Page 44 of Mr. Frosty Pants
Joel laughed, taking another drink of cola to steady himself, but the caffeine just made his heart race even more. “After what? You left and went on with your life like a normal person?” He shook his head. “I was wrong last night to say the things I did.”
“You? Wrong?” Casey teased.
“Yeah. Enjoy this rare admission. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. You took me by surprise and…” He wasn’t going to admit how much seeing Casey again had scared him.
“I’m glad you gave me another chance this morning. Lunch today and this date tonight have been amazing.”
“They have.” Joel zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets. Everything inside him wrestled with what he said next. “Let’s go now. I’m curious how the rest of tonight is going to be.” He steadied himself, gathered his courage, and whispered, “I want you to show me.”
Bruno was thrilledto see them again, but Joel didn’t give him time to pull Casey’s attention away. He dragged Casey back toward his bedroom, heart thumping and cock ragingly hard, and shut the door in his dog’s face. Then he locked it, more to keep himself from running out than to keep Bruno from finding a way in.
Joel leaned back against the wood panel, doorknob digging into his back, heart pounding so hard he felt dizzy, and found Casey staring down at his unmade bed. The blue comforter was tossed half-on and half-off, and the sheets were a wrinkled mess. At least he’d broken Bruno of sleeping on his bed when he was gone, so there was no dog hair to contend with.
“Sorry. I didn’t expect company.” He bustled over, his dick softening, to smooth the sheets and tug the comforter into place.
“Don’t apologize,” Casey said gently, grabbing hold of his hands. “And leave it. Why does it matter?”
“Yeah. Okay.” Joel tugged his hands free to rub his sweaty palms against his jeans. He’d tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa when they came in, and now he didn’t know where to start. Did he just take his clothes off? Or…what?
“Come here,” Casey whispered, pulling him close, and Joel’s knees went weak as Casey wrapped his arms around him. “Just let me hold you. We don’t have to do anything.”
“Oh, hell no,” Joel murmured, pressing his face against Casey’s soft shirt and breathing in his scent. “We’re doing something.”
“Okay. Well, you don’t have to twist my arm. But let’s just see what happens.”
“Do you have a condom?” Joel murmured.
“We don’t need a condom.”
“Uh, yeah we do.”
Casey chuckled gently. “Because we’re not having sex like that. Not tonight.”
“No?”
“No.”
“But I—”
“Hey. Let me just hold you. Don’t be in a hurry. We’ve got time.”
Didthey have time? And why didn’t Casey want to do that kind of sex with him? Was there something he needed to know? It looked really straightforward in porn. But maybe he should ask Becca. She knew stuff no lesbian had a right to know about men’s bodies, and he never understood where she got the information. Maybe from her gay hairdresser friends? He should probably have more gay friends too. That kind of advice would be invaluable right about now.
Casey squeezed him closer. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you like this. For me, this is enough for tonight.”
Joel frowned, rubbing his cheek on Casey’s shirt again and trying to piece through the shards of emotions piercing him. Joy and arousal, but also disappointment. If not now, then when? Casey said they had time, but what did that mean? He was leaving for New York again soon. This was a fling. Joel’s one shot to lose his virginity with his first love, and he didn’t want to waste it. But it’s not like he could make Casey take him like that either.
Or make Casey accepthimlike that.
Funny, Joel had always assumed he’d be the one on the bottom, but maybe that’s not how Casey liked things. Maybe he liked to be the one getting plowed. God, Joel had no idea how to do that without hurting him. Porn usually skipped from blowjobs to penetration, with maybe a little rimming for prep. That couldn’t be enough, could it? And how would he know what Casey liked? Did he ask? Or was he supposed to just be able to tell?
“Shh, turn that brain off. I can feel you thinking too hard.”
Joel leaned back enough to get a good look at Casey’s face, the sweetness of his amber eyes, and his mouth, curving into a tender, delicious smile.
“Iwantto do that with you, though,” Joel whispered. “Anal, I mean. If you want it too. And if you have a condom. I’d do it either way—top or bottom. Whatever you prefer.”
Casey shook his head and leaned closer, breathing against Joel’s lips. “Stop talking about fucking and just kiss me.”
