SIXTEEN
For whatever reason, Justin seemed pretty quiet. It sort of worried Ken, who was definitely getting a very real sense that Justin didn’t let people into his house very often. Or maybe at all. Was this going too fast for the older man? Was Ken rushing into something all over again?
Ken, uncomfortable and awkward and unsure of himself, perched on the very edge of the couch, stealing occasional, furtive little looks over at Justin. There was a thoughtful quality to the older man’s face and a sort of sadness, almost, that made Ken ache deep down inside to reach out and touch the man.
Well, maybe that wouldn’t be appropriate, given the strange state of things between them, but he could at least talk to him, right? No law against talking. So, hating the tentative feeling of his movements, Ken leaned back into the plushness of the couch and shot a little smile at Justin.
“So what’s up?” Maybe there was a more tactful way to go about this, but Ken had never been especially noted for his tact. This probably wouldn’t be the time to start, and anyway, it seemed like Justin actually sort of appreciated the blunt approach.
“Hmm?” Justin murmured, his voice indistinct, his eyes far away. But when Ken spoke, those eyes sharpened a bit, like Justin was coming back to him, and that, at least, felt good.
“It felt like you were not really here.” And it was true. Justin got more lost in his own thoughts than anyone that Ken had ever met before. “Is something wrong? Do you want me to go?”
Ken held his breath after saying the words. The offer was sincere, but he couldn’t say that he hoped it was an option that Justin took. To his vast relief, though, Justin shook his head and even smiled at him as he reached over and took Ken’s hand, drawing him gently closer.
“No. I don’t want you to go. It was just weird for me to introduce someone to my daughter, I guess. And I’m sort of freaked out about what’s going to happen next, because she really, really liked you.”
Wow. That was honest, and yes, it seemed like the blunt approach was definitely the best way to go when it came to Justin. He returned it with equal bluntness, and for Ken, who was used to people far more subtle than he was, it was a huge relief to know that Justin would just say what he meant if he were asked.
“I liked her, too. So what are you freaked out about?” They were close enough now that Ken could wrap an arm around Justin’s shoulders, and while those shoulders were tense and hard at first, Ken felt them soften as Justin laid his head against Ken’s chest.
“That I’ll let you in. Into my life, and Jade’s, and then you’ll just take off,” Justin admitted, and Ken felt his heart clench, and a strange, tingly, burning feeling took hold in his eyes, making him need to blink rather rapidly.
That was the most open, honest thing that he’d ever been told, he was pretty sure about that, and it showed so much vulnerability, which was something that Ken had always been punished for. For Justin to say such a thing, well, there was no denying that it touched Ken, and he pressed a quick, but fierce, kiss to the top of Justin’s head.
“I can promise you that I won’t justtake off,” Ken told him impulsively. It was probably a bad idea for him to make a promise like that, but after Justin’s openness with him, what else was he supposed to do? Besides, he meant it. “Look, babe, to be honest with you, this thing between us, I haven’t felt anything like it before. I want to see where it goes.”
There was a pause that seemed to drag on forever, or at least for long enough that Ken was sure that he’d made a mistake in speaking so openly himself. After all, when had he ever been rewarded for that? And Justin had literally just said that he was nervous about letting someone into his life more than he already had.
“Hey, Ken?” Finally, after what felt like an hour but probably was only a few minutes, at most, Justin spoke again, and Ken looked down into his eyes as Justin raised his gaze to meet Ken’s.
“Yeah?” Ken asked, more tentative than he usually was, bracing himself and saying very firmly in the depths of his own mind that whatever Justin said next, he wasn’t going to take it too personally. If Justin told him to back off, well, Ken had certainly learned some lessons about backing off since joining the Lost Boys.
“You want to stay the night?”
It was probably the last thing that Ken would have expected, and a grin, which wouldn’t leave his face for anything, stretched his lips wide, so widely that his cheeks started to hurt and he felt like an idiot. But at the same time, he didn’t even really care, and he somehow doubted that Justin did, either.
“Yeah,” Ken admitted softly, and, hand in hand, they got up as if they shared the same mind, moving in perfect unison, and wrapped their arms around each other as they headed to Justin’s room.
* * *
They had both undressed and watched each other closely as they did, and there was an undoubted air of sensuality in the room. A tension which grew slowly, but surely, between them, an erotic air to everything that either of them did which tingled on the edges of Ken’s nerves and made him more exquisitely aware of everything.
But, though it all built very slowly, but surely, into something more intense than anything that Ken had ever felt before, it didn’t turn into sex. They didn’t even kiss as they lay down in bed together, completely naked, both of them fully aroused but just lying beside each other.
Something was happening, something that Ken didn’t even really know how to put a name to because it was utterly outside of his experience. Somehow, he knew that he and Justin would have sex, but only when it felt right. Until then, there was, oddly, no rush.
Slowly, after some amount of time had passed but not anything that Ken could measure in minutes, Justin turned to Ken, and the hot, aroused length of his body rested against Ken’s, his cock throbbing against Ken’s hip. Softly, lips open, Justin started to trail a length of kisses over Ken’s chest, not stopping until his sweet, soft, lush lips were pressed right against the hardening nub of Ken’s nipple.
Groaning softly as the wet heat of Justin’s mouth surrounded the sensitive skin, Ken raised his hand and cupped the back of Justin’s head, trying to encourage him. But the whole thing was done slowly, languorously almost, like they were both moving deep, deep underwater and the pressure was stopping it from speeding up.
“Justin,” Ken moaned, and then, by some miracle, Justin was slipping his hand down Ken’s body, stroking over his sides, his stomach, his fingertips trailing sparks as they snuck further down all the time.
Ken gasped softly as those fingers pressed against the head of his cock, and it twitched as precome leaked from it. With a groan, Ken arched his hips almost lazily up toward the stimulation, and he only got harder than ever as he realized that Justin was grinding his own dick against Ken’s hip, leaking his fluids all over the skin there.
Why was this so unbearably hot? Ken tended to be pretty rough and tumble in bed, and this was pretty much the exact opposite of what he would expect to be into. But at this moment, with the things that he and Justin had said to each other still resonating in the air between them, it felt perfect.
Justin gripped Ken, stroking him slowly, so unbearably slowly, from the base of his aching dick all the way to the leaking, slick tip. His grip was firm, just short of actually painful, and Ken found himself helplessly writhing as he was touched in a way that he hadn’t even known would be perfect for him, but which was, totally and completely.
