Casey examines his wounds in the mirror. He’d have stayed to finish the job except he’s got priorities. He’s not letting the geek fall into the wrong hands and, besides, the kid looks like he’d enjoy getting into Sarah’s hands a little too much. Casey smiles thinking back to the fight and that skimpy little uniform the bitch was wearing. He could go there. He could go there right now. Adjusting the lie of his cock, he contemplates those black panties then remembers priorities and starts up the engine.
The kid falls for his trap like the moron he so obviously is.
“Pull over,” Casey barks into his cell.
“Well, I can’t pull over; I have a home install at-“
“142 Euclid? Guess who called that in?”
“Oh my God, it was you. You killed the doctor, now you’re here to kill me.”
What the hell? Casey grips the steering wheel like he’s about to throttle it.
The call disconnects and Chuck’s off, wheel spinning ‘round the corner in his nerd-mobile like a frightened rabbit. Casey curses Sarah, not for the first time today, and drives the kid down.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Chuck shouting at him is a shock to the system, sets his heart thumping from surprise, whereas the blast from the incinerator is too routine for him to notice. Kind of funny if you bother thinking about it, but what isn’t funny is the geek driving off and leaving him there in the middle of the road with his only means of transport up in smoke.
Gate crashing the dinner party, Casey gets the kid up against the wall in the bedroom and starts explaining a few home truths about Sarah. While he’s doing this, Chuck is looking at him with those brown eyes and, well, Casey’s learned over the years that to win, you have to be the best at everything.
He keeps a tight hold of that bunched up shirt and leans in, his mouth brushing over Chuck’s, gently at first then harder as the kid jerks slightly and then responds. Hell, he was already worked up from fighting with Sarah and now this? He’d fuck him if there wasn’t a whole nerd family and one vicious bitch separated from them by a piece of wood.
Now Casey’s got a piece of wood in his pants that’s wanting to do some separating of its own and leaving here’s gonna get embarrassing unless he can calm things down… or speed things up.
He lets go of the shirt and inches his hand down between them, rubbing his palm over the bulge in Chuck’s crotch then gripping hold of that dick until the kid whimpers and rocks against him.
“No more private meetings with Sarah,” Casey murmurs, his teeth making contact with the skin on Chuck’s neck.
“No. No. Not gonna. No. Gonna keep away from her now. Keep well away.”
The nerd babble is annoying. Casey’s looking forward to shutting Chuck
up.
DONE