by Nell Iris
Ellis bent down and kissed Casey. It was fierce and hard and wet, just the way Ellis liked it. He moaned as Casey’s tongue entered his mouth, and he caught it between his lips and sucked. Casey growled, threw his arms and legs around Ellis, and rolled them. Ellis blinked as he found himself on his back with Casey on top, loving the feeling of Casey’s lean body pressed against his own muscled one.
Casey burrowed his face in Ellis’s neck as he lifted his hips enough to be able to squeeze his hand between them. He fumbled with their pants, but Ellis was too keyed up to help. Instead, he leaned his head to the side, giving Casey better access to his neck, and he didn’t disappoint. He licked and sucked and nibbled as Ellis’s breathing grew louder and more ragged. Before long they were naked and Casey straddled him, pulling his mouth away.
“Nooo,” Ellis protested.
“What do you want?” Casey panted and aligned his dick with Ellis’s, dragging it slowly up and down, making goose bumps rise all over Ellis’s body.
“I want your dick,” he said and grabbed the back of Casey’s neck with a rough hand and tried to pull him down for another kiss, but Casey resisted.
“Be more specific,” Casey demanded and grabbed both their cocks in one hand, circling their shafts with long, strong fingers, and just held them. Ellis tried to move his hips, seeking friction, but Casey stilled him with his other hand.
“Uh-uh.”
“Please,” Ellis whined, but when Casey’s hold turned into a light squeeze, it loosened his tongue. “In my ass. I want your dick in my ass.”
“Good boy.”
Casey rewarded him with a quick kiss, let go of their dicks, and climbed off Ellis. He nudged Ellis’s legs wider apart and settled between them, before licking the tip of his finger and painting Ellis’s dick with his saliva.
“Look at you, so eager and hard.” Casey’s voice rumbled in his chest, and Ellis thought he could feel the vibrations through the finger on his dick. “So pretty. Practically begging for my mouth.”
Casey wet his finger again and circled it around the purple mushroom head, rubbing lightly on the underside where he knew Ellis was extra sensitive.
“You look like you’re about to burst.”
Ellis shivered. He loved listening to Casey talking dirty, especially since he hardly could say “penis” without blushing if they weren’t naked together. But as soon as the clothes came off, Casey became different. Like a wild animal. An animal with a filthy mouth who loved taking control and bossing Ellis around.
A tap on his hole brought Ellis abruptly out of his head, and he focused on what Casey was doing. His mouth was teasingly close to Ellis’s dick, his breath warm against the swollen glans, and Ellis really wanted him to take it in his mouth but knew better than to beg. Another tap to his hole caused his dick to spew out a big blob of precum. Casey inhaled loudly and closed his eyes, with a look of contentment on his face, like Ellis’s essence smelled better than freshly cut grass.
Casey darted out his tongue and lapped up the clear fluid, and intense pleasure spread through Ellis’s entire body, starting at his dick, radiating outward. He shivered and lifted his pelvis, silently begging for more. Another lick made him clench his ass and struggle to not thrust blindly and demand to be let into Casey’s mouth. He loved it when Casey was in charge, but he could be a frustrating tease.
A hard press against Ellis’s hole made it impossible for him to keep his mouth shut.
“Aaah, you’re drivin’ me crazy. Put your friggin’ cock in me, and put me out of my misery.” He yelled as Casey’s unlubed finger breached his muscle at the same time his warm mouth enveloped Ellis’s cock. He fisted the covers to stop himself from grabbing a handful of red hair, tensing every muscle in his body in an attempt to keep from coming too soon.
After sucking intensely for a few seconds, Casey let go of Ellis’s cock with a loud slurping sound and started licking his way down the shaft. His agile tongue fluttered quickly over full, aching balls, but didn’t linger. Casey didn’t stop until his mouth was by Ellis’s hole.
Casey pushed his thin finger farther into Ellis’s hole as he circled it with his tongue. “Mmm, I love it when you’re all sweaty after work.” The words were garbled, and Ellis had to strain his ears to decipher them. “Salty.”
