Inside-Out (16/20)

[ibonekoen]

Woo-hoo!  Another chapter!  Lots of boy touching, lots of slashy goodness and definitely rated NC-17.  Enjoy!

 

If that was not agreeing with me, I’m having a full blown argument with my sphincter by the time we get back to my place. I race inside, not able to wait for Casey, and run up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom.

Once there, I thought giving the horrendous food a burial at sea would be a relief, but it feels like I’m shitting glass. I groan, figuring I’ll add to the noises I’m making. Great. I’ve got a hot chick back at my place, and I’m a symphony of farts.

Wait. Casey’s not a chick. I gotta stop doing that. Ow! Another cramp!

I hear shuffling sounds outside the bathroom then a tentative knock. “Zeke?” I hear Casey say. “Are you. . .okay?”

I hear a sound that could possibly be a stifled giggle.

“No.” I respond pathetically. Whoa it smells brutal in here. Better flush.

“Oh.” he says. “Um. . .should I wait for you downstairs then?”

“Yeah.” I croak in response. “Save yourself.”

He definitely chuckles that time. I hear his footsteps down the hall and then the creaking of the stairs. . .then silence. Well, except for me.

I groan and lean forward onto my knees. . .then almost fart myself off the toilet. Holy fuck what meat was that loaf made of?!

Eventually I make my way back downstairs, walking a little funny. My butt hurts.

Casey is sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a magazine. He’s kicked off his shoes and he looks quite comfortable. He glances up as he hears me enter and frowns.

“Wow, you okay?” he says. “Never seen anybody react so badly to Mom’s meatloaf before.”

“Mleh.” I respond, looking pathetic in spite of myself. “Don’t go upstairs. Smells like the sewer took a shit into a garbage dump. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” Casey says. He looks amused. “You don’t have to compliment Mom’s cooking ever again.”

“Still can’t believe they let me come over.” he says as he sits up. “That’s so cool.”

“She poisoned me.” I mutter, rubbing my stomach. “To make sure I behave.”

I sigh, then ease myself down onto the couch next to him.

“Sorry about that.” I say again. “That was gross. Thanks for laughing at me, by the way.”

He blushes. “Sorry.” he says, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He isn’t succeeding. “It’s funny though. Can’t help it.”

I roll my eyes, but grin in spite of myself.

“At least you’re still here.” I admit. “It’s just hard to play at being a tough guy seducer when I just crapped asphalt.”

“So maybe it’s my turn to seduce you.” he says, smirking.

My eyebrows, which admittedly take up half my face, shoot up.

“Oh yeah?” I respond eagerly. Oh fuck, real smooth Zeke.

“Yeah.” he says, winking.

He slides closer to me and straddles my lap, his fingers combing through my hair. He grins, looking amused. “You know,” he says, “I really like the way you do your hair. It’s very you.”

He looks a little shy for a moment and then he leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

He retreats, blushing. “Always wanted to do that.” he says.

“You always wanted to kiss my nose or compliment my hair?” I ask, grinning. I tousle my own hair, way more flattered than I should be. “You really like it? My dad kicked the shit out of me once when I was a kid, because I said I wanted to be a hairdresser.”
Did I actually just tell him that? He won’t tell anyone, will he?

“Kiss your nose.” Casey says. “You wanted to be a hairdresser? And he kicked you?”

He frowns. “That sucks.”

His face brightens up. “But hey, you could still do that! I mean, if you studied hard for the rest of the year, you’d made grades good enough to get into community college. And it isn’t THAT hard to get into the cosmetology program anyway!”

“I. . . dunno.” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. Okay, yeah, it’s better than working at McDonalds, but. . .but. . .well, it’s pretty gay.

And yes, I’m aware how stupid that thought is in the current context. Time to change the subject.

“Yeah, my dad was one of those ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ types.” I add. Wait, why am I talking about THIS? “So I guess it serves him right that I’m now into rod. Well, your rod. Um, okay, this is getting weird. I’ll shut up now.”

I pick a spot on the wall and stare at it.

Casey smiles affectionately as he delicately runs his fingertips over my cheekbones. “It’s okay, Zeke.” he says. “I mean, this is weird for me too. Granted, I’ve kind of suspected I swung the other way for a while now, but this is definitely confirming it.”

He leans forward, brushing his nose along the same cheekbone he’s just traced with his fingertip. “We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with.” he whispers before kissing my cheek.

“I’m comfortable.” I insist, trying to maintain a train of thought in spite of that thing he’s doing to my cheek. “I’m just not comfortable with being comfortable, if that makes any fucking sense whatsoever. I can’t believe I told you that thing about my dad. I. . .I. . .”

Nope. Can’t do it. My eyes close and I sigh, then turn my head to kiss him. It makes me feel a bit dizzy.

