Fandom: The Faculty
Characters: Casey / Zeke
Word Count: 3050
Disclaimer: not mine, of course
Note1: english is not my first language, so this might be not perfect but it's fun ;)
Note 2: originally written for the C&Z summer challenge 2012
He felt so worn out. This summer break was like hell. He had always liked winter more than summer. When it was freezing cold most people stayed at home. During summer the town was overcrowded with stupid people. Wherever you went to, to the mall, the beach, the club ... you never had a moment just for yourself.
Guys who bothered him with all the shit they needed. Booze. Scat. Faked identity cards. Porn ... over and over again porn. Everyone seemed to believe that summer and sex belonged together. And Zeke was the first address for all this stuff.
Even worse the girls. Stupid bitches, all of them. It was beyond him why they didn't get it that he was just playing with them. He could get all of them, just, he was not interested. Of course, he flirted and laughed, he kissed them and sometimes he took them to a motel ... never home, oh no ... He fucked them, he found his relief, but no one knew about the stale taste he always felt afterward.
He knew all this was just a meaningless show. He was the bad boy of town. It was cool to be his best buddy. It was cool to be kissed from him. But who did actually care for him? Who knew how lonesome he sometimes was? Who knew about the long nights in front of the TV, a frozen pizza and some beer beside him, when he cursed his parents for leaving him alone when he was barely old enough for it, when all he had wanted was a normal family.
But the life had to go on. He had learned that complaining and getting drunk never was a great help. What helped was a day at the lake. His lake. Not one of the popular places where everyone went to. He had discovered this place one day two years ago, after he had gotten a call from his mom. As ever it had ended with a fight. As ever he had felt the need to run. Usually he jogged for hours, until he felt so worn out that all he could do was drop down onto his bed and sleep .... sleep ... sleep.
Not this time. Because he had found the hidden lake. It was only a small one, the water icecold, even on the hottest summer days. High, dark trees were towering around it. But there was also a small clearing, green grass, flowers, the sun. Silence. Heavenly silence. A sanctuary. His sanctuary.
Zeke smiled when he left the GTO. The small path through the woods was almost invisible but he would find it even blindfound. Just a few minutes and he would be free. He already felt so much better. It was a hot day, no clouds at the sky, but at the lake it would be wonderfully cool. He grabbed for the small backpack, only a few things inside, a towel, a book, suncream, a few bottles of soda, sandwiches and some fruits in a cool bag. No radio, no beer, the lake was the only place where he didn't feel the need to drown out the silence in his life with loud music and a lot of booze. No blanket, he liked to feel the grass under his naked body. No trunks, he was alone here and he could do whatever he wanted ...
Only a few steps ... suddenly he jerked to a stop. Hot showers were rushing through his body - rage and disappointment. No, no, no, he cried inside. This couldn't be. He came here for almost two years now and never ... never ... he had noticed the presence of someone else. Why today?! Tears were pricking in his eyes, but he fought them back. Zeke Tyler didn't cry! Never ever!
With narrowed eyes he stared at the figure in front of him. It was a boy at his age, he could say that much. How could he dare to come here? This was his place and he wanted it back. But the boy didn't seem to care. He was lying face down, the head rested on his arms. Probably he was sleeping. Beside him a black sling bag. A few steps away an old bike was leaning at a tree.
Zeke frowned. He had seen this bike before, he was sure. His eyes searched for the boy on the clearing again. He was small, slender, dark hair. The black bag beside him. A camera bag!
Suddenly it hit him. Casey-fucking-Connor!
The biggest geek from school. From town even. Alone, as ever. He didn't seem to have friends to spend his vacation with. Probably he had looked for a sanctuary too ... and he had found one. His sanctuary. His lake. And Zeke didn't want to share.
He wondered if it would be difficult to scare Casey that much that he would run back home to mommy and never would dare to come back again. Probably not. He was Zeke Tyler, everyone knew better not to fuck around with him. Casey was just a stupid wimp, used to it that others pushed him around.
He grinned and started to develop a plan. He would sneak up from behind and grab his beloved camera. Before Casey would be able to realize what happened to him he would reach the lake. This would be a bad awakening for him. Casey loved his camera more than anything else. Zeke could imagine his wide open eyes´, so fucking blue, and how he would beg him to give it back. Of course he wouldn't do so. He would keep him in suspense for a while but at the end he would drop it right into the icecold water. Maybe Casey would jump after it, maybe he would cry ... Zeke sneered spiteful. He didn't deserve anything better. He should learn how it felt to loose something what meant all for him.
But Zeke was smart enough to realize that this wouldn't change much. Even if Casey would never come back here ... this place would never be the same for him.