A second finger joined the first, and Ellis hissed at the intense burn. Casey’s fingers stilled, making sure he didn’t hurt Ellis. Casey knew Ellis loved taking his fingers and sometimes his cock with just spit as lube, but he was always careful.
“I’m okay,” Ellis mumbled and squeezed his ass around Casey’s fingers to convince him he was telling the truth. He was rewarded with a tap to his prostate. “Casey,” he wailed, and his upper body shot off the bed.
Casey put his other hand on Ellis’s stomach to keep him down, and then he stuck his tongue between his fingers and licked inside Ellis’s eager hole, before pulling it out again and sitting up. A third finger teased the opening. “Tell me you want it, or I’ll pull out.”
“I want it.” Ellis reply was quick; he didn’t want to risk anything.
“Hmmmm.” Casey tapped his chin with his other hand, as he was considering Ellis’s request, but before Ellis had the time to beg or complain, he pushed the third finger in deep.
Ellis screamed, and his dick spewed more precum. Casey drooled excessively on his free hand and smeared the saliva on his own dick. He dragged his fingers through the precum on Ellis’s dick and used it for slick.
Casey tapped his prostate again, making Ellis’s balls draw up tight to his body. He wasn’t going to last very long. He arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut, but quickly opened them again, wanting to look Casey in the eyes as they fucked.
Casey pulled out his fingers and put the blunt head against Ellis’s throbbing hole. Before he pushed in, he looked at Ellis. “Are you sure you don’t want lube?”
It was a sacred ritual they performed every time the lube stayed in their drawer.
“I’m sure.” Ellis’s words were accompanied by another gush of precum, and Casey chose that moment to breach him. Ellis threw his arm over his eyes and caught his lower lip between his teeth.
The burn was incredible. It radiated from his asshole as if it was the center of his universe, finding its way to every cell in his body. He pushed down, eager to make it easier for Casey to enter, and couldn’t help thrusting upward, seeking friction.
“Look at you. You’re so beautiful with my dick in your ass.”
Ellis moaned at Casey’s words.
“I can see your dick throbbing.” Casey pushed in a little deeper. “I bet it aches for me to touch it.”
Ellis removed his arm from his face. “Yeah,” he rasped and moved to grab his cock, but Casey intercepted his hand before he made contact.
“None of that.” He put Ellis’s hand down on the bed and slid in the rest of the way. When the scratchy pubes of Casey’s low-hanging balls rubbed against his ass, Ellis groaned. Loudly.
Casey plastered himself to Ellis. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach.
“Kiss me,” Ellis whispered, and Casey obliged, pressing his lips against Ellis’s eager ones before pulling his dick out almost entirely, changing his angle, and thrusting in again.
Ellis moaned as the blunt head dragged over his prostate. Casey never missed; it was like his prostate was equipped with a homing beacon made especially for Casey’s cock. Ellis wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m gonna fuck the cum right out of you.” Casey picked up the pace. “I want you to paint my chest with your spunk. Then I want you to lick it off me.”
Ellis clenched his ass. His legs trembled, his breathing was shallow and fast, and sweat poured down his face.
“Did you hear me? Cum on me. Shoot. Do it.” Casey accentuated every demand with a hard shove of his dick, and Ellis threw his arms around Casey’s neck, meeting every thrust. His eyes drifted shut as the tingles reached his spine.
One last well-aimed thrust was al
l it took before Ellis did as Casey demanded and unloaded string after string of hot cum between their sweat-sticky bodies. Casey smeared his hand in it and then started licking it off, making content humming noises as if it was the nectar of the gods he was devouring.
When his hand was clean, he scooped up more and fed it to Ellis. “Eat it. Clean me up.”
Ellis did as he was told, slowly, teasingly, and as his tongue touched Casey’s palm, Casey stiffened and squeezed his eyes shut. Ellis flattened his tongue and gobbled up the rest of his own essence as he clutched his ass around Casey’s dick. Casey’s cock swelled, and a moment later Ellis’s insides were drenched with hot seed.
