That wasn’t helped when Justin gripped Ken’s hair, pushing his fingers into the shaggy brown strands, and kissed him. Not a gentle, testing kiss, either, but a kiss which stole Ken’s breath and maybe even his soul dead away from him, tongue hot and plunging demandingly into Ken’s mouth, body straddling Ken, knees by his hips, pressed together from pelvis to chest.
There was really no time even to think. It all happened incredibly quickly, from awkward uncertainty to blazing, raw passion, and Ken found himself having a hard time keeping up. Still, his own body reacted, because of course it did. Ken would have to be a lot more than just a little confused to be able to resist this man throwing himself at him.
So he kissed him back, and any minute, he expected Justin to pull back. Instead, he felt Justin tugging at his clothes, slipping Ken’s shirt over his head, fingers finding and pinching at his nipples, giving him just the slightest, incredibly intriguing, hint of pain along with all the lust.
Ken closed his eyes, arching his body, pressing toward the stimulation, because it was so much better to feel than to think. He’d always thought so, and with Justin’s body starting to tilt and move against him, with the deeply thrilling rub of Justin’s cock against his own through the layers of their clothing, that just went double.
Justin could have had him right there if Ken hadn’t heard the door opening. He had known that Liam and Mason were out doing wedding stuff, suit fittings and God knew what else, but he’d lost track of time. He probably didn’t need his brothers walking in on this, so he grabbed Justin’s ass and put him off of himself.
“Hey, guys,” Ken greeted his brothers, and Liam, at least, was looking at them both with some amusement, clearly having some idea what they were up to. Ken was pretty shitty at keeping secrets, though, and he would just have to trust that Liam would have discretion.
On the other hand, this might be the perfect way to let his mother know about Justin without actually having to say the words.
“Bye, guys,” Justin finished and then locked his arm around Ken’s waist and tugged him toward the bedroom. Ken gasped, then shrugged at Liam before he was dragged away, because while Ken had been willing to try to do the right thing and socialize with his brothers, Justin, apparently, had other ideas.
As soon as they were in Ken’s bedroom, clothing was coming off. Justin was like this force of nature, something elemental, purely primal, stripping Ken before the door was even locked behind them. It was like being caught in a whirlpool—or a tornado—and whirled all around with no hope of understanding what was going on, much less getting out of it.
Not that he wanted to. It wasn’t exactly normal for Ken to be bundled off to bed by a man who was pretty much half of his size, but it was definitely exciting, and once he felt Justin’s desperation it was like it caught and Ken felt it, too.
All that mattered was getting Justin naked, getting him into bed, feeling the glide of their bare skin together. Ken heard himself make a soft growl as he tackled Justin down, no longer content just to be a passive part of this.
It was all made that much more intense by the fact that neither of them said anything, nothing at all. There were moans and whimpers, yes, but no actual words. Ken didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t sure what would end up making things worse, so he kept it all to himself as he shoved a leg between Justin’s and forced a hard kiss on him.
Ken found himself rolled beneath the smaller man, and he pushed him right back over, and it became almost more like a wrestling match than the lovemaking that had happened the last time they’d been together. That had been about something deep and real, at least for Ken, but this was about claiming, and urgency, and above all about desire.
Hands were everywhere. Touching, stroking, even scratching nails lightly over each other’s skin, Ken let himself get lost in arousal. That was so much easier than letting himself get caught up in the confusion and uncertainty that he was feeling normally with Justin these days.
Eventually, after some period of time which Ken couldn’t track but which probably wasn’t even that long, Justin rolled on top of him, distracting Ken with a hard, strong thigh pressed right up against Ken’s dick, which was leaking all over itself now. Whatever else this was, it was hot as hell, and Ken couldn’t actually remember a time when he’d needed sex more than he did with this intense man taking control of his body.
They looked at each other, and while neither of them talked, while they both remained silent, some wordless communication passed between them which was more raw, and open, and deep, than any words could have been. Ken slowly nodded, seeing the question in Justin’s eyes, and then gasped when he felt his legs flung open and up out of the way, bending so his knees were close to his chest, leaving him open and vulnerable to Justin.
Damned if the guy wasn’t surprisingly strong for someone so short and slender, but then Ken had seen him work out. Either way, he was obviously able to manipulate Ken’s body exactly how he liked, and with his heart, body, mind, and soul, Ken submitted to him.
In the end, Justin almost forgot the condom, and Ken realized, with a start of surprise, that he would have let him do it. It had been a long time since he’d been stupid enough to screw without protection, and it terrified him, and excited him, that he had almost done so.
In a second, Justin had the sheath rolled over himself. With that done, he positioned himself, forced another hard kiss on Ken, and then drove himself deep, swallowing down Ken’s desperate cries of pleasure.
And pain, too. Not much of it, since there was enough lube on the condom to keep everything slippery, but there hadn’t been any preparation and the slight sting of the entry somehow only made things better. Ken cried out, glad for the stifling influence of Justin’s lips, and they rocked rapidly together, using each other and letting the other use them, nothing held back.
At least nothing physical.
Justin was so rough with him, and it felt to Ken almost like the older man wanted to claim him, to pull their two bodies together so that they were one. And that’s what Ken wanted, too, straining to get closer, arms wrapped tightly around the slender man’s lovely body.
It was over too soon. It was just too heated between them, too desperate, and Ken actually shook his head in denial when he felt his body start to heat up, pleasure to pool in his cock and balls, built by each inexorable thrust of the other man’s cock against his prostate.
When he came, it was almost against his will. He wanted this to last longer, but his body couldn’t do it, and right as he came, he felt Justin do the same, both of them writhing and moaning and straining together right up until their exhausted bodies couldn’t do it anymore.
* * *
Clothed once more, Ken watched as Justin ran out the door, a panicked look on his face. Though the sex had only seemed to take a few minutes, it had actually been longer than either of them had thought, and Justin had his daughter to pick up.
At least Mason was gone, probably to swim in the building’s pool. At first, Ken thought that Liam had gone with him, but when Ken settled down to start the movie that he’d been watching before, Liam came out, his hair wet, obviously fresh from the shower.
That was actually worse, having to face Liam, who had to have a pretty good idea of what Ken and Justin had done in the bedroom. Mason was too young to know really, but, from the smirk that Liam shot Ken’s way, he obviously had at least some guesses about what they had been up to.
“Any survivors?” Liam asked, and Ken sighed and shook his head. He really should have been more careful. Should have tried to derail Justin, to stop it from happening until his brothers were safely out of the house again.
“Were we too loud?” Ken asked, not even about to try to pretend that nothing had happened. Liam was clearly not going to believe it, not with the way his brother was smirking at him.
