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The next morning, Casey woke up feeling back to his usual self; his lungs were clear and though he still had a tickle in his throat, he�d lost the urge to cough his head off. His eyes opened slowly, their gaze set across the room at Zeke�s side. Casey smiled.

When Zeke had returned from his work-night, he was ragged but pleased. Apparently, he�d been told that Stephen was letting him off the hook, giving him an early �release� from his punishment. Not having to get up before dawn made Zeke melt onto his bed and sigh happily, which in turn made Casey happy. It was getting to the point where his emotions and feelings interweaved with the others�, even Danny�s.

They�d intended on going straight to sleep, but when the lights were turned off and a few minutes of silence followed, Casey was roused from his almost-sleeping state by a loud belch Zeke made. This caused tittering chuckles and guffaws, and an eventual two-hour late-night talk.

Not only was Zeke fluent in Spanish, but he�d actually traveled to Spain when he�d been in boarding school. It�d been before their civil war, Zeke being only fifteen years old; he told tales from where he�d traveled, mainly in the south in Seville and Granada. The most tantalizing details had to do with the beaches he�d gone to. �Out there, they don�t really care,� Zeke said after telling Casey about how he�d stripped himself entirely to lie on the sand amongst the other nudists. The idea of doing such a thing made Casey bite his lip, and his cock stiffened� never mind how his imagination had played out, thinking of every inch of Zeke�s skin under the sun and drying with saltwater and sweat.

�Say something.�

�Huh?�

�Yea--in Spanish.�

Zeke had chuckled and cleared his throat. ��Cu�ndo es?�

�What�s that?�

��What time is it?��

After he�d rolled his eyes and groaned, Casey said, �No, no, something interesting.�

�Ugh fine� um� ��Usted tiene gusto realmente de �l cuando los hombres le tocan, no hace usted? Puta dulce del ni�o peque�o.��

�What�s that mean?�

��I really like a good coffee in the morning, don�t you? I take mine with sugar and cream.��

It still wasn�t interesting enough. Casey had begged for more and more, until Zeke finally sat there and spoke for a good ten minutes in Spanish. It didn�t matter that he wasn�t bothering to translate. The romantic language as Zeke spoke it had made Casey rub his thighs together in slow slides. Every rolled syllable dripped from Zeke�s tongue and lips with a smooth cadence, leaving Casey to think of how much more beautiful it�d sound with Zeke lying on top of him, murmuring sweet, loving words as they made love.

Rules were rules, and Casey would follow them--but not in his mind. Now in the present, he lie still, watching Zeke breathe for a while before he bothered to get out of bed.

~*~

Seeing as Casey was over his sickness and able to sit with the others at breakfast, the inevitable question of �What happened, anyway?� was asked. Of course, he had a story ready, half by Zeke�s effort, the other half his own: �Otello� was good, nothing hugely special; it had ended early enough for him to enjoy a few more hours before heading home�

�Then bang, snow. I was in the middle of the park when it hit, and I didn�t think it�d get that bad,� Casey said while buttering a biscuit. Glancing to Zeke, he watched the young man sipping coffee and reading his paper with no reaction on his face. Casey smirked. �At one point, this huge gust of wind blew me into a snow bank. It knocked the wind right outta me.�

That made Zeke bite his lower lip, trying not to smirk himself.

�Well, now you�ve learned your lesson,� Henry said.

�What lesson is that?� Casey said.

�That going to the opera is dangerous.�

The other boys chuckled, but Henry was more right about that than he knew. Zeke cleared his throat and cocked an eyebrow at the boy. �Will you be going back?� he asked.

�No,� Casey quickly replied.

�Mmm, good.�

�Next time, come with us to the movies! �Everybody Sing� was great,� Danny said.

�Yea, maybe I will,� Casey said.

�So, another Friday,� James said. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat back to light a cigarette. �Last night FELT like one.�

�Oh, no kidding. Clark was more exuberant than usual,� Danny said. �He turned me into an Olympian last night, the positions he put me in��

Casey darted his eyes to James, who was struggling with peeling an orange. There wasn�t any sort of reaction to this, making Casey wonder how HE would feel, hearing someone go and on about being with Cal. Apparently, even though James was Clark�s favorite, the man went through the other boys well enough. Casey struggled to remember times when he�d seen Cal go into the fuck-parlor or private rooms with someone; he couldn�t really, yet the man had to have been upstairs in order to �rescue� Casey. He began wondering who he�d been with, feeling a pang of jealousy.

