Inside-Out (14/20)

[ibonekoen]

Ask and thy shalt receive.  This chapter is heavily NC-17, with lots of boy touching.  But then, you wouldn't be reading this story if you didn't want boy touching, right?  That's what I thought.  :-D

We head out to the parking lot. I don’t say another word until we’re both in the car.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” I say darkly after starting the engine. Those pricks fucking around near the exit better fucking move, or I’m going to run them the fuck over. They get the hint when I gun the engine.

Casey shrugs. “It’s okay.” he says. “Even those who did know didn’t do anything.”

“It was actually kinda nice,” he continues with a grin, “not to have to worry about making up stories to explain the bruises to my parents.” He glances at me. “I’d say that’s payment enough for the test.”

“Maybe.” I say flatly as I pull out of the parking lot. “You’re a lot braver than I am, Casey. I couldn’t do it.”

He frowns slightly. “Do what? Letting you cheat? It wasn’t that hard, Zeke.”

“No Case, fuck, just showing up in the morning.” I say. “It’s like going into a war zone.”

“Oh.” he says. He goes quiet.

“There are certain things that make coming to school worthwhile.” he says finally.

“Plus my parents don’t exactly give me much choice.” he adds, shrugging.

I reach over and put my hand on his knee.

“From now on, I’ll handle it, okay?” I say seriously. “If you can get me to finally graduate, I’ll watch your back. Deal?”

He smiles brightly as he nods. “Deal.” he says as he places his hand over mine.

I finally smile a little and squeeze his knee gently.

“Okay,” I say more loudly, exhaling audibly. “What do I need to know about your parents?”

“Um, you mean besides the fact that my mom thinks I’m nuts and keeps trying to send me to a shrink?” he says, grinning.

I think I might’ve felt a shiver go through him as I squeezed his knee, but it was so tiny and quick, I could’ve imagined it.

“My dad wishes I was more like him when he was in high school.” he says. “He was captain of the football team. He claims that he thinks my photography is just a phase I’m going through and yet. . . Well, you’ve seen my camera. He and Mom got that for me for my 15th birthday.”

“Oh, so he’s kind of a guy’s guy, huh?” I respond, moving my hand off Casey’s knee so I can shift gears. “Doesn’t sound too bad. I mean, if he was really against it, he wouldn’t have gotten you the camera.”

“Yeah, I know.” Casey says, nodding. “So just talk to him about football and he’ll be your best friend. He loves the stupid game.”

“As for my mom. . .” he says. He chews his lip thoughtfully. “Compliment her cooking. She’s always complaining that Dad and I don’t appreciate her culinary skills.”

He snickers.

“Okay, the cooking I can do.” I say, with a nod. “The football. . .”

I can’t help it. I start laughing.

“. . .might be a problem.” I admit.

He frowns, glancing at me curiously. “Why?” he says. “You were on the football team, albeit for a very short time, but still. You should be able to talk about the game.”

“I realized last night that. . .” I have to pause to giggle again, “football’s really, really. . . hee hee. . . really gay.”

I force myself to stop laughing and clear my throat.

“I’ll be okay. Really.” I insist. Then I start thinking about the showers and start laughing again.

Casey grins, laughing. “Oh, I thought everybody knew that.” he says. “Yeah, I can see why it would be hard to talk about. The cooking might not be as easy as you think either. My mom isn’t exactly Betty Crocker.”

“I’ve been fending for myself for a while now.” I say. “Anything’s gotta be better than what I can manage. I don’t know, maybe I’m too worried about this. I mean, your parents won’t assume I’m banging their daughter, you know?”

“Uhhhh, well, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Casey mumbles, blushing. “Um, they haven’t exactly come out and said it, but I think they already think I’m gay cause I’ve never brought a girl home before.”

He clears his throat. “Maybe this is a bad idea.” he mutters. “I dunno.”

“What. . .about. . .Delilah?” I say slowly. Ooookay. I’m pulling the car over, see, in case Casey has any more surprises for me.

His blush deepens. “Um, c’mon, Zeke, Delilah’s not exactly the kind of girl that you bring home to meet your parents.” he mumbles. “Would YOU bring her home if YOU had parents to introduce her to?”

He winces. “That was kinda mean. Sorry.”

I snort appreciatively. “But true. Okay, what exactly have you told your parents about me? I need to come at this a different way.”

“Um, not much.” Casey says, shrugging. “I told them you were a friend and I’d asked you to come over for dinner tonight. Oh, and I told them we had a big history project coming up and we were going to work on it over the weekend. They’re still debating over whether or not I can spend the night Friday and Saturday.”