“Any other guys you interested in?” I ask, feeling a bit jealous. But I have to know. “Because I won’t share.”

I then get this really weird image of myself, working in a hair salon, wearing leather pants so tight they’re practically painted on, and snapping at someone and calling them ‘girlfriend.’ Shit that’s scary.

He smiles, giving a little shiver. “No, not really. You’ve been my main male interest for the past three years.” he says.

He leans close again, whispers in my ear, “You can trust me, Zeke. Your secrets are safe with me.”

Then he nibbles at my earlobe.

My breath catches in my throat as I’m about to speak. Ohhh the ear is a weakness. Definite weakness. I drape an arm around his shoulders, trying to communicate in some way.

Three years? Practically the whole time he’s been in school? Really? That doesn’t make any sense.

Then again, he’s a smart guy. Maybe he saw that we weren’t as different as we seemed.

He presses the tip of his tongue in the dip behind my earlobe as one of his hands slides from the back of my neck downward to rest on my chest. He proceeds to use the tip of his tongue to follow the outline of my jaw down to my chin, where he then repeats the same process and nibbles on my other earlobe.

It hits me then that he doesn’t have to run home to mommy this time. Nothing’s going to interrupt or stop this. It’s really fucking happening.

Am I okay with this? Fuck yeah. I told him about my dad, for fuck’s sake. No one knows that!

“So why me?” I ask, finally finding my voice through the heavy breathing. While I’m waiting for an answer, Casey might as well lose some clothing.

I slide my hands under his shirt.

He shivers as my hands come in contact with his skin. “I saw you out on the parking lot my sophomore year.” he says. “I’d heard rumors about you my freshman year. Zeke Tyler, Herrington High’s bad boy, drug dealer, guy girls didn’t bring home to meet their moms. Saw you around school a couple of times. Didn’t really pay much attention to you.”

He blushes as he raises his arms over his head to aid me in taking off his shirt. “Anyway, it was probably about a month into my sophomore year when I saw you on the parking lot. You were smoking a cigarette, leaning against your car. I don’t know what it was. . .but you just. . .looked so. . .so. . .picturesque. So. . .perfect. So. . .like something out of a James Dean movie. I thought ‘whoa.’ And then. . .well. . .that’s when I really started thinking I was gay.”

“Perfect?” I repeat as I toss his shirt away. “That has to be the first time anyone’s called me that. Hey, do you want to actually do this in a bed this time? There might be more room.”

There’s a lot of things I want to ask him about the whole gay thing, but I’m not sure how. This is all pretty new. I’m going to have to deal with him being a guy sometime, but denial is still working so far.

He laughs. “You mean you actually sleep in a bed?” he teases. “I thought you just lived down here in the basement and only went upstairs in extreme situations.”

He grins. “Yeah, a bed probably would be more comfortable too.”

“Well, the couch pulls out.” I respond, grinning myself. “But. . .well. . .how sick would it be to get it on in my parents’ bed?”

I shiver eagerly, then can help but laugh as a totally mood-wrecking thought goes through my mind.

“I’m sure the upstairs has aired out by now.” I say through the giggles.

Casey laughs. “Oh let’s hope so.” he says. “That could be a serious party crasher.”

He smirks, waggling his eyebrows. “Which way to your parents’ room?”

“Upstairs.” I say, getting up off the couch and pulling him up two flights of stairs.

My parents’ room is pretty dusty, seeing as I think the last time mom came home was sometime around Christmas last year. Not actually ON Christmas, of course. She had to renew her passport or something. At least that was the story. As long as my parents keep sending money, I don’t fucking care what they’re doing. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal, immoral or both. And I don’t think they’re actually married anymore. I think I’ve heard the name ‘Mai Lin’ tossed around involving my father a few times, but I never really paid attention.

Anyway, the room’s dusty, but I strip the comforter off the bed, shake off the pillows and it’s fine, since it’s actually made. Hmm, maybe I should start using the upstairs if Casey’s going to be around. He certainly deserves better than a crappy basement.

And I’m not alone anymore, so it won’t hurt so much. Crap. Thinking that hurt.

Casey looks around the room, nodding. “Cool.” he says. “Cleaner than I was expecting.”

He blushes, glancing at me. “I mean. . .with rumors and stuff around school, I thought there’d be spider webs, at least.” he says. “Not that I listen to school gossip.”

He clears his throat, glancing at the bed. “So. . .” he says.

“What rumors?” I ask, sitting on the bed. “There ARE cobwebs if you check the corners, by the way. I don’t come in here. . .well, at all.”

“Well, that your parents never come home.” he says as he sits down on the bed beside me. “I mean. . .they DO come home, don’t they?”

“Once or twice a year.” I say, looking at my hands. “At least my mom does. If my dad shows up I fuck off for a few days until he’s gone again.”

