A/N: [Some people may think that smoking is addictive for the first time,
but the first time I smoked I didn't crave any after. This is just my
experience with smoking, but if you have other opinions, then you're
entitled to think what you want, which I am totally on board with.]
A lone figure slumped against the single darkened tree as the bell signalled for next period. He had spent the duration of the day here, crying and contemplating what was happening. Casey's eyes were bloodshot, his hair tousled and dried blood was still smeared across his cheek from the previous nosebleed. As Casey sat, distressed and confused, his eyes caught a glimmer inside his half-open bag. His camera.
Gently he lifted it and faced it towards him, against the discoloured skies. Click. Flash. Another image captured. He could see the headlines now...
"Young Boy Sexually Abused By Father; But Who Really Cares?"
"I Mean- Shit- He's Just A Geek!"
"A Sci-Fi Freak!"
"Who Really Cares That His Name Is Casey?"
"And He's Really A Nice Guy?"
"Who Has The Biggest Crush On The School Druggie?"
"Who Happens To Also Be Male?"
"Fuck!" Casey shouted, as coherent as he could manage. He struck his fists against the jagged skin of the tree, drawing a small amount of blood from his knuckles. Before he could strike them again, a gentle but firm hand clasped his wrists. "Casey?"
Casey glanced up, only to meet a handsome boy's gaze. "Zeke?"
Zeke bent down beside him quickly, tenderly touching his cheek where the dried blood was smudged. "What happened to you? Why aren't you in class?"
Casey's bottom lip quivered as fresh tears drowned in his eyes. "I- I.... Zeke.." The sudden action was unexpected and swift, but Zeke embraced Casey as he melted into his arms. Zeke didn't think of Casey as pathetic, but sensitive and easily upset. Though, this situation appeared to have shook him hard. Zeke slowly stood, Casey's arm draped around his shoulders and Zeke's hand comfortably around his waist. He felt the fabric of his shirt dampen with tears. Zeke trudged back to his car and helped Casey slid into the seat. He started the engine while lighting up a cigarette, carefully watching Casey. Casey's movements were slow, eyes teary and body limp. Zeke placed a warm hand atop his cold one.
"How about we drop by my place, alright? You can tell me what happened there."
Casey merely nodded.
The ride to Zeke's was silent and slow-paced. Zeke tossed anxious glances over at Casey whenever he could tear his eyes away from the road, and Casey simply stared out the translucent window.
As they reached their destination, Zeke had gone through three and a half cigarettes. The half smoked shred of loosly rolled tobacco dangled gently from his lips, and Casey then realized how dearly he wanted to kiss him. Zeke smiled at him worriedly as he parallel parked alongside the curb.
Casey eyed the cigarette skeptically, "Smoking can cause lung cancer and heart diseases. It also slowly decays your teeth while poisoning your breath and causes nasty hollow fits of coughing."
Zeke laughed suddenly, grinning cheekily at Casey as he tossed the cigarette butt out the window. "You know your stuff. But did you know that for first-timers, inhaling can cause a nice little dizziness? It feels pretty good, but I might quit. That effect has worn off on me." Zeke withdrew another cigarette. "But you could experience the effect." He offered Casey the cigarette.
Casey bit down on his lip. "But once you smoke you're addicted."
Zeke shrugged. "That's bullshit, man. I tried smoking way back in elementary school. I started last year."
Casey, still looking nervous, accepted the cigarette, and Zeke lit it for him. Pressing his lips to the filter, sweat beads built on his forehead as he inhaled. At first he looked as though he may cough and splutter, but he held it in and took another drag.
Zeke's desire to grab Casey and kiss him was overwhelming. Casey, the school geek, the virgin. Why was he so deeply attracted to those blue eyes and cute smile? He never thought he was gay, he still flirted with the occasional girl. But his feelings for Casey were more meaningful than any other relationship he had been in. Geez, did he have to look so cute while he smoked?
The streaming yellow light broke into shards against the glass window and soaked into Casey's dark hair. The effect was angelic as a cotton ginger halo formed around Casey's head, and his blue eyes shone with the afterglow. Zeke watched in astonishment as the extremely attractive boy exhaled another breath of smoke. As the cigarette touched his lips once again, Zeke instantly regretted poisoning this innocent, soft virgin. He could bear it no longer.
