Page 104 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Right, I remember.”
“My lab results were good.”
Casey nodded.
“And you got a physical before you left NYU. There’s no reason to think any of those results would have changed.”
Casey’s eyes lit on fire, understanding dawning. “That was months ago, but no. I’ve only been with you since last year.”
“And I’ve only been with you ever.”
“I know.”
Joel swallowed hard. “We don’t need condoms, do we?”
“No. We haven’t ever needed them, really. I just wanted you to feel safe.”
“I feel safe with you, Casey.” Joel’s lips trembled slightly as he whispered, “I believe in you. In us. Forever.”
Casey’s stomach somersaulted. “What convinced you for sure?”
“I don’t know. All of it. You keeping your promises when you were at NYU. Then moving in here instead of going to Wharton. Making my dreams come true by marketing my books. Turning Vreeland’s around. Helping me save enough to start building the log cabin—”
“We’ll be in it by next Christmas.”
“Telling me you love me. Showing me.”
“Fucking you.”
“Yes.”
Casey nuzzled Joel’s neck. “Baby, I love you so much.”
“I know you do. And I believe it,” Joel whispered, sitting up to straddle Casey’s hips. “I shouldn’t have ever doubted you.”
“You had a lot of good reasons to doubt me. Like almost four years of reasons.”
“Well, don’t remind me of them!” Joel exclaimed, laughing. He leaned down and kissed Casey, rough and playful, demanding and still hiccupping with joy. “Fuck me instead. Just fill me up. Make me come my brains out.”
“Such a dirty mouth you have,” Casey muttered. “But don’t worry. I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming and shooting all over me.”
Bruno huffed like he could understand what they were saying, got up, and stalked into the kitchen to collapse on his bed there.
“Bruno doesn’t appreciate your dirty talk,” Casey said. “He’s appalled.”
“Let him be appalled. Just get your dick up my ass.”
“You’re always such a sweet talker, baby.” He ground his hips up, pushing his erection into Joel’s jeans-clad buttocks. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Ten minutes later, Joel shook and sobbed as Casey licked his hole. He’d never stopped dissolving into tears when he was rimmed, and Casey liked having the power to strip Joel down to raw emotion. He loved that he was the only one who ever had.
Entering him bare was bliss. His entire body sang with the joy of being united with Joel, skin to skin, and nothing between them. The heat and lust escalated with each thrust. Flipping so that he was on top again, Joel rode Casey hard, the colored lights of the Christmas tree glinting on his sweaty, pale skin and in his dark hair. He was healthier than when Casey had found him again a year before—stronger and meatier, with a little bit of jiggle to the flesh over his strong stomach speaking to the increase in fortune and good meals. It was beautiful to see.
Casey squeezed Joel’s hips and held him down hard, shoving up at the same time until he was deep in Joel’s hot, squirming body. He slid his hand up Joel’s stomach and chest, over the dark hair, and tugged him down by the back of the neck for a kiss.
Joel whimpered at the change of angle and stiffened against him, hot come shooting over Casey’s stomach as his hole squeezed Casey’s dick so tightly that he gasped into Joel’s mouth. He convulsed beneath Joel and came hard too, his come spurting into Joel’s body and his cries of pleasure echoing around the living room.
Panting in the aftermath, come slick between them and the scent of sex rising, Casey held Joel close. The golden tin star he’d bought as a gift the year before shone on top of the tree, and he gazed up at it, sated and happy, stroking Joel’s hair and shivering in the aftermath of shared joy.