"Fuck you, Connor," he murmured and gnashed his teeth with anger.
But before he could make the first step forward Casey suddenly yawned and stretched, finally he sat up. Disappointed Zeke pulled his face. Without the element of surprise it would be just half the fun. He stared at him, not sure what to do next.
Only dressed with his trunks today Casey looked so different from the geek at school, who tried to be invisible with his oversized jeans and stupid checkered shirts. When bitchy Delilah, Casey's secret crush, would see him like that, she would probably change her mind about him.
Casey reached for his backpack to take out a tube with sunlotion. Carefully he spread it onto his arms first before attending to his chest. With gentle, rotary movements he massaged the lotion in. Only a geek like Casey would do it that way. This looked almost girlish ... so embarrassing ... And what was he doing now? Zeke squinted his eyes against the dazzling sun. Casey had finally stopped at his nipple, his thumb was resting on it, squeezed and stroke it gentle. Zeke huffed slightly. Holy fuck. He was not able to turn his eyes away when Casey leaned his head back and closed his eyes, while his fingers were still dancing over his nipples.
Obviously he was enjoying it. Zeke was sure to see his chest moving up and down heavily, hear his slight groaning. Though maybe this was just his own fantasy. He had to admit it: Casey Connor was stunning hot.
This made him even more angry. What was wrong with this stuipid shit? First he came here and took over his secret place. Then he stirred up emotions Zeke didn't like at all. He would be dead if anyone at Herrington ever found out that he gave a shit about all the girls he fucked. That he sneaked out of town now and then to visit special clubs in Columbus or elsewhere, where no one knew him. This was the only time he allowed himself to feel what he felt. Never ... never ... he took this home to Herrington.
Until today. When Casey finally reached for the sunlotion again and continued with his legs he knew it was about time to go. Up and down ... and back again. His hands run excessively slow and soft over the skin. He had long legs, legs which could run so fast when it was needed. How would it be to feel them around his hips? Zeke's mouth felt dry, his dick started to react as if it had an own will ...
Suddenly Casey stopped and looked up, stared right into the direction of the trees which hid Zeke. It almost made him jump back. But soon enough Casey relaxed again, sighed long and satisfied ... and continued stroking himself. It felt as if he would make a show just for him. Zeke could see his fingers moving over his belly ... deeper and deeper ... he past the waist of his trunk without hesitating ... what was he doing there?!
"Take it off," Zeke begged him silently and bit his lower lip.
"Please, take it off!"
He wanted to watch how Casey jerked off. How his fingers would clasp his dick, how he would tease the head of it, how he would play with his balls. Alone the sheer thought of it almost drove him crazy.
Later he couldn't say any more how he had made it home. He was still trembling, full of anger ... and excitement. He had a cold shower and two beers which he gulped down quickly. It only left him feeling even more dizzy. At the end he gave in. He jerked off twice, thinking of Casey-fucking-Connor, the world's biggest geek, the most sexiest guy alive.
It didn't help much. Nothing seemed to help. Several days passed and he couldn't stop thinking about him. Wednesday he had a quickie with Hannah ... right under everyones nose on the parking lot at the mall. Friday he met Maria ... or was it Marcie?! ... and spend the whole night with her at a motel nearby. Saturday he went to Columbus ... and left the club without the pretty blond who had tried to flirt with him for hours. He felt as worn out as never before.
Finally he went back to the lake. He waited all day long, hidden between the trees, but no Casey. He cursed himself loud and long. This was so embarrassing. What the hell was wrong with him? He had always been able to control his feelings ... and now ...
Casey! It was all his fault. He had destroyed his life. He had taken away the only place where he had been able to relax. And now he haunted him. Zeke tried to hate him.
Casey would found himself in hell when they would be back at Herrington High after summer break. Zeke would team up with Gabe and his stupid buddies. They had always liked to bully Casey ... and for the first time Zeke started to understand. Casey didn't deserve better. He outright cried for being tormented. And when he finally would be on his knees ... literally or figuratively ... he would get his clear head back and see what he actually was. A wimp, a desperate geek, an everlasting loser ...
And Zeke would snatch his stupid camera and make pics of him. Pics he would show off at school. Pics which would always remind him when he started to think of Casey Connor as the sexiest guy alive again.
Usually he tried to avoid the Mall on a saturday afternoon. Weekend. A lot of stupid crowd around. But he was not in the mood for partying or clubbing and his freezer was almost empty. No more beer at home and he needed to get a few DVD's which would help to distract him over the weekend.