Zeke gently leaned in towards Casey and brushed his lips against his. Casey's eyes widened in shock but found himself delving into the kiss, Zeke's hand sliding down the nape of his neck. Zeke pushed harder against Casey's mouth; the boy's lips were so soft; it felt so good. Better than the cigarette dizziness, he decided. In fact, he never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to feel like this forever.
The cigarette burned slowly from the side of Casey's lips.
*
Posters of bands he's never heard, alcohol he's never experienced; novels he's never read, bedsheets he's never slept on... yet.
Zeke's room was unique to say the least. A mattress in one corner, a dresser in the other; chaos everywhere else.
Casey could feel a soft hand stroking his back as he lay motionless on the mattress, spilling the events that had happened earlier that day. Casey's eyes filled with fresh tears.
"...before I could get the fuck out of the car he...he grabbed me and... pushed his hand down my jeans. I still can't believe that happened. It was the first time he ever... ever sexually abused me. I mean, fuck, he's hit me before... put me in a hospital before... but never this. Kicking the shit out of me is a lot less pathetic than this. I-I can't go back..."
He turned to Zeke, who lay behind him, a sad expression on his face. Casey could sense the flames of rage burn in Zeke's dark eyes, but perhaps it was just the light when he saw a tear.
"Stay with me, Casey. I couldn't let you go back into a place where someone doesn't love you... because I do." Zeke whispered, voice nearly breaking.
"Really?" Casey breathed, wishing this to be true and not a fantasy.
"Truly." Zeke smiled. But then, he smile faltered. "I never knew you suffered abuse further than bullying at school. I... I'm sorry. I can't stand to see you cry," he said quietly, while brushing tears from Casey's cheek with his calloused fingers. Casey tried to smile, it was an obvious effort, but he broke down into a miserable expression. Zeke embraced him.
"You'll get through this." he soothed, "I swear. Or else I'll kick whoever's wise ass that gives you shit." He smiled. Casey laughed, and placed a kiss on Zeke's lips. Zeke grinned devilishly, and ran his fingers along Casey's chest. Before even stopping to think, he pulled the bedsheets around him and Casey, and carelessly tossed his clothes onto the floor. Casey, smiling while doing the same, noted that the sheets were almost as soft as Zeke's unkempt hair, in which Casey's fingers were entwined.
A lone figure slumped against the single darkened tree as the bell signalled for next period. He had spent the duration of the day here, crying and contemplating what was happening. Casey's eyes were bloodshot, his hair tousled and dried blood was still smeared across his cheek from the previous nosebleed. As Casey sat, distressed and confused, his eyes caught a glimmer inside his half-open bag. His camera.
Gently he lifted it and faced it towards him, against the discoloured skies. Click. Flash. Another image captured. He could see the headlines now...
"Young Boy Sexually Abused By Father; But Who Really Cares?"
"I Mean- Shit- He's Just A Geek!"
"A Sci-Fi Freak!"
"Who Really Cares That His Name Is Casey?"
"And He's Really A Nice Guy?"
"Who Has The Biggest Crush On The School Druggie?"
"Who Happens To Also Be Male?"
"Fuck!" Casey shouted, as coherent as he could manage. He struck his fists against the jagged skin of the tree, drawing a small amount of blood from his knuckles. Before he could strike them again, a gentle but firm hand clasped his wrists. "Casey?"
Casey glanced up, only to meet a handsome boy's gaze. "Zeke?"
Zeke bent down beside him quickly, tenderly touching his cheek where the dried blood was smudged. "What happened to you? Why aren't you in class?"
Casey's bottom lip quivered as fresh tears drowned in his eyes. "I- I.... Zeke.." The sudden action was unexpected and swift, but Zeke embraced Casey as he melted into his arms. Zeke didn't think of Casey as pathetic, but sensitive and easily upset. Though, this situation appeared to have shook him hard. Zeke slowly stood, Casey's arm draped around his shoulders and Zeke's hand comfortably around his waist. He felt the fabric of his shirt dampen with tears. Zeke trudged back to his car and helped Casey slid into the seat. He started the engine while lighting up a cigarette, carefully watching Casey. Casey's movements were slow, eyes teary and body limp. Zeke placed a warm hand atop his cold one.
"How about we drop by my place, alright? You can tell me what happened there."
Casey merely nodded.
