Casey gazed out of the car window. Zeke noticed he was nervous.
"You're welcome." He said to Casey, not taking his eyes off the road. Casey looked at him.
"For what?"
"Saving you from Delilah." Zeke replied, steering around a corner. Casey shrugged.
"She's not that bad. Sometimes she can be a decent person." He said. Zeke grinned.
"Casey, she'll never feel the same way about you as you do about her. You know that, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Casey told him, looking out the window again. Zeke pulled the car into his driveway, and got out. Casey got out after him, and followed him into the garage.
"Casey, you forget. I'm a genius. I have a higher IQ than Miss. Burke and Mrs. Olson put together. I know these things, and Delilah is just a parasite." Zeke told him, pulling open the door.
"So, this is your house?" Casey asked, switching the subject. Zeke nodded, and they stepped inside. Casey gazed in wonder. It was like something from Dr. Frankenstein's lab, all set up with tubing and chemicals.
"Wow." Casey breathed, looking at some of the formulas that were written out on the board.
"Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate this shit." Zeke replied, petting his pet mouse. Casey turned to him.
"Ok, Zeke. Let's hear it. Did.did you and Miss. Burke.you know." He stammered. Zeke looked up and shrugged.
"No. We never have gotten around to actually fucking." He admitted. Casey looked disappointed.
"But you know, maybe soon. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she won't admit she wants to." Zeke elaborated.
"But how do you know? I mean, in class it's like she hates you. You make her life a living hell." Casey replied, "How do you know that she wants you?"
"Trust me. When you've been with as many women as I have, you can tell these things. When I touch her, her breath quickens. And her lips are so needy." Zeke told him softly. Casey's eyes widened.
"You.You've touched her?" he asked in awe.
"Casey, you really are a virgin, aren't you?" Zeke laughed, "Yah, man, I've touched her. Just playing with her a little. Ran my hand up her thigh, teased her nipple a bit with my thumb.you know."
"No, actually, I don't." Casey said, bitterly, looking down at his feet. Zeke instantly felt bad.
"You've never even.no one's even ever touched you.got you off?" he asked, curiously. Casey blushed, and shook his head. Zeke sighed.
"Sorry, man." He said softly, and Casey shrugged. Zeke busied himself adding a substance that Casey couldn't see to a test tube. Casey looked at some of the labeled bottles on the shelves. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Zeke turned to Casey.
"Casey, are you up for me helping you out?" He asked. Casey looked at him.
"What do you mean?" He muttered. Zeke grinned coyly.
"Well, I mean, no one's ever touched you. You don't know what it's like to feel someone else's hands on your skin." Zeke said softly, stepping closer to him. Casey blushed bright red and started stammering.
"Listen, if you're not up for it, you can tell me. My feelings won't be hurt. It's just that I can't stand the fact that no one's ever got you off. To put it bluntly, let me." Zeke reasoned. He stepped up to Casey, who was shaking now, and breathing hard.
"I.Are you serious?" He managed, staring in Zeke's eyes. Zeke shrugged.
"As a funeral." He replied, reaching over, wrapping a hand around Casey's waist and pulling him closer to him. Casey was about to protest, when Zeke bent his head down and lightly touched his lips to his. The sensation sent sparks all the way down Casey's spine, and he drew in one staggered breath before Zeke's lips came at him again. Casey gave in as Zeke teased his bottom lip with his tongue. When Casey closed his eyes, Zeke drew away and raised his eyebrows in question. Casey nodded his permission, and Zeke crushed his mouth to Casey's. Zeke noticed that Casey's kiss was really needy. It was strange, Zeke had imagined kissing Casey before, but he hadn't known it would feel so.good and soft. He broke the kiss, and pulled Casey by the arm towards a door in the back.
"What.Where are we going." Casey questioned, trying to catch his breath.
"Shhhh."Zeke told him, "Don't question me." Zeke opened the door to reveal a little room, with a bed, a dresser, and some other abstract items, such as a chair and a book or two scattered on the floor. Zeke pulled Casey inside and shut the door.
"Zeke, I don't know if." Casey started, but Zeke silenced him with a hard kiss.
"Don't back out now, Casey." He said, breaking the kiss, "You need this." Zeke had more to say, to assure Casey that he should do this, but he couldn't remember what it was. All he could think about was how seconds ago Casey's tongue had been battling with his, and how good it had felt. Casey looked up at him, and Zeke recognized the want in his eyes. But there was something different there. Nervousness.
"Zeke, I don't really know how.I might not be.I might not be able to do everything you want me to." Casey stammered. Zeke smiled at him.