“Oh.” he says. “That’s. . .fucked up, man. Abandoned by your parents. . . No wonder you’re in tough guy mode all the time.”

He lays a hand on top of mine. “I won’t abandon you.” he says seriously.

“I’m not aband. . .” I begin to object, then decide to cut the bullshit.

“I’m over it.”

. . .

I said cut the bullshit, Zeke.

“I. . .you can’t promise that, Case.” I mutter, shaking my head. I’m not going to look at him. I’m not.

“Sure I can.” he says adamantly. “I’m not going to walk out on you like your parents did. You may sound like you’re over it and you don’t care, but you do, Zeke, because you said it yourself. You’re just like me. And I’m hurting for you. . . I can’t imagine my parents doing that to me and I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through, but I want to make it better.”

He giggles softly. “Listen to me, getting all sappy, like a girl.” he says. “But I mean it, Zeke.”

“I’m not going to hold you to that.” I insist, shaking my head adamantly, then looking away. “You don’t know me. You can’t promise things like that. It’s not fair.”

I wince and rub at my chest, feeling a bit of an ache in the center of it. “Can we change the subject please?”

Casey’s silent for a few moments and then he says, “Okay, sure.”

The bed moves as he shifts and scoots up, then stretches out and props himself up on one elbow. “So what shall we talk about instead?”

I glance over at that moment without intending to. When I see how he’s positioned, I grin despite my heavy mood. He looks good. I can’t help it.

“Ever thought about changing your hair?” I ask cheekily. “I can cut it for you.”

He grins. “I’m sure you could do a much better job than my mom.” he says. “What would I give you in payment? I’ve got very little money. Most of my earnings from my summer job went into a savings account my parents are keeping for me for when I graduate.”

“Hello, someone’s been watching porn.” I say approvingly, then slide over next to him.

“Who, me?” Casey says, batting his eyelashes innocently.

He grins, scooting closer to me. “Soooo?” he says. “What would you ask in payment?”

I manage to pout at him beckoningly, then run my hand down his bare chest.

“You could always work it off.” I purr, looking him over obviously. I have to wonder how he’d actually get a hold of porn and watch it without getting caught by his Robocop parents, but he apparently has.

He shivers as he smiles. “Have anything special in mind?” he says as he leans forward to softly kiss my shoulder.

“Well, you’re the one who’s been thinking about this for three years.” I respond. Oh no, that hasn’t boosted my ego at all. “You’ve probably got this thought out better than I do.”

I pull off my own shirt to save him the trouble.

“My ideas can wait.” I insist. “They’re kind of complicated.”

Casey’s eyes light up and he licks his lips in anticipation. “Okay.” he says. “Well, I’ve already explored your neck and ears. . .so next on the map would be. . .”

He leans close, his tongue flicking out to press into the hollow of my throat. From there, he licks up one side of my collarbone, then the other.

I breathe in sharply as my eyes widen in surprise.

“Where did you learn to do that?!” I gasp. No way that’s standard cheerleader issue!

Casey pauses and looks up at me, grinning. “Well, I dated a cheerleader after all.” he says. “You don’t mind that I lifted a couple of her tricks?”

“Delilah taught you that?” I ask incredulously. “Fuck no I don’t mind. Shit, if I knew she could do that, I’d’ve banged her myself!”

“She taught me other stuff too.” he says. “When I sucked you off the other day. . .”

Wow, he almost manages to say it without blushing.

“I, uh, imitated her.” he finishes, smiling shyly.

“But enough about her.” he says firmly as he pounces on me and rolls me onto my back. “Tonight, it’s you and me, baby.”

He slides down so that his hips are pressed to mine and then lowers himself to press a kiss in the middle of my chest.

“Thank you Delilah.” I mutter, looking up at the ceiling, shaking my head and smirking in spite of myself. I run a hand through Casey’s hair, and determine that the mom-issue haircut is going before the weekend’s over.

“You know, I think history’s now my favorite subject.” I remark as I shift my gaze down to him. . .whoa hello! Instant boner!

Okay okay, so I guess I’m gay. Ugh.

Casey grins as he makes a trail of kisses across to my nipple. “Well then,” he says, letting his breath blow across my nipple, “that means I’m doing my job right.”

I moan helplessly. There’s no way Delilah could be this good. She’s a skank. Casey makes this seem like a fucking art.

“I can’t wait to see what you do with chemistry class.” I respond stupidly. Can’t help it. Blood rushing from brain.

Casey touches his tongue to my nipple tentatively, then licks it. His eyes lift to meet mine as he swirls the tip of his tongue around my nipple. His hips make the tiniest of thrusts against mine.