It was only fair, in the end. As Cal had already admitted, it was hard to watch Casey being with other men. It was Casey�s job and wouldn�t be held against him, of course, but it was still difficult. But the feelings were mutual, even if--as Zeke said--he needed to let go of them.

~*~

�Ooh� a new guy.�

Casey stopped sipping his vanilla-soda and looked to where Jamie nodded. Walking in past one of the many Johns, Dennis and Abe was a man Casey hadn�t seen yet; and apparently, no one else had come across. The boy needed to blink a few times.

He was completely and utterly gorgeous. Short, jet-black hair, a winning smile as he hung up his coat and rubbed his hands together briskly, wearing a casual outfit of an untucked dress shirt, plain black slacks� and good Christ, he had to be only about twenty-five, IF that. �Damn,� Casey muttered. Before he could go on and make a bet with Jamie on who could snag him first, yet another young man walked in right behind him. He, too, was beautiful, with light brown hair, a shock of it hanging over his forehead to his eyes. �Oh, dear.�

�Everyone�s looking,� Jamie said with a giggle. �There�s gonna be some serious competition.�

�Should we move in?� Casey asked him, giving him a cheeky grin.

�Let�s hurry,� Jamie replied.

Still giggling, the two of them set off towards the young men. They were quick enough to side-step Henry, who had also been fighting against the crowd to head over. Casey steeled his jaw as he saw James try for them from the other side of the room--but he almost burst out laughing when Clark appeared and took his arm, a wide, expectant smile on his face. The two men seemed oblivious to the excited boys, not even looking at any of them yet. They seemed more interested in the poker tables, where they stopped at one holding Dave and Xavier, who were in an intense round. They were allowed to join in on the next hand; Casey was just about to head over to the brown-haired one when�

Noah, the bastard--where had HE come from? Casey groaned and shot a glance to Jamie, who was right behind him. �Dibs!� Casey hissed to him the moment before he reached the dark-haired, gorgeous man. Jamie huffed as Casey turned his winning smile to the man. �Hello,� he said.

�Oh� hello,� the man replied, giving Casey a bright smile of his own.

�Playing a game?� Casey asked. The man nodded; Casey slid a hand over his shoulder, rubbing back and forth. �Is that gonna be all for tonight?�

The man�s smile grew more devious, while he wore a blush at the same time. �For now, yes; me and my brother are poker hounds, always willing to sit in on a couple hours� worth of games,� he said. �But� well, you could always help me out. Any good at poker?�

Ooh� Casey squirmed at the idea that this was a family thing. �Working boys together, hmm? How interesting,� Casey said. He looked down at the man�s lap, which he patted with his hand. Seeing the invitation, Casey slid into his lap in one smooth movement. As he settled in, he sighed. �Not THAT good, no� but does it matter?�

�Hmm, I suppose not.� The man glanced to Xavier, who was dealing cards to them all, then back to Casey. �Timothy. And you?�

�Casey� nice to meet you, Timothy.�

�Mmm, the same,� Timothy replied, picking up his cards while his other hand took Casey�s hip to hold him close.

It felt like he was on a carnival ride; Casey smiled like an idiot and looked to Noah, who smiled back, even flashing his eyes wide with excitement as he sat in his man�s lap. �Hi there,� Casey said to him. �His name is Noah� he�s deaf and can�t speak, but he�s a sweetheart.�

�I can tell,� the man replied. �Name�s Tad.�

�Well, if you want to ask Noah anything, I�ve learned sign language from him, so I can translate.�

�That�s really sweet. I suppose we scored ourselves quite the pair, Timothy,� Tad said.

�Seems so.�

The first round started and Casey lie back to survey Timothy�s cards. A pair of tens, a nine, jack and queen. �Hmm,� Casey mused. He then lifted his lips to Timothy�s ear and whispered. �Pair?�

�Mmm� taking a chance,� Timothy whispered back. He put one of the tens on the table and grinned against Casey�s cheek. �We�ll if you�re a good luck charm.�

Casey certainly hoped that an eight or king would show up; after Xavier dealt out Timothy�s card and it was lifted to the hand, he wanted to coo. ��Guess I am,� he said as a eight was revealed. Timothy cocked an eyebrow and splayed his fingers just under the hem of Casey�s sweater.

