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priscaHello F-List. It's weekend and about time for a new chapter "HtL". Sorry that have had to wait for almost two weeks for this - I hope you can still remember what's happened in the last part? You should ... or go back and re-read first ;)
Title: Highspeed to love (20/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ? ;)
Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / tbc
.The next he realized were his arms around Zeke's neck, his lips on Zeke's lips. But even more surprising was that Zeke didn't push him away shocked. He was still holding him and the tip of his tongue had sneaked into Casey's mouth, maybe a bit hesitating, but he was kissing him back.
Casey had already kissed before. Adam. Michael. And of course Steven, his hot pizza boy for one summer. The things he could do with his tongue, oh boy ... but kissing Zeke was different. Shivers were running up and down his spine. The kiss felt like a promise for more. Zeke would be a fantastic lover ...
But finally Zeke broke away. Casey barely dared to look at him. His eyes, so big and dark, flattering unsure and ... what? Soft lips, still wet from their kiss. The nose, the cheeks. The slightly tousled hair. Shit, he was breathtaking. Casey wanted to touch him, kiss him but he didn't dare to move.
In the end it was Zeke who broke the silence.
"Why have you done this?"
His voice was a bit shaky.
Casey smiled.
"Why did you kiss back," he asked softly.
Zeke stared at him and shook the head.
"This means nothing at all," he murmured.
But he stayed where he was like rooted to the spot. He didn't run away disgusted. He didn't kick Casey out. He just held him in his arms, his lips so near and ready for the next kiss. Casey couldn't resist. He touched him with his thumb, stroked his cheeks, his temple, his lips, slight and slow. Zeke's eyes flattered nervously. Casey could feel him trembling when he kissed him again. But his mouth opened to let him in....
When he heard Zeke's deep moaning he noticed that he was not just kissing him. His hands seemed to act like on it's own will, wanted to discover more. Run over his bare arms - boy, he had muscles - and finally ended up at his chest. Found one of his nipples and he could feel it harden instantly. He started a soft massage. Zeke's breathing quickened. He gasped loud, when Casey pinched him slightly.
"Want me to stop," Casey whispered, bent forward and closed his mouth around one nipple. God, this felt good, even through the shirt. But if Zeke would say 'no' he would have to stop, he knew this.
"Oh shit!"
This was answer enough. Casey smiled and reached down to take the t-shirt off. Already before he had seen Zeke shirtless, but today it was different. His tanned skin, his muscles, his dark nipples, the small hairline which disappeared into Zeke's waistband and promised so much. His belly rise and fell heavily.
When he slid down from the sofa, Zeke opened his eyes and stared at him. Casey put his hands onto his thighs and opened them carefully. Zeke kept quiet when he knelt between them. Eye contact when he touched his groin. Zeke groaned again.
Suddenly Casey's mouth felt dry. What the hell was he actually doing? He had Zeke always seen as the top-er, the guy who needed to control everything. But here he was, Casey Connor, and he could make him look so unsure. Even if the bulge in his jeans told another story. Zeke wanted this as much as Casey wanted it.
+++
Casey couldn't say, how long it had lasted, but he had enjoyed every minute of it. He had opened Zeke's Jeans and had taken out his dick. An impressive one, but this didn't surprise him in the slightest. All of Zeke was special. Even the stifled, whimpering noises he made when Casey teased his balls, licked the shaft. When he finally closed his lips around it and started to suck.
Not until Zeke had climaxed he had let him go again. Never before he had done this with another guy. But he hadn't wanted this to come to an end. He didn't know what would come next. He was not sure what Zeke would do, as much as he had enjoyed it. Still gasping for air Casey smacked his lips. He could still taste him.
Zeke narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, fuck you," he groaned.
Casey swallowed hard. His body was buzzing with excitement.
"Yeah," he murmured.
"You can do this if you want!"
For a moment there was a deep silence. Finally Zeke got up, looking for his boxer-shorts. It was a short, awkward moment.
"No Casey, we can't," he said while he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Aakron, remember, the seminar? We're gonna leave at the break of day. You need to nap now."
Bang. The door was shut and Casey was alone. He took a deep breath and tried hard to stay calm. Freaking out wouldn't be helpful, he knew that for sure. He had gotten more tonight than he had ever dared to dream about. And now he had to pay the price. No, he wouldn't regret what he has done. He wanted to do it again ... and again ... and again ... till the end of his life.
Wait ... wait ... wait ... stop! He really needed to stay realistic. He had no idea what had gotten into Zeke tonight that he had let it happen. And he did like it. Oh yes, he did! But this didn't mean that it would happen again. That they were together now - not to mention for the rest of their life. Zeke had just made this crystal clear.
Tomorrow he would go to Aakron to the seminar. And Zeke would stay here in his garage. Life would go on for both of them. At least Zeke didn't kick him out right now. He would still give him a ride to Aakron tomorrow. Probably it was good that he had to leave for two weeks. This gave them both time to think about it, to calm down again. And when he came back maybe they could leave this night behind and still be friends as before.
"Case?"
He looked up and wondered when Zeke had returned. What was this smile supposed to mean? And why the heck was he still wearing only his tight shorts? Casey had to drag himself away from this awesome sight.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It will be better now to go downstairs. I still have to put my stuff together."
Zeke shrugged.
"I wouldn't mind if you wanna stay here," he said.
