by Leta Blake
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.
“Have you done this to yourself?” Casey whispered.
Joel nodded.
“Used toys?”
Joel shook his head. He’d always meant to get a dildo, but money was tight, and the good ones were ridiculously expensive. He’d made do with his fingers, and he’d worked up to four inside himself before. Though that had hurt.
“I’m going to open you up wide for me,” Casey said, his voice gruff. He massaged Joel’s leg with his free hand. He pushed the third finger in, and Joel hissed low and hard, the sting harsh enough to make him go tense. “Breathe for me. That’s it.”
Joel grunted, reaching down between his thighs to feel where Casey’s fingers went into him. He held onto Casey’s wrist, keeping him steady, and when he could breathe without tension, he let go. He writhed on Casey’s fingers as he started to move them inside, hitting his prostate, massaging him open, pressing against his inner walls and stretching his anus as he finger-fucked him confidently.
“That’s it,” Casey whispered. “Fuck, I’m going to come just watching you like this.”
Joel forced his eyes open, gazing up at Casey, who stared at him with a flushed, wild-eyed expression and a wet, open mouth. His cock responded to that beautiful sight, and his balls drew up tight. Casey pushed forward on his knees, shoving his fingers deeper, and took Joel’s mouth with a hungry kiss.
Joel squirmed on his fingers as their tongues slid together, and the overwhelming sensations from his mouth and full ass left him undone, lost on emotion and pleasure-pain until Casey withdrew his fingers and sat back on his heels, staring down at him needily.
“Ready?” Casey asked, reaching for the box of condoms.
Joel nodded, his heart thudding in his throat, his legs shaking worse than they had when they’d first started. He watched as Casey rolled the condom onto his red, thick cockhead, and then slicked it with liberal amounts of lube.
“This might hurt, but just breathe and it’ll get better,” Casey murmured, lining his cock up between Joel’s ass cheeks and pressing the head against Joel’s slick, tingling hole.
Joel nodded, words so far beyond him now that he didn’t bother to try. Casey’s gaze captured his own. He held it as long as he could, until the intensity of penetration took his breath away, and his eyes rolled back, his breath escaping him in a cry of pain and pleasure, a shocked gasp that pierced the bubble around them.
“Fuck!” Joel shouted, his body quaking, his asshole spasming hard around the intrusion.
Casey gripped Joel’s thighs and shoved his legs up higher. He backed out a little, and when Joel had caught his breath, he pushed back in. Slower, harder, and thick as fuck, until Joel was thoroughly taken over, penetrated deeply, the root of Casey’s cock all the way inside and his pubic hair pressed flush against Joel’s ass.
“You feel so good,” Casey moaned, dropping carefully onto Joel, keeping his legs spread wide by hooking them under the knees with his elbows. “So hot inside. So tight.”
Joel felt hot tears leak from his eyes, but he couldn’t be ashamed of them, not when he was convulsing with pleasure and need. His asshole gripped and released Casey’s cock in a rhythm he couldn’t control, and his hips jerked in small circles, wanting more and less at once—wanting everything, wanting to come and scream and get fucked like an animal. Wanting Casey to make love to him. Slowly. Quickly. Whatever it took.
“Just move.”
Casey laughed against his mouth, kissing his joy into Joel, and he swallowed it down as they finally moved together. Casey was gentle, and Joel was grateful because when he moved, everything got good and scary all at once, the pleasure so intense and the stretch so big that he couldn’t do anything but hold on and feel.
He buried his face in Casey’s neck, breathing in his sweet scent, crying out against his skin and taking Casey’s thrusts hungrily while tears spilled out of him uncontrollably. Tears of joy, tears of need, and tears he didn’t understand the source of.
“Love you,” Casey murmured, taking his time, moving his hips at a strong, steady pace and making Joel feel like he was going to break open under his patience and affection. He released Joel’s legs and wrapped his arms around Joel’s body. Joel’s aching cock rubbed between Casey’s stomach and his own, a hot, sweat-slick tunnel that left him on the verge of coming, but not close enough.
Casey kissed his shoulders and neck, murmuring love constantly, and Joel wrapped his legs around Casey’s waist, holding him inside, making his thrusts shorter, sharper, and tighter. His asshole burned and spasmed, his body opening more with each plunge of Casey’s thick cock, which jammed against his prostate with nearly every thrust.
He felt like his was going to break apart, his emotions and body joined together in an ecstatic understanding of sex and love and fucking, of need and want and pleasure. Of being loved, and of feeling that love in his body, in his soul, and giving himself entirely in return. Trusting that he wouldn’t be hurt. Not right now, and not with this.
Joel reached between their bodies, taking hold of his cock, and he jerked himself as Casey moved inside him. They kissed again, and Joel’s blood pulsed in his veins wildly as he rushed up into orgasm, gripped by it hard and suddenly.
Agony-pleasure roared through him, and he cried out, gripping Casey close with his free arm and squeezing him into his body with his legs. His asshole gripped painfully as he came, and came again, the fat wads of come splattering hot heat between them.
Casey shook in his arms and then whimpered before he convulsed, shouting and moaning with pleasure. As Joel rode out the remnants of his own shaking orgasm, he felt Casey’s cock expand in his ass and the pulse of his dick as he came too. Veins stuck out on Casey’s flexed neck as he was wrac
ked with pleasure. He collapsed on top of Joel, quivering in his arms, sweaty and gasping, for several long, unreal, beautiful minutes.
“I love you,” Joel whispered when his voice worked again.
“I love you, too,” Casey answered, his smile evident in his tone, even though his face was pressed to the pillow beside Joel’s head.
The disengagement of Casey’s body from Joel’s was weird, and when he had pulled free, Joel wanted him back in. But Casey was softening, and the condom needed to be disposed of, so Joel lay back and played with the come that was drying on his chest and stomach while Casey took care of the necessities. His asshole felt tender and stretched, and he clenched it gently, as he brought the come up to his nipples, outlining them with the slippery remainder of his climax.
Casey’s eyebrows went up, and a smile lifted his lips. “You’re so hot,” he whispered, dropping back onto the bed and scooping more of Joel’s come up, helping to smear it on his nipples.
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 quivering in 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 have Joel trust 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.”
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,” Casey said, 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.
Glancing over his shoulder, Joel’s heart raced. Casey looked delicious in his boxers and nothing else. There was even a red mark on Casey’s shoulder that Joel had put there himself, and there was a strange puff of pride inside whenever he looked at it.
Joel had put on his jeans and T-shirt after showering while Casey slept in. He felt stronger somehow in his clothes while Casey lounged in his underwear. He raised his brow pointedly as Casey took a doughnut out of the box and chomped a giant bite from it. Powdered sugar floated around his mouth, coating his beautiful lips.
