Chapter 115: A Moment Of Pause

The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

 Both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson took a moment to gather themselves and catch their wayward breath in the wake of their latest act of coupling. Rick had become quite accustomed to staring up at the roof of the Peterson residence and the many times he and Casey ended up naked and covered in sweat after a romp since the first time he'd gotten his attention. Casey had been once more introduced to the fact that his stomach had been growling now that the euphoria of blissful primal sex had died down and slowly managed to get to his feet and his mind back on filling his empty stomach. He'd still been naked knowing all too well that Rick had much preferred him that way and slick from sweat as his pinked cock pulsed in the wake of their previous rounds of release. He took a moment to slick back his messy brown locks and opted for what he had been intending to make a meal out of before Rick unceremoniously eased him into yet another sex romp. 

Rick got up off the floor as well, slick with sweat and his nostrils flaring as he took in his younger lover's scent, Casey Peterson had been as intoxicating as ever in terms of his effect on the young brute werewolf and he had been content with it.

Casey made himself something to eat while Rick contended with the call of nature and stepped outside rather than venturing to the bathroom. He had been in awe of the cool breeze that swept by and the many scents that it brought with it. 

It was something to take a moment to bask in the efforts of their victory and the subtle ease of companionship that he'd found since meeting Casey Peterson, beforehand he'd been mostly alone and given to haunting memories of his family being killed and the struggles of lycanthropy on his own. He had thought of taking off for greener pastures and leaving everything and everyone that ever knew him behind but he had no wish to bring undue pain to his Aunt Dee, she had loved him as if he'd been her own son after all and so he stayed for her sake and eventually that led him to meeting Casey. 

Rick made his way back inside in time to see Casey scarfing down what he'd managed to make to eat and chewing rather sloppily. The brooding older teen smirked and made his way over toward his equally naked lover and kissed his neck and shoulders while wrapping his arms around his slender waist. Casey leaned back against him, his pale exposed ass coming into contact with Rick's rapidly rousing cock as it pulsed before him. 

"Finally got something to eat?" asked Rick still peppering Casey's neck with long slow kisses. 

"Mmmhmm." moaned Casey feeling Rick behind him. 

"Good then there won't be any objections to us fucking again once I get you upstairs," said Rick before releasing Casey and making his way toward the stairs. 

Casey sighed shaking his head knowing all too well that they were cutting it close but he elected to clean up a bit before racing upstairs where Rick had gone knowing exactly what he had in store for him. 

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

The door to Casey Peterson's bedroom hit against the nearby wall as the young lad found himself being carried in his lover's powerful arms and walked into the darkened confines and toward his messy bed. Rick had been more than eager to lay him down as he pounced on him the moment the lad's back hit the mattress. A series of growls and moans filled the bedroom as Rick skillfully parted Casey's slender thighs and fitted himself between them. A low hiss escaped the younger lad's lips as his own pinked cock began to swell in the wake of his excitement matching that of Rick's whose eyes had already been shifting to mirror his ever-building lust. 

Casey's body arched in the wake of Rick's heated touch as the need for him continued to get the better of the younger teen and he howled once he felt his slick hidden folds parted by way of the older brute's thick cockhead just before he'd been completely impaled like so many encounters prior. Rick let out a low grunt as he thrust forward slipping further inside the tight confines of his lover's hidden sex, still slick from their previous efforts and all the more inviting as they exchanged another series of sloppy heated kisses amid the messy bedsheets. 

 Once more Casey's moans filled Rick's keen ears and a hiss escaped the older brooding teen as he continued to pump his body between the legs of the younger lad reaching for him amid the messy sheets as his body was jolted along the bedding beneath them. Both Casey and Rick had been lost in their act more desperate than usual to be rejoined since entering the younger lad's bedroom. 

It had still been some time before Mrs. Peterson would return after her night out with Rick's Aunt Dee. Casey whimpered as Rick's wolfish fangs sunk into the soft flesh of the younger werewolf's neck causing him to lose himself in the relatively overstimulating sensation of pleasure and pain in the wake of Rick's bite and deep thrusts respectively. Neither could seem to get enough of the other even after the previous romps following their latest game. Once more their school had been en route to an undefeated streak and once more there had been something in the world that had held Rick's true interest. 

Casey had never seen Rick so content despite his genuine concerns about whether or not his harsh visions of a bloody rampage taking over Fallon Creek and leaving most of the citizens at the mercy of a vile werewolf who had sought to lay claim to their town. Even as Rick's thick cock continued to pump unceremoniously inside the whimpering lad's hidden sex, he could see the visions of blood and chaos and wanted so badly for it to have only been a dream even as the vivid streaks of blood and the sound of the screams filled his keen ears. 

Try as he might to attempt to put it out of his mind, the visions of blood had returned and seemed to only grow stronger even as his lust-driven lover Rick pummeled the lad's sodden sex given to primal need sensing his inward distress.