With everyone else�s hands consisting of two two-pairs and a three-of-a-kind, Timothy was able to pull the small pile of coins towards him. �Sorry, fellows� it looks as if this boy�s going to bring me some luck.�

�Maybe I should get one meself,� Xavier said, chortling. Lord, Casey could smell the man�s reeking breath from where he sat. Xavier then turned to look around then snapped his fingers to Danny, the only boy unoccupied. �Danny-boy, over here!�

Casey almost laughed out loud as the boy trudged over; Danny battled his misery to wear a smile. �Hullo, Xavier,� he said as he sat in the man�s lap.

�All right, how is this fair?� Dave said, scanning the room as well. Finding Jamie walking into the fuck-room with Clark and James, then Zeke at the bar with Abe� �Not. Fair.�

�I�ll be the wild card, sweetheart,� Danny told him. Anything to get away from Xavier�s grabby hands; one had already sneaked into Danny�s pelvic area.

Timothy lost the next hand to Xavier, who whooped with delight as he pulled in the pot. �All right, Dave�s turn!� Danny said.

�Yes, please. It looks as if a boy in your lap equals a win,� Dave replied.

As the game wore on, Casey felt warm and pleased. While the usual of foreplay and sex was always welcome, so was an easygoing time. He was made able to enjoy some fun-time instead of rushing off to the parlor or a room; Timothy was here for some regular old entertainment, his concentration on Casey being shared by the game which offered less pressure. By the time Xavier�s turn to deal came (along with his turn at poor Danny, abiding by the agreement that the dealer took the �wild card�), Timothy sighed and eyed Casey. �You�re very pretty,� he said.

�Thank you. I have to say, you and your brother are gems, as well,� Casey said in a hushed voice.

�We�ll have to see how we work together, won�t we?�

A rush of blood went straight to Casey�s groin. He took Timothy�s hand from his hip to slip it between his legs. �There�s my answer to that,� he said. Timothy took a playful squeeze, making Casey groan a little before he returned his hand to Casey�s hip.

�Eager, ain�t we?�

�We�re known for it, yes,� Casey replied, pecking a small kiss upon Timothy�s cheek. He turned back to look at the table; in doing so, he saw Cal walking through the door. He brightened, but�

Cal spotted him and smiled. He made a small wave and looked around the room; no other boys were available, so he shrugged Casey�s way and went to the bar. Casey smiled, glanced over and almost winced. There sat Zeke and Abe, and it looked as if they�d be staying there a while as they held a full glass each. Casey looked away to continue on with the game, not wanting to see if Zeke dared to glare at the man who now joined them.

~*~

�Okay, it�s official; Noah�s the lucky-boy of the night,� Tad said, squeezing the boy to him as his third pot in a row was won.

�Wanna trade?� Dave asked.

�Hey! You won� a hand,� Danny said with a pout.

�And it�s my turn. C�mere, poor thing,� Xavier said.

�Now hold on; why don�t we ALL switch places?� Dave asked the group.

�Ut-uh,� Timothy said. His hand splayed over Casey�s lower belly, showing off his possessiveness. It made Casey put his legs over the man�s lap and cock an eyebrow at Dave, who rolled his eyes.

�Well then, I�m out. James if free, anyway,� he said. �Have fun.�

Everyone watched him stand up and go over to James, who was chatting with a John. Tad turned back to Noah to give him a kiss, soft and slow on the lips. Xavier was telling Danny how pleased he was in having him all to himself, which Danny replied with faked-satisfied coos.

It was then that Cal left the pool table, where he, Dennis and Clint had been playing. Dennis looked pleased with the small stack of bills he was putting in his pocket, while Cal wore a grumpy expression. He settled his sights on Casey and walked over. �Hello, Casey,� he said.

�Cal� how are you tonight?� Casey asked.

�Eh, not so good.� Cal looked between them all. �You sure are playing a lot of poker.�

�Mmm,� Timothy hummed as he threw two cards to the table. �I think, after this hand��

Casey jerked a little when the man spread his fingers over his groin. It�d been the first time he�d dared to touch him there since the small tease at the start of the game. A satisfied groan couldn�t be helped, even with Cal�s set on Casey�s face.

�I agree,� Tad said then turned to Noah. �After this� oh, I�m sorry��

Casey lifted his hands to sign to Noah that they�d soon be leaving the game behind; Noah raised his eyebrows and ran a finger over Tad�s collarbone.

�Maybe later, we can�� Casey turned to say to Cal, but found him stalking off to the bar again. Casey took a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh. �He knows,� he thought as Xavier finally won a game with three queens. He celebrated with a sloppy kiss to Danny�s cheek, who, this time, couldn�t help a twisted frown behind the faked smile.