“Okay. Schoolwork. Perfect.” I say, nodding. “Here’s the plan then: I’m a reject that needs major help in school who’s been abandoned by his parents and has no family, and you’re basically pitying me and helping me out. Essentially we lie as little as possible.”

He grins and nods. “Sounds good to me.” he says. “I think we can make this work, Zeke.”

“Yeah. I play the butthead guy routine well.” I said with a nod. “Wait. . .if I say I have no parents, they might not let you stay over. Scratch that. Let’s just not talk about my family unless I have to. If I get cornered, I’ll make something up.”

“Okay, cool.” Casey says. “So no talking about your parents. Other than that, we’ll just wing it.”

He glances at me, grinning. “No worries. My parents will love you.”

“What makes you so sure?” I ask suspiciously, looking at him sideways.

He shrugs. “Because I like you.” he says simply. “And I’m bringing a friend over. Oh my god, it’s a sign of the apocalypse. My parents will be so stunned by that, the rest will be a breeze.”

“Sure.” I say weakly, obviously not convinced. I hit the gas pedal and make it home in about ten minutes flat. Mmmmmmmm speed.

Casey gets out of the car and stretches, then glances at me. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” he says. “What say we eat then we’ll work on finding something for you to wear tonight.”

“Sure.” I say, taking far too much enjoyment in watching him stretch. “I’ve got leftover pizza, microwave pizza, pizza pockets, or we can order, um, pizza.”

He laughs. “Gee, do you like pizza or is it the only thing you can make?” he teases, winking. “Whatever is fine. I’m easy to please.”

“That partially explains you and Delilah then.” I tease back with a grin.

“Yeah.” he agrees, nodding. “But I’m done with cheerleaders.”

He grins and starts heading up the driveway to the front door.

“Shit, and I was looking forward to having a big orgy party one of these days.” I say as I move to open the door.

He laughs. “They’d probably take you up on that.” he says. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just naive, but I didn’t think cheerleaders were as skanky as everybody said they were. Boy was I wrong.”

I laugh appreciatively in spite of myself.

“Not ALL of them are.” I admit. “There’s this really hot brunette with big blue eyes that. . . wait. Duh. You’re not a cheerleader. Boy do I feel stupid.”

I chuckle to myself as I open the door. Whoa. Was that a close one. I don’t think Casey would really take kindly to talking about other girls. . .I mean girls period. . . God this gay shit is fucking with my brain!

Casey chuckles and blushes. “So you really have nothing but jeans and a pair of leather pants?” he asks as he follows me inside. “Whatever possessed you to buy leather pants?”

“Chicks love ‘em.” I say with a shrug as I close and lock the door. “And I was in a motorcycle phase for a while. Why? It’s not that weird, is it? You should get a pair. You’d look amazing.”

“Who, me?” Casey says, his blush deepening. “In leather?”

He shrugs. “It’s not weird or anything. . .I was just curious. I bet you look hot in leather.”

He clears his throat, looking away.

“Wanna see?” I ask, trying to be tempting. “And yes. You. If you look half as good in real life as you do in my imagination, I’m in serious shit.”

Casey glances back at me, chewing on his lower lip. “I’ll take your word for it.” he says. “And yes, I would like to see you in leather pants.”

“What do I get in return?” I ask pointedly, blocking the door to the basement with my body and giving him a look that makes it pretty clear what I’ve got on my mind. Hey, if I’m gay, I’m gay. I may not be totally okay with it, but that isn’t going to stop me from getting some. I’m still a guy, after all.

His face goes red again but he recovers enough to flash me a grin. “Well, that depends on what you want.” he says as he moves closer. “How about a kiss?”

“Works for me.” I say with a confident smirk. I’m really good at putting up fronts, because I certainly don’t feel confident.

Nonetheless, I head downstairs, and dig out the pants, which are made from a thick black leather. Last I remember, they were a little big, so they sat kind of low on my waist, but that was a year ago.

Shrugging to myself, I start changing.

As I’m changing, I hear footsteps on the stairs, then Casey’s standing in the doorway. His wide blue eyes are watching me intently and he swallows, then licks his lips.

“Looks good so far.” he comments.

Okay. . .a guy is ogling me. If it were anyone other than Casey watching me in my underwear like that, I’d take a swing at him.

Telling myself I’ll get used to it, I grin over my shoulder at him and pull the pants on.

