“No,” Ken murmured back, somewhat to Justin’s surprise. “No, baby, I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna do something else.” His fingers pumped slowly, slowly inside of Justin, rubbing over his prostate, opening him up, spreading the lube deep inside of him. “I’m gonna make love to you.”
It was, by far, the most romantic thing that Ken had ever said to Justin. Or anyone. He wasn’t used to men being comfortable with those two words, and honestly, he wouldn’t have expected them from big, strong, athletic, Ken.
It seemed like maybe Justin wasn’t the only one who had learned to trust here.
They kissed, and Justin let himself be prepared, but Ken was too good with his hands. He had to be doing it on purpose, right? The pleasure rolled through him, starting to build up, and he groaned as Ken’s fingertips grazed over his prostate again and again.
He could come from this. But that wasn’t how he wanted to come. He wanted to feel this first time together with no barrier between them, and he wanted to come with his inner walls clenched tight around Ken’s gorgeous, thrusting cock.
“Now,” he growled, almost demanding, and luckily, Ken didn’t seem like he was inclined to argue. Ken’s hand settled on the jutting hardness of Justin’s dick, stroking him as he positioned himself at Justin’s entrance.
“I love you,” Ken admitted, and just like that, he started to push inside of him. As it happened, Justin realized that this really was a first for him. He’d never had anyone take him without a condom, had never felt the heat of skin to skin, bare and open and vulnerable to each other.
“I love you, too, baby,” Justin groaned, and he writhed up, his body rising off of the bed to try to get closer to him. Slowly, slowly, they rocked together, and it seemed like, from the very first thrust, Justin was almost at his release but only got more and more wound up until what happened was not even exactly what he would term as an orgasm.
It was like his whole life, he had thought that a pale pink was actually bright, crimson red, and he hadn’t known any better. But now he did. This was red, vivid, soul-searing, more intense by far than anything that he’d known before as pleasure.
No one was ever going to be able to do anything like this to him, not like Ken had, and with that thought, he started to come. He spilled it all over himself, and onto Ken’s grasping hand, crying out into their kiss as he felt the first jet of hot come as Ken came inside him, filling him up for the very first time.
For a moment, they just held each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, and then Ken rolled off of him. Justin, smiling like he was never going to be able to stop, rested his head on his shoulder for a long moment, letting himself come down from a high unlike any that he had ever known before.
“Hey, baby?” Justin finally asked, and Ken grunted, which Justin took to mean that he was listening, but he probably wouldn’t be for long. It had been a long day, and Ken was probably going to pass out soon. “The song is finished. The one we wrote? I have it on my computer.”
It was just the rough version, of course. There had only been that one take of it with the rest of the Lost Boys, but the song itself was done. As Ken propped himself up in bed, long, muscular body wrapped up in sheets, Justin reached out and snagged his laptop.
“Justin …” Ken started, but Justin shut him up with a kiss before he started to play the sound file of the song that he had poured his heart and soul into, the song that Ken had helped him to write.
It was the most intimate, raw, bare song that he’d ever written, but as he cuddled close to Ken, he had to think that that also made it the best.