"Casey, I don't expect you to do anything. Just relax, and let me do the work." He replied, pulling the hem of Casey's shirt up and over his head. Casey blushed as Zeke ran his rough, callused fingers down his bare chest, stopping to circle around his nipples for a moment, before continuing downward towards the top of his jeans.
"Relax." Zeke whispered, noticing his staggered breathing. He pushed Casey softly backward towards the bed. When Casey sat on the edge, Zeke sat beside him. He reached down and stroked his thigh gently, bringing his hand up closer towards Casey's lap.
"Zeke."Casey said softly, between kisses, "I.I want to touch you." Zeke nodded, and pulled his shirt off. He lay back on the bed as Casey brought his hand out and touched Zeke's stomach. He winced and Casey pulled his hand back.
"Casey, what?" Zeke asked, trying hard not to grab his hand and push it where he needed it most.
"You winced. Are you ok?" Casey asked.
"I'm fine," Zeke sighed, "But if you don't put you hands back on me I won't be." Casey slowly reached over and stroked Zeke's chest. Zeke lay back and watched. God, he wanted Casey. Why, he didn't know. He wasn't gay, he was pretty sure. But for some reason, Casey was making him want him so much, he thought he might die. Casey was running his fingers up and down Zeke's chest, and it was driving him crazy. He grabbed Casey's hands, pulled him off him, and pushed him down.
"Casey, I know you don't mean to, but I want to show you how you're making me feel." Zeke declared, stroking his hand over the bulge in Casey's pants, before taking them off. Zeke pleasured him slowly for almost an hour. Every time Casey would get close, Zeke would stop whatever he was doing and hold his hands until he calmed down a bit.
"Oh, please, Zeke." Casey breathed, struggling on the bed. Zeke would just smile down at him, shaking his head. Finally, Zeke brought him over the edge and lay beside him on the bed, watching him gasp. When he caught his breath, Casey looked over at Zeke.
"Oh, God, Zeke." He said, turning to him, with a look of pure content on his face. Zeke nodded.
"I know." Zeke replied, pulling the smaller guy over to him.
"I do believe that it's time for me to keep up my end of the bargain." Casey told him, sitting up, and reaching for the button on Zeke's jeans.
"There was no bargain, Casey. I did that for you." Zeke said, closing his eyes.
"There's no way I'm letting you keep your pants on while I lay here naked." Casey told him, smiling evilly.
"If you insist." Zeke agreed, smiling that cocky smile of his.
The End
"You're welcome." He said to Casey, not taking his eyes off the road. Casey looked at him.
"For what?"
"Saving you from Delilah." Zeke replied, steering around a corner. Casey shrugged.
"She's not that bad. Sometimes she can be a decent person." He said. Zeke grinned.
"Casey, she'll never feel the same way about you as you do about her. You know that, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Casey told him, looking out the window again. Zeke pulled the car into his driveway, and got out. Casey got out after him, and followed him into the garage.
"Casey, you forget. I'm a genius. I have a higher IQ than Miss. Burke and Mrs. Olson put together. I know these things, and Delilah is just a parasite." Zeke told him, pulling open the door.
"So, this is your house?" Casey asked, switching the subject. Zeke nodded, and they stepped inside. Casey gazed in wonder. It was like something from Dr. Frankenstein's lab, all set up with tubing and chemicals.
"Wow." Casey breathed, looking at some of the formulas that were written out on the board.
"Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate this shit." Zeke replied, petting his pet mouse. Casey turned to him.
"Ok, Zeke. Let's hear it. Did.did you and Miss. Burke.you know." He stammered. Zeke looked up and shrugged.
"No. We never have gotten around to actually fucking." He admitted. Casey looked disappointed.
"But you know, maybe soon. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she won't admit she wants to." Zeke elaborated.
"But how do you know? I mean, in class it's like she hates you. You make her life a living hell." Casey replied, "How do you know that she wants you?"
"Trust me. When you've been with as many women as I have, you can tell these things. When I touch her, her breath quickens. And her lips are so needy." Zeke told him softly. Casey's eyes widened.
"You.You've touched her?" he asked in awe.
"Casey, you really are a virgin, aren't you?" Zeke laughed, "Yah, man, I've touched her. Just playing with her a little. Ran my hand up her thigh, teased her nipple a bit with my thumb.you know."
"No, actually, I don't." Casey said, bitterly, looking down at his feet. Zeke instantly felt bad.
"You've never even.no one's even ever touched you.got you off?" he asked, curiously. Casey blushed, and shook his head. Zeke sighed.
"Sorry, man." He said softly, and Casey shrugged. Zeke busied himself adding a substance that Casey couldn't see to a test tube. Casey looked at some of the labeled bottles on the shelves. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Zeke turned to Casey.