Remember what I said about these pants being loose? Well, apparently I’ve filled out some since I last wore them. Maybe leather pants automatically become tighter when you start acting gay.

. . .

Oh shit. I own leather pants. That’s REALLY gay, isn’t it?!

“Ohhhh.” I hear a breathy sigh from behind me. “Yeah, I, uh, I can see why the chicks would like those.”

“So, uh, probably a bad idea,” Casey says, “to, uh, wear those. You know. Tonight. Wouldn’t, uh, want to give my parents the, um, wrong idea. Yeah.”

I can’t help but laugh a little. Okay, attention’s attention, I guess. It’s nice to have an appreciative audience.

“So I’ll change before I go.” I say, turning to face him. “But pay up, Connor. I seem to remember hearing something about a kiss.”

He grins and takes another step closer, closing the gap between us. “That’s true.” he says. “I did promise you a kiss and I’m definitely a man of my word.”

He rises up on his tiptoes as he tilts his head upward.

I reach around him to pull him close and misjudge how far down my arm went. As our lips touch, I realize I just accidentally grabbed Casey’s butt.

Damn it, I’m a giant man slut, and I don’t even mean to be.

Casey doesn’t seem to mind though. His arms go around me, his hands pressing flat against my back. He makes this little sighing sound as he kisses me.

Okeeeeeey then.

So now the question remains, should I move my hand, or. . .

I don’t get to finish the thought, because Casey somehow manages to tackle me onto the couch. Little fucker’s strong when he wants to be.

He straddles my hips, his hands sliding under my shirt. His hips rock forward in a tiny thrust against mine as his tongue nudges my lips.

And again I say. . .Delilah dumped this kid why?!

I open my mouth, and it’s a second later that full realization of what’s happening hits me. And it’s really, really, REALLY fucking cool! Yes! I was right! I was fucking right! There’s something lurking in Casey that’s struggling to get out. All I have to do is urge it along.

I wrap my tongue around his eagerly and moan into his mouth. My hands, meanwhile, tug his shirt up his back, exposing the skin underneath.

He moans, shivering, his hip thrusts gaining a little in momentum. He rubs his tongue against mine as his hands creep higher on my chest, tugging my shirt upward.

I sit up to make his job easier, grabbing him by the hips with one hand so he doesn’t fall out of my lap. I’m starting to become incapable of rational thought, and I just keep imagining him in head to toe leather. The thought makes me groan loudly even as my tongue becomes more eager. My hands slither between us under his shirt and roam over his chest. It takes me a moment to remind myself that no stupid, I’m not going to find boobs there. This is going to take a lot of adjustment.

He does have nipples though, so I rub them with my thumbs. Bet Delilah didn’t do that! Ha!

Aw who am I kidding? Delilah probably knows more tricks than I do. Slut.

He moans again, his shiver this time more intense. He practically claws at my shirt to get it off, interrupting our kiss and my exploration of his chest as he pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.

He pauses to stare at me for a moment, his blue eyes darkening. Well, technically they’re not so much darkening as it’s the pupils dilating. . . I’ll shut up now.

Casey’s breathing heavily as he just stares at me. Then he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside.

“Zeke.” he breathes before he’s kissing me again, one hand cupping the back of my neck as the other slides down my chest to brush against a nipple.

I try to say his name in response, but it just comes out a mumble as my tongue meets his once again. His touch on my bare skin makes something inside me burst into a heady euphoria, and I wrap my arms around his waist to at least have some anchor on reality. This is intense. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s a little frightening, but somehow that only makes it better.

His thumb rubs slow circles on my nipple, his hips mimicking the movement. His tongue rubs against mine and then suddenly he’s kissing along my jaw line and then down my neck. His other hand slides upward, his fingers curling in my hair. He moans softly, his words muffled against my neck, but I think he says my name.

“Oh God Case.” I gasp hoarsely as my fingers find their way into his hair as well. I shiver involuntarily, even though I’m far from cold, and grind my hips against his, enjoying the pressure it creates in my groin.

He moans louder, his hips grinding against mine harder. “Zeke,” he groans as he kisses down one side of my neck and up the other, “I think. . .we’re wearing too many. . .clothes.”

“I think you read my mind.” I mumble in response. Wow, leather pants work better on guys than they do on girls!

. . .

Holy shit, and I’ve worn these things in public! Guys were looking at me?! Weird!

Well. . .well. . .too bad! Because this space is reserved for Casey Connor.

