TWELVE

 

 

What was this? Ken knew it was sex, he had seen that promise in Justin’s eyes, but was it more than that?

It felt like it could be. Justin might have made it clear that Ken couldn’t stay the night, but from how he had been talking, it was a big deal that he would let Ken in at all. So it was more than sex, or it could be.

The whole thing was confusing. He had called himself in love before, had been utterly obsessed with someone, and more than once. Aaron was the most recent, but hardly the only one. But in such a short time, Justin had made him question all of that. Had he even known what that meant before?

It was like his whole life he’d been using the wrong word. Love. He had used it for what was really nothing more than infatuation or desire, like he’d been calling apples oranges this whole time.

Being in love was completely different than he’d always thought it was. How he felt about Justin was so very different from how he’d felt about Darien, or Lance, or even beautiful, remote Aaron. Or about any of the other boys that he’d fallen for, starting with the captain of the football team way back in high school.

What was this going to mean, going to bed with Justin? Ken didn’t even know, but the thought of it made his heart race and his blood heat up, but in a way that seemed to have as much to do with his heart as it did with his dick.

Gazing at Justin as they made their way into the condo, Ken tried to read his eyes. Justin was every bit as unsure as he was, Ken was sure of it, and that actually helped the tension in his own neck and shoulders to release, helped his breath to flow more easily. This was something new to Justin, too, Ken was sure of it.

An elderly lady was snoozing on the couch, and Justin leaned over her and gently shook her awake.

“I’m home now. How’s Jade?” he asked her, and she yawned and smiled up at him, a look of compassion on her weathered, lined face. This was another person, clearly, who cared about Justin, and about his little daughter. Ken may never have met Jade, but he already cared, probably too much.

“She’s been asleep this whole time.” The old lady’s eyes went to Ken, and a small smirk touched her thin lips, a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

She was surprisingly spry for someone who had to be pushing eighty. And as she passed Ken, she shot him a wink and a grin, dark eyes full of amusement. Then she was gone, and Justin shook his head.

“She’s not going to let me forget this,” he commented, and Ken laughed and stepped close to Justin, stroking his fingers down the curve of his cheek, caressing him before leaning in to kiss him.

He sort of liked that, actually. That someone in Justin’s life knew about him, like he had some sort of claim on Justin though, of course, he didn’t.

It was easier to kiss Justin than to try to explain any of that, though, and Ken let himself get lost in it. He groaned as he felt the flicker of Justin’s talented tongue in his mouth, and his hands swept down, cupping Justin’s sweet, round little bubble butt and squeezing the cheeks as he pulled Justin close.

Not close enough, though. Not by far. Even when Ken pressed against Justin, even when his bigger, stronger body trapped Justin against the wall and he could rock their hips together, it wasn’t enough. He could feel how Justin was hardening for him, and he could rub against him, but all of these damn clothes were in the way.

“Ken,” Justin moaned, around their kisses, which grew more frantic, more heated, by the second. “Ken, baby, not here. Let’s go to my room.”

Ken groaned and pulled away, though not without one more searing, burning hot kiss. Right. Justin didn’t want to make out with someone where his daughter could technically, if she woke up unexpectedly, see.

“Okay. I’m pretty interested in seeing your bed, actually.” Ken shot Justin a wink, and as Justin led the way to his bedroom, Ken was already busily stripping off Justin’s t-shirt, admiring the gorgeous body that he’d only gotten brief glimpses of before.

It occurred to him that Justin hid himself, in more ways than one. He hid his lovely body in baggy, unflattering clothes, just like he hid his heart and soul in silence, only letting little glimpses of it out into his songs but otherwise hoarding everything intimate about himself like a miser hoards gemstones. But he was letting Ken see some of it.

That was pretty deep, but the thoughts were brief and fleeting. Once they were in the room, and Justin turned to Ken and palmed the hard line of his cock through his pants, Ken couldn’t think about any of that. Justin filled his senses, the scent of him, the sight of his tattooed body, the way his small, firm hands so effortlessly manipulated Ken’s body.

It was too much, especially for someone who wasn’t known for patience. Ken growled softly, reaching out and hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of Justin’s sweats. With a quick, deft movement, Justin’s pants were down around his ankles, and his boxers, too.

