Hello readers! I needed to get this out to make my promise so excuse any grammar errors and such! This is the part two to the last chapter so enjoy! Expect the next one by the end of the week.

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Here we go!


"The End Days"

Chapter Two (Part II): "Boyfriend Material"

Ian knows what he wants; he just needs the right person.

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Ian thinks he's…nice.

Casper pretty much abandoned his homework to converse with Ian; he's easy to talk to and against his usual tight-lipped demeanor when he first meet people, Ian told Casper a lot about himself, not too many specifics, but, more than he would with any other person.

Casper told Ian his parents know about his sexuality- and they accept it. His school is very welcoming of gay kids, as well. Ian almost sputtered his coffee at that revelation. That floored him, Ian knows places and people exist that are accepting of gays, but, living in the Southside, that is a far-cry from that reality.

Ian notices how Casper more feminine mannerisms come out during conversations that really get him going. This makes Ian smirk, if you pay attention close enough, Casper screams gay.

And Ian hasn't felt more comfortable in a long time.

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"So how is the beautification of Chicago going for you?" Ian jokingly asks Casper; the duo left the coffee shop finally after two hours of idle chat and getting to know one another.

"Hilarious, but it's going really well, I like the city." Casper replies, playfully nudging Ian with his elbow making Ian smirk.

Ian, expecting to head to the bus stop, is stopped by Casper who points to a shiny, black Honda Civic. "What, you like Hondas?" giggles Ian, which elicited an eye roll from Casper.

"Yes I do, so much that my parents got me one for my eighteenth birthday, that's my car." Casper explains. Ian forgets Casper is more than well off, he assumes Casper could have gotten a more fancy car if he begged for it long enough. This doesn't make Ian jealous; he just understands how green the grass is elsewhere.

"Oh, well then where to?" Ian asks once he follows Casper and gets into his car.

"Mmm, not quite sure but let's drive around." Casper offers.

Casper doesn't turn the music up so it is a soft murmur of a beat playing in the background, Ian feels weird by the closeness and semi-privacy they have with being in the car, he feels stuffy and the comfortable silence is becoming awkward. Ian feels he needs to say something but he waits for Casper to break first; he has been sneaking glances at Ian's face, his hands and his crotch for the past ten minutes. Ian notices this and he doesn't know what to think of it.

"So…"-Casper put his hand, fingers splayed, on Ian's thigh, Ian gasps almost inaudibly and doesn't move-"…I know we really don't know each other but, with what I do know, I like you." Casper says in an odd tone, like he's testing the waters. Ian looks at Casper's neutral-faced side profile. Ian isn't ready for whatever Casper is wanting, for sure, he is still pinning for him.

Ian sighs and shakes his leg, Casper takes the hint and removes his hand, looking letdown, "You're cool, Casper, but I'm sort of getting over somebody and I don't want you to think I'm more into this than I really am."

Casper nods his head, "Okay I can understand that…well not the part that someone would break up with you, just the interest thing."

"Oh, what the hell," Casper mutters as he pulls into a non-descript alleyway between two sleazy-looking buildings and turns off his car. Ian raises his eyebrow and begins to ask what the hell he was doing but before he could speak, Casper clicks his seatbelt off and in warp-speed, stretches over the console and kisses Ian square on the mouth.

"He isn't afraid to kiss me."

Ian is shocked at first, unmoving his lips against the urgency of Casper's. His lips are soft though, and Ian's body naturally warms to the stimulation and he relaxes, kissing Casper back at a slower pace, effectively slowing Casper down to lazy smooches before they both pull away, breathing ragged.

"Shit." Ian says.

"Yeah." Casper wipes his mouth and innocently cuts his eyes to the backseat. Ian knows what this means.

Casper wants to fuck.

Ian's thoughts begin to swirl around in his head, should I? I should. I just met him; he's nice, what about Mickey?

Mickey. Ian rapidly blinks to stop that train wreck of thoughts and looks at Casper again, whose eyes are hooded and face flushed. Ian also can't ignore the sizable bulge in Casper's light wash jeans.

"I have condoms!" Casper hurriedly says, probably because of Ian's conflicted face. Ian is, after all, seventeen years old, the simple prospect of sex makes his cock stir in his boxer briefs. So…he goes for it.

Ian grabs the back of Casper's neck and kisses him hard. Casper moans in approval automatically and their tongues begin to dance around each other mouths. They both break away in enough time to shed their bigger jackets and clumsily climb into the backseat. It's a tight fit with both of their heights but for what their intending to do, it'll work.

Casper and Ian pulls and grabs each other shirts off and once they're both bare on top, Casper nudges Ian down horizontally on seat and kisses him from his neck to the top of his jeans, getting a hiss from Ian, "Shit, shit! Casper," Ian breathily coos.

"You gonna let me taste your cock?" Casper says in a seductive tone, Ian almost said "what?" out loud but he wasn't going to stop him. He just nods and let Casper pull his jeans along with his underwear down to his knees, his erection lying on his belly.

Ian grunts the second he feels Casper hand grasp his dick and feels his mouth take him in. Casper doesn't waste time, he bobs and slurps in rhythmic pace, driving a squirming Ian insane all the while. Casper does this for another few minutes before he stops, much to Ian's irritation, and takes his shoes, pants and underwear all the way off, Ian wonders why Casper completely undressed.

Casper reaches to the center glove compartment and takes out a travel sized lube bottle and a condom. Ian attentively watches as Casper slicks himself and after, takes the condom out of the foil package. Once Casper has the condom on Ian, Ian tries to sit up to switch their position where he is more dominate but Casper lays a hand flat on his chest.

"No, I want to ride you." Casper whispers, lips and cheeks still pink from the exertion of blowing Ian.

Ian eyes widen, he has never been ridden before and becomes more excited from the thought of it about to happen. He doesn't get to think long before Casper crawls up his body, in a "froggy" position and braces his hand on the passenger head rest.

"You ready?" Casper tentatively asks.

"Fuck, yes come on!" Ian growls out, growing more restless. Ian doesn't have this problem for another second when he feels Casper grab his sheathed dick and presses it inside him, bottoming out.

Casper gasps and moans almost like a woman when he begins to ride Ian with earnest. Ian holds Casper thighs and bucks up into him, his groans becoming more guttural.

They go like this for ten more minutes before Ian feels himself reaching the edge, "Ungh, speed up, I'm close." Casper listens and follows through. Casper jerks himself to release and catches his excess with his hand, Ian pushing up into him once more before meeting his end.

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Ian lays in his bed wanting to think but not get lost in his thoughts. He doesn't regret hooking up with Casper- or exchanging numbers, but a piece of him feels like he betrayed his love for Mickey.

He know he loves Mickey, and he knows Mickey loves him, he didn't get an exact date for the wedding but he feels like he's running out of time.

Ian needs to find him, again.

This time they are going to talk, whether Mickey wants to or not. He has to.

Because Ian knows he just might lose him forever.