~*~

Casey was sure that he�d never uncross his eyes again.

�Thank you, boys,� Timothy said. Once his shirt buttons were done-up, he slid a hand up Casey�s naked leg. �I�ll be requesting you again, sweet-thing� and again and again.�

�Please do,� Casey shakily replied, unable to hide his pleasure at the idea of being in bed with the man again. He turned his head to see Noah lying next to him with a blissed-out expression on his face while his partner finished dressing.

�Here you are.� Timothy brought out four dollar bills and placed two each upon Casey and Noah�s bellies. He was sure to let his hand linger over Casey�s navel before he and Tad went over to the door. With a wink from them both, they left the room.

�Oh� my god,� Casey said. He sat up with a hearty groan and turned to Noah. �Did you see stars, or what?�

Noah chuckled loudly. �I think I exploded so hard, parts of me are splattered over Times Square.�

It was Casey�s turn to laugh, long and hard. �They�ve ruined us. Totally ruined us,� Casey replied. �Having us face each other while fucking� good god.�

�You can kiss,� Noah said, signing the last word slowly with a look of awe. Casey giggled and gave him another, making it more innocent, short and playful.

�Let�s shower and head back down. Who knows? Maybe they�ll buy another time, if everyone else is busy!�

Noah slipped from the bed and they grabbed robes to head down to the showers. They kept chatting, going on and on about all the new techniques they�d been exposed to. Casey joked about Noah�s inability to control his breathing, along with his hands, which had slapped all over the bed as he�d been rimmed by both men at the same time; Casey received his own gentle-ribbing, however. While sitting atop Timothy�s overly-impressive cock, riding him hard and fast, he�d nearly toppled off the bed and onto the floor when he�d climaxed, so he�d earned the teasing. Everyone had laughed at how Timothy had yelled, �Whoa!� and grabbed Casey�s hips to keep him upright.

Once cleaned, refreshed and dressed, the two of them made their way downstairs. Knowing that he�d left Cal behind, Casey searched the room, finding the man sitting on the couch talking to Danny. Casey smiled sheepishly and walked over.

�How was it, you dirty bastard?� Danny asked Casey the moment he saw him. Casey laughed.

�Quite all right.�

�Yea, right� don�t hold back.�

Casey had to, judging by Cal�s stoic expression. Instead of replying to Danny, he sat on the arm of the couch by Cal and stretched out upon it. �The night is young, Danny. You can always fight for a turn.�

�Hmm, �just might do that.�

�Hah, not before I take you upstairs,� Cal said; the words weren�t spoken to Casey, however, as his eyes were set on Danny. The boy didn�t seem to notice this until he looked up from sipping his wine to see Cal looking at him.

�Oh. Me?�

�Hah, yes, you, silly boy.�

Casey watched the exchange, feeling a touch of shock. Danny shot him a glance then shrugged. �Why not? First time for everything,� he said.

�I�ll go talk to Stephen,� Cal said. He placed a kiss on Danny�s hand then, without looking to Casey, walked off to the front of the parlor where Stephen stood. Casey watched him go, speechless.

�Hah. A lovely little grudge-fuck. How classy,� Danny grumbled. He stood, put his glass down on the table and turned to Casey, shaking his head. �Don�t think that I don�t know what THAT was about.�

Sniffing derisively to hide his disappointment, Casey cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. �Let �im. I�m doing my job--he doesn�t like that, he can stuff it.�

��Guess he�ll see you after he�s done with his stupid revenge, eh?� Danny said.

�Maybe.� Casey scanned the room; there were plenty of men standing around, unaccompanied. �If I ain�t busy.�

�Hah� nice attitude, boy,� Danny said, cuffing Casey�s shoulder before setting off to join Cal.

Casey tried hard to not watch them leave for their room; he chose to go to the bar for another soda instead. No matter the apathy he tried dredging up, he couldn�t deny his jealousy� no, not jealousy. Danny was indeed being used as a grudge-fuck, all to slight Casey. No, not jealousy; it was more anger than anything else, for both himself and Danny.

~*~

Sure enough, with the end of the night nigh, Casey found himself in one of the bedrooms with Cal. The door was shut behind the man and he groaned his way over to the bed. As he took off his shoes, Casey did his best to force a smile on. He needed to be professional--unaffected. �I was getting scared that I�d miss out.�

�On what?�

�On� you. Silly.�

Cal scoffed and clucked his tongue. �Sure. Sloppy-seconds are always a prize.�

Blinking furiously, Casey curled his arms over his chest. �What?�

�Nothing, never mind,� Cal replied. Casey shook his head.

