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priscaTitle: Oh so hot
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Prompts: dirty
Word Count: 402
Finished: 07.10.2020
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Casey couldn't help it; he stopped his bike to watch. Zeke Tyler bent over the opened hood of his GTO. A radio was playing 'You will rock me' by Queen. Wait! Had he just discovered something he had in common with the school's most-wanted boy? Queen was one of his most favorite groups, though not only because of the good music. Casey grinned while continuing to stare at Zeke's ass.
Until Zeke suddenly straightened up and turned around. His white shirt torn and dirty. God, he looked so good, Casey thought and blushed deeply when he noticed Zeke's piercing eyes resting on him. As if he was able to read his mind.
„Hey, come here, I could need your help.“
Casey stiffened in shock. „Mine?“
„Anyone else around?“ Zeke smirked. „C'mon, you only need to hold back the induction pipe so that I can reach the driveshaft.“
Just as well he could have talked Chinese, Casey didn't understand a word. For a moment, a thought about it to jump onto his bike and take flight. But this would look just too ridiculous.
He shared a lab table at school with Zeke, and sometimes, at lunchbreak, the bleachers; they didn't talk much, but Zeke had never been mean to him like some others. Casey's heart beat quicker. This was a completely different situation. Without any question, Zeke was one of the best-looking guys from school in his tight jeans and longsleeved shirts, but he was a hundredfold hotter in dirty work clothes.
He could smell oil and gas when he stepped closer hesitating. „I don't know,“ he murmured. „I have no clue about cars.“
„It's not that complicated,“ Zeke said. „Just pull this back, leave the rest at me.“
Ohgodohgodohgod. Casey stood stark and stiff, shoulder on shoulder with Zeke, even their fingers touched now and then fleetingly. He didn't even notice it when the older boy was done and finally stepped back from the GTO.
„Hey, you can breathe again.“
Casey almost jumped. „Oh... yeah.“
Zeke eyed him curiously. „What wrong with you? Why are you afraid of me?“
„I'm not!“
„Good.“ Zeke stepped closer again; closer than necessary? „Because, you know, I'm none of the bullies. I would never do anything you don't want.“ Then he bent forward to place his lips on Casey's.
What the hell...
„Thank you for helping me out.“
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Prompts: dirty
Word Count: 402
Finished: 07.10.2020
:::
Casey couldn't help it; he stopped his bike to watch. Zeke Tyler bent over the opened hood of his GTO. A radio was playing 'You will rock me' by Queen. Wait! Had he just discovered something he had in common with the school's most-wanted boy? Queen was one of his most favorite groups, though not only because of the good music. Casey grinned while continuing to stare at Zeke's ass.
Until Zeke suddenly straightened up and turned around. His white shirt torn and dirty. God, he looked so good, Casey thought and blushed deeply when he noticed Zeke's piercing eyes resting on him. As if he was able to read his mind.
„Hey, come here, I could need your help.“
Casey stiffened in shock. „Mine?“
„Anyone else around?“ Zeke smirked. „C'mon, you only need to hold back the induction pipe so that I can reach the driveshaft.“
Just as well he could have talked Chinese, Casey didn't understand a word. For a moment, a thought about it to jump onto his bike and take flight. But this would look just too ridiculous.
He shared a lab table at school with Zeke, and sometimes, at lunchbreak, the bleachers; they didn't talk much, but Zeke had never been mean to him like some others. Casey's heart beat quicker. This was a completely different situation. Without any question, Zeke was one of the best-looking guys from school in his tight jeans and longsleeved shirts, but he was a hundredfold hotter in dirty work clothes.
He could smell oil and gas when he stepped closer hesitating. „I don't know,“ he murmured. „I have no clue about cars.“
„It's not that complicated,“ Zeke said. „Just pull this back, leave the rest at me.“
Ohgodohgodohgod. Casey stood stark and stiff, shoulder on shoulder with Zeke, even their fingers touched now and then fleetingly. He didn't even notice it when the older boy was done and finally stepped back from the GTO.
„Hey, you can breathe again.“
Casey almost jumped. „Oh... yeah.“
Zeke eyed him curiously. „What wrong with you? Why are you afraid of me?“
„I'm not!“
„Good.“ Zeke stepped closer again; closer than necessary? „Because, you know, I'm none of the bullies. I would never do anything you don't want.“ Then he bent forward to place his lips on Casey's.
What the hell...
„Thank you for helping me out.“