“Oh. . .god that’s hot.” I groan, trying to keep my eyes open so I can watch him. Something about the way he moves is just sooooooo sexy.

It’d be sexier if he were naked. Hey! Great idea Zeke! Why thank you Zeke!

. . .

This is making me weird. Whatever. The pants have to go.

I reach down and start fumbling with them.

He grins, pausing to lift his head. “Need some help, Zeke?” he says.

“Wouldn’t mind.” I admit, grinning back at him. I can’t help it: he smiles, I smile. It’s the gap in the teeth. I like it. Makes me want to stick my tongue in it, just for fun.

He winks, then unfastens the snap of his jeans. He slowly pulls down the zipper, his eyes never losing contact with mine. He begins to wriggle out of his jeans, turning onto his back and arching his hips upward to pull the jeans off easier.

I lick my lips eagerly. The arching is nice. I like the arching. Wow.

And I actually feel my breathing quicken as I notice the bulge in his underwear. He looked so good when he was getting off earlier. A repeat performance would be really nice.

Fucking him silly would be even better, but I’m not sure I can just tell another guy that. . .

“God I want you, Case.”

Did that just come out of my mouth? Uh. . .I guess I CAN tell another guy that.

He grins, looking pleased at that. He quickly drops the jeans over the side of the bed, then tugs teasingly at the waistband of his underwear.

“Maybe I’ll leave these for later, huh?” he says, winking.

“Maybe not.” I counter, then reach for him, slipping my hand inside the elastic and running my hand over his length.

He moans, shivering, as his hips thrust once to meet my hand. “Ohhh Zeke.” he breathes.

“Yeah. Let’s not leave these.” I say playfully, then ease his underwear off. I wrap my hand around his throbbing cock and stroke him a few times, urgently.

“Yeah, I can get at you much better this way.” I determine. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be seducing me? Oh well.

He groans. “Oh, I like this.” he says, nodding eagerly. “God Zeke I want you too.”

He shivers again and arches his hips into my hand.

“You want me inside you?” I whisper in his ear, fiddling with my own jeans with my free hand.

He gasps and nods. “I’d like that very much.” he says.

I grin in spite of myself, then realize something.

“Shit. I left the condoms downstairs.” I admit. “Damn. Wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh.” he says, blinking. “Damn. . .now would be a really good time to have telekinesis or teleportation skills.”

He glances at me. “So. . .who gets to go get them?”

“I will.” I determine. “I know where they are. Just, um, get comfortable and I’ll be back.”

I kiss him quickly, then get up. I hover in the doorway as I go to leave though.

“You want a drink or something while I’m down there?” I ask. That usually helps girls with, um, this. . . kind of. . .

Oh anal sex. There. I thought it. I’m going to have anal sex. With a guy. There.

He nods, smiling. “Okay, sure.” he says. “Whatever you bring will be okay.”

He settles back on the bed, looking like he wants to curl up into a ball for a moment, but then he stretches out on the bed, resuming his former position of being propped up on one elbow.

“Right. Uh. Miss me.” I say quickly, then dart downstairs chastising myself for the lame dialogue.

I do, in fact, have half a bottle of tequila left. With the bottle in hand, I grab a strip of three condoms from the basement, then check to make sure they’re not expired. Yeah yeah yeah, so it’s been a little while. I’m so pissed off about that I almost forget to grab the bottle of lube. Haven’t used that in a while either. Ms. Burke unfortunately wasn’t into kinky shit. It was disappointing.

I head back upstairs with the stuff and grin at Casey as I. . .re-enter. . .the. . .um. . .wow he looks. . .he looks good. Um. . .okay, he’s comfortable.

I’m drooling. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.

Casey grins. “Hello again.” he says. “I missed you terribly.”

He looks at the bottle in my hand curiously. “Tequila?” he says. “Never had that before.”

I look at what’s in his hand too. Okay, so he’s, um, blatantly touching, um, himself. Okay, uh. . .shit, he’s not as shy as I thought. That’s. . . that’s pretty fucking cool. VERY fucking cool. In a really hot, ‘make Zeke sound like a total idiot inside my own head’ way. Okay, so Casey’s a closet slut. I’m starting to clue into this. Right then.

“It’s kind of harsh.” I admit, shaking the bottle a little. “Especially without the salted glasses and stuff. But I think I know a way to make it more palatable.”

I unscrew the top, then swig back some of the distinct-tasting liquid, but don’t swallow. I gesture him towards my mouth, figuring he’ll take the hint. Girls eat this shit up, so the odds are he’ll dig it too.

Casey smirks and moves closer, kissing me.

I press my lips against his hard and slide down onto the bed, pulling him with me so his head is over mine. I open my mouth to him then and slide my tongue between his lips, letting him taste the agave liquid.

He moans softly, rubbing his tongue against mine.

