey said in a rush. He couldn't look Zeke in the eye. His own set darted around the area, scanning the ground, budding leaves on the trees and bushes. 'This was a mistake. A big, fucking, mistake...'
“Dunno. I don't actually need the money. 'Guess I came out all this way to see if you'd actually MEANT it,” Zeke said. He wore a tiny smirk, one that could be seen as a mocking variety. “So, you bust your ass washing dishes at Bick's, and instead of saving up for college--”
“If you don't want the fucking money, give it back, go home then tell everyone at school what a fucking loser I am, it's all up to you,” Casey said, rushing through the words again. They couldn't linger; no matter how private this area was, a jogger could come across them any moment now. Or maybe this was a trap, and Zeke decided to share the information of this 'sale' with half the school. The paranoia made Casey flinch every time a twig snapped in the distance.
“You shouldn't be so damned desperate,” Zeke said, but he surprised Casey in pocketing the cash. “But-whatever. Being a fag in a red state's not exactly easy, is it?”
Casey tried ignoring the insult. 'It's just how he says shit,' he thought. Deciding to move along, Casey finally dared to look at Zeke directly. “You gotta do it right. I want at least five minutes,” he said.
Zeke's smirk widened into an actual grin. “Sure, kiddo. It's your money.”
“'K,” Casey mumbled.
“Move over.”
Casey did so. Fuck. This was going to happen, wasn't it? 'The fuck have I done...' he panicked in his mind as Zeke settled in next to him on the boulder. His anxiety grew when Zeke sighed, stamped his cigarette out and put their hips together. The tall, lean and fucking-hell gorgeous young man nudged Casey with his elbow. “Loosen up, for fuck's sake,” he said.
“I've never done this. Okay? Cut... cut me some slack,” Casey replied softly.
“Man. You ARE desperate.” A beeping then came from below; Zeke's watch. He raised it up and pressed a few buttons. “I was early. Cool.”
“You showed up, like I said.”
Zeke cocked an eyebrow. “Color me curious,” he replied before sliding a hand to the back of Casey's neck to hold it in a firm but gentle hand. That alone made Casey's insides quake. “So, you're serious-never?” Zeke asked. Casey shook his head; Zeke sighed. “And you wanna have this 'first' like this, huh?”
This was getting annoying. Casey was paying a whole fifty bucks just for a five-minute-makeout, not reminders about what a loser he was. He went to move away, tugging against Zeke's hold. “You don't wanna do this, so whatever, I'm leav--”
“Shh,” Zeke hushed. He held Casey even tighter, pulling him closer. “Just fucking with you a bit. Can't blame me for it.”
Casey wrinkled his nose and tried calming down. A moment or two passed before Zeke raised his other hand, took Casey's chin and turned his face to his. Their noses now brushed together; Casey's apprehension snapped clear away, replaced with electric, fiery want. The lips he'd fantasized about for ages were an inch away from his own, his for the taking. Zeke moved his fingers from Casey's chin to his cheek, brushing lightly over the skin. “C'mere, pretty boy,” Zeke murmured before placing his mouth on Casey's.
The girls hadn't lied. From the first wet touch, Casey was convinced that no one, not one person on Earth, kissed like Zeke did. He started off teasing, opening his lips the smallest bit and pulling away, returning with a cock of his head to make it deeper. The hand that had been at Casey's neck slid to his shoulder; Casey was pulled in tighter and turned a little, all to receive Zeke in the fullest. However inexperienced he was, Casey knew enough about kissing to open his mouth wider in the hopes that Zeke would do the same-that he'd start fucking Casey's tongue with his own. As expected, Zeke didn't disappoint. Hot breathing washed over Casey's cheek, Zeke taking air in greedily. Casey started feeling light-headed, attributing it to the act being performed...
Zeke suddenly pulled away; he gave Casey an odd look. “Breathe,” he told the boy. It made Casey realized that he'd been holding his breath. He must've looked like an idiot in letting it out then gaping for oxygen, but Zeke only smirked and licked his lips. “You can kiss and breathe at the same time, y'know. Jesus.”
Embarrassed but determined, Casey swallowed and made the next move. The kiss he initiated was just as good as the last, if not better... now that Casey was fucking breathing this time. He unhinged his fist from the denim of his jeans and went to move it to Zeke's thigh, but he wasn't sure; that wasn't part of the deal.
