Chapter 108: Thoughts And Insecurities

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

Panting and slick with sweat from head to toe, both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson found themselves staring up at the ceiling as Rick rolled onto his back beside the younger lad trying to catch his breath in the wake of their actions since finally returning to Casey's home after Rick's journey in the woods. Casey took a few moments to bask in the afterglow of their coupling as he turned his attention back to Rick. The arrogant werewolf had changed his life for the better since meeting him but the latest of his rather odd empathetic visions had been something that he couldn't quite let go of. The seemingly impending doom that awaited them from his previous series of visions had not been present and his mind had come to the conclusion that he'd been once more privy to something from Rick's past while they'd been joined.

Rick closed his eyes as he took in long slow breaths, his slick cock still at half mast while he rested a bit basking in the afterglow of their coupling just as much as Casey had been. The older lad couldn't seem to recall a time when he'd been with someone who had kept his interest as much as Casey Peterson had. While the initial meeting of theirs had been driven by his desire to shove his cock inside the new arrival, Rick had begun to appreciate Casey in ways he'd never thought possible. If it had been the result of their moon binding then he supposed it was going to take effect sooner or later.

Without a word, Casey scooted closer to him opting to kiss him as he ran his soft warm hands along Rick's glistening face and chest. The brooding older boy's messy dark locks were hanging in his line of sight and he carefully brushed them out of the way with his hand. Rick appeared grateful, as he never liked having his hair dangling in his face, no matter how long it had been.

"Still the best pussy in town," remarked Rick with a bit of heat behind his dark eyes as he looked over the younger lad with a wicked smirk filed across his rugged handsome face.

Casey pressed his lips to Rick's and slowly eased his hand down from Rick's sweat-slick and well-toned chest down to his abs loving the feel of the rippled muscles against his bare palm almost as much as Rick loved the sensation of his warm touch against him. He'd been content with the light touching until Casey's hand dropped down to his semi-hardened cock, still slick from their exploits and throbbing once more the moment the small pale hand attempted to wrap around it.

A low hiss escaped Rick's lips as he turned his attention to Casey and met his eyes once more.

"You trying to get me hard again?" he asked nuzzling Casey's exposed neck while kissing and licking at his sweat-slick flesh.

He had already left quite a few hickeys along the younger lad's pale skin and smiled as he ran his warm tongue along one of the light bruises causing Casey to gasp and grip the brooding older teen's massive cock as best he could while he pressed his own body close to Rick's.

The brooding older boy smirked between hissing as he enjoyed the touch of his young lover and became once more completely aroused as a result of it. Casey took notice and smiled before pressing his lips into Rick's and straddling his lap like always when he'd gotten him worked up all over again. A slow hiss escaped him as he saw his way to easing his dripping sex onto the already glistening flesh pole he'd been grasping beforehand.

Rick's eyes shifted at that moment, the all too familiar golden yellow hue meeting one of similar fashion behind Casey's eyes as he slowly sunk his way down impaling himself on the vulgar brute's massive appendage their tongues danced in a series of heated French kisses.

"Uhhhh." moaned Casey closing his eyes and tilting back his head as he continued to adjust to having taken Rick's cock in one go.

The brooding teen reached up and kissed at his exposed neck licking the flesh and nibbling on the already present bruises that he'd made beforehand. Casey moaned at the mixed sensation of both pleasure and pain in the wake of having his sodden sex filled once again. He couldn't get enough of Rick any more than he'd been able to get enough of him.

Soft and sure hands moved along the muscled bare chest of Rick Channon as he closed his eyes giving way to the sweet sensation of tight clenching amid the warmth and the weight of his younger lover's body above his own.

He had known all too well that Casey had enjoyed riding him almost as much as he had being pounded by him when it came to their sexual exploits. Soft and slow were his secret desires when it came to their coupling after the rush of the initial wave of lustful heat that passed between them. Savoring every inch and sensation it brought within him, Casey moaned as he stroked Rick's chest loving the feel of his body being intertwined with his own as their desire began to flicker into overdrive once again, but Casey had been determined to keep them at a soft and slow pace.

It was at this moment that Casey had been relaxed and ever more sure that Rick had belonged to him and that no one, Not Rachel Dawson, Not Courtney Stevenson, or even Maddox Daly would ever come between them. Rick had been his as much as he had been for him and even with the phasing of the moon, Casey Peterson had been determined to keep it that way.

Rick growled as he began to suckle Casey's exposed chest licking and biting at his nipples as if he'd been Rachel. The soft sensation of his tongue had done wonders for stimulating Casey's body as he moaned slowly rising and falling along the massive brute's cock as he began to give in to his rapidly increasing need for him.

He was more sure now than he'd ever been before, despite the whimpers of the heat-driven interloper who had come into their lives, that Rick Channon had been his and his alone.