Page 83 of Mr. Frosty Pants

Joel said nothing, only arched his back when Casey bent to suck and nibble his way from pec to pec, and then down to lick clean the come from his ticklish tummy. He spread his thighs as Casey went lower still, taking Joel’s limp cock into his mouth and sucking it gently. It wasn’t long before he was hard again and Casey had two fingers inside, making him crazy, making him beg for it.

Then Casey was making love to him again, until Joel didn’t know where his body ended and Casey’s began.

Chapter Twenty-Two

With Joel quiveringin his arms and the most sweetly vulnerable expression on his crookedly handsome face, Casey was consumed with gratitude. He’d never thought he could ever be this lucky—to have someone trust him so much. To haveJoeltrust him so much—with everything: his virginity, his heart, their lives. Though he still needed to convince him on that last front.

“You okay?” Casey asked, nuzzling Joel’s sweaty hair.

They’d fucked again, and Joel had reacted almost the same way as the first time: hungrily, passionately, and with tears. He hoped Joel wouldn’t get weird about that like he had the first time he’d cried. It was intense sharing intimacy with someone you loved, and if Casey were a different person, he’d probably cry too. He was honored to be the one who got to see Joel undone like that.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Joel said, his voice ragged out and gentle with exhaustion.

“Everything feel okay?”

“I said I’m fine.” He sounded too tired to be as snappish as he obviously wanted to be.

Casey snuggled in closer. “What did you think?”

“I was too busy feeling and then coming my brains out to think.” Joel yawned and twisted in Casey’s arms to face him. He kissed Casey’s chin and then shrugged. “I could do it again. I mean, if you’re up for it already.”

Casey snorted. “You’re tired.”

“That’s okay. You could do all the work. I’d just lay here and let you make me feel good.”

Casey’s heart clenched, and he whispered in Joel’s ear, “I love making you feel good.”

Joel shuddered and closed his eyes, rolling into Casey and pressing his face against Casey’s shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but he let Casey continue to hold him, so Casey took that as a good sign.

“It felt good to me too,” Casey said. “Being inside you. It was amazing.”

“I have all kinds of questions for you I shouldn’t ask,” Joel murmured against his skin. “Like who touched you first? Who got to be your first kiss? Who had the honor of teaching you to fuck like that?”

“No one that mattered. You’re the first person I’ve ever been with that I’ve loved, so… In a way, maybe I was a virgin too.”

Joel leaned away enough so that Casey could see him roll his eyes. “Was it that Theo guy?”

“No. Let’s not talk about it right now.”

Joel nodded and went back to pressing his face against Casey’s skin, rubbing his stubble against his shoulder like a cat.

“It should have been you, anyway,” Casey said. “No one else matters because it should have been you.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t. You’re thick as fuck, and if you’d tried that on me without knowing what you were doing, I’d probably never let a dick near my ass again.”

Casey laughed. “But since I did know what I was doing?”

“Like I said, I’m ready for round three when you are.”

“And like I said, you’re tired.”

“And like I said, you can do the work.”

“And like I said…” Casey couldn’t remember what he’d said. “My dick’s tired.”

Joel laughed and rolled up to a sitting position. “I have to piss.”

Casey felt cold in the damp, sweaty places where their skin had pressed together. “Don’t go outside. It’s too cold.”