Casey didn’t let out a sound; he was always eerily silent in the throes of orgasm, but there was no mistaking the blissful look on his face. Ellis slid his hands around Casey’s sides and up on his back, ready to catch him when he collapsed on top of him like he always did after an intense fuck.
A few moments later, Casey’s arms gave out and he crumpled in a heap on Ellis’s broad chest, with his dick still in Ellis’s ass. Ellis hugged him, threw his legs around his slim hips, held him tight, and listened to the ragged breathing.
“Wow,” he mumbled.
“Wow,” Casey agreed.
Slowly their breathing returned to normal, and before long Casey’s dick slipped out of Ellis’s hole, leaving it open, empty, and slightly sore. He gathered Casey’s hair, freed it from their sticky bodies and pulled it out of the way, uncovering Casey’s blotchy face. He looked completely relaxed and blissed out, and Ellis couldn’t help but chuckle.
Casey opened his eyes and smiled at him. Ellis smiled back, leaned in, and pressed a chaste kiss on Casey’s lips. He hummed happily and let his eyes drift closed, completely exhausted.
Surely they had time for a short nap before the shower?
Chapter 5
December 25th
Casey
LOUD BANGING on the front door woke Casey, and he grunted in protest and rolled over to look at the time.
Who the heck was knocking on their door at seven in the morning on Christmas Day?
He wiped the sleep from his eyes with stiff fingers, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and rummaged around their discarded pile of clothes from the night before until he found his sweatpants. After pulling them on, he grabbed his T-shirt, but scrunched his nose and threw it back on the floor again when he realized it was stiff with dried spunk.
Yawning, he wandered out into the living room, raked his fingers through his hair to get it away from his face, and threw open the door, ready to unleash some sharp words on the early morning visitor.
The porch was empty, but he recognized the wild curls belonging to the rapidly retreating visitor. “Edie?”
She faltered for a second but resumed her pace and quickly reached her truck.
He crossed the porch in a couple long strides. “Edie, wait!”
This time she stopped, her hand on the door handle and her back to him, but at least she seemed to listen.
“Won’t you come in?”
She didn’t move; her back was ramrod straight, and it was almost as if Casey could see her holding her breath, even from this distance. Was she considering his offer?
But then she shook her head. “I can’t,” she called out over her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Casey.” She opened the door and jumped in, and moments later she tore out of there as if she was haunted by the ghost of Christmas past.
What had just happened?
Casey gathered his hair and twisted it around his hand. Biting his lip, glaring at the disappearing truck as if he could get it to come back just by sheer will. He let out a deep sigh and shuddered as he finally registered how cold it was.
The unusually hot weather had disappeared overnight and had been replaced by a brisk chill that penetrated Casey to his very bones and pebbled his nipples. He shivered and turned around to get back into the warmth when he noticed a big wicker basket on the porch.
He grabbed the two handles and picked it up, surprised by its weight, and hurried inside. He kicked the door closed behind him, put the basket on the table, and jogged back into their bedroom, where he pulled off his sweats and dove under the covers.
Ellis was warm and smelled like sleep, his arm stretched out in a clear invitation to Casey, who didn’t hesitate for a second to curl up next to him. He burrowed his cold nose into Ellis’s neck and put his icy feet on Ellis’s calves.
“Casey,” Ellis whined, but pulled him closer, generously sharing his body heat.
When Casey was no longer an icicle, Ellis opened his eyes and smiled, looking adorably sleepy. He pressed a kiss to Casey’s forehead and hummed in happiness. “Who was at the door?”
“Edie. But she didn’t wanna come in. She just left something and drove off.”
“Crap.” Ellis stiffened.
Casey reluctantly moved from his cozy spot on Ellis’s shoulder and studied him. “Crap what?”
“I forgot to tell you. She came by the garage the other day.”
Casey’s eyes widened. “She did?”
“Yeah.” Ellis’s voice was strained, and he threw his free arm over his eyes and sighed. It was such a despondent sigh, Casey furrowed his brows. What had happened between Ellis and his sister?
He caressed Ellis’s cheek, featherlight fingertips dancing over sleep-creased skin. His fingers found their way to the thick sideburns, and he combed through them before continuing their way to Ellis’s thick curls.