�No, what? Talk to me.�

With what looked to be with great difficulty, Cal finally raised his eyes to the boy. �You can call me senseless and selfish. But right now, I don�t care. I�m used to having you first-thing, even if I know I can�t be assured that. But�� he paused to take a breath and shake his head. �Did you have to look like you were enjoying that man�s attentions so much?�

�Who, Timothy?� Casey asked.

�Whatever his name is. Poker-player. Whatever.�

�Cal�� Casey sighed and knelt before the man. His hands were then placed on the man�s thighs to rub up and down. Cal turned his eyes away but Casey continued. �It�s my job. I certainly can�t leave a man�s attentions, attentions that have been paid for to leap into another man�s--�

�He paid only a few dollars as the usual admission, then basically hogged you,� Cal interrupted him to say.

�Yes, but that�s the trick; the tease. It�s expected that a man will �peruse the wares� of the place, choose someone he likes then pay for more,� Casey said.

�Hmm, as proven.�

�Yes. Exactly.� Casey stopped speaking to stare at Cal, starting to feel disbelief at his stern face and attitude. Casey stood straight and bit his lip. �You�re guilting me. Guilting me for doing my job.�

�Unintentionally, but yes. I admit to that,� Cal said.

�And it�s unfair. Incredibly unfair, almost to the point that it�s unethical.�

�Hah, �unethical�? That word exists here?�

Disbelief turned to shock--even despair. Casey�s mouth gaped open as he searched for words, finally settling on, �If that�s� your criticism, then what are you doing here?� Casey paused again then continued, needing to say more. �It�s more than poker and pool games of course, and it�s what you come for, isn�t it? In fact, you�ve been coming here for a lot longer than before I walked in. So throwing such a word at me, as if I�m the only one who�s earned it��

�No, that isn�t it��

�Never mind all of this,� Casey spat. He began to undress in a rush, feeling shaky and out-of-sorts. �You didn�t pay for a boy to lecture you, so let�s put your money to good use.�

After a heavy sigh, Cal stood, shook his head and took Casey�s hand to stop his undressing. Casey stared at their hands and clenched his jaw as Cal kissed his forehead. �I�m sorry. But as I�ve already admitted�� Cal sighed yet again. ��It drives me crazy. It shouldn�t, but it does. I almost didn�t show up tonight, because--because all I could think of was our day together. Our real day together, and coming here to watch you with the others, doing your job as you HAVE been, have the right to do��

�You have to stop thinking about it,� Casey said. He finally lifted his face to look at Cal. �You have to. There�s no other choice.�

�Yes, actually, there is,� Cal said. Casey�s hands were released and he reached into his pocket to take out an envelope. �Here.�

�What�s this?� Casey took it; instead of paper, something stiff and small was inside.

�Open it.�

Bewildered, Casey turned to the bed and sat upon the edge. The envelope was torn open and Casey looked inside; a key sat there. Everything stopped. �What�s� this?�

�A key,� Cal replied.

�I can see that. But what IS it?�

�You can�t guess?�

Casey could, of course. He just didn�t want to voice it--there wasn�t a choice, however. �Cal� this is�� he said. Clenching his hand on the envelope, he began shaking his head. �Too much. It�s too much.�

�I want to give you a life. A real life, Casey,� Cal said. It was his turn to crouch down and take one of Casey�s knees in his hand. �What I did with Danny, shamefully enough, was because I felt hurt and betrayed, however inappropriate it was for me to feel in the first place.�

�And he knew it, Cal. That�s how obvious you--frankly both of us we�re being,� Casey replied. �I�ve had to act very cool and casual around you, because if I were to walk around with stars in my eyes when we see each other, Stephen could--fuck, he�s already suspicious. AND annoyed.�

�And what if he wasn�t around? What if it was just you and I--�

�Cal, I can�t. I can�t.�

�I�m just going to say it. All right?� Cal paused, sniffed and said, �I�ve fallen in love with you. Quite madly in love, in fact.�

The revelation smacked into Casey at top speed. �C-Cal� I--�

�And you can�t deny that you�ve felt the same way. I saw it in your beautiful-blues on Sunday� you didn�t want to leave, did you?� Cal asked.

