Broken Toys

Chapter 56

The warmth lingered on Casey's thigh long after Zeke returned his hand to the steering wheel to navigate the car up to the house and park. Although his mind was full of things he needed to do to be ready for the arrival of their guests, Casey couldn't help but smile.

"Planning on sitting out here all afternoon?" Zeke teased.

"Maybe," Casey answered lightly. "There's so much to be done I can't seem to get started."

"I know how to solve that, come on."

Zeke opened the car door and hauled himself out, slamming the door and hurrying around to meet Casey, who barely cleared the space before Zeke slammed the car door behind him. With a firm grip on Casey's arm Zeke half-dragged the smaller man towards the house, a poorly-contained grin on his face.

"Things to do, Case. Mustn't dawdle." Zeke drawled thelast word in a perfect immitation of one of the lunch ladies at good old Herrington High. She was so predictable no one had been able to tell if the aliens had ever gotten to her or not.

They raced each other up the stairs towards their bedroom, Casey finally having caught on to Zeke's plan. Caps, gowns and dress clothes were left behind them in a trail that ended at the shower, with only skin separating them.

"They'll be here soon," Casey worried as Zeke turned him away from the spray and started soaping his back.

"We'll be quick," Zeke assured him, his hands moving, fast and sure, while Casey sighed and pressed back against him, tilting his head up for a kiss.

"Zeke..."

"Shhh. I know."

"Let me." Casey turned and took the soap, taking his own turn at washing his lover, hands moving quickly in the well-practiced patterns. It was different not having Billy here, but they could adapt.

"All clean?" Zeke asked perfunctorily as he reached into the container next to the shampoo for the stash of condoms and lube.

"We don't have time."

"There's always time. Turn around." Zeke gently urged Casey to turn to face the glass, his back towards Zeke. That meant a fast, rough ride. Just the way they both needed it right now.

Casey leaned forward, palms flat against the wet glass, head tilted back and slightly to one side, anticipating. His breathing quickened and he moved back to meet Zeke's warmth as those knowing hands traced familiar paths along Casey's skin.

Zeke's left hand curved along Casey's waist while the right hand slid down to tease and prepare Casey for what was to happen next.

Casey arched his back and made an impatient sound in his throat. Zeke just laughed and swatted his backside.

"That won't help," Casey sniffed, shifting a little to rub the sore spot, pretending to be affronted.

"You sure? We haven't tried that yet."

"Don't even think... oh!"

Zeke pinned Casey's wrists against the wall with one hand and used the other to guide himself as he impaled Casey. The height difference made this a bit of a challenge, but Zeke was up to it.

Casey pushed back hard, demanding, and Zeke laughed, draping himself over Casey, still holding his wrists, but moving his free hand to Casey's erection and gripping it hard.

Water beat staccatto against the walls and floor while skin slid against skin and incoherent moans sounded counterpoint.

Intensity increasing.

Crescendo.

*****

Sated and clean, wrapped in large towels, they stood in each other's arms a moment, resting, mouths pressed together, lazily exploring. Need building again, they gripped each other tighter, fingers pressing against flesh with intent to bruise, mouths wanting to consume, eyes meeting with understanding. Zeke tilted his head forward and pressed his fingers into the flesh at Casey's hips.

"I want them to know about us."

"Zeke, no. Your parents..."

"Especially them. I won't hide us, Case. They didn't want me. We don't need them. But they are here, because of you." Zeke leaned forward and gave Casey a soft kiss. "So I'll give them a chance. For you and Billy. If they can't accept us, then they can walk away and they won't ever have to worry about me again. And we can forget all about them. It has to be this way, Case. I won't live my life surrounded by ghosts."

"Ghosts?" Casey grinned, reaching up and grabbing the  back of Zeke's head, pulling him down. "At least they aren't aliens." He started nibbling on Zeke's ear because Zeke couldn't resist that, then worked quickly down to his jaw to the neck. There was a long series of teasing nibbles and sucking almost-bites at the sensitive spot on Zeke's neck. Zeke shivered but remained compliant,running his hands over Casey's back and thinking of ways to return the favor when it was his turn. Finally Casey stepped back, the compulsion to claim Zeke as overwhelming as speech and thought.

There were a few seconds of heavy silence and then the two were drawn together again, this time the positions reversed with Zeke as the possessor and Casey as the claimed. There was something primal here, some dark need set loose that neither was quite strong enough to control.

Weakened and a little dazed, they broke apart, stumbling away from each other, then turning back because they had to see...

Beautiful.

"Case."

"Zeke."

They reached for each other, needing to touch. Matching brands on the sides of their necks, dark purple and clearly visible above their collarlines.

They kissed tenderly, fingers caressing the marks lightly so as not to cause any pain.

"I love you's" breathed between them, sealed by kisses.

Finally, reluctantly, they separated. Grinned liked fools and looked down.

Damn.

"Round two?" Zeke smirked, eyeing his own obvious erection, and then Casey's before looking up and licking his lips sensually.

"Don't get started again or we'll be fucking in the front yard when everyone arrives." Casey smacked Zeke just for good measure. "Go... think about tomatoes or something."

"Tomatoes?" Zeke asked, boggled by the concept.

"Think about it, Zeke. Billy and those tomato plants he's always going on about. I swear he was reading a 400 hundred page book on them last week. We're doomed. I don't even like the things all that much." Casey shrugged. "He's already planning out the spring planting for next year."

Zeke shook his head ruefully and looked down. "Great, now I'll be afraid of catsup. Look what it did."

Casey leaned over and hugged him. "Don't worry, I know the secret. If you're really good I'll show you later. But for now, we'd better get that food ready. Billy will think we were fooling around." Dried and dressed, Casey picked up the towels and straighted up the bathroom.

"Billy will be right," Zeke pointed out. "We were fooling around." Zeke pulled on his clothes then straightened up the bedroom and gave it one last critical look. "What do you think? Good enough for company?"

"Good enough for people who have no business snooping in our bedroom. We ought to leave a few of Billy's dirty socks around. That would discourage anyone who wants to snoop."

"These are parents, Case. They're immune. Come on, I'll get the grill going. You want to get the crackers and stuff out?" Zeke bounded down the stairs two at a time with Casey following behind at a slower pace, reviewing the menu in his head. Just as Zeke stepped off the last step he caught his reflection in a picture frame. He raised a hand to his neck and thoughtfully caressed the mark there, smiling as he headed towards the porch.

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