Casey was crazy about Ellis’s hair. He kept it trimmed short on the sides, but longer on top, and the big ringlets screamed for Casey to play with them. Ellis had wanted to cut them off, but Casey had begged and pleaded with him to keep them, and even managed to produce a trembling lip. Ellis had caved immediately.
“What did she want?” Casey asked when the tension left Ellis’s body.
“She wanted me to come over for Christmas. Said she was cookin’ turkey ’n all.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“So when are you going?”
“What? I’m not goin’.”
“Why not?”
Ellis was silent for a few moments before mumbling, “You’re not invited.”
“I figured.”
Ellis flinched at Casey’s matter-of-fact statement and tightened his arms around him. “I’m not goin’,” he repeated, his mouth set in a stubborn line.
Casey relaxed. He hadn’t realized he’d been worried about it until the display of defiance from Ellis, as if he’d expected Casey to argue. He would never forbid Ellis to see his family, but he was happy he didn’t have to spend Christmas Day all by himself.
“Thank you,” he whispered and hid his face in the crook of Ellis’s neck.
“Oh, Casey.”
“’M sorry.” Casey tried to keep his voice steady, but he couldn’t hide the tremble.
A callused palm cupped his face and turned it up, forcing him to meet Ellis’s warm espresso eyes. “I’d never go without you, boo.” Ellis’s voice was gravelly and filled with honesty.
“I know.” And he did. He’d just wanted to be supportive.
“Good.” He rewarded Casey with a tender kiss. “So what did she leave?”
“Huh?” Casey had forgotten what they were talking about.
“You said Edie left somethin’ before she tore outta here.”
“She did. It was a big heavy basket. But I don’t know what’s in it, I was in a hurry to crawl back into bed with you.”
“You just wanted to warm your ice blocks on my poor legs.”
Casey giggled. “That’s true.”
“Hey!” Ellis exclaimed as if he’d just remembered something. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas. Do you think Santa’s been here yet?” Casey desperately wanted to know what was in the ball under the tree but didn’t want to reveal he’d been no better than a curious kid and examined the present in great detail.
“I d
on’t know. Have you been a good boy this year?” Ellis winked.
“I have.” Casey fluttered his eyelashes in an attempt to look innocent.
Ellis burst out laughing. “Sure you have.”
“What do you mean?” Casey pushed out his lower lip.
“I’m not sure Santa thinks that someone who loves stickin’ his tongue up my ass as much as you do is a good boy.”
“But you do.” Casey pressed a quick kiss to Ellis’s cheek. “So you’ll just have to put in a good word for me.” He grabbed the blanket and pulled it off of them both.
“Hey!”
“Time to get up, lazy pants.” Casey jumped out of bed before Ellis could grab him. He put his hand on his hip and cocked it. “If you get up, I’ll give you some sugar,” he said and pursed his lips.
“Make me coffee and I’ll give you some sugar,” Ellis shot back.
Casey pouted again, turned around, and walked out of their bedroom, making sure to swing his hips and stick out his ass as much as he could. He laughed out loud when Ellis groaned.
Ellis joined Casey in the kitchen a few minutes later, and he brought Casey’s favorite socks. “You forgot these.” Casey accepted them with a smile and pulled them on before turning his attention back to the pancake batter.
“What the…? Casey! Come look at this.”
He let go of the whisk and turned around, alarmed by the weird tone in Ellis’s voice. “What is it?” He joined Ellis where he stood by the table, clutching the towel that had covered Edie’s basket. Casey’s mouth fell open as he looked down at the content.
A roasted chicken. Some sort of casserole. Green beans. Fresh bread rolls, homemade judging by their irregular shape. A foil-covered pie dish and a plate of cookies—chocolate chip if Casey wasn’t mistaken. And a six pack of beer.
“What…?” Casey squeezed his eyes shut, but opened them again quickly as if he was afraid that the feast before them would disappear.
Ellis grabbed his hand in a tight grip, and Casey glanced in his direction. The other hand covered his mouth, and a muscle twitched in the corner of his shiny eyes.
