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Title: Stop being a coward
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 342
Finished: 15.03.2015
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For almost two hours Zeke had braved the storm, fought against the teeth of the wind, the heavy rain. And he felt great. All just because of Casey. Together with his best friend he always felt good. All the loneliness and emptiness in his life seemed to vanish into thin air. He still couldn't get it how it had happened that the school's geek had been able to sneak into his life.
"Zeke?"
He looked up, torn out of his thoughts. There he was, tousled hair, the face reddened from the cold. Casey carefully put his camera bag on the chair beside him, then he took off the rain-drenched jacket. Even his shirt was wet and seemed to glue at his skin. He rubbed his arms to warm them up.
"Shower! A hot shower. It's cold!"
Cold, oh yes. Zeke himself was chilled to the bones too. And who was to blame for that? But he felt much too happy to be annoyed. He shrugged. “Go ahead. Upstairs, first door on the right side."
"Thanks." Casey turned to the stairs, but stopped there, looking back at Zeke. His eyes were sparkling hilariously. "What's with you?"
Wait! What? Suddenly Zeke felt great heat rushing through his body, his mouth felt dry. "You first,” he said and his voice sounded rough.
“But you are shaking like a leave. You will catch a cold.”
Stubborn little shit. Why couldn't he just let it rest? "I will have a coffee to warm up.” While Zeke turned to the kitchen-counter, Casey followed him. Was suddenly standing behind him much too close, smiling wide. "Zeke, you are such a coward,” he whispered.
Warm breath hit his neck. Zeke turned around in the try to escape. All too close. Just eyes and lips. Wonderful lips. Touching his. Warm. Soft. Hot. Casey Connor was kissing him. Only for a split of a second.
Then it was over. Like through a haze, Zeke could hear steps on the stairs. Stopping again. Whispered words. "You coming? I'm gonna wait for you!"
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 342
Finished: 15.03.2015
:::
For almost two hours Zeke had braved the storm, fought against the teeth of the wind, the heavy rain. And he felt great. All just because of Casey. Together with his best friend he always felt good. All the loneliness and emptiness in his life seemed to vanish into thin air. He still couldn't get it how it had happened that the school's geek had been able to sneak into his life.
"Zeke?"
He looked up, torn out of his thoughts. There he was, tousled hair, the face reddened from the cold. Casey carefully put his camera bag on the chair beside him, then he took off the rain-drenched jacket. Even his shirt was wet and seemed to glue at his skin. He rubbed his arms to warm them up.
"Shower! A hot shower. It's cold!"
Cold, oh yes. Zeke himself was chilled to the bones too. And who was to blame for that? But he felt much too happy to be annoyed. He shrugged. “Go ahead. Upstairs, first door on the right side."
"Thanks." Casey turned to the stairs, but stopped there, looking back at Zeke. His eyes were sparkling hilariously. "What's with you?"
Wait! What? Suddenly Zeke felt great heat rushing through his body, his mouth felt dry. "You first,” he said and his voice sounded rough.
“But you are shaking like a leave. You will catch a cold.”
Stubborn little shit. Why couldn't he just let it rest? "I will have a coffee to warm up.” While Zeke turned to the kitchen-counter, Casey followed him. Was suddenly standing behind him much too close, smiling wide. "Zeke, you are such a coward,” he whispered.
Warm breath hit his neck. Zeke turned around in the try to escape. All too close. Just eyes and lips. Wonderful lips. Touching his. Warm. Soft. Hot. Casey Connor was kissing him. Only for a split of a second.
Then it was over. Like through a haze, Zeke could hear steps on the stairs. Stopping again. Whispered words. "You coming? I'm gonna wait for you!"