Casey blinked.
"What?"
"Stay with me tonight!"
go to part 21
Title: Highspeed to love (20/ ???)
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ? ;)
Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / tbc
.The next he realized were his arms around Zeke's neck, his lips on Zeke's lips. But even more surprising was that Zeke didn't push him away shocked. He was still holding him and the tip of his tongue had sneaked into Casey's mouth, maybe a bit hesitating, but he was kissing him back.
Casey had already kissed before. Adam. Michael. And of course Steven, his hot pizza boy for one summer. The things he could do with his tongue, oh boy ... but kissing Zeke was different. Shivers were running up and down his spine. The kiss felt like a promise for more. Zeke would be a fantastic lover ...
But finally Zeke broke away. Casey barely dared to look at him. His eyes, so big and dark, flattering unsure and ... what? Soft lips, still wet from their kiss. The nose, the cheeks. The slightly tousled hair. Shit, he was breathtaking. Casey wanted to touch him, kiss him but he didn't dare to move.
In the end it was Zeke who broke the silence.
"Why have you done this?"
His voice was a bit shaky.
Casey smiled.
"Why did you kiss back," he asked softly.
Zeke stared at him and shook the head.
"This means nothing at all," he murmured.
But he stayed where he was like rooted to the spot. He didn't run away disgusted. He didn't kick Casey out. He just held him in his arms, his lips so near and ready for the next kiss. Casey couldn't resist. He touched him with his thumb, stroked his cheeks, his temple, his lips, slight and slow. Zeke's eyes flattered nervously. Casey could feel him trembling when he kissed him again. But his mouth opened to let him in....
When he heard Zeke's deep moaning he noticed that he was not just kissing him. His hands seemed to act like on it's own will, wanted to discover more. Run over his bare arms - boy, he had muscles - and finally ended up at his chest. Found one of his nipples and he could feel it harden instantly. He started a soft massage. Zeke's breathing quickened. He gasped loud, when Casey pinched him slightly.
"Want me to stop," Casey whispered, bent forward and closed his mouth around one nipple. God, this felt good, even through the shirt. But if Zeke would say 'no' he would have to stop, he knew this.
"Oh shit!"
This was answer enough. Casey smiled and reached down to take the t-shirt off. Already before he had seen Zeke shirtless, but today it was different. His tanned skin, his muscles, his dark nipples, the small hairline which disappeared into Zeke's waistband and promised so much. His belly rise and fell heavily.
When he slid down from the sofa, Zeke opened his eyes and stared at him. Casey put his hands onto his thighs and opened them carefully. Zeke kept quiet when he knelt between them. Eye contact when he touched his groin. Zeke groaned again.
Suddenly Casey's mouth felt dry. What the hell was he actually doing? He had Zeke always seen as the top-er, the guy who needed to control everything. But here he was, Casey Connor, and he could make him look so unsure. Even if the bulge in his jeans told another story. Zeke wanted this as much as Casey wanted it.
+++
Casey couldn't say, how long it had lasted, but he had enjoyed every minute of it. He had opened Zeke's Jeans and had taken out his dick. An impressive one, but this didn't surprise him in the slightest. All of Zeke was special. Even the stifled, whimpering noises he made when Casey teased his balls, licked the shaft. When he finally closed his lips around it and started to suck.
Not until Zeke had climaxed he had let him go again. Never before he had done this with another guy. But he hadn't wanted this to come to an end. He didn't know what would come next. He was not sure what Zeke would do, as much as he had enjoyed it. Still gasping for air Casey smacked his lips. He could still taste him.
Zeke narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, fuck you," he groaned.
Casey swallowed hard. His body was buzzing with excitement.
"Yeah," he murmured.
"You can do this if you want!"
For a moment there was a deep silence. Finally Zeke got up, looking for his boxer-shorts. It was a short, awkward moment.
"No Casey, we can't," he said while he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Aakron, remember, the seminar? We're gonna leave at the break of day. You need to nap now."
Bang. The door was shut and Casey was alone. He took a deep breath and tried hard to stay calm. Freaking out wouldn't be helpful, he knew that for sure. He had gotten more tonight than he had ever dared to dream about. And now he had to pay the price. No, he wouldn't regret what he has done. He wanted to do it again ... and again ... and again ... till the end of his life.
Wait ... wait ... wait ... stop! He really needed to stay realistic. He had no idea what had gotten into Zeke tonight that he had let it happen. And he did like it. Oh yes, he did! But this didn't mean that it would happen again. That they were together now - not to mention for the rest of their life. Zeke had just made this crystal clear.
Tomorrow he would go to Aakron to the seminar. And Zeke would stay here in his garage. Life would go on for both of them. At least Zeke didn't kick him out right now. He would still give him a ride to Aakron tomorrow. Probably it was good that he had to leave for two weeks. This gave them both time to think about it, to calm down again. And when he came back maybe they could leave this night behind and still be friends as before.
"Case?"
He looked up and wondered when Zeke had returned. What was this smile supposed to mean? And why the heck was he still wearing only his tight shorts? Casey had to drag himself away from this awesome sight.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It will be better now to go downstairs. I still have to put my stuff together."
Zeke shrugged.
"I wouldn't mind if you wanna stay here," he said.
Casey blinked.
"What?"
"Stay with me tonight!"
go to part 21
