Page 46 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Whoa.” Joel clutched Casey tightly to him. “That was—whoa.”
“Yeah,” Casey agreed, and he buried his face in Joel’s sweat-damp hair, breathing in the scent of him as tears sprang to his eyes. His throat was tight, and his body thrummed again with unstinted need for more of Joel.
“You okay?” Casey finally murmured when he could count on not breaking into overwrought sobs.
“Yeah. You?” Joel asked, insecurity tainting his tone.
“Great. Amazing.” He nuzzled Joel’s neck and ear. “I want to make you come again.”
Joel huffed a laugh and motioned at his streaked, flushed body and his already hard cock. “Be my guest. I’ll just be right here trying to figure out how to get my brains back. I shot them everywhere.”
Casey flipped Joel over, and then slid down Joel’s body, kissing his nipples and his sternum, making his way south. “And I’ll just be down here showing you how it feels to have them sucked out this time.”
“Oh, fuck,” Joel breathed, his eyes wide and his legs trembling against the mattress. “Yeah. Show me all of that.”
Casey’s heart broke open with joy when he placed Joel’s salty, come-slick cock on his tongue and tasted the combination of their pleasure.
The two of them together. The way it should have always been.
Chapter Fourteen
“Ineed acigarette.”
“I thought you were trying to give up smoking,” Casey murmured, his sweaty skin still plastered to Joel’s.
The idea of not having Casey’s body against his was reason enough for him to laugh and agree. “Yeah. I am. If you want, I’ll start now.”
Easy enough to promise when he only had one cigarette left anyway and he should save it for the morning.
“I’d like that.” Casey kissed his head. “I’d like that a lot.”
Joel kissed Casey’s shoulder and didn’t remind him that he wouldn’t be here long enough to like anything, really. For now, he’d let them both pretend that anything Joel did in the future was Casey’s business and that his opinion on it mattered. Basking in the afterglow of his first orgasms with someone he loved, there was nothing he wanted to pretend more.
He heard snuffling at the door and laughed. “Bruno’s worried. He’s wondering what you’re doing to me in here.”
“He must think I’ve killed you after all that noise you made.”
Joel huffed. “You weren’t exactly quiet either.”
“True. Did you know that when you come, your eyes scrunch up and you—”
Joel flicked Casey’s arm teasingly. “Are you seriously mooning over my orgasm face?”
“I’d moon over your farts. Don’t you know that already?”
“Let’s not test that theory,” he muttered, letting Casey gather him up close again. He’d never been held in bed before, and it was…weird, but nice. Cozy, a little overly hot, but sweet. He thought he liked it, and he wished he could have the opportunity to get used to it.
“I love the way you smell,” Casey muttered, rubbing his nose in Joel’s hair. “I love the way you taste. I love everything about—”
“Shh.” Joel cut him off. “Just hold me. Don’t talk anymore. Let’s sleep now.”
His heart thundered as he considered the declaration he knew he’d forestalled. It was too much, too raw. If Casey said those words, then there was no way Joel wouldn’t hope. And if he hoped, it was going to hurt like hell when Casey left.
When this Christmas miracle was over and he went back to his regular, dreary, everyday life, he’d have a few good memories at least. That was more than he’d had before.
Even if it meant he was still, and might always be, alone.
Pale early morninglight streamed in through the open blinds of the mobile home’s windows. Casey remained as still as he possibly could, his heart in his throat. Joel slept on his side next to him with his mouth open and drool slipping down onto his pillow. His dark beard was growing in, and his tattoos, clearly visible now in the pearly dawn, stood out against his pale skin. Casey had memorized every one.