I coax his tongue into my mouth and the alcohol that’s starting to burn my palate a little. I don’t care. This is fucking hot!

I can’t get the fact he’s been watching me for three years out of my mind. For someone like me, who no one really gives a damn about, that’s. . .well, it’s addictive. Casey’s addictive.

That’s it. I’m not sleeping at all this weekend. I want to savor every minute.

He shivers, pressing against me, as his tongue explores my mouth, lapping up the alcohol. His fingers slide up my arms and over my shoulders, curling around my neck and jaw.

I finally swallow, sucking on his tongue a little as I do, and take hold of him by the waist possessively, as if he’s going to try to run away. I breathe in his scent and moan loudly, feeling an urgent lust building inside me.

He moans too, his hands moving up to cup either side of my face as he rubs his hips against mine. He mumbles something.

I pull away from his mouth and start kissing eagerly, roughly, along his jaw.

“Oh god Case, you’re so fucking hot.” I murmur, pressing his hips into mine. My hands slide down to his bare ass to hold him in place. He isn’t going anywhere now.

“Thanks.” he says breathlessly. “You’re pretty hot too, you know.”

He shivers, grinding his hips against mine. “I want you, Zeke.”

“Well then why don’t you help me with my pants?” I ask, kneading his ass greedily, letting my fingers slip between his cheeks to see how he responds. Imagining it is one thing, actually experiencing it is another.

His breath hitches and he nods eagerly. “Gladly.” he says as he reaches between us and begins fumbling with the closure of my jeans. At the same time, he’s trying to keep as much skin-on-skin contact between us as possible.

Before I know it, I’m wriggling out of my clothes, then kicking them onto the floor. As I roll to the side, he hooks one of his legs around me, which results in a bit of a playful struggle. I end up laughing as he pins me to the bed.

He grins, looking down at me. “Well, Zeke, how did you get down there?” he says, batting his eyelashes innocently.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this, right?” he says as he presses kisses along my jaw line.

“Okay with what?” I ask playfully, playing dumb. “Are you gonna tie me up or something?”

“Do you want me to?” he says, raising his eyebrow curiously, smiling.

I stare at him dumbly for a minute. I can’t help it. That’s just. . .that’s just sweet.

“I, um, I think. . .uh. . .” I stammer, trying to make both my mouth and brain start working again. “Fuck that’s hot. Uh, but. . .I’m worried enough about the whole thing without added, um, yeah.”

Casey smiles affectionately at me. “Well then, we’ll save the tying up for later then, shall we?” he says.

He kisses my pulse point, his fingers skimming down my sides. “So. . .just out of curiosity. . .who’s, um, on top?”

Oh crap. How do I answer that delicately?

“Uh. . .I am?” I offer, feeling like an idiot. Well, I guess that’s as good a way as any.

He lifts his head, raising one eyebrow. “Are you just saying that because I’m the girl in this relationship or do you really want to be?” he says. “No pressure, Zeke. I’ve read up on this stuff.”

“Whoa. Girl? What?” I ask quickly, looking guilty. Aw shit, he’s on to me there, is he? Fuck fuck fuck.

He smiles. “Well, even you have to agree, Zeke, I’m the more feminine-looking of the two of us.”

“Just because you don’t have caterpillar eyebrows.” I insist, looking up at said caterpillars.

“Thank god.” he teases, giggling. “No, seriously, Zeke. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know. This is a new, slightly weird, experience for both of us.”

“Yet you seem really calm.” I point out, trying to nonchalantly relocate the tequila.

He shrugs. “I’ve only had one girlfriend.” he says. “You’ve had numerous.”

“So?”

Okay, I’m stupid. I know, but I have no idea what that has to do with anything.

He sighs. “I’ve spent more time contemplating my sexuality.” he says. “Honestly, Zeke, before the alien attack, before you whacked off to the Offspring and thoughts of me, did you even remotely consider yourself homosexual?”

As he speaks, he idly swirls his fingertip around one of my nipples.

“Other than the hair dresser thing?” I ask weakly, squirming under his touch. Fuck that feels good. “No. I. . .but. . .god just hearing you say ‘whacked off’ gets me hard.”

Casey looks amused. “There you go.” he says. “I’ve been debating it off and on for a while. Delilah was my. . .experiment, I guess you could say.”

He grins as he leans down. “That cousin I mentioned? The one that I kissed and groped?” He swipes his tongue across my nipple. “He was a guy.”

He closes his lips around my nipple, rubbing his tongue against the hardened nub and sucking lightly.

I’m not sure, but I think Casey might have just melted my brain. I try to recall the conversation about that, but I’m not thinking too clearly. I guess. . .I guess a gender bending book and experimentation makes more sense, but. . .gah my head hurts. . .and Casey’s sucking my tit. I’m supposed to think like this?