�I�� Casey tried speaking again, but he could barely get his thoughts straight, never mind a reply. To be honest, while he�d been sad to go, he hadn�t even thought about really and truly living with the man. Perhaps a little, but not much. It was a scary idea, not just because he�d be leaving something so secure behind, in favor of taking a risk on Cal. Who was to say that they could reside together and not have issues? If Cal was bothered by Casey�s life as it was now, who was to say that they�d be able to leave it behind, never to come up again?

Cal sighed and put his hands to Casey�s face. �I don�t care if I�m being unfair. I want you, and you alone--and I want you to be MINE alone, without having to share you with others,� Cal said. �I see the way so many of them look at you; their intentions are written all over their ugly faces. I may be older than you, but someone like Xavier, lusting after young boys at his age? It�s ridiculous.�

�I�ve only been here for two weeks,� Casey finally blurted. �I can�t see� how� you can become so in love, that quickly.�

�May I ask--do you love me?� Cal asked.

�I� don�t know,� Casey replied, but he knew how he felt� sort of. �Y-Yes, in a way. A way I don�t quite understand, a way I can�t truly trust at this point. I�m smart enough to know that I�m too young to make these kinds of decisions. I�m only seventeen, eighteen next week��

�Wait, your birthday�s coming up?� Cal asked. When Casey nodded, he smiled. �Well then. What day?�

�The twenty-third. Friday.�

�Well, that�s perfect. I�ll be sure to be here.�

They were getting off the subject; as much as Casey wished it�d never come up in the first place, it needed to be addressed. �Any rate, I can�t take this,� he tentatively said. He held up the envelope. �I can�t express how much� it means to me--that you�d want to be with me, living with you� everything.�

Cal wore a blank expression for a moment before nodding. When Casey went to hand the envelope back, he took Casey�s wrist with a gentle hand and shook his head. �No. I want you to keep it,� he said. �If you can�t take me up on this offer--now--you need to know that it remains open for any time you DO want it. It will mean a lot to me, knowing that you have it� knowing that there may come a day when I go to my weekend-getaway to find you there, waiting for me.�

�All� right,� Casey said; fair enough.

�I�m not there during the week, and there�ve been many weekends I haven�t been there. But I�m spending every weekend there, now� hoping and praying that you�ll come. In fact, I�ll leave my home number by the phone there. That way, if you decide on, let�s say, a Tuesday to come to me, you�ll be able to get in touch with me.�

It was still too much, but Casey nodded anyway. �All right.�

�Good� and anyway, we�ll still have many Sundays,� Cal said with a wink.

�Oh.� Casey went wordless again, but regained his senses quicker than before in order to shake his head slower. �I, um--that may not be possible.�

�Oh� no. Why not?� Cal asked. �No one found out about it, did they? Stephen didn�t say anything to me--�

�No, no� but some of the boys were suspicious,� he said. �Especially since� well, I�d gotten into some trouble. No, not anyone finding out,� Casey quickly replied when he saw Cal�s frown deepen. The story he�d weaved for the boys would suffice. �I was stupid, and didn�t go straight home. I went for a walk in the park and the storm caught me off guard. It grew worse and worse, and I got stuck outside for a long time. I ended up coming home very, very sick from the cold.�

�Oh no� that�s terrible,� Cal said. He rose up, sat on the bed next to Casey and held him. �BLAST it. I hadn�t even thought� I should�ve given you cab fare to get you home safely.�

�It�s not your fault, Cal. I could�ve gotten back all right if I�d been smarter about the weather.�

�You�re all right now, though, right?�

Casey chuckled. �I�m working, aren�t I?�

�Hmm. Guess so,� Cal said. He now moved back to take Casey�s face in his hands and bring him into a soft, warm kiss. It was just as romantic and sweet as it usually was, but it seemed different�

Though he wasn�t planning on leaving Stephen�s anytime soon--for many reasons--if he needed a home, he had one.

~*~

All Casey could do was stare into his hands. In one sat almost three dollar in tips; it�d been a good, good night. In the other was the key. The money was put away into his bag, but the key remained in his fingers; Casey sat upon the bed and continued staring at the shiny brass object.

So many thoughts were blowing through his head like a hurricane. If he put it away and didn�t tell anyone about it, he�d be lying again. Perhaps not lying� hiding the truth, when he�d promised to be honest. He certainly couldn�t tell Stephen, but the only other ones he felt he could trust were Noah and Zeke. Noah would be disappointed and tell him to give it back, while Zeke would probably wrench it from his hand and throw it out the window. Casey clenched it in his fingers. No, he didn�t want that. It needed to go in his bag, to be kept safe. Unused, perhaps, but there.