As Justin stepped out of his clothes, slender and toned and naked, with his cock thick and hard and swollen almost purple, pearly precome beading on the tip, Ken sort of lost it. He flung himself at Justin, letting his passion take over and lead the way, and by some miracle, Justin was right there to catch him.

No one could keep up with Ken. He had too much energy, and that translated over when he took someone to bed, too. He was too enthusiastic, gave himself too thoroughly when he did. But Justin, he was keeping up. He was stripping Ken down even as Ken tackled him to the bed, and Ken kicked off his pants and underwear as his large body settled on top of Justin’s smaller one.

Over and over, their lips met, their tongues tangled and danced together. Justin’s strong, firm little hand slipped down, stroking over Ken’s stomach and down to his throbbing dick.

It was just like the changing room all over again. Only there wasn’t anything to interrupt them. Well, and there was a bed, which was a nice touch. Not that Ken wouldn’t have been willing to bend over right there in the changing room, but the size difference between them probably would have made that a little more difficult.

It was true, what they said, though. Everyone was the same height when they were lying in bed together. Ken desperately moaned as Justin shoved his leg between Ken’s, and Ken leaked hot precome all over Justin’s leg as he gripped Justin’s ass and pulled him closer.

Fingers, hot and strong, closed around Ken’s cock, stroking him, and it was embarrassing, but Ken felt like Justin could jerk him off with really very little effort. There was a sort of roughness—an urgent desire—to the way Justin touched him like he couldn’t get enough, and that appealed to Ken who wasn’t sure that anyone had ever wanted him, not really, not the way that Justin was showing that he did.

Ken shuddered, and the only thing that made it okay that he was so close already was that he saw the same thing in Justin’s eyes. This first time between them, it was going to be so intense, and all Ken could do was hope that Justin would be able to go again because no way would once be enough for Ken.

And then Justin’s fingers delved between the cheeks of Ken’s ass, and he felt fingertips brushing over the sensitive ring of muscle around the tight entrance to his body.

Justin didn’t push in very deeply, but it was enough to breach Ken, enough to make his body quiver with need. No one had been there in far too long, but Justin touched him like he meant it like he was laying claim to Ken’s body, and it was confusing how much he liked it.

It was also just too much for Ken’s overwrought body to take. With a soft, helpless little scream that he muffled against Justin’s lips, his body shook and trembled as he poured his come all over Justin’s hand, and onto his own body and even spilling onto the bed. It felt like he just kept on coming and coming, each wave of pleasure flinging him up into all new levels until he could barely breathe and the only reason he got any air at all was that he was still kissing Justin.

Justin’s own hoarse little noises buzzed against Ken’s lips, panting little cries as Justin’s dick twitched in Ken’s hand and come spilled all over it. Their eyes met, locked together, and Ken felt his heart give a helpless little lurch in his chest as he saw the look of dazed pleasure in Justin’s gray eyes, the storm in them finally quieted, for the moment.

Covered in sweat and fresh come, Ken let himself fall back onto the bed, panting. Justin’s finger was still firmly lodged inside of him, not very deep but definitely there, and Ken groaned softly and made sure to lie on his side so that Justin wouldn’t need to pull it out.

“Can you go again?” Justin murmured, and there was something so deeply seductive about the sound of his voice, a low, soft purr that was pretty much a blatant sexual challenge all by itself. Ken had wondered if all of that natural intensity would transfer over into bed, and he was getting his answer now.

“Yeah,” Ken agreed, deeply thrilled. Hadn’t he just been hoping that Justin wouldn’t be done after one time? With short breaks, Ken had enough energy to go for almost a whole night, especially when he wanted someone as badly as he wanted Justin.

“Good,” Justin murmured, and slowly, just a little bit at a time, he eased the rest of his finger inside of Ken. He gasped, wrapping his arms around the older man, burying his face in his chest as he was taken by that finger. At first, it felt like it wouldn’t fit at all, but then it was inside of him and all of a sudden, it was too slender to fill him up like he so badly needed.

It didn’t really take very much time, actually. One second, he was wondering how Justin would fit at all, and the next, he found himself rocking his hips, trying to get that finger deeper, squirming against him.

