Cuddles and Danger

Donnie and Casey had fucked for at least half an hour. It was so intense, that once the two of them were spent, they had passed out.

It was hours later. Michelangelo had called them for dinner, but he assumed Donnie and Casey were somewhere else when they didn't respond and left.

It was the sound of a tree collapsing that woke Donnie up. It was too close to the barn for comfort, though the fact that the tree hadn't made a new hole in the barn was a small mercy.

"Hey. Hey Casey!"

Casey had been cuddling up against Donnie before he had woken him up. He had dressed himself before he fell back asleep with Donnie, though only in a tank-top and a pair of briefs.

"Huh? Was happenin'..."

"There's something in the woods. I don't think we're alone."

That woke Casey up. As nice as a literal role in the hay was, Casey lived for danger. As Donnie had already found himself trying to spy for whatever was outside, Casey had already pulled up his pants. He struggled to zip himself up, ignoring a pleasant soreness in his lower-half. Not only was he a power-bottom, but he thinks he might have been a size-queen too.

He limped a few steps before finding his stride and his cricket bat, or his "beatin' stick" as he sometimes called it.