Page 93 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Just open it.”
Casey pried it open and found inside a wide silver ring with aJ imprinted within a circle on the middle. “What’s this?”
“My mom’s ring,” Joel said, a tense smile on his lips. “Her dad gave it to her. It was his ring originally. His name was James, and hers was Jennifer. I’m Joel, obviously, so she put it aside for me when I was just a little kid. She rarely wore it because it was so big, but there are a few shots of her with it on her thumb when I was a baby and she was still carrying some weight from the pregnancy.”
“I can’t take this.”
“Well, I’m not asking you to keep it forever, unless it works out that way. I’m giving it to you like a promise ring. So, when you go back to New York to graduate—because you will—you can look at the ring and know I’m right here waiting. That I belong with you. Okay?” Joel’s cheeks flushed. “Or is that too big of a thing?”
“No. I love it.” Casey never knew happiness could hurt so much, but damn if his heart wasn’t being carved out by sheer joy. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto the ring finger of his left hand. It fit perfectly, which seemed to be an omen.
A good one. A freakingamazingone.
Casey flexed his hand in the light from the Christmas tree, studying the swoop of the J and the way the silver shone against his skin. “Thank you.”
“It’s okay?”
“It’s perfect. Whenever I look at my hand, I’ll think of you.”
Joel took hold of his fingers, stroking his thumb over the ring. “J for Joel’s. I’m staking my claim. For as long as you want me. If you decide to move on, you can just return the ring. I’ll live.” He didn’t sound like he’d live at all, though, with his voice vibrating so hard.
Casey laughed. “Dude, I just tried to move in with you. I don’t think you need to worry about me giving the ring back.”
“Good.”
“When did you change your mind? About us? About continuing on even if I go back to New York for school?”
Joel flushed. “I don’t know. Somewhere between overhearing your dad’s bullshit last night and walking away from my dad’s crap today, I realized that it’s too late. I’ve already gone all in with you. Fighting it just seems stupid now. And having your dick in my ass might have persuaded me, too.” Joel flushed. “I don’t know how I’m going to do without it, so…”
“Baby, you’ll never have to do without that. Never,” Casey said, tugging Joel closer. “Not so long as I’m around.”
“I…fuck, Casey, but I really want you around.”
Casey ran his hand down Joel’s chest, the metal of his new ring reflecting the Christmas tree’s lights across Joel’s pale skin. “Tell me how much.”
“So much. I…” Joel’s voice broke, but he went on. “I need you.”
Casey growled and jerked Joel into his arms. “Fuck, yes. I need you too. Let me show you.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
Joel’s cock beatwith his pulse, thudding on his quivering stomach as he tried to hold back the tears of pleasure that slipped out of his eyes. He wondered why he kept crying every time they did anything anally.
Rimming and being fucked broke him down in a way he could barely take but then craved again as soon as it was finished. It was embarrassing, but Casey’s gentle words and tender kisses made him feel okay about it, like maybe Casey took his emotional reaction as a compliment.
Casey thrust his cock in hard again, and Joel arched up, his legs shaking on Casey’s shoulders and his cock spurting pre-come onto his treasure trail, leaving a slick spot that his cockhead rubbed in with each involuntary hump of his hips.
“You’re beautiful,” Casey whispered, holding Joel’s wrists down against the mattress as he screwed him.
“You’re in so deep.”
“I’m in all the way.” He flexed so his balls slapped against Joel’s ass for emphasis. “You’ve got all of me. Do you feel me?”
“Fuck yes.” How was he supposed to feel anything else? With each drag out and hard thrust back in, Joel’s nipples pebbled and chills broke over his body. His eyes leaked more, and he moaned. Pleasure ricocheted through him, tightening his skin and making him shake like he was going to burst free from himself or maybe die if the goodness didn’t stop. But also like he’d tumble into an endless well of frustration and disappointment if it did.
“That’s good. Open up. Yeah. Like that.” Casey fucked into him harder, making his body jolt on the mattress and his cock bounce against his stomach.