“Just kissing, no fucking or... anything.” Casey hadn't included groping. Still, he could say 'Sorry, I got carried away,' if Zeke stopped him, couldn't he? Taking the dare, he finally put his hand on Zeke's thigh, keeping it still as to not startle the older boy into saying, “The deal's off,” and stalking away. When Zeke didn't even pause, when the kiss deepened further, Casey felt safe enough to press his fingertips in. The strong muscles underneath tightened and Zeke himself squirmed a little-he liked it. He liked it. Or... he was stimulated, anyway. It didn't matter. Zeke may have not been interested in guys, but he was giving it his all. Perhaps it wasn't nice to think, I bought you, but Casey couldn't help it. Who here had sold himself? Not Casey. He was the power-holder, here, not Zeke.
But when Zeke swirled his tongue over the circle of Casey's wide-open lips, Casey felt power-less, lost, bewildered-overcome. The unbidden whimper that escaped Casey was nothing but desperation, just as Zeke had described him, but Casey didn't care. Let Zeke see, and hear, his want. Perhaps that would stoke a fire in the young man, as well, and they'd make this five-minute deal into ten. Maybe they'd lose all track of time altogether. Maybe clothes would come off, maybe Zeke would notice how hard he'd made Casey's nipples and take pity on them.
Or maybe Zeke's watch was going off again. No-no maybe, it was. Zeke put a slow but sure end to their kissing and brought his wrist up. “There we go,” he said while shutting off the noise.
No... he'd timed it. He'd actually timed it to the very minute. Even if that was part of this weird, fucked-up transaction, it felt unfair. “You liked it... right?” Casey asked. At Zeke's shrug, he wanted to puke. “'K.”
“No, it was all right, I guess,” Zeke said.
“You 'guess'?”
“Yea. C'mon, Case...” Zeke groaned to a stand and looked down on the boy. “...That was a job, not boyfriend-fun. Don't get weird on me.”
Casey nodded, defeated but trying to keep a good face on. “You're not gonna say anything at school,” he said.
“Yea, cos' I'm gonna advertise the fact that I made-out with the class geek?” Zeke said with a smirk.
Casey almost felt offended-almost, but he hung onto the idea that maybe Zeke had spoken with endearment, instead of taunting him. Casey had gotten what he wanted, sort of. At the moment, however, he realized how hard he'd gotten. No way was he going to be able to sit on a bike seat for the two mile ride home. He looked to where he'd come from; the trail had ended not far from here. It led to the park, which had restrooms. It'd have to do. “Thanks,” he said as he stood.
“No sweat,” Zeke said. “You gonna stick around, or do you have a ride home?”
“Oh. Um... rode my bike, and... yea. I'm gonna hang out a while,” Casey said. He couldn't help a small smile; in a way, that'd been sweet, hadn't it? Zeke Tyler sweet, anyway.
“'K.”
The pair set off-surprisingly, together. Though they didn't say anything to each other, it was nice to make the walk back side-by-side. At least Casey didn't feel used, not that he had the right to feel that way. He'd gotten what he'd came for, just fine. After what seemed like too short a time, they reached the main area of the park which opened up to the barbeque set-ups and shack-like bathroom. Casey noted immediately, with great dismay, that there was a heavy population of children and their parents gathered around it, loud shouting and laughter filling the air. People were going in and out, some smoking right by the door to the men's side. It was usually quieter than this on a Wednesday afternoon, but Casey realized that this was the first, really warm summery day Herrington had seen in months. It stood to reason that it'd bring everyone out to enjoy. Damn it all. He'd simply have to endure the discomfort and get home, as soon as humanly possible.
He'd expected Zeke to say, “See ya,” and head off in the opposite direction, but as it turned out, he'd parked at the far end of the lot away from the hubbub, only two places down from the bike rack where Casey had parked. Zeke hadn't meant this, of course, but it still felt nice. “I did like it, y'know,” Casey told him. The embarrassed smile couldn't be helped. “They didn't lie.”
“Who didn't?”
“The girls at school.”
Zeke raised his eyebrows as he got to the driver's side door of the GTO. “Ah. The girls at school,” he said.
