Confusion is another relatively short prequel to Turning His Life Around that features Kenji (YAY! Kenji is my favorite! -Mr. Grace) and Ian primarily and helps establish more of their prior relationship after Kenji left to join the military.
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Our apologies for this chapter of Free Fiction Friday being delayed. Life waits for no person.
They’d decimated the pizza. Boxes and plates made a mess all over the coffee table. Ian was sprawled across the couch, head in Kenji’s lap. And the Borg had taken over the Enterprise D.
“Now, see, I can’t imagine Data would much care if he has sex with a guy or a girl,” Kane said, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Seems to me that as an android—even with feelings now, he wouldn’t have any preconceived notions about gender.”
“Well, he’s had sex once, remember, and that was with a woman,” Ian pointed out.
“Yeah, but that was only because she propositioned him,” Kenji reminded them. “Either way, Data’s hot. I wonder how he is in bed.”
Kane snorted. “He’s… how did it go? ‘Programmed in multiple techniques.’”
All three of them laughed. “Which begs the question of how his creator was in bed…” Ian mused then chuckled when the other two did. “Honestly, the only one out of the command crew I wouldn’t be interested in is Worf.” Ian shuddered. “Well, and Troi and the doctor, but…”
Kenji raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for a racist.”
Ian quickly shook his head. “No, no. It has nothing to do with color. Jordi’s hot, too, in my opinion. No, it’s all that violence and pain.” He shuddered again. “Not my thing at all. At least, to be on the receiving end.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Kenji said, nodding.
“That probably wouldn’t bother me,” Kane said, thoughtfully.
Ian snorted. “Of course not. You practically get off just from having your hair pulled.”
Kane scowled down at him but Kenji chuckled. Kane turned to his friend. “What?”
“Well, you do.” To demonstrate, Kenji reached up, grabbed a fistful of spikes and tugged.
Kane moaned, then blushed at the looks from the other two. “What? You like your hair pulled, too.” Kane returned the favor, dragging a quiet groan from Kenji in response.
“You’re both nuts. Rough is one thing, pain is another.” Ian shook his head again.
“Yeah, but you don’t mind dishing it out to us, do you?” Kenji asked, playing with Ian’s hair.
“Um…” Ian blushed, leaving the question unanswered. There were corresponding snorts from the other two.
Kenji grinned down at Ian, then lifted Ian’s hand and dropped a kiss on the knuckles. Ian smiled up at him and kissed the back of Kenji’s hand in return. He met the hazel eyes and paused at the look in them. He’d seen that look before, but he didn’t want to remember those eyes, didn’t want to think about the person they belonged to—Hayden. And it was that precise person that had him hesitating now at the emotion in Kenji’s eyes. He didn’t know if he was ready for that yet, and he really wasn’t sure he could handle loving someone so far away—and at so much risk. He turned his attention back to the TV, trying to focus on the Borg and push the questions away.
Kenji swallowed when Ian turn to the screen and worked to keep his disappointment at bay. He knew better. Hayden hadn’t even been gone a year yet. He knew he needed to give Ian room, time to get over it. He shifted his attention to Kane and watched as his friend grinned at something on the screen. He reached out and took Kane’s free hand and held it, Kane squeezing as he did so.
Kane looked over at him and leaned in to kiss him. Kenji’s eyes slid closed and he savored the feel of the lips against him. He let go of Kane’s hand and threaded his own through the spiky hair and Kane moaned softly into the kiss. Kenji deepened it, his tongue tracing Kane’s lips and Kane opened to him, tongues sliding, both getting lost in the taste.
Kenji did his best to keep emotion out of the equation, but he doubted he succeeded. He knew that Kane didn’t feel for him the way he felt for Kane, but he couldn’t help it. He’d figured out a while back that they didn’t feel the same. Kane was still trying to decide if he could love and Kenji hadn’t wanted to push because he didn’t want to lose out on what he could get.
They’d agreed that they weren’t ‘boyfriends,’ but that had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He wanted Kane and, since then, he realized that he was just as messed up over Ian, though he didn’t understand it. He knew that you couldn’t love two people the same, or that’s what he thought, but if he’d been put on the spot about it, he wouldn’t have been able to say who he felt more for.
He just knew he did—for both of them. And as the kiss heated with Kane, even with Ian in his lap, he wanted—wanted Kane, wanted to—and did, love this man. Kane pulled back and Kenji met the dark eyes, taking in the stunned expression.
“Kenji?” Kane asked and Kenji just closed the distance and kissed Kane again, knowing from experience that if he kept it physical, Kane would let it go.
So he kissed more, lost himself in Kane’s taste for a long moment, and when they broke apart, he forced himself to turn back to the movie and just take Kane’s hand. He ignored the confused look sent his way and a minute later, Kane turned back to the TV, as well.
He managed to get back into the movie and put his annoying emotions away. All three of them spent the rest of the movie making comments, cheering and booing in turn, and when the credits rolled, Ian sat up and stretched. “Well, Kane, why don’t you help Kenji unpack? I cleared the two bottom drawers for him and there’s space in the closet. I’ll clean up here, take care of the laundry and stuff?”
Kane grinned. “Okay. Come on, Kenji, let’s get you settled.”