He had looked for a free parking lot far away from the other sunday driver. With his luck lately one of them would probably crash right into his beloved GTO. He felt relieved when he finally came back, loaded with two Six-packs of Heineken, Pizza, some egg-rolls and three good, old movies he could watch over and over again. Quick he put the bags onto the backseat, when suddenly a voice from behind made him jump.
"Fuck," he yelled after banging his head against the car's doorframe.
"Connor! What the hell are you doing here?"
Moody he started at him. He looked as usual - ridiculous jeans, an old-fashioned brown shirt and a yellow tee underneath. It was somehow disappointing that he had next to nothing in common with the guy from the lake. But at least it brought him back on earth again. How could he ever have thought that geeky Casey Connor was sexy?
His blue eyes looked calm and his smile was gentle.
"Some shopping for my mom. And I wanted to get the newest comics."
He pointed at the bag in his hand.
"I like that stuff. You?"
Zeke narrowed his eyes. What was this? Even at school they had barely talked before. Casey was always on his own and he had never bothered Zeke with stupid stuff he needed. He was mommy's good boy. Zeke was the nightmare of every parents. They had nothing in common. So, what had happened that Casey suddenly tried to make conversation? As if they were best friends?
"You look worn out," Casey continued.
"Hope you are okay. I didn't see you for quite a while now."
"Get off my back, Connor. There are not many places we two could meet," he growled and wanted to get into the GTO.
"Sorry! Just thinking. Why don't you come to the lake anymore?"
Zeke jerked around.
"What lake," he almost yelled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Casey laughed slightly.
"The hidden lake in the wood. I like to be there. It's a great place."
Indeed, it had been a wonderful place. Before Casey had shown up there. Zeke's face darkened when he remembered what he had lost.
"You shouldn't! It's not yours!"
"I don't mind to share!"
"We both could have a lot of fun!"
Damned! This little fucker! Zeke tried hard not to think about all the fun they could have. He and Casey together ... alone ... naked ...
"Just forget it," he snarled.
"You can have the lake all for yourself, I don't want it anymore. And now leave me the fuck alone."
"That's too bad!"
The voice was calm, but his eyes were sparkling amused.
"Didn't you like what you saw?"
Zeke gasped for air. The world turned around. He had known it. He had known that he had been there, hidden between the trees, and he had put a show on. How could he dare that? No one ... no one ... dared to make a fool out of him!
"You little prick," he yelled beside himself with rage.
"You are dead ... fucking ... meat!"
Casey smirked and rolled with his eyes.
"Geez. You make a good drama queen. It's not that bad, Zeke! Get over it!"
"Being gay. To like guys. You are not alone with that, you know."
This was a nightmare. How could this be? Casey was just a stupid geek. He barely dared to talk with others. He had a hopeless crush on the cheerleader queen of the school. And here he was, talking about his gayness as if it would be the most normal thing of the world. Zeke felt trapped like a fly in a spider's web.
"Stop doing this. Stop analysing me. You're not my stupid shrink. You know nothing about me. I don't fuck guys!"
Casey blinked wildly, Zeke grinned satisfied. Point for him. Good!
"Oh. You think I want you to fuck me? No Zeke, thank you. But I will never be one of your mindless five-minute-fucks."
It happened in a split of a second. Zeke grabbed him at his collar without thinking and pressed him against the GTO.
"Better be careful with what you say," he hissed.
"I could crush you like a worm!"
Casey wasn't scared in the slightest.
"You could," he admitted and didn't even make a try to free himself out of Zeke's arm.
"But you won't, right?"
He smiled at him, his face, his lips so near. Zeke could feel his warm breath. And he knew it had been a mistake. Much too near. He could just bent his head and kiss him. It didn't look as if Casey would mind, no matter what he had said.
"Do you want me, Zeke?"
No, his mind warned him. Yes. Yes, yes, yes!
"Come to the lake tonight. Did you ever go there at night? It's stunning at full moon. As if you could touch the stars in the water."
Full moon? Stars in the water? What the hell was he talking about? Zeke was not interested in stargazing. All he could think about was ...
Casey moved even nearer, his lips touching his earlope, when he whispered.
"My parents are not at home this weekend. So I can stay as long as I want ... as long as you want me to stay."
... to fuck him. His mind was racing. No one would ever get to know. Casey would be smart enough not to talk about it at school ...
"If you let me, I'm gonna give you the first fuck of your life."
All Zeke could do was to jerk away and stare at him with disbelief.
"You ... what???"
He was not sure if to laugh or to yell at him. Alone the thought of it was ridicolous.
"Don't worry. I know you are still a virgin when it comes to that. I'm gonna be careful, promised. It will only hurt a tiny bit."
As if through a haze Zeke felt Casey's fleetingly ... promising ... kiss on his lips. Then he was alone.