He could hear footsteps in the hall, and knew who they belonged to. Zeke was the last one in the showers, and everyone had already retired to their bedrooms. Casey�s brain kept racing on what to do, when there was only one choice--if he wanted to keep his promise, no more secrets�

�Hey,� Zeke said as he walked in. He ruffled his damp hair and grinned. �Made a shitload tonight. Abe went to a casino, hit big and shared.�

�Aw. He�s really a nice guy,� Casey replied.

�Yea. Pathetic, but nice.�

Casey nodded and looked to his hand. While Zeke threw a pair of pajama pants on, Casey cleared his throat. �Can I tell you something?� Casey asked.

�What?� Zeke turned to him as he tightened the ties of his pants. Casey�s face must�ve looked guilty, for he quirked an eyebrow suspiciously. �What now?�

�It�s nothing bad. Well, not to me. But I know you�ll be pissy about it.�

�Something to do with Cal?� Zeke asked. At Casey�s nod, he scoffed. �Lemmee guess. He�s deluded enough to think two guys can marry. Do you have a ring to show off?�

�No. But� he gave me this.� Casey opened his clenched fist to reveal the key.

�What�s�� Zeke went to ask, but stopped once he got a good enough look. Realizing what this was about, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened. �No. He fucking did not ask you to come back Sunday.�

�He assumed that, yea--�

�And you told him �NO�, correct?�

�Zeke, listen. It�s more than that,� Casey said.

�What could be �more than that�? He�s--no.�

�Zeke��

�He asked you to live with him. Didn�t he.� Anger brimmed over in the young man�s voice; when Casey nodded, he outright growled. �You better have told him no.�

�I did. I swear to god, I did,� Casey replied.

�Then why the hell do you have the thing?�

�Because� if there comes a day when I DO want to leave, I�ll have a place to go. He�s left the invitation open,� Casey explained. He was nervous as he looked up to Zeke. �Let�s face it, Zeke. This line of work can get dangerous and unpleasant, you know that from personal experience.�

�Personal� Casey, all that shit that happened to me was at Ike�s, not here. I�ve never felt so secure in my life, staying here. You�re even more secure than I am, so what�s the fucking problem?� Zeke said. �Throw it out the window.�

�Fuck, knew you�d say that��

�DO it. You don�t need it.�

�No. Okay? I�m keeping it. Look, I wanted to be honest with you, because I told you I wouldn�t hide things like this from you. I�m not going for any more �Sunday trips�, and no, I�m not going to pack my bags and take off in the middle of the night. I promise you that, okay?� Casey said. Though Zeke still looked angry, he didn�t retort. Casey sighed. �But I�m going to keep it, as a �just in case�.�

�Did you want to say yes? I mean--really tempted, but you�re� whatever, did you?�

�A little. But� no. Not really,� Casey said. Shaking his head, he shrugged and looked back to the key. �I don�t know what it would be like, living with a lover that I�d met when I was a whore. But it IS tempting, I won�t deny that.�

�Yea, I�ll bet,� Zeke said, grumbling the words. He went to his bed and fluffed his pillows--or rather, punched. �He could give you the world with all his money and properties, whatever else. Be your �benefactor-with-bennies�.�

�Zeke, please. I�m not going anywhere.�

�But you could.�

�I won�t.�

Zeke stood straight and regarded Casey carefully. After a few moments, he held out his hand. �Give it to me.�

�Zeke, come on! It�s my--�

�I�m not gonna throw it away, okay? Jesus!� Zeke said. �But you don�t get to hold it. Maybe right now you�re not ready to pack up and leave, but you could, if you wanted to. If you decide you wanna leave and give me enough shit, I may tell you to fuck off and force you to get out myself.�

Casey cocked an eyebrow. �You wouldn�t. Shut up.�

�Give it to me.�

�What are you gonna do with it, hide it up your ass?� Casey asked. He chuckled at Zeke�s narrowing his eyes. �I�d just go in and get it. Don�t think I wouldn�t.�

�I have a lock-box that I keep in my �getaway bag�. It�s got a serious combination-lock on it, one you can�t crack to save your life. So if you whine about wanting to marry your stupid boyfriend and won�t stop until I wanna kill you, I�ll give it back,� Zeke said. �I�m just not risking you running outta here without warning.�

�But I won�t, how many times do I have to say that?�

�Casey.� Zeke said with finality. He waved his fingers in and out against his palm. Seeing that this perhaps was a relatively reasonable request, Casey relented with a nod, bent forward and placed the key in Zeke�s hand. Zeke nodded back and went to his side of the room. �Turn around and look at the wall.�

Casey rolled his eyes but followed the instruction anyway. He heard the clicking and clacking of metal, then a creak of something opening. Another metallic click, a case shutting� �You can look now.�

�Jesus. You�re impossible,� Casey said.