See, this is why I don’t think during sex. I think very, very stupid things. So I’m just going to get naked and stop thinking, because Casey’s nicely in control, and he just told me to do something. Sir yes sir!

I reach down to undo my own fly, then decide it’ll be way more fun to do his first instead. Heeeeere Casey Casey Casey!

Casey grins. “Oh, didn’t you know?” he says. “Mind reading is one of my hidden abilities.”

He winks, leaning down to kiss my shoulder as his hand reaches down to my fly.

“If that’s true I’m in serious shit.” I say with a self-effacing grin. “Let’s see. What am I thinking right now then?”

“Hmm.” Casey says, staring at me with this look of intense concentration as he unzips my fly. “You’re thinking that I’m incredibly hot and you can’t wait to get naked so you can see what I’m capable of.”

“Holy shit! You really can read minds!” I exclaim with a grin. Can I see that intense look again? Please?

Casey laughs. “Thank you, thank you.” he says. “And now for my next trick. . .”

He gets my fly open and then places a hand inside my pants.

I suck in a breath loudly. Hello!

“Careful.” I croak. “It’s loaded.”

Oh fuck that was a lame thing to say.

Casey bites his lip, looking like he’s trying to hold back laughter. Great, I’ve ruined the moment.

Then his hand begins to move in slow strokes, his eyes watching my face.

Can he tell my eyes are rolling back in my head? Because they are. Something about that weirdly intolerant scared little part of my brain telling me this is really wrong and I’m going to hell for it makes it that much better.

The next thing I know, I feel Casey’s lips on my shoulder and then moving downward. They trace a path across my collarbone and then down my chest. A tongue flicks out to tease one of my nipples, his hand still moving slow but steady.

“Ohgod!” I exclaim, far more loudly than I’d expected as my entire body tenses in a delicious shiver. I shift my hips, trying to wriggle out of my clingy pants to give him better access.

Delilah.

Dumped.

Him.

The very thought makes my brain hurt.

He helps pull my pants off, discarding them as easily as he had my shirt. Then I feel a mouth latch onto my nipple as his free hand rubs the other nipple.

Woo hoo for multi-tasking.

I’d marvel at his skill, except my logical thought processes aren’t working. All I can think is ‘Casey Casey Casey oh god Casey oh god!’ I think I’ve found a new drug. Hope he doesn’t mind.

He sucks on one nipple for a while and then moves to the other, his hand massaging the abandoned one. His hand on my cock moves faster, squeezing just a little bit harder. And he’s starting to squirm a little bit, shifting his hips.

“Oh fuck, suck me!” comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. The squirming. It’s the squirming. It’s like he wants to do more, like he just wants me that badly.

I can just see meeting his parents now. “Hi Mr. Connor, hi Mrs. Connor! Did you know your son knows how to work me like a cheap fiddle? Because he does!”

He moans eagerly and starts licking and kissing his way southward. He hesitates one long, agonizing moment and just as I’m getting ready to yell at him, his tongue swirls around, then his lips close around the head of my penis.

I yell, alright, but it’s at nothing in particular. Just a release as. . .holy shit that’s good!

This is the nice thing about having no parents in the country: I can be as loud as I want when a GUY is giving me HEAD! Ha! My dad would shit! I’m gonna call them and tell them I’m gay! That’ll SO piss them off!

Wait. . .do I even remember where they are now? Oh well. Fuck ‘em. Let dad get his own boy toy! I won’t share!

Casey seems encouraged by my yelling, because he becomes more enthusiastic, sucking harder, bobbing his head up and down and just trying to take as much as me in as he possibly can.

There’s a moment where he tries to swallow too much and ends up choking. He reflexively gags and loses his rhythm but recovers it.

That definitely snaps me back into reality. Choking is never a pleasant sound.

“You okay?” I ask weakly. He’s still going, but. . .shit, now I feel bad.

He pauses long enough to smile up at me. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he says, nodding. He coughs and then clears his throat.

Then he’s sucking my cock again, his hand reaching down to fondle my balls.

See, this is one of those moments when the big brain and the little brain argue. I should stop him, because he just choked on my rod, but. . .but. . .I can’t.

“Fuck you’re good at this.” I announce, sinking blissfully into the couch. The kid’s a natural, I guess.

He giggles and sort of grins. Then he draws back until he’s got just the tip of my cock in his mouth. He starts swirling his tongue around it as his hand wraps loosely around the base of my cock and begins to move up and down in slow strokes.

