Page 84 of Mr. Frosty Pants
Joel dragged himself free of the tangled blankets and shuffled toward the door. “I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”
The sound of Bruno heaving himself out of his dog bed reached him along with Joel’s gentle tones as he spoke quietly to him, and then the splash of Joel’s piss in the toilet. Casey rolled onto his back, his skin and bones alive with joy, and tried to wait patiently. As the sound of Joel washing his hands drifted into the room, Casey’s cock thickened, and he touched it with the palm of his hand, stroking it lightly.
When Joel returned, careful to shut the door on Bruno again, he paused in the doorway, watching Casey stroke himself. He whispered, “I’m going to be honest right now, and that’s not something I always do easily or well.”
“Okay.” Casey’s heart clenched, but his cock stayed firm.
“I’m scared to let you fuck me with that thing again, but, also, if you don’t I’ll be pretty pissed off too.”
“Come here,” Casey whispered. “Ride me this time.”
Joel swallowed hard and approached with wide eyes and his mouth slack. He watched as Casey rolled another condom on and applied the lube, and then he crawled up Casey’s body, thighs shaking, and let Casey guide him onto his cock.
He threw his head back as the tightness of his anus gave way to the determination of Casey’s thrust up, and he rested his hands in the middle of Casey’s chest as he slid down, slow and hot, until his asshole had taken every inch of Casey one more time.
“Fuck,” he moaned again, just like the first time.
Casey rubbed Joel’s thighs and took hold of his burgeoning cock, stroking him to full hardness. Joel tipped his chin forward and gazed down at Casey with his dark-brown eyes, and then he moved, lifting and falling slowly until he finally dropped down to clench Casey’s biceps and started riding him hard.
Casey gritted his teeth and let Joel take him deep again and again, harder and harder until he groaned and came again. Joel moaned, collapsing on Casey’s chest and sliding off his spent cock. Joel hadn’t come again, but when Casey made a move to jerk him off, he batted his hand away. “You’re right,” he whispered. “I’m too tired.”
After disposing of the third condom, Casey curled up behind Joel, making him the little spoon. “Well?” he asked again. “You still okay?”
“I’m great.” He reached behind to take Casey’s jaw in his palm. “Don’t worry so much. I liked it.”
“If you ever want to try it the other way, I’m willing to do that,” Casey said.
Joel shrugged. “Maybe. I like it this way.”
“Me too.” Being the guy who got to see Joel Vreeland fall apart on his cock? Yeah, he liked that plenty.
“Tomorrow is Christmas,” Casey murmured.
“Yeah.” Joel shifted in Casey’s arms, questions in his eyes.
“There’s supposed to be a Christmas morning breakfast with Aunt Courtney. Then we were supposed to open presents, and, after that, Mom was going to start on thawing out the Christmas dinner Heather prepared last week.”
Joel’s eyes held his, but he said nothing.
“I guess they’ll do all that without me.”
“You can go home, Casey. You don’t owe me more than tonight.”
“I don’t think I’m welcome there, and even if I was…” He trailed off, not sure if Joel wanted to hear what he had to say about it.
“It’s your family. Of course you’re welcome there.”
“But I don’t want to be.” Especially if Joel wasn’t welcome, if he couldn’t bring Joel with him and have everyone be happy about it. “I can’t go there like nothing happened.”
“It’s late,” Joel finally said, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. “Why not wait to see what the morning brings?”
Sleep hovered around him, and Casey knew they should talk more, nail something down, either about their relationship or about Casey’s parents, but he also knew it wasn’t going to happen tonight. He pulled Joel close, let his eyes slide shut, and when he woke to a clear, bright Christmas morning, he was beyond grateful to find Joel still in his arms.
“Merry Christmas,” Caseysaid, kissing Joel’s cheek. His hair was wet from the shower, and he smelled fresh as he gathered Joel in a hug from behind.
“I’m trying to cook here,” Joel muttered, but he tilted his head to the side so that Casey could kiss the crook of his neck.
When Casey released him, Joel quickly flipped the strips of bacon he was frying in a too-small frying pan. He’d bought the bacon at the gas station on his credit card when he’d picked up the condoms and cigarettes, to go along with the carton of eggs Casey had purchased before. He smiled as Casey greeted Bruno and plopped down at the small kitchen table with the half-eaten box of doughnuts he’d brought yesterday.