“Uh.” I manage to respond. Ooh. That was brilliant.

He gives an excited little giggle and then sucks harder. His thumb rubs against my other nipple, his hips even getting into the act.

“So, um, so. . .” I’m trying here. I really am. “Delilah. . .Delilah didn’t. . .uh. . .do anything for you?”

Why am I doing this? Don’t talk, Zeke. Screw.

But. . .I want to know him.

“Well, I did have sex with her.” he says, lifting his head to look at me. His thumb and his hips continue their slow movements. “But it just wasn’t. . .all I expected it to be. There were no fireworks. It was all her. The first time I didn’t even finish. She didn’t notice, but I felt kind of weird, so I started, um, fantasizing after that.”

He blushes and then starts licking and teasing my other nipple.

“Whoa, whoa whoa whoa.” I say quickly, gently taking him by the chin and forcing him to look at me. “Case, are you taking this where I think you’re taking this? Because if you are, I’m totally confused.”

He blinks, looking wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”

“Fantasizing about what?” I ask pointedly.

“Guys.” he mumbles, averting his eyes. “Stuff I’d read. Stuff I wanted to do.”

“Oh.” I say quickly, feeling a combination of relief and disappointment. “Okay, so not specifically me. Okay. But still, why the obsession with her after the break up then? I mean, you were a mess.”

He sighs. “I don’t know.” he says. “Because I thought maybe I’d made a mistake. Maybe I hadn’t tried hard enough to like it. Maybe I just needed to give it some time and it would grow on me. . .like a new pair of sneakers, you know?”

I frown and blink a few times, trying to work with that parallel. Intellectually I guess I can relate, but I can’t say I’ve ever been in that situation personally. I happen to like sex.

“When we made out earlier, did you like it?” I ask as I let go of his chin to caress his cheek with my fingertips. “Be honest. Maybe sex just isn’t your thing.”

“Are you kidding?” he says. “That was great. I very much liked it. And besides, if sex wasn’t my thing, then I would have a problem masturbating, wouldn’t I?”

“Uh. . .good point.” I admit, then rub my forehead with my free hand, exhaling loudly. “Okay, you’re definitely way smarter than me.”

I grin at him in spite of myself.

“And better looking.”

“Why thank you.” he says. He turns his head to kiss my palm, then smiles back at me. “Now, where were we?”

“Discussing who was gonna be on top.” I remind him, finding the slight cockiness intriguing. “So can I?”

“Right.” he says, his smile widening. “And certainly.”

He drops his voice to a husky tone as he says, “Ravish me, Zeke.”

He gives me this perfect, sultry look. . .then erupts into giggles.

I start laughing too. What the hell was that?!

“Was that one of those things you wanted to try?” I ask, easing him onto his side. “The last time I saw you this giggly, you were stoned out of your tree.”

“It’s the tequila.” he says seriously before giggling again.

He calms down after a few moments though. “But yeah, that was something I wanted to try.” he says. “Though I’d always imagined it without the accompanying giggles.”

He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I insist, smiling affectionately. “I like you giggly. Although I’m starting to think. . .”

I move in to kiss his neck.

“That it’s the company, and not the chemicals.”

I press my lips tenderly against his hot skin.

“Try anything you want, Case.” I murmur softly. “You don’t have to hold back around me.”

He shivers, sighing softly. “You make me feel free, Zeke.” he says softly. “Like I can be myself. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. I like that.”

He blinks, licks his lips as he looks up at me. “Make love to me? Please?”

I smile softly and nod. Okay. Now I have to think of something romantic and slightly cheesy to say.

“It would be an honor.”

Hey! Not bad! Point for the Zekester!

Reaching across him, I grab the bottle of lube. I’m pretty sure this is the same as with girls that haven’t gotten it in the ass before. It better be, cause if it’s not, I’m in trouble.

Casey watches me, his face a mixture of anticipation, nervousness and, most of, desire. For me. Zeke.

“If I haven’t said this before,” he says, licking his lips, “let me say it now. . . You. Are. Hot.”

“Enh. As long as you think so.” I say, trying to squirm away from the compliment as I pop the top on the lube bottle. “Okay, best way to do this is to get on your hands and knees, and ease back against me. It’s gonna feel weird if you haven’t done it before.”

“Okay.” he says, nodding. He turns onto his stomach and then raises up on his hands and knees.

“I feel really stupid.” he admits, giggling, as he eases back against me. “Not that I want you to stop or anything, I’m just saying. This is kinda weird.”

“First time always is.” I say, sounding more world weary than I’d intended as I get my fingers good and slippery. I reach between his legs with my other hand and tickle his balls a little, trying to get him to relax some.

