The Way Things Are by A.J. Thomas

hips, just far enough to free his erection. He stroked himself with shaking fingers. “I don’t have a condom. Or lube. Knowing Corbin, there’s probably something in the desk. I can’t think of what else he’d actually use a desk for.” Patrick shook his head helplessly.
    Ken chuckled and dug a tiny bottle of lube and a foil packet out of his pocket. “You’re here as security, but I’m not.” He held both out to Patrick.
    “Are you sure?” Patrick asked. “I wouldn’t mind bottoming. Not at all, in fact.”
    Ken shook his head. “I want to, but I want you to fuck me more. Please? Before I come to my senses?”
    “Yes,” Patrick breathed. He ripped open the packet and rolled the condom down over his cock. It was snug but not too tight. Ken had turned toward the desk, working his pants down and bracing himself. Patrick squeezed the lube over his fingers and stroked around Ken’s puckered entrance. He shoved his hand under Ken’s shirt, rubbing the smooth skin underneath softly, then slowly inserted his index finger to begin stretching Ken.
    Patrick was surprised when Ken’s sphincter didn’t contract around his finger. Ken pushed back against him, and his back vibrated under Patrick’s fingers as he chuckled.
    “It’s not like I’m new at this,” Ken whispered, his tone husky.
    Feeling bolder, Patrick inserted another finger, gave Ken a moment to adjust, and then added another. He turned his fingers a little, tapping against the nub of Ken’s prostate.
    Ken slapped the desk and hissed in a long, slow breath.
    “Are you ready?” Patrick asked, stroking his finger inside Ken again.
    Ken nodded. He tried to say something, but it came out as more of a choked squeak than a word. The sound was so hot it made Patrick’s balls ache. He pulled his fingers out carefully and squirted the rest of the lube into Ken’s gaping hole, then lined himself up. He set his feet a bit wider to account for the few inches of height he had on Ken, then rocked himself forward carefully. It was all he could do to hold on until he was fully sheathed in Ken’s slick, tight ass. He tried to hold still for a moment, to give Ken’s body time to relax, but Ken shoved back, insistent, and Patrick just couldn’t hold back anymore.
    He pulled out a little and thrust back inside. He leaned close to Ken’s body and sank in deeper still, running his hand from the small of Ken’s hips to his shoulder. From there, he reached around Ken’s waist and wrapped his fingers around Ken’s cock again. Patrick was relieved Ken was getting hard again. He shifted the angle of each thrust slightly until he felt the flared head of Ken’s cock swell as he thrust in. Confident that he’d gotten the angle right, he picked up the pace, driving himself in and out of Ken’s welcoming body fast.
    “Right there!” Ken cried.
    Patrick leaned close nuzzled against his ear. Ken dropped his head to the desk and bent farther.
    Patrick used his grip on Ken’s shoulder to pull his body back, impaling him on his cock hard. He paused, buried balls deep inside him, and relished the feel of hot skin against his thighs. It had been far too long since he’d touched anyone, too long since he’d had a chance to steal even a few moments of his life for himself. He didn’t stand a chance of making this last. He stroked Ken as fast as he could, breaking the rhythm he’d set with each thrust.
    The tightening started deep in his balls, coiling like a spring until the pressure nearly made him scream. He came hard, riding out the strongest shockwave deep inside Ken’s body. He collapsed against Ken’s back as his release jolted through his body, panting as he tried to keep stroking Ken’s cock. The slick warmth of Ken’s come dripped over his knuckles and Patrick grinned, glad that Ken had managed to get off again. He wiped some of the come onto the head of Ken’s softening cock and stroked his thumb over the slit, eliciting a few gasps and tremors from Ken