"Casey, are you up for me helping you out?" He asked. Casey looked at him.
"What do you mean?" He muttered. Zeke grinned coyly.
"Well, I mean, no one's ever touched you. You don't know what it's like to feel someone else's hands on your skin." Zeke said softly, stepping closer to him. Casey blushed bright red and started stammering.
"Listen, if you're not up for it, you can tell me. My feelings won't be hurt. It's just that I can't stand the fact that no one's ever got you off. To put it bluntly, let me." Zeke reasoned. He stepped up to Casey, who was shaking now, and breathing hard.
"I.Are you serious?" He managed, staring in Zeke's eyes. Zeke shrugged.
"As a funeral." He replied, reaching over, wrapping a hand around Casey's waist and pulling him closer to him. Casey was about to protest, when Zeke bent his head down and lightly touched his lips to his. The sensation sent sparks all the way down Casey's spine, and he drew in one staggered breath before Zeke's lips came at him again. Casey gave in as Zeke teased his bottom lip with his tongue. When Casey closed his eyes, Zeke drew away and raised his eyebrows in question. Casey nodded his permission, and Zeke crushed his mouth to Casey's. Zeke noticed that Casey's kiss was really needy. It was strange, Zeke had imagined kissing Casey before, but he hadn't known it would feel so.good and soft. He broke the kiss, and pulled Casey by the arm towards a door in the back.
"What.Where are we going." Casey questioned, trying to catch his breath.
"Shhhh."Zeke told him, "Don't question me." Zeke opened the door to reveal a little room, with a bed, a dresser, and some other abstract items, such as a chair and a book or two scattered on the floor. Zeke pulled Casey inside and shut the door.
"Zeke, I don't know if." Casey started, but Zeke silenced him with a hard kiss.
"Don't back out now, Casey." He said, breaking the kiss, "You need this." Zeke had more to say, to assure Casey that he should do this, but he couldn't remember what it was. All he could think about was how seconds ago Casey's tongue had been battling with his, and how good it had felt. Casey looked up at him, and Zeke recognized the want in his eyes. But there was something different there. Nervousness.
"Zeke, I don't really know how.I might not be.I might not be able to do everything you want me to." Casey stammered. Zeke smiled at him.
"Casey, I don't expect you to do anything. Just relax, and let me do the work." He replied, pulling the hem of Casey's shirt up and over his head. Casey blushed as Zeke ran his rough, callused fingers down his bare chest, stopping to circle around his nipples for a moment, before continuing downward towards the top of his jeans.
"Relax." Zeke whispered, noticing his staggered breathing. He pushed Casey softly backward towards the bed. When Casey sat on the edge, Zeke sat beside him. He reached down and stroked his thigh gently, bringing his hand up closer towards Casey's lap.
"Zeke."Casey said softly, between kisses, "I.I want to touch you." Zeke nodded, and pulled his shirt off. He lay back on the bed as Casey brought his hand out and touched Zeke's stomach. He winced and Casey pulled his hand back.
"Casey, what?" Zeke asked, trying hard not to grab his hand and push it where he needed it most.
"You winced. Are you ok?" Casey asked.
"I'm fine," Zeke sighed, "But if you don't put you hands back on me I won't be." Casey slowly reached over and stroked Zeke's chest. Zeke lay back and watched. God, he wanted Casey. Why, he didn't know. He wasn't gay, he was pretty sure. But for some reason, Casey was making him want him so much, he thought he might die. Casey was running his fingers up and down Zeke's chest, and it was driving him crazy. He grabbed Casey's hands, pulled him off him, and pushed him down.
"Casey, I know you don't mean to, but I want to show you how you're making me feel." Zeke declared, stroking his hand over the bulge in Casey's pants, before taking them off. Zeke pleasured him slowly for almost an hour. Every time Casey would get close, Zeke would stop whatever he was doing and hold his hands until he calmed down a bit.
"Oh, please, Zeke." Casey breathed, struggling on the bed. Zeke would just smile down at him, shaking his head. Finally, Zeke brought him over the edge and lay beside him on the bed, watching him gasp. When he caught his breath, Casey looked over at Zeke.
"Oh, God, Zeke." He said, turning to him, with a look of pure content on his face. Zeke nodded.
"I know." Zeke replied, pulling the smaller guy over to him.
"I do believe that it's time for me to keep up my end of the bargain." Casey told him, sitting up, and reaching for the button on Zeke's jeans.
"There was no bargain, Casey. I did that for you." Zeke said, closing his eyes.
"There's no way I'm letting you keep your pants on while I lay here naked." Casey told him, smiling evilly.
"If you insist." Zeke agreed, smiling that cocky smile of his.
The End