Had Casey just offended him somehow? The tone of his voice sounded sarcastic, but Casey put it to the back of his mind. He had more pressing matters; hard, fiberglass-seating pressing. “Well... I'll see ya,” he said after unlocking his bike and pulling it from the metal bars. Zeke sat in his car, lighting yet another cigarette. His door stayed open, engine off as he stared Casey's way.
“Don't kid yourself,” he said.
“Huh?” 'I WON'T see you...?' Casey thought.
“You're not getting home on that thing.”
“What... are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about what's going on between your legs.”
Casey's whole body went stiff and straight. “H-Huh?” he said again.
“It's a little noticeable. And, to be blatantly honest, pretty fucking impressive,” Zeke said, voice deadpan. All Casey could do was stare through saucers of eyes as Zeke hissed out a line of smoke and nodded to the backseat. “Just hop in.”
“Hop... but my bike--” Casey went to say, but was interrupted by Zeke's groaning.
“Not for a ride, for release. No one comes out to this end of the lot,” Zeke said.
This was unbelievable. “Are you... telling me... to jerk-off in your car?”
“You ain't getting home otherwise.”
Casey swallowed hard as he stared into the car, backseat specifically. He couldn't do this-could he? He next whipped his head around, left to right, scanning the area. Zeke was right; it was entirely quiet and unpopulated, far away from the playground and picnic areas. Not far enough to avoid a sexually-deviant criminal charge, however. “I can't,” he said. When Zeke rolled his eyes, Casey frowned. “You're being ridiculous, Zeke-the fuck, I'd like to stay off Ohio's sexual-predator listing, thanks!”
“Forget I offered,” Zeke said, putting his hands up as a sign that he was giving it up. “I was just trying to make sure you didn't lose the ability to have kids, that's all.”
Casey looked away toward the picnic area again. Still too many people. “I'll just wait around, see if--”
“There IS a bathroom on the other side of the park,” Zeke interrupted. Casey blinked.
“Huh? No there isn't.”
“Yuh-huh. Near the old pavilion, where they hold the whole polka-party things. The ones they show on the local channel... from like, the eighties and shit,” Zeke said.
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“It's this little thing, tucked away in the woods, but I've sneaked in here enough to--”
“Not the bathroom, the whole... polka shit.”
A wide smile crossed Zeke's lips as he got out of the car. “When you're half-in-the-bag at two AM, you'll watch anything. You won't believe the shit you'll buy on HSN after a few shots of Jägermeister,” he said. When all Casey could do was stare blankly at him, Zeke straightened and nodded toward the other end of the park. “It's not surrounded by kids and the whole duck-feeding season isn't in full gear yet-it's waaay past the pond and shit anyway.”
“Okay, what... exactly is the reason you care so much anyway?” Casey asked.
“I'm a nice guy. C'mon... I'll show you where it is.” Zeke then shut the door of the car, locked it and began walking. This gave Casey no choice other than to follow.
The idea was getting more and more ridiculous as they went on. Once past the soccer fields and basketball courts placed in the middle of the field, Zeke led them down the long drive that went to the way back by the park ranger's station, instead of the stone walkways going to the park's ponds and gardens. The longer they walked, the more Casey chafed. By the time they made it to a stairway Casey hadn't ever used before, he was tired and aching. “Zeke...”
“Ain't long now,” Zeke said.
The stairs went on forever, but Casey plodded on. As Zeke had predicted, only a few small groups of people were feeding the fowl; once-finally-at the top by the gardens, Casey looked around. Since the flowers weren't anywhere near blooming, the population was even thinner. One jogger passed them by, so into his workout and whatever music he was listening to on his headphones that he didn't even look at them.
The old pavilion was familiar enough, but not what lie behind it. After walking down the thin drive leading to the far exit of the park, Zeke pointed ahead and to the right. “There we are,” he said.
“That's a bathroom? I thought it was some storage shed,” Casey replied.
“No one uses it. You don't even gotta go in a stall.”
It hit Casey now, and it surprised him that he hadn't thought, 'Holy god, Zeke's taking me to a deserted part of the park to jack-off in a super-old, super-secret restroom,' early on in their trek. He looked between the dilapidated shack to Zeke a few times before sauntering over. “Thanks, I guess,” he said.
“'Welcome.”