“Okay, you’ve done this before.” I insist, grinning up at the ceiling. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I carefully run my fingers through his hair, not wanting to disrupt what he’s doing any. Maybe he knows what he’s doing because he actually HAS a penis, and not because of any practical experience, but I like thinking that one of us has a clue.

He grins again as his eyes travel up my body to watch my face. He moans a little as he shivers and then he sucks harder as he rubs his tongue against the underside of my cock head. His hand strokes a little faster, squeezing a little harder.

I try to figure out what that grin means in the five seconds I have before my brain stops working. Fuck that feels amazing!

Thanks to Casey’s torturously talented mouth, it only takes another minute or so before I’m gritting my teeth, trying to avoid going off in his mouth. I’m not sure how he’d react to that.

And I don’t really want it to end.

Apparently neither does he, because he keeps right on with what he’s doing. Then, at the last possible second, he chickens out and releases me from his mouth.

“God, Zeke, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” he says.

His hand moves faster, his thumb rubbing over the tip of my cock.

I try to respond. I really do. But I can’t. Talking would make me. . . me. . .

With a groan, I climax. Hard.

“Whoa.” he says. “Um, okay, I understand why Delilah always swallowed.”

“Sorry.” I croak helplessly, staring up at the ceiling. Shit. Shit shit shit, and I’m meeting his parents tonight. I don’t even want to know how bad the mess is. I guess I could throw his clothes in the wash, and he could. . .shower. . .

Okay, I fail to see a problem now. Heh. I’m grinning, aren’t I?

“Are you kidding?” Casey says. “Don’t be sorry. This is only a guess, but I’m thinking you enjoyed that.”

I can hear the sounds of him moving, shifting around on the couch.

“That was fucking amazing, Case.” I insist, then risk a glance at him. Shit, that had to kill brain cells, because I forgot he wasn’t wearing anything. On the other hand, he’ll definitely need a shower.

I rub at his cheek with my thumb, trying to get some of the, uh, stuff off.

Okay okay, big bad Zeke can’t think the word ‘jizz’ at the moment. That’s lame. I know. But it’s on a guy’s face!

A fucking gorgeous guy, but still.

I’ll get used to it. It’s just new. Right.

He grins, blushing. “Thanks.” he says. “I read. . .and imitated.”

He winks, shifting again. “You looked amazing though.” he says. “I never thought another guy could look so hot. . .but fuck.”

“I was just thinking something similar myself.” I admit with a grin, then coax him toward my lips with a crook of my finger.

“Come ‘ere, gorgeous.” I murmur beckoningly.

He shivers, his breath quickening, as he crawls toward me. He licks his lips. “Yes?” he purrs.

I slip one of my hands quickly to the back of his neck, and pull him into a heady, insistent kiss. Kissing him is starting to feel really natural now, which might make school a bit weird, ‘cause I’ll have to remind myself NOT to, but for now it’s nice. Sticky, but nice.

He moans as he presses against me, his arms going around my shoulders. He shivers intensely and settles comfortably into my lap, his hips grinding against mine slowly.

I determine at that moment that Casey Connor is a certified sexy bitch. Delilah’s a stupid cunt. Good. More for me.

“What do I have to do. . .” I ask between intense kisses. “To get you. . .into a shower. . .with me?”

Play football.

Nononono, don’t think that. Remember Casey’s dad.

He shivers again. “Hmm. . .I don’t know.” he responds between more kisses. “What are you. . .willing to. . .do?”

“What do you want me to do?” I murmur in his ear before nuzzling his neck. “Are you cold, baby? You’re shaking.”

He moans as he tilts his head back. “Not cold. Just really, really turned on.” he gasps. “God, Zeke. I want you to, to touch me.”

“I can do that in the shower.” I respond softly, brushing my nose along his jawline. “Or you can roll over and I can do it right here. I want to feel you against me while I’m doing it though.”

Yeah, I’m really not ready to suck another guy’s cock. Casey’s way braver than I am.

He draws in a breath and lets it out in a soft sigh. “Now.” he pleads. “I feel like I’m going to explode any moment. Watching you as I sucked you off was really, really hot.”

“Really.” he adds.

“Okay.” I say with a nod. I sink down lower on the couch, and guide Casey onto his back so he’s lying in my lap with his head resting on my shoulder. My thought is that it’s almost the same as whacking off, so I should have noooo trouble.

“Comfy?” I ask as I start feeling around for his erection. I get a bit of a surprise, however, and pat the area just above it.

Holy shit, does Casey shave down there?! Whoa!

