gave away to good, Ken knowing how to crook those fingers to hit his gland.
"Oh, fuck, I can't wait, Bay. Please?"
He nodded again, heart pounding, hands opening and closing. He screamed as Ken pushed in, not because it hurt but because it was Ken. Oh, his Ken, inside him, filling him, pounding into him. He started crying, something inside him breaking open. He'd been so scared he'd never see Ken again, never see the one person he couldn't live without.
Ken fucked him long and hard, pounding into him, making the chair rattle on the floor and it felt so good, so there and solid and real. Ken shouted out his name, jerking into him and filling him with heat before collapsing onto his back.
He moaned, hand finding Ken's, twisting their fingers together and holding on tight. He wasn't ever going to let go. Ken pulled out and helped him up and he felt like his legs were going to go out from under him.
"Bay? You okay?"
"Tired. Can't sleep right without you."
Ken nodded and helped him to the sofa. He curled up with his head on Ken's thigh, Ken's fingers sliding through his hair. His own hand was wrapped around Ken's leg.
Nope. Never ever letting go.
His eyes closed and everything slowly went black.
***
Simon was proud of himself.
He'd lasted six hours in the cabin with Rick before he grabbed his stuff and moved to the barn loft.
He had a little lantern and a cold weather sleeping bag and a thermos of coffee and his binocs. This was doable. Way more doable than staying inside with an ex-lover and the twins, even if it was cold. If there weren't any problems in two weeks, he was gone.
He turned the lantern on low, opened his book -- some murder mystery -- and started reading.
Around page twenty, the barn door creaked.
He grabbed his pistol, shifted back into the shadows and watched. If it was Simon, he was going to shoot the man.
It wasn't Rick's voice that called for him though. It was Ken's. "Simon? I know you're in here somewhere."
"Ken? What's wrong?" He holstered his pistol.
Ken came up the ladder to the loft, wide smile on his face. "Hey, Simon. Wanna fuck?"
"Aren't you supposed to be with your brother?" He shook his head, grinned.
Ken rolled his eyes. "Bay's still asleep. Probably going to sleep all night and into tomorrow. Rick said 'cept for dozing in the car he hardly slept the whole time." Ken stood next to his makeshift bed. "Gonna let me in before something freezes off?"
He lifted one edge of the blankets, let Ken in. "Does Rick know where you are?"
"Told him I was coming to see you."
Ken stepped out of his sneakers and scooted in with him, wriggling and pulling off the T-shirt and sweatpants as soon as he was under the blankets.
"Gonna let me fuck you tonight?"
"Do you ever give up?" Simon chuckled, shook his head. "You're something else."
"I'm eventually going to wear you down, baby!" Ken grinned and rubbed up against him, the move growing more and more familiar.
He laughed, pulled Ken closer. "Be careful or I'll make you go grocery shopping again."
Ken shuddered dramatically. "Couldn't you beat me instead?"
They both laughed together as their lips met, his tongue
pushing into Ken's mouth. Ken moaned, hands sliding into his hair and tilting his head, sucking on his tongue. The passion was still there, the panic faded. Desperation gone. It was good. Damned good.
Ken moaned and lay back, tugging him so he was on top, weight pushing Ken into the floor. Sweet noises poured from Ken, the slender fingers moving over his back.
"You got any rubbers? 'Cause I don't." He thrust, hips rocking.
Ken gave him a wide smile. "I slipped the box I bought into your bag when we put the groceries in the trunk."
He swatted Ken's ass, the sound sweet and sharp. "You little perv."
Ken gasped and laughed a little breathlessly. "Oh fuck, do it again, Simon."
"You need your ass heated?" He leaned down, tugging the
"Oh, fuck, I can't wait, Bay. Please?"
He nodded again, heart pounding, hands opening and closing. He screamed as Ken pushed in, not because it hurt but because it was Ken. Oh, his Ken, inside him, filling him, pounding into him. He started crying, something inside him breaking open. He'd been so scared he'd never see Ken again, never see the one person he couldn't live without.
Ken fucked him long and hard, pounding into him, making the chair rattle on the floor and it felt so good, so there and solid and real. Ken shouted out his name, jerking into him and filling him with heat before collapsing onto his back.
He moaned, hand finding Ken's, twisting their fingers together and holding on tight. He wasn't ever going to let go. Ken pulled out and helped him up and he felt like his legs were going to go out from under him.
"Bay? You okay?"
"Tired. Can't sleep right without you."
Ken nodded and helped him to the sofa. He curled up with his head on Ken's thigh, Ken's fingers sliding through his hair. His own hand was wrapped around Ken's leg.
Nope. Never ever letting go.
His eyes closed and everything slowly went black.
***
Simon was proud of himself.
He'd lasted six hours in the cabin with Rick before he grabbed his stuff and moved to the barn loft.
He had a little lantern and a cold weather sleeping bag and a thermos of coffee and his binocs. This was doable. Way more doable than staying inside with an ex-lover and the twins, even if it was cold. If there weren't any problems in two weeks, he was gone.
He turned the lantern on low, opened his book -- some murder mystery -- and started reading.
Around page twenty, the barn door creaked.
He grabbed his pistol, shifted back into the shadows and watched. If it was Simon, he was going to shoot the man.
It wasn't Rick's voice that called for him though. It was Ken's. "Simon? I know you're in here somewhere."
"Ken? What's wrong?" He holstered his pistol.
Ken came up the ladder to the loft, wide smile on his face. "Hey, Simon. Wanna fuck?"
"Aren't you supposed to be with your brother?" He shook his head, grinned.
Ken rolled his eyes. "Bay's still asleep. Probably going to sleep all night and into tomorrow. Rick said 'cept for dozing in the car he hardly slept the whole time." Ken stood next to his makeshift bed. "Gonna let me in before something freezes off?"
He lifted one edge of the blankets, let Ken in. "Does Rick know where you are?"
"Told him I was coming to see you."
Ken stepped out of his sneakers and scooted in with him, wriggling and pulling off the T-shirt and sweatpants as soon as he was under the blankets.
"Gonna let me fuck you tonight?"
"Do you ever give up?" Simon chuckled, shook his head. "You're something else."
"I'm eventually going to wear you down, baby!" Ken grinned and rubbed up against him, the move growing more and more familiar.
He laughed, pulled Ken closer. "Be careful or I'll make you go grocery shopping again."
Ken shuddered dramatically. "Couldn't you beat me instead?"
They both laughed together as their lips met, his tongue
pushing into Ken's mouth. Ken moaned, hands sliding into his hair and tilting his head, sucking on his tongue. The passion was still there, the panic faded. Desperation gone. It was good. Damned good.
Ken moaned and lay back, tugging him so he was on top, weight pushing Ken into the floor. Sweet noises poured from Ken, the slender fingers moving over his back.
"You got any rubbers? 'Cause I don't." He thrust, hips rocking.
Ken gave him a wide smile. "I slipped the box I bought into your bag when we put the groceries in the trunk."
He swatted Ken's ass, the sound sweet and sharp. "You little perv."
Ken gasped and laughed a little breathlessly. "Oh fuck, do it again, Simon."
"You need your ass heated?" He leaned down, tugging the
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