�I�m an entirely reasonable human being.�

�Why do you even care so much?� Casey asked. Zeke stayed blank-faced while putting his large bag back under the bed. �So what if I left? What, are you afraid of all the customers leaving with me?�

�I just don�t want you to go. That�s all,� Zeke replied in a small, gritty voice while refusing to look to Casey. He moved to lie on his bed and stuff himself under the covers. �Goodnight.�

�You�d have your own room, though. More shelf space and all the drawers to yourself--�

Casey didn�t get the chance to keep teasing, as suddenly, Zeke practically leapt out of his bed, crossed the room in two large strides and shoved Casey�s back to the bed. Shocked, Casey could only freeze up and lay there while Zeke swung a leg over Casey�s waist, knelt over his body and grabbed his face in his hand. Before Casey could react in any way, their lips were together and Zeke was kissing him hard, with fervor.

The pulse in Casey�s ears was almost deafening, but he could still hear their mouths opening and tongues moving together, Zeke�s hard puffs of breath through his nose, the creaking of the bed� Casey�s eyes fluttered closed as he sank into the pillows.

This wasn�t Timothy�s smoothness, or even Cal�s lovely, experienced lips. Never mind Dennis or anyone else that bored Casey to death, or made him feel delightfully-dirty. It wasn�t even the closet-kiss he and Zeke had shared. No--Casey was convinced that no matter how many people Zeke had kissed he had never kissed someone like this; if he had, someone would�ve kidnapped him to keep him to themselves.

Zeke turned his head to the side to go deeper, his tongue swirling over the entire inside of Casey�s mouth. Casey couldn�t help it; he closed his teeth over it, just enough to still it but not give any pain. Zeke hummed and pressed his hand harder to hold Casey�s jaw-line tight. It was lifted as Zeke hunched his back and moved his legs and hips up a few inches. This caused their groins to meet and rub together; the thin cloth of their clothing offered Casey a burst of excitement, and he couldn�t help himself from slapping his hands over Zeke�s hips to press them even closer together. Zeke�s shirt was gripped in his fists, balling the cloth; but before he could slip his hands under it to meet bare flesh, Zeke grabbed his wrists, pulled them back by his sides and held them there as they continued mouthing each other. It sent Casey squirming and moaning in jerks; he needed to touch Zeke, so, so badly. He needed to undo the tie of his pants, shove them down and make him nude, then his own clothes needed to go. They needed to sweat to the point where they slid over each other, his legs needed to be in the air� but Zeke stayed holding him down, preventing Casey from doing exactly what he wanted.

After a few moments, Zeke went still. With a slow tilt upwards, Zeke ended the kiss with a smack of their lips; he kept holding Casey�s face as he looked down at him through slits of eyes. A swallow rolled down his throat. �I just don�t want you to go,� he repeated his earlier statement in a low, monotone voice.

There was nothing Casey could do but stare as Zeke looked away, slipped off of him and walked back to his side of the room. He wanted to go with him, to demand they continue until Casey�s excruciating desire for the boy was sated through more kisses, gropes and climax. But there was something that kept him quiet and sedate, even as his body kept trembling with need.

Zeke wanted him and couldn�t have him--truly have him. But he wanted him, even if all they�d ever have was this; a shared bedroom and the memory of a secret kiss. It took some time for Casey to find sleep, and judging by the tossing and turning on the other side of the room, Zeke wasn�t having an easy time with it either.

~*~

NOTE: I used Babelfish to come up with something-Spanish. While I'm sure things get a bit mixed-up translating things there, I try!

But what Zeke said, in the bedroom...

�No, no, something interesting.�

�Ugh fine� um� ��Usted tiene gusto realmente de �l cuando los hombres le tocan, no hace usted? Puta dulce del ni�o peque�o.��

�What�s that mean?�

��I really like a good coffee in the morning, don�t you? I take mine with sugar and cream.��

Yea, right.
Real translation:

��You really like it when dirty old men touch you, don't you? Sweet little tart.��

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