Chapter 55: A Well-Bonded Bliss

Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

The soft white glow of the moonlight had been all one could see inside the bedroom of Casey Peterson as he lay in bed beside Rick Channon who appeared to have been having a difficult time sleeping as his body twitched and tensed in the wake of his rather horrific dreams. Casey had been caught off guard by the growling and whimpers from the handsome slumbering boy and opened his eyes. He had not known how to help him but the feeling that whatever had been going through his mind had not been good spurred him to press his lips into Rick's and he began to awaken and return his kiss. It seemed to do the trick as Rick's eyes opened and Casey pressed his body onto his lover still kissing his lips as he attempted to provide a much-needed distraction from whatever it was that was plaguing him in his dreams.

The continued soft pecking that passed between them only added to the heat between the younger lad and his lover who found himself once more laying his naked body on top of his lover's equally naked form with Rick's big strong arms wrapped around him. Both teens had their chests pressed together as they continued their series of heated kisses not at all caring about the outside world now that their bond had been deepened and Rick's cock had still been buried to the hilt inside Casey's slickness. The slow pulsing and occasional thrusts had added to the sensation as their kissing session intensified. Casey stroked Rick's face and smiled noting that he'd already been on the verge of having five o'clock shadow.

Rick seemed content just laying there with Casey as the minutes passed and the comfortable warmth between them seemed to intensify.

The younger boy had been over the moon in the wake of Rick's admission of being in love with him despite his previous insistence that they were only together for sexual purposes. Casey had not been of the mind to believe that it had only been that between them despite the short amount of time they had in fact been intimate.

"I should get going," said Rick still kissing Casey's neck as he slowly slid along his rapidly aroused cock.

"No," replied Casey in a near-on whimper. "Stay, you know my mother will let you."

"That's not what I'm talking about," said Rick. "I can't take any chances with you and your mother's lives if the transformation takes place...I need to be away from you."

Casey seemed disappointed that Rick had been thinking about taking off, but he knew his reasons. He rested his head against the older boy's chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

"I've always wondered..." he said trying to find the right words for his questions. "Does it hurt when..."

Rick sighed.

"Like you wouldn't believe," he replied honestly. "It's something that comes on fast and there's nothing you can do about it once it does."

Casey couldn't imagine having to endure that no matter how cool it looked on tv. Rick sighed as he held Casey close realizing that this younger boy had been the closest person he had ever had beside him in quite some time when it had not pertained to sex.

"You know people keep telling me what it was like before, but all I see is blood and dead bodies whenever I try to remember it," said Rick breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

"I'm sorry," Casey said, offering sympathy for his lover. "I wish there was something I could do to make it all go away."

Rick treated him to a rather boyish smile before pulling him into another heated kiss. Casey moaned feeling him shift inside him as they lounged rather blissfully in his bed amid the tangled sheet and the toppled pillows that littered the floor below them. This had been the most companionable they had been in a long time as they took a few moments to enjoy each other's company aside from their usual lust-filled antics.

"It's getting late," said Rick running his hand down Casey's back.

"Stay a little longer," begged Casey still kissing Rick's lips as he slowly rode the older boy's cock and trailed his hands along his bare chest.

A hiss escaped the younger boy's lips as Rick slowly began to thrust upward into his slickness taking his mind further and further from leaving and toward indulging his need for him. It worked, of course, Casey had been well accustomed to Rick's sexual appetites since their very first encounter in the woods.

"Stay," he said kissing Rick's lips once again.

The older boy groaned as he gripped Casey's hips the primal urge taking over him as he thrust upward into the younger lad that clung to him. Casey continued to moan in reaction to the full-on pumping as he leaned his head back enjoying the sensation of being pounded from within.

"Fuck..." he groaned still reeling from sensations both past and present.

He didn't know why, but he didn't want to be separated from Rick, not even for a moment since their mutual admission to being in love. His desperation gave way to his lust and the only means of keeping the werewolf occupied long enough to stick around when he'd been so concerned about the onset of his wolfish attributes and the effect the moon had on them. It wasn't a full moon per see but Rick didn't like taking any chances despite being lost in his primal urges and the slick wetness he craved ever since meeting the bold younger boy.

"Mmmm." Casey moaned as he towered above Rick whose hands continued to grip his waistline as they moved along the bed. The noises inside had drowned out those of the world around them despite their collective best efforts to appear otherwise.

Rick growled thrusting with more force as the angle prevented him from dominating the younger boy altogether. The two of them had been so caught up in their act that neither of them noticed the car that had pulled up to the house nor the fact that Mrs. Peterson had made her way up the stairs.

She'd been quite tired and on her way to have a nap and a shower when she heard the noises coming from her only son's bedroom. Thinking that he'd been watching the television on an inappropriate channel, she barged into the door only to find her son's pale ass exposed to the elements and him riding what looked to be the cock of another equally naked boy with his bed a mess and the pillows tossed about the floor. The room smelled of sex and it appeared they'd been at it for hours as they paid her no attention to being caught up in their act.

"CASEY ALLEN PETERSON!" shouted Helen Peterson in a state of shock. "JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?"