Casey sniffed, shrugged to himself and went down the small, winding dirt lane leading to the place. It was so old, so forgotten, he couldn't tell which side was for men. The signs had long since fallen, or rotted off. It didn't matter in the end, but he was pleased that his first guess was right; extremely-old urinals were on one side, while two stalls sat on the other. Casey started undoing his jeans before he got to the one furthest away. He went to lock it but groaned when he saw that it'd been broken off, probably a few decades ago. “Whatever,” he grumbled aloud.
Even though the toilet was in dire need of a scrubbing, he sat down on the lid, eased back and reached past the denim waist to his aching, blood-heavy shaft. This wasn't the most optimal of scenarios; the air around him was cold and damp, smelling of age and slight decay; the toilet paper hung on the wall to his left looked like it'd been dipped into water then set out to dry, stained beige and crinkled; a slat of plywood had been nailed to the wall on his right, which was shared by the other stall... 'Glory-hole,' Casey thought as he started rubbing himself.
Perhaps, however, that was a bit exciting. A bit. At any rate, Casey needed to shift his thinking, which in the end wasn't difficult to accomplish.
'If he fucks like he kisses...' Christ, he'd been good. The only regret Casey had was not asking for more, because something deep inside of himself knew Zeke would've done it. Ten minutes, instead of five... perhaps mutual masturbation, or jerking each other off. There was no way he could propose another 'transaction' after today, however. He'd needed all the guts in the world to ask him for the make-out purchase alone, never mind stripping or fondling. Casey closed his eyes and harkened back to a mere twenty-or-so minutes before; he slid his tongue out to lick his lower lip, hoping that he could still taste Zeke's smoky-but-sweet kiss again. He could... just a tiny, little bit, but it was enough to make his wrist jerk faster, his knees to go inward, listen to someone walking in...
'Shit! God fucking DAMN it! Fuck!' Casey cursed repeatedly in his mind. He quick pulled his legs back in and stopped everything he was doing as he heard a zipper go down. Next came the clear sound of someone relieving themselves in the urinal, and going by the stream, whoever was there was letting go of a week's worth of coffee. Casey dropped his head. Hopeless... so fucking hopeless. He dared a glance under the stall's door then froze. He knew those boots.
“Zeke?”
“Hmm?”
“Oh, for... fuck's sake!!”
“What, I needed to piss.”
“Evidently-couldn't go off in the woods? And what the hell are you still DOING here, anyway??”
“I told you there was a bathroom... I didn't sign over the deed to it, did I?” Zeke replied in a wry voice.
Casey couldn't help a groan. “Well, hurry up.”
“I know what you're doing, just go on-pretend I ain't here.”
No. Grunting in frustration, Casey stood, put himself together again... 'god, this hurts,'... then pulled the door open, just in time to see Zeke standing back to start getting his OWN jeans to rights. Not before Casey he caught a glimpse of one of the most impressive, gorgeous cocks he'd ever seen, however. That 'glimpse' turned into outright staring, even after the zipper and button was done-up and Zeke turned to him. Realizing that he'd been gaping, Casey shot his eyes back up to Zeke's face. The young man, looking tired, sighed and nodded to the stall behind Casey.
“Go on,” he said.
Go? Go where? “Huh?”
Zeke made another sigh, longer and deeper than the last. He stepped over, pushed the door open and waved Casey in. Feeling numb, Casey returned-only this time, Zeke went with him. “Forget how to do this?” Zeke asked.
“Wha?”
“For fifty bucks, I'll give you a refresher course.”
“I... don't have...” Casey went to say, but his eyes slid over to Zeke's hand, which produced the bill Casey had given him. Without a word, Zeke reached over, shoved the bill into Casey's pocket and moved in. Casey looked down as Zeke began opening Casey's jeans again. 'He's... paying me...' Casey sucked his stomach in when Zeke reached past the waist of his underwear and cradled Casey's cock in his palm.
“There we go... it's easy, see?” Zeke murmured as he raised Casey's chin with his other hand to make their eyes meet. He put their foreheads together, a wicked grin curling onto his lips. It was pressed against Casey's mouth again, the littlest bit-a whisper of his previous kissing, but enough to make Casey weak in the knees all over again, with or without Zeke's hand down his pants. “Your face is real pretty for a boy, y'know.”
