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.