“Do you need more?” Justin murmured, his voice like smooth, slippery silk as he whispered in Ken’s ear, his lips caressing the sensitive shell, the earlobe, as their chests brushed together. That finger delved deeper, and Ken gasped, any stubbornness that he might have felt instantly dissolving into nothing when Justin crooked it just the right way and Ken felt a fingertip against his prostate.

Usually he would have had too much pride for it, but pride just didn’t seem to matter so much when it came to sensations like the ones that Ken knew Justin could give him. He groaned, helpless against the full, driving force of the desire, the pressure on that spot deep inside of him making him crazy.

“More,” Ken moaned, barely recognizing the sound of his own hoarse, eager voice. “More, Justin, baby, please.”

Even the fact that he was still so sensitive from the orgasm that he’d already had didn’t matter. Or maybe it was that it made it that much better. Ken knew he was putty in this man’s hands, and yet, somehow that felt okay.

“Can I have you?” Justin murmured, and Ken gazed into those intense eyes, which almost seemed to glow a hot, molten silver as Justin looked right back. Justin could seem so cold, but there was nothing cold about those eyes, or the finger so deep inside of Ken.

“Yeah,” Ken breathed. Funny thing was, on the occasions that he’d considered being with Justin, he’d sort of thought it would go the other way, and that it would be him asking for permission to take Justin, but this felt right, somehow.

Eagerly, Ken watched as Justin tugged his finger free of Ken, then grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lube. Justin opened the condom packet and rolled the sheath down onto himself, then coated himself liberally in lube until his cock glistened and shimmered in the low light.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” Ken assured him, and Justin shot him a quick grin which lit up his face in some very beautiful ways.

“Not sure I was planning on it, sweetheart,” Justin informed him, then gripped Ken’s legs, right behind his knees, and pushed them up out of the way so that Ken was open to Justin, vulnerable and sort of pinned down, despite the size difference between the two of them.

With a quick, sure movement, Justin pressed himself against the entrance to Ken’s body, the slippery tip of his dick rubbing between his cheeks, and then, in one smooth thrust, Justin pushed inside of him, at the same time pushing his tongue into Ken’s mouth, kissing him even as he took him.

And it was probably a good thing because otherwise, there was no way that Ken could have kept himself quiet. He moaned into that kiss, his body writhing, hips pushing up toward the stimulation. It had been too long since he’d felt like this, filled up until he wondered if he could even take anymore, completely and totally and intimately connected with another human being.

Justin was as good as his word. He wasn’t careful about it, and he wasn’t gentle. His tongue delved and plundered inside of Ken’s mouth, and his dick was at the perfect angle to shove deeply inside of Ken, each thrust rubbing right over his prostate as they rocked together in perfect rhythm.

There was usually some awkwardness, the first time. That was how Ken had always found it to be, anyway, but this just seemed to work, somehow. Ken could almost feel the click between them, how effortless it all was, how easy, how their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly.

It was like they were made for each other, and that was an experience that Ken had never had before. But then again, there were, or seemed to be, a lot of those experiences when it came to Justin.

Justin’s hand slipped between their bodies, which had grown slippery with sweat, and as they thrust together, as Justin slid deep over and over again, his hand settled around the fullness of Ken’s own cock. Any hint of pain that there had been, and there had never been much at all, faded away into nothingness with the sensations that Justin sent careening through Ken’s body.

Even after coming so hard just a few minutes ago, Ken found that he was getting worked up, faster than he would have expected. Justin seemed to know all of the right ways to move to drive Ken crazy, and he whimpered helplessly against Justin’s hot lips, seeking out more and more until it was all too much.

His cock twitched, and he spurted hot, pearly come all over Justin’s strong, deft hand. He felt Justin move inside of him, heard and felt the sounds and vibrations of Justin’s eager, desperate little moans as the older man spilled inside of him for the first time.

For a moment, it almost felt like Justin was claiming him, and maybe even giving of himself in return. It was probably something a lot different from that, but that’s how it felt, and Ken let himself bask in that for just a few moments.

The real world would intrude soon enough, and Ken wanted to enjoy this sense of connection, of oneness, for just a little bit. Not long, a few minutes. That would be enough.

He hoped.