Page 81 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Because it’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be with you. Like that. And if I get that? Tonight? Then it’s a gift. A Christmas miracle. And that’s more than I ever thought I’d have. Don’t ruin this by making it more than it needs to be. Don’t ruin your life or your relationship with your parents—”
“What relationship with my parents?”
Joel threw his hands in the air. “The one where they don’t hate and hurt you every damn day.”
“Like your dad does to you?”
Joel shrugged. “He can’t put his hands on me anymore at least. But he still manages to get in some abuse. His mouth is good for that.”
“You don’t have to take that.”
“I know. Believe me, I get it.” Joel shivered.
“My parents think they can tell me what to do and who to be. That’s not the life I deserve either, is it? Don’t I deserve a life I choose? One of my own design and making?”
“You’re special. You could have the entire world if you want it.”
“You say that because you love me. I know because I feel the same way about you, and I want you to have the whole world too.”
“The difference is, youcanhave it!”
“There is no difference at all because I don’t want it if you’re not with me.”
Joel scratched at his eyebrow with his thumb, obviously searching for something else to say to convince Casey that they couldn’t work.
But Casey wasn’t going to hear it. Maybe he was naïve, and maybe he was spoiled, but he didn’t really believe he’d be cut off, and even if he was…so what? They’d find a way to survive. He believed in the two of them. They were magic together.
“Can we stop fighting now?” Joel asked sullenly. He flicked the condom box with his finger. “Will you please just fuck me?”
Casey rubbed a hand over his face, calming himself. “I won’t ‘just fuck you,’ but I’ll make love with you, if that’s what you really want right now.”
“That’s what I want.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m fucking sure, Casey.” Joel snatched up the cigarettes, but Casey pried them out of his hand and tossed them onto the table. Instead, he grabbed the condoms and the lube. “Let’s go then.”
Joel kicked thedoor closed behind them, his body trembling as he clenched fistfuls of Casey’s sweater and tugged him into another heated kiss. Casey tossed the box of condoms and lube onto the bed, but Joel kept his eyes on Casey’s, diving deep into his dark, dilated pupils. Casey’s hot breath puffed against his mouth, and they kissed again. They shucked their clothes quickly, stopping only to click on the space heaters against the chill of the room.
Bruno whined outside the door, but Joel ignored it, shaking all over as Casey gripped his biceps and took another brutal kiss. Their cocks pressed against each other, hard and leaking slippery pre-come that streaked over his stomach. When Casey pressed him down onto the bed, Joel closed his eyes, moaning at the friction of their body hair over skin and the delicious slide of their bodies as they moved together, cock-to-cock, gripping and kissing and biting as they grunted and moaned.
Casey’s hand slipped down between Joel’s legs, bypassing his cock and taint to rub against his asshole. Joel clutched him closer, wrapping his arms around Casey’s neck, kissing him hard as he spread his legs wider, giving more access. Casey’s fingers were dry and his nails blunt on Joel’s tender anus, and Joel shivered as Casey stroked him there over and over until his asshole quivered and his cock flexed, pushing out a bead of pre-come.
Joel’s eyes rolled up as Casey sat back, shoved his legs up, and lowered his mouth to kiss Joel’s ball sac and the sticky head of his cock where it pulsed against his belly. Then he slipped down to lick and kiss the exquisitely enervated ring of his ass.
Joel groaned, his body shaking as he held his knees back and let Casey lick him there. He squirmed when Casey pushed his tongue inside, the sensation so good and so intense, tingling and too much all at once. He shoved one knuckle in his mouth, trying to hold back his shout as Casey worked his tongue deeper and then drew out to lick the trembling edges of his asshole.
Tears pricked his eyes again, and he couldn’t hold in a small sob when Casey gently, sweetly kissed his inner thighs and whispered, “I love you, Joel. Let me show you how much.”
Joel’s thighs shook, and his toes curled when Casey pressed a spit-slick finger inside, awkward and perfect at once, and hooked up to rub against his prostate. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. “That’s…” How did it feel so good and so different when it was someone else’s finger probing inside? His own never quite got the right angle, and Casey knew exactly what he was doing.
Joel’s knees quivered, and his hips jerked up, his cock spilling more pre-come onto his dark treasure trail as Casey kissed his taint and balls. Joel’s cock was harder than it’d ever been, an aching, needy thing that left his head swimming in lust.
Casey drew his fingers back and reached for the lube and condoms. He broke open the tube while Joel watched through wet, slit eyes. Casey slicked two fingers, then a third, and kissed Joel’s knee as he leaned in close and pressed inside up to the first knuckle. Joel gasped as his ass tightened in resistance.
“Shh,” Casey soothed, taking hold of Joel’s cock finally and stroking it gently. His own cock pressed hard and hot against his firm stomach, and Joel watched as Casey rolled his hips to get some friction on it. “Just relax. I’m going to make this good for you.”
Joel nodded and closed his eyes again. His body shook enough that he worried Casey would stop, but he didn’t. He pressed firmly, and soon he had two fingers inside, rubbing against Joel’s prostate, making him gasp and cry out, roll his hips, and release small wads of pre-come—enough that it slipped down the side of his stomach, a slick track of his need.
