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Casey stared out of the window of the little cottage. The world outside was covered with a thick, white blanket, and it was still snowing. „How could this happen,“ he asked. „Snowed in in March? It's almost spring.“
„Almost,“ Zeke agreed. „But late snow is not a big surprise here; I remember when I was a toddler, we were snowed in for almost a week.“
„So, why didn't you warn me?“
Zeke placed a fleeting kiss on his nose. „Because the thought of spending a weekend with you here was just too tempting. You don't regret it, do you?“
„Of course not.“ Casey tried a smile. „But you know, I must return to Herrington this evening before my parents come home. They won't be amused to hear that I spent the weekend with you.“
„Because I am such a rebel who will corrupt their golden boy,“ Zeke chuckled. „Don't you think it's about time for the truth? You can't hide it from them forever.“
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Zeke's thoughts wandered back to this morning at the school's bleachers some weeks ago. A cold morning, lots of snow, you could see your breath in the air. Not many customers around. Zeke had just decided to return to his GTO for a smoke when Casey suddenly turned up.
„Hey, what can I do for you,“ Zeke asked with a smug grin on his face. „I got some nice porn magazines last week, cheerleader bitches with big...“
„No, thanks. Not interested in this shit!“
„Hey, my stuff is the best.“
Casey stared at him with deep blue eyes. „Do you have gay porn?“
And for a moment, Zeke felt lost for words. This didn't happen often; many students approached him with strange requests. He was able to satisfy most of them. He sold the answers for the next chemistry test, cigarettes, roses, chocolates, faked ID cards, and of course, his scat. Only crushed coffee pills, filled into pens, but these dumbheads at school were willing to pay a shitload of money for these 'drugs.'
Sometimes a student, often a junior, sneaked onto the bleachers with a red face, and Zeke already knew what he would be asking for. Porn. Magazines or movies, usually they didn't care, as long as the girls were hot and the tits big.
But gay porn?! Zeke suspected that some of his best customers only bought the magazines to cover their true interests. But no one had ever dared to ask openly for this kind of stuff. Everyone knew, only the tiniest rumor at school would turn the world around. Casey was a geek, teased and bullied almost daily, but a coming out would be like a death sentence.
„So, can you help me?“ Casey looked defiantly. „Gay porn, and not the lame stuff.“
„Shh.“ Probably Zeke was still in shock when to his own surprise, he answered: “Not at school! Come to me this afternoon, Sunset Avenue 20. You will find me in the garage.“
When Casey only nodded shortly and turned around to leave the bleachers, Zeke was sure that he finally realized what he had done; from now on, he would be at Zeke's mercy for good and evil. Thoughtfully he watched him walking over to the school building and shook his head. No, he was not like that; Casey's secret would be safe forever. But for a fleetingly moment, he couldn't help it to think how it would feel to kiss him.
He did find out soon enough. Casey did show up at his house right after school, and it was the beginning of something Zeke had never hoped for. He had always been a lonely wolf, flirting with the girls at school because everyone expected him to do that. When he wanted more, he went to the clubs in Akron or Columbus – anonymous one-night stands without obligation. He had never been ready to let someone deeper into his life, only trusted his own instincts.
Until Casey stepped into his life.
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„Hey, mom!“
Torn out of his thoughts, Zeke looked up. Casey was still standing at the window, the cellphone in his hand. „Oh, yes, I understand.“
Silence for a moment while he listened. Then he laughed. „No, there is no need to worry; I am fine. Please, don't ask Mrs. Miller to come over; this makes me feel like a toddler. But I will go to college next year, remember?“
His eyes met Zekes, sparkling hilariously. „Yes, mom, I promise to call her when I need help. Love you, mom, see you then!“
He finished the call, and his smile turned into a sappy grin. „That was my mom,“ he said.
„I thought that much. What's happened?“
„Their flight is canceled. Seems as if the airport is shot down because of the snow, and it's not very likely that they can come home before next Wednesday.“
„Wednesday, huh?“ Zeke got up, stepping behind Casey. „Damned snow!“
„I love the snow.“ Casey let his eyes wander over the winter wonderland outside, then he leaned back at Zeke's chest. „Gives us two more days of freedom and hot sex.“