The ride to Zeke's was silent and slow-paced. Zeke tossed anxious glances over at Casey whenever he could tear his eyes away from the road, and Casey simply stared out the translucent window.
As they reached their destination, Zeke had gone through three and a half cigarettes. The half smoked shred of loosly rolled tobacco dangled gently from his lips, and Casey then realized how dearly he wanted to kiss him. Zeke smiled at him worriedly as he parallel parked alongside the curb.
Casey eyed the cigarette skeptically, "Smoking can cause lung cancer and heart diseases. It also slowly decays your teeth while poisoning your breath and causes nasty hollow fits of coughing."
Zeke laughed suddenly, grinning cheekily at Casey as he tossed the cigarette butt out the window. "You know your stuff. But did you know that for first-timers, inhaling can cause a nice little dizziness? It feels pretty good, but I might quit. That effect has worn off on me." Zeke withdrew another cigarette. "But you could experience the effect." He offered Casey the cigarette.
Casey bit down on his lip. "But once you smoke you're addicted."
Zeke shrugged. "That's bullshit, man. I tried smoking way back in elementary school. I started last year."
Casey, still looking nervous, accepted the cigarette, and Zeke lit it for him. Pressing his lips to the filter, sweat beads built on his forehead as he inhaled. At first he looked as though he may cough and splutter, but he held it in and took another drag.
Zeke's desire to grab Casey and kiss him was overwhelming. Casey, the school geek, the virgin. Why was he so deeply attracted to those blue eyes and cute smile? He never thought he was gay, he still flirted with the occasional girl. But his feelings for Casey were more meaningful than any other relationship he had been in. Geez, did he have to look so cute while he smoked?
The streaming yellow light broke into shards against the glass window and soaked into Casey's dark hair. The effect was angelic as a cotton ginger halo formed around Casey's head, and his blue eyes shone with the afterglow. Zeke watched in astonishment as the extremely attractive boy exhaled another breath of smoke. As the cigarette touched his lips once again, Zeke instantly regretted poisoning this innocent, soft virgin. He could bear it no longer.
Zeke gently leaned in towards Casey and brushed his lips against his. Casey's eyes widened in shock but found himself delving into the kiss, Zeke's hand sliding down the nape of his neck. Zeke pushed harder against Casey's mouth; the boy's lips were so soft; it felt so good. Better than the cigarette dizziness, he decided. In fact, he never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to feel like this forever.
The cigarette burned slowly from the side of Casey's lips.
*
Posters of bands he's never heard, alcohol he's never experienced; novels he's never read, bedsheets he's never slept on... yet.
Zeke's room was unique to say the least. A mattress in one corner, a dresser in the other; chaos everywhere else.
Casey could feel a soft hand stroking his back as he lay motionless on the mattress, spilling the events that had happened earlier that day. Casey's eyes filled with fresh tears.
"...before I could get the fuck out of the car he...he grabbed me and... pushed his hand down my jeans. I still can't believe that happened. It was the first time he ever... ever sexually abused me. I mean, fuck, he's hit me before... put me in a hospital before... but never this. Kicking the shit out of me is a lot less pathetic than this. I-I can't go back..."
He turned to Zeke, who lay behind him, a sad expression on his face. Casey could sense the flames of rage burn in Zeke's dark eyes, but perhaps it was just the light when he saw a tear.
"Stay with me, Casey. I couldn't let you go back into a place where someone doesn't love you... because I do." Zeke whispered, voice nearly breaking.
"Really?" Casey breathed, wishing this to be true and not a fantasy.
"Truly." Zeke smiled. But then, he smile faltered. "I never knew you suffered abuse further than bullying at school. I... I'm sorry. I can't stand to see you cry," he said quietly, while brushing tears from Casey's cheek with his calloused fingers. Casey tried to smile, it was an obvious effort, but he broke down into a miserable expression. Zeke embraced him.
"You'll get through this." he soothed, "I swear. Or else I'll kick whoever's wise ass that gives you shit." He smiled. Casey laughed, and placed a kiss on Zeke's lips. Zeke grinned devilishly, and ran his fingers along Casey's chest. Before even stopping to think, he pulled the bedsheets around him and Casey, and carelessly tossed his clothes onto the floor. Casey, smiling while doing the same, noted that the sheets were almost as soft as Zeke's unkempt hair, in which Casey's fingers were entwined.