For the record, I’m trying really hard not to think about what I’m doing. There’s a ton of questions I want to ask him, about the first few times he actually thought about guys and if he felt conflicted, but now isn’t the time.

He sucks in a breath, shivering a little. “I like that.” he whispers.

Okay, that helps a little with the conflict. That’s pretty hot.

I start tracing his hot, tight entrance with my fingertips. A girl did this to me once, and it actually felt good. Although I felt really gay afterwards and it freaked me out, so I never called her again. I’m a jerk.

He gasps, jerking slightly. “Hey. . that. . .that feels good.” he says, sounding a little surprised. “I mean. . .I didn’t expect. . .not that good.”

“You mean you didn’t do this with your cousin?” I tease, then kiss the small of his back.

Casey shivers. “No, we got interrupted before we got that far.” he says.

I chuckle in spite of myself. Partially at myself. I’ve always had a thing for being someone’s first.

“Now that’s a story I want to hear sometime.” I admit, then prod his anus with my fingertip. Not to penetrate, just to create pressure. The butt girl had just shoved her finger up my ass with no warning, and I’m pretty sure lost an artificial nail in the process. . .otherwise I’m really not sure what that thing I crapped out the next day was.

Casey instinctively presses back, moaning softly. “O-okay.” he says, nodding. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

As he backs into me, my fingertip pushes into him a little, fighting the tight ring of muscle that’s always seemed to me like a biological ‘KEEP OUT’ sign.

“Try to relax, Case.” I urge, shifting my position so I can stroke his cock a little. That always makes me. . .holy shit I thought the word ‘cock.’ Okay, okay, try to relax, Zeke.

“Okay, sure.” he says breathlessly as he rocks his hips forward a little to meet my hand on his cock.

Ahh! I thought ‘cock’ again!

My hands shake a little, which actually results in opening Casey up a little more. My finger slips in about half an inch as his muscles relax momentarily before tightening up again. Whoa. Okay. Good to know.

“You okay?” I ask. I’d rub his back or something, but all my hands are otherwise occupied.

“Yeah.” he says in a hushed voice. “It just. . .takes some getting used to. It’s not bad. . .just. . .different.”

“I’m running up your down escalator.” I point out. Heh, I love that expression. I wiggle my finger a little, mainly because the tip’s going a bit numb.

“Okay, you set the pace.” I tell him as I start stroking him a little harder. Shit this is awkward with my left hand. “It’s easier if you grind your hips in a circle than if you try to sit straight back. I don’t know why. It just is.”

He giggles. “Never heard that expression before. . .” he says. “Okay. . .in a circle.”

Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, he eases back, grinding his hips in slow circles.

“That’s a boy.” I say encouragingly, finding this kind of cool in a really weird way. Okay, I think I’m getting over the cock brain thing. This isn’t THAT weird, I guess. I mean, sure, I’ve got a finger in a guy’s butt, but. . .well. . .he’s hot.

I’m just going to have to accept that wanting to be a hairdresser WAS a sign of things to come.

“Liking this so far.” Casey gasps as he speeds up the movements of his hips.

“Haven’t even hit your prostate yet.” I tell him, then curl my finger a little inside him. I feel the tip just touch the gland in question.

“Oh. . .wait. . .” I announce, pushing in a little farther to stroke it. I’ve never actually done this before, but I’ve had it done, and wow. . .

You know, I can’t picture Casey playing with my butt. I bet it’d be hot though.

“Oh, fuck me!” Casey cries, his body spasming.

He sucks in a breath. “Ohhhh, I think my brain is turning to mush.”

I feel a thrill go through me at Casey’s reaction. I did that. Awesome.

“I’m sure it’s temporary.” I insist, then slowly pull my finger out of him, then plunge it back in. Hey, he said ‘fuck me.’ “And I can’t wait to fuck you, Case. You look so hot.”

Casey moans, shuddering with pleasure. “Ohhh I can’t wait either.” he says. “Zeke, god, please.”

“You sure?” I ask, trying not to sound too eager. “That’s skipping a few steps.”

Casey can take it. He’s tough.

Easy Zeke. Think with the big brain.

“I. . .” He pauses. “I don’t want it to hurt. . .but. . .I don’t know if I can wait. . .”

He’s silent for a few moments. “How many steps?”

“Uh. . .two.” I respond. He can’t wait! I say so!

Big brain, Zeke. Big brain.

“We can try it. If it’s too much, we stop and go back.” I suggest, already reaching for the condoms. I know I’m being a pig, but I want his tight little ass.

Yeah, I’m definitely over the cock brain thing. Funny how sex does that.

“Okay.” he says, nodding. “I trust you, Zeke.”

“You have to help lube me up.” I insist playfully as I roll on the condom. “You have to take responsibility for your own ass, Mr. Connor.”

I snort, then start laughing. Oooookay that was stupid.

