Page 63 of Mr. Frosty Pants
Joel gripped Casey’s butt, reveling in the fleshy mound of it as they kissed and licked and bit. He moaned as Casey sucked a kiss into his neck hard enough to leave a mark later. Squeezing his eyes closed, he breathed in the scent of Casey’s skin and licked the sweat on Casey’s shoulders.
“You’re perfect,” Casey grunted in his ear. “Squirmy and hot. So fucking eager… Jesus, Joel, you’re just—”
“Shut up. Suck my dick.”
Casey laughed, kissing Joel’s breath away, and he moved slowly down, pressing wet, shivery kisses along Joel’s chest and neck and teasing his nipples, which made Joel bark with laughter until he pushed Casey’s head down closer to where he wanted it.
Casey resisted, slowing down, licking along Joel’s dark treasure trail and kissing the soft part of his belly before sliding his hands beneath Joel’s knees, shoving them back and smiling filthily.
“I bet I know something you’ll like,” Casey whispered. “Close your eyes.”
Joel stared at him, heart pounding, cock thudding, and pre-come pooling on his stomach. Nervous saliva filled his mouth, but he swallowed it down, closing his eyes on Casey’s shining face and the glittering tree beside them. In the darkness behind his lids, he could see his pulse beat in colors firing rhythmically in the darkness.
“Shh, just relax,” Casey murmured, his breath caressing the inside of Joel’s thighs.
Joel knew what was coming. He’d seen porn. And yet when he felt the heat of Casey’s breath against his butt cheeks, he squirmed and covered his face with his hands.
“Oh, fuck, Casey,” he whispered. “You can’t. That’s…oh, Jesus.”
Casey murmured reassurances and then licked a slick, hot stripe from one butt cheek to the other. Joel groaned as Casey spread him wide. “Look. You’re perfect here too.”
Joel felt tears push up behind his lids, and he pressed his hands even tighter over his face. His heart beat hard in his throat. A cry of fear and desire, of need and old hurt he couldn’t even understand, began to slip from his mouth in a slow keening.
Casey’s tongue was gentle on his asshole, and Joel quivered all over as Casey kissed him there again and again, with too-good teases that surpassed the ticklish bliss Casey’s tongue had demonstrated on the roof of Joel’s mouth. Joel spread his legs slightly, inviting Casey deeper, squirming and tensing, his hips moving in a seeking rhythm he couldn’t stop. The sensation bore into him, body and soul, tearing open something inside that left him begging and shameless even as he broke. Tears of pleasure and fear slipped out and tracked down his cheeks.
Casey didn’t stop, though he hummed soothing sounds that trembled inside Joel through the sweet instrument of his questing tongue. Joel’s cock convulsed, spilling pre-come, and he circled his hips in a vain attempt to find a less overwhelming position.
“It’s too—oh fuck!” He whimpered, lifting his hips greedily as Casey swathed his hole with broad sweeps and then went back to painting delicate designs over his spasming anus.
Clenching one fist in Casey’s hair to keep him in place and holding his other hand fast over his own sweaty, tear-wet face, Joel let go of the last of his pride. Shaking harder than he could ever remember, Casey’s tongue on his asshole became the center of his world. He whispered desperately, “Need to come. Please, help me come.”
Casey took Joel’s cock and stroked it feverishly as he shoved his tongue deep into Joel’s ass.
“Oh, fuck!” Joel cried, his body clenching all over. He roared with pleasure. Come spewed from his cock and spattered his chest and stomach. He whimpered and moaned, his heart thundering as Casey milked every spasm out of him before bending low to lick and kiss his hole gently again.
“Stop,” he choked out, tugging on Casey’s hair. “Too much now. Stop.”
Casey climbed up his body and peeled Joel’s fingers away from where he still hid his face. “Oh, Joel,” he murmured, his eyes soft with adoration that Joel couldn’t pretend he didn’t see. “Oh, baby.”
Casey kissed him, and Joel cried quietly as Casey gently caressed his mouth with his tongue and lips. His heart broke open, a shattering that splintered through him. Shards of hope and fear pierced him and made him cry harder.
Casey was there, holding him, whispering in his ear. “Are you okay? What can I do?”
Joel clung to him, words gone, unable to translate his vulnerability into vowels and consonants. “Hold me tighter,” he finally got out.
Casey did just that, squeezing him tight enough that they both fit side by side on Joel’s couch. Staring at the Christmas tree, watching the lights sparkle in the dark room, he leaked tears as the moon ripened in the sky out the window. Slowly, he came back to himself.
Casey’s lips pressed gentle, undemanding kisses against his shoulders, holding Joel tight in uncompromising arms. The sound of Bruno coming back in through the dog door broke the spell, and Joel sat up, his limbs still trembling, to grab his shirt from the floor. He wiped away the mess of come drying against his skin.
“Hey,” Casey said from behind him. His voice was so gentle that Joel felt it like a caress down his back. “You all right?”
“I’m fine,” Joel snapped. Shame gurgled in the pit of his stomach, and he stood without looking at Casey. God, he’d cried like a little kid. “I’m going to wash off.”
Bruno came around the corner warily, and he eyed them like they’d been doing something he didn’t approve of. Casey huffed a laugh. “Your dog thinks I was murdering you.”
“Yeah. Maybe you were.”
Casey rose from the sofa. “Joel, wait. Let’s talk.”