“Very comfy.” he says, nodding. He squirms a little under my hand. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” I insist. “Just didn’t expect, um, grooming. Fuck, that’s. . .that’s kind of hot.”

Fucking queer as anything, but hot. Maybe Delilah got him into it.

I gotta stop thinking things are queer. It’s just hypocritical at this point.

“Oh.” he says as he relaxes against me again. “Glad you like it.”

He clears his throat. “Are you sure you’re okay doing this, Zeke? You don’t have to. . .”

“I have to learn sometime, right?” I point out, then kiss the side of his head as I wrap my hand slowly around his erection. I wince, anticipating weirdness.

He inhales slowly, shivering slightly. “Zeke.” he breaths as he reaches behind him, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck.

It amazes me how totally cool he is with the whole thing. Thank fucking god, because if he weren’t, I’d be really freaking out right now.

Instead, I’m not doing too badly as I start running my hand lightly up and down Casey’s shaft. Okay, it’s not as weird as I thought it would be.

I risk a glance down his body. Something about the way he’s laying on top of me, or maybe the fact he’s totally hairless. . .whatever. I like it. It works. Yeah, he’s a skinny little runt, but in a dark room, totally naked, sprawled over me, he looks incredible.

“God you’re sexy.” I murmur, figuring he deserves to know. After all, I’m staring.

His breath is coming out in shallow gasps. “Thanks.” he says. “Oh god, Zeke, that feels good.”

His hips start softly thrusting upward to meet my hand and he chews at his lower lip. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand and so he just kind of rests it on his abdomen.

“Better than Delilah?” I ask before I can stop myself. Shit, great, now I’m jealous of the fucking skank. But. . .she swallows.

“Without a doubt.” he sighs, nodding. “I love you.”

He tenses. “I mean. . .I think I do. I mean. . .uh. . .”

I can’t help it. I laugh a little.

“It’s okay Case.” I insist. “You’re getting your dick yanked. A monkey could be doing it and you’d think you loved them.”

I kiss the side of his head again and stroke him faster, encouraged that I must be doing something right. Hey, I’m a guy, I know where his head’s at right now. Uh, both of them.

. . .

There IS an upside to this arrangement.

Casey moans and relaxes again. His hip thrusts become faster and his grip on the back of my neck tightens a little.

“Oh fuck, Zeke.” he groans. His hand on his abdomen starts sliding up his chest towards a nipple. I don’t think Casey’s fully aware that he’s doing it.

I squirm a little, overstimulated. I use my free hand to press down on his.

“Just enjoy it.” I insist softly. “I understand what you mean now. You look incredible.”

He nods, his mouth opening and closing a few times as if he wants to say something. But he seems unable to speak. Well, except in breathy moans and sighs. His eyes flutter closed for a second and then he opens them again. They almost immediately start drooping, but he struggles to reopen them.

“Oh. . .god.” he groans as he writhes. “Zeke.”

In another minute or two, his moans are louder and his eyes are completely squeezed shut as his hips thrust wildly. “Zeke!” he cries. “I’m gonna. . .”

It’s one of those guy things that you can rarely get that last word out before you actually do. I watch with an odd fascination as Casey’s fluids spray over his abdomen, and feel strangely exhilarated. Hey, I did that. I fucking accomplished something.

And on a deeper level, it’s nice that Casey’s feeling good for a change. Without Delilah involved.

Ignoring the gooeyness, I slowly wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly as his body stops spasming. I kiss his temple gently again, wanting him to feel safe.

He finally sags against me, completely relaxed. “Mmm. . .fucking amazing.” he mumbles, sounding totally exhausted.

He falls silent, his eyes drifting closed as he smiles.

I smile softly, just studying his face. Yeah. I did that.

Maybe I’m not a total waste of space after all.

I’m not sure exactly how much time goes by, it feels like a few minutes, it could’ve been an hour, but Casey suddenly mumbles “Still love you, Zeke.”

And he says it in what has to be the sexiest I’m-halfway-asleep voice I’ve ever heard.

“No you don’t. You’re too smart for that.” I insist affectionately as I start playing with his hair. “But it’s nice to hear.”

“Mean it.” he claims as he snuggles against me. “Every word. You’ll see. Delilah who?”

He yawns and then turns his head to the side, burying his face against my neck.

“Well, at least there’s that.” I say, cupping my hand around his head. Maybe he just needs to love someone. Man, he is young, isn’t he?

Yeah. Yeah, so am I. I just hide it better. Like I said, at least he’s happy.