He giggles as he looks back at me. “I think I can handle that.” he says.

He meets my gaze and then lets his eyes slowly travel down my body as he reaches for the lube and pours some into his hand. As his hand closes around my cock, he kisses me.

I kiss him back eagerly, slipping my tongue into his mouth immediately. I run my hands over his young, lithe body, a definite possessiveness to the gesture.

He moans, rubbing his tongue against mine. His hand moves steadily on my cock as he arches against my hands.

After a few minutes of this, I can’t take anymore. I need him. Now. Grabbing him firmly by the hips, I get him on his hands and knees again, and kiss my way down his spine greedily as I move in behind him.

“Same deal. Push back into me.” I tell him breathlessly as I position myself at his opening. I moan in anticipation as I feel a hint of his heat.

He nods, panting heavily, and starts gently pushing backwards. After a few seconds, he starts grinding his hips in a circle as well. “Zeke.” he whispers, shivering.

I groan in response and curl around him, fighting the urge to just force myself inside him. The progress is agonizingly slow, which I was expecting, but it’s one thing to conceptualize it, and another thing entirely to experience it. And he’s so tight and hot, and the sounds he’s making. . . god.

“Oh. . .god.” he moans, pushing back against me. “Zeke. . .feels very good.”

His fingers bend and flex randomly, sort of clawing at the bed.

Finally, I feel his body touch my pelvis, and I whimper needfully, pressing into him just that much farther, reveling in the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside his tight heat. I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his back gratefully.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I whisper, feeling way more emotional than I thought I’d be. It’s something about him. There’s a connection between us. I know that sounds really cheesy, but I can feel it.

. . .

Aw crap. Now I’ve got that “BEEEEE GOOOOOOD” E.T. shit in my head. Fuck my brain is fried. Stupid drugs.

“Oh. . .god.” he whispers after a few moments of heavy breathing. “If this is hurting. . . then please kill me now because I have never felt better.”

“Zeke.” he whispers reverently, pushing back a little.

“Oh thank god.” I exhale quickly, then pull out of him a little to gently push back in. I sigh as his tightness squeezes me, and bury my face in his back, my breath hot on his skin.

Casey moans softly, shivering. “I think. . .I understand. . .why people talk about. . .heaven on earth.” he gasps, slowly rocking back against me.

I smile privately and run my fingers through his hair. There’s a sweetness, a romanticism about him, that I’m drawn to, but I’m not sure how to handle. I’m of two minds about how easily he breaches my defenses.

I start making love to him slowly, but build in speed and intensity rapidly, at his urging. Soon, I’m sweating freely, pounding into him with abandon, urged on by his cries of pleasure. I’ve got him pinned down on the bed at this point, and I can feel him wriggling beneath me, grinding back against me, and into the pillow under his hips. It’s as sexy to me as any girl ever has been, more so, because there’s a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced before. I’ve been with a lot of girls, sure, but I’ve never actually been in a relationship. Miss Burke wasn’t a relationship. I still think of her as ‘Miss Burke’ for fuck’s sake.

“Oh god, Zeke!” Casey cries loudly. His hands are curled into fists, gripping the bed sheets beneath him as he thrusts back and forth between the pillow and me with abandon. His body is covered with sweat and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. “I’m going to come!”

He gives another loud cry and then his body goes into this complete, wild spasm.

With a few final thrusts, I join him, crying out as I do. I hold onto him tightly as I ride out the orgasm, feeling better than I thought was possible. Maybe there’s something to this heaven on earth stuff Casey was talking about.

He collapses against the mattress, his eyes shut, this look of total bliss on his face. I think this is most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.

“Fucking fantastic.” he sighs, smiling.

I smile and pet the back of his head, then pull out of him, ditch the condom, and slide back into bed, gathering him up in my arms. Almost immediately, I start feeling sleepy, it’s a content sleepy. No. More than content. I actually feel happy.

“I could get used to this.” I murmur, then kiss the top of his head.

He snuggles against me, shifting until he’s comfortable. “Me too, Zeke.” he says softly.

He’s silent for a few moments, his breathing steady.

Then he says dreamily, sounding half asleep, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Zeke.”

“Yeah babe. You mentioned that.” I respond, too blissed out to feel uncomfortable. I’m tempted to return the sentiment, but I always feel that way after great sex. “Shhh. Go to sleep. We can talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay.” he says. He shifts against and then buries his face in my chest.

“Night, Zeke.” he mumbles.

In a few moments, his breathing evens out.

I thought I’d fall asleep immediately, but I actually force myself to stay awake for another ten minutes, just marveling at the little miracle in my arms. Right now, I can’t imagine him being any more perfect, and no one’s ever going to hurt him again.

With that in mind, I drift into a dreamless sleep.