Broken Toys

Chapter 8

Zeke woke with a groan, moving instinctively against the heat pressing against his groin. He met with satin skin and a yielding resistance. Warm pressure found one hip and urged him forward again. He complied even as he opened his eyes.

And froze.

"Casey?"

The younger boy's back was to Zeke's chest and from the feel of things he was completely naked beneath the blanket. Casey was reaching back, urging Zeke closer and only then did Zeke realize that he was naked too.

"Casey, what are you doing?"

"Don't talk." Casey whimpered, moving slightly, then pressing back so that Zeke's erection was trapped between them. "Please." He pressed back harder, his intention clear.

"No, Case..." Zeke shifted away a little but Casey dug his nails into Zeke's hip and shoved back hard, crying out as the connection was made. It was painful for both of them but Casey didn't seem to care.

Casey moved again, demanding, but Zeke was ready this time and managed to pull away, slipping free of Casey. The smaller boy cried out in anguish.

"No!"

Zeke rolled Casey onto his back, leaning over him to look directly into Casey's pained eyes.

"What are you trying to do?" Zeke demanded. "I could hurt you."

"I don't care," Casey insisted, and the darkness in his eyes proved the truth of it - he really didn't care if he was hurt. Zeke pulled back, stunned.

"I won't hurt you, Case, but I will make love to you if that's what you really want." Zeke leaned in for a tender kiss but Casey turned his face away. Zeke settled for stroking Casey's hair instead.

After a long time Casey turned his face back to Zeke. "Yes," he whispered brokenly, struggling to say the words. "Please Zeke, I need you to... love me."

The desperation in the plea shook Zeke badly. This was too much; he was in over his head. It would be so easy to mess this up, how could he possibly... Casey was watching him, waiting, so vulnerable, so used to being hurt. How could Zeke possibly refuse him?

"Case, I don't need to have sex with you to love you." Zeke leaned in and kissed Casey tenderly. "You know that don't you?"

"No I don't." Casey replied, almost angrily. "I hear the words, Zeke, but words don't mean anything. They can't be trusted. Especially the word love." Casey shifted, turning away from Zeke but making no attempt to sit up.

"You've been so good to me this week, but what happens when we have to leave this cozy little bed for three and go out into the real world? What happens when there are other students all around us and we have to worry about what they think?" Casey shifted again, sighing deeply. He looked fragile and tired but Zeke wouldn't allow that to stop him, what he had to say was too important.

"You want me to prove that I love you, Case? How? By fucking you dry? By making you bleed? I won't do it. You don't hurt the person you love."

"Then I guess no one loves me," Casey said softly, turning away. "I guess no one ever has."

Zeke touched Casey's shoulder but the boy flinched, tears filling his eyes. "Why, Zeke," he asked piteously. "What's wrong with me? Why am I so unlovable?"

Anguished, Zeke lowered his head. He sat up, pulling off and tossing aside the boxers that Casey had only half-removed while Zeke was sleeping. He held his head in his hands for a long moment while Casey lay beside him curled up in grief and despair.

Finally Zeke got up and walked to his suitcase. He opened it and rifled through the contents extracting a bottle of lube. He returned to the bed silently, his eyes fixed on Casey.

Zeke's mind screamed with the wrongness of what he was doing even as he prepared himself and then Casey. He knew that Casey was too fragile, too vulnerable for this. Zeke knew that Casey was still in shock over his father's behavior and rejection. But he couldn't find any way to refuse Casey without making things worse.

And, deep down, some treacherous part of him wanted this. A part of him was as desperate for this contact as Casey. And Zeke wasn't strong enough to resist.

He guided Casey onto his stomach, adding pillows to make sure he was comfortable. A few minutes of kissing and petting Casey's back and they were both ready. Draping himself over Casey, Zeke was careful of the injured leg. Slowly he found the entrance and pushed inside, sweating with the effort to go slowly and carefully. It seemed to take an eternity to slide in completely.

Beneath Zeke, Casey clutched the mattress and whimpered pitifully.

"Casey? Are you ok?"

"More," Casey commanded his voice unsteady. He pushed back to urge Zeke to move.

It was the most heartbreakingly painful experience of Zeke's life, making love to Casey with such desperation. There was no joy in release and afterwards they separated, turning away from each other to hide their shame and tears.

*****

The smell hit Billy as soon as he opened the door; the room reeked of sweat and sex. He recoiled, mouth twisting as his imagination supplied visions of Zeke and Casey together. It made Billy's stomach burn.

Quickly Billy grabbed a change of clothes and a towel and hurried off to the shower. He stayed there for a long time, wishing he could wash the imagined images away like dirt. A noise startled him and he opened his eyes, surprised to find Casey leaning against the wall outside the shower, naked except for the cast on his leg.

"Billy," Casey beckoned and Billy obeyed, moving in front of the boy, trying not to stare. There was a prickle of warning in the back of his mind, urging him to go now, to get out before something happened that he would regret. An image of Zeke and Casey together flashed through his mind. He didn't move.

"Make me yours," Casey ordered softly, placing his hands on Billy's chest. "Please."

The raw need in Casey's eyes seduced Billy and then broke him. With a cry he pressed fully against Casey, driving Casey back against the cold wall. Billy was drowning... drowning in heat, and want and desperate need, and Casey was pulling him under.

Mouths and hands made demands as they worked together, a bit awkwardly but with enough rhythm to suit their needs. They pressed against each other, the sensation of body moving against body sweet beyond dreams.

It didn't take long for Billy to lose control, crying out his release into Casey's mouth. He rested against the smaller body for a few minutes, regaining control of his breathing, feeling the stickiness between them.

When he was steadier, Billy slid down Casey's body and took Casey into his mouth, licking and sucking until Casey stiffened and cried out.

Zeke found them like that, Casey leaning limply against the wall with Billy resting against Casey's leg.

*****

Zeke was gone before Billy could react. He'd taken one look at Billy and Casey together in the bathroom, swore and stormed out.

Guiltily, Billy went back to the shower cleaning up quickly and hurrying out of the bathroom. He didn't say a word to Casey as he left.

Casey remained leaning against the wall, too drained physically and emotionally to move. Tears streamed from his eyes but he didn't feel them. He didn't feel anything.

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