On a beautiful spring day Delilah dumped him, Zeke quit the team, and they found themselves sitting outside on the bleachers. They hadn't talked much since The Incident; a pretty nonsensical term for aliens taking over your school, but hey. He watched Zeke (actually) date a cheerleader, Stan and Stokely in domestic bliss, and himself with Delilah, something he always wanted, only to learn the fantasy was better than the reality, to find he was actually relieved when she broke it off today.

Zeke is leaning back, arm behind his head, smoking. He watches him; the slow drag of smoke against his lips, the way they wrap around the cig, and then gently slide away. He wants that mouth around his dick, wants it working the head, sucking, licking; sliding down instead of sliding away. He's wanted it for months. He wonders if this fantasy would be better too. Wonders what it'd be like to finally take, rather than be taken. When he leans over, the smoke brushing his lips, Zeke kisses back like he'd been expecting it all along. Their mouths fit together; tongues tease, taste, devour. He moans and pushes Zeke back a little, trying to climb into his lap, and Zeke lets him, lets him take over; Little Casey Conner. And he takes, takes that mouth; claims it. Zeke breaks away, breathing hard, eyes wide, and grins.

And after five minutes, he already knows the reality is better.

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