'Pretty' wasn't what most young men wanted to be described as, but from Zeke, to Casey? Casey was just fine with it, especially since it'd been made as a compliment. Zeke made a hungry-sounding breath as he cocked his head, opened his mouth and clamped it over Casey's to start a hard, wet suck. They were back to their previous exchange, only this time it'd been Zeke paying for it. Casey's back and ass met the cold metal wall of the stall, sending his skin aflame with goosebumps. That and the contact below made him squirm and whimper; he pushed his hips forward and curled his fingers into the belt-loops of Zeke's low-slung Levis. One of those hands was tugged roughly away and shoved between them; Casey now felt the hard, long ridge pressing against the denim. It was only fair.
Neither of them spoke to encourage or give instruction. Even if Casey had never held a cock other than his own, he knew what he liked. Zeke let him explore, undoing button, zip then down, finding that Zeke liked 'hanging free'. Everything was up-for-grabs, literally, so Casey slipped his other hand behind Zeke to the small of his back, not sure if Zeke wanted his backside touched. The answer came when Zeke gave another rough pull to Casey's wrist to move it down, then pushed forward to press their bellies together. It made their jerking and tugging awkward-the loveliest kind, where it was obvious that two boys were eager and wanting as much contact as possible. Casey cupped one mound and braced his fingers into the dip that led to Zeke's thigh, all to hold on tight while he quickened the pace in the front.
It wasn't long before Casey started caving to what had to be the most intense orgasm rising up in his overheated loins. His working Zeke's dick became too erratic and distracted; Zeke huffed, moved Casey's hand off of him and put all concentration on Casey's body, which immediately dropped into total and complete pleasure. Casey howled once then bit his lip; the deafening echo he made was one that would bring everyone from the park into here, wondering who was being stabbed. He banged his head back a few times while soaking both of their stomachs, until his vision went fuzzy and he went limp.
“Who-o-oa...” Zeke muttered, grabbing Casey around the waist to keep him from dropping to the floor. Casey blinked fast and tried focusing on Zeke's small smile. All he did for a few moments was gulp for air, get oxygen to his brain... regain composure.
“S-Sorry,” he finally managed to reply.
“S'okay,” Zeke said. Casey made a drowsy smile back then looked down between them. Zeke was still hard-waiting. But when Casey reached down to start again, Zeke shook his head and moved back. “N'aw, no big.”
“Huh?”
“Don't need it.”
Casey frowned. “Like hell.”
“Seriously.”
“But...” Casey watched as Zeke did himself up again; before leaving the stall, he gave one last kiss, a mere peck to Casey's lips. Casey watched him step over to the sinks.
“There're paper towels. I'll soak some down for ya,” Zeke said.
Casey sniffed, stepped away from the wall and waited. He looked down at his soaked stomach... also catching sight of his pocket, where the fifty was poking out of. Standing straighter, he took it out and held it up to Zeke, who'd just turned back to him with the promised towels. “Fifty bucks, we go back to your place,” Casey said.
“Uhh... this...” Zeke chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “...Is getting kinda silly, now.”
“I wanna suck your dick. That's silly?”
~*~
“Hey, Case?”
“Wuh?”
Zeke lit his cigarette and turned to Casey. “Fifty bucks you go get us a couple beers?”
Casey snorted and looked to the bill Zeke was holding out to him. “Now that is silly.”
“I'm too tired-willing to pay.”
“I am, too, but... fine.” Casey snatched the bill away, got up from Zeke's living room couch and wandered into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. The fact that he was wandering around Zeke-Fucking-Tyler's house like this was enough to make him laugh out loud, but he composed himself enough to grab two Heinekens, head back and sit down next to the older boy. A bottle was handed over, Zeke making a grunt that Casey read as a 'thank you'. “Hey, Zeke?”
“Mmm?” Zeke hummed past the rim of the bottle.
Chuckling, Casey held up the fifty. “Fifty bucks for a foot rub?”
“Ah, that I don't do.”
“C'mon. It's fifty bucks?”
Zeke sighed and put his head back on the couch. He blew a stream of smoke at the ceiling then said, “Throw in another blowjob afterward and we'll talk.”
“Sounds good to me,” Casey said. Fifty bucks went a long, long way... probably would for a long, long time.