Free Fiction Friday: Jealousy, Part 28

Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂

Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.

If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:

Nightmares and Waking Dreams (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 )
Homework Break (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 )

I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀

Read Part 1 here * Read Part 2 here * Read Part 3 here * Read Part 4 here

Read Part 5 here * Read Part 6 here  * Read Part 7 here * Read Part 8 here

Read Part 9 here * Read Part 10 here * Read Part 11 here * Read Part 12 here

Read Part 13 here * Read Part 14 here * Read Part 15 here * Read Part 16 here

Read Part 17 here * Read Part 18 here * Read Part 19 here * Read Part 20 here

Read Part 21 here * Read Part 22 here * Read Part 23 here * Read Part 24 here

Read Part 25 here * Read Part 26 here * Read Part 27 here

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More?” Ian asked and Hayden nodded. “Should I tell you just how fucking hard I am now? How I wonder what it’s like to fill your ass with my cock, Hayden? Would you like to know how hard I’d fuck you? How my cock feels inside you? Pounding into you?” When Ian only answered this with nearly brutal rocking and downright whimpers, he went a little further. “Would you let me do that? Fuck you hard?” Another drawn out ‘f’ word. “Make you come so much you can’t see?”

More groans came from Hayden’s throat, he bit at Ian’s neck and gripped Ian’s hips rocking, their cocks rubbing, both of them moaning quietly. “Want you, fuck, want you now, Ian… I’m so fucking hard.”

Ian glanced at the clock. Their mom wouldn’t be home for at least a few hours yet. “We’re alone for a while yet, but there’s only one place here we could go.” The bed that he and Kane had had sex in the night before. And for reasons he didn’t want to examine too closely, he didn’t want to do that with Hayden there.

You know, we could just… throw a blanket or two on the floor…,” Hayden suggested, clearly understanding Ian’s hesitation.

Ian moaned at the images that flashed through his brain, and he dropped his head onto Hayden’s shoulder to give himself a second to be able to walk instead of run to the bedroom. He took a deep breath, adjusted himself enough so that standing wasn’t painful and got to his feet. He stepped back and held out a hand.

Kane and Kenji glanced over at them as they stood. “We’re… going to the bedroom,” Ian said. Kane looked at him for a long moment and Ian cleared his throat. “Floor,” was all he said and Kane gave a very short not-quite-nod of confirmation.

When they’d left, Kenji turned back to Kane. “What was that about?”

They’re going in to have sex.” Kane answered, “And they’re avoiding the bottom bunk.”

Ah,” Kenji nodded. “I… can understand. So, is your mom going to be away for a while yet?”

Kane nodded. “A few hours, at least.” He squeezed the ass under his hands. “So… what about that ‘little more’?”

Kenji grinned. “Yes, about that ‘little more’,” he said and dove in for another kiss.

As soon as Ian and Hayden got to the bedroom, Hayden wasted no time stripping the blanket from the top bunk and grabbing the pillow. He tossed them on the floor and turned to Ian.

Ian, meanwhile turned to his dresser and dug out the box he’d stuffed in his drawer. As he handled it, nervousness started to set in. It was one thing to do this with Kane—he didn’t have to worry about how good he was or what he did. He knew Kane would never laugh or anything.

And somewhere deep down, he knew Hayden wouldn’t, either. But he was still nervous, still wanted Hayden to be happy with him, what he—they did. He fumbled with the box, ripping it in his efforts to get the stupid thing open and still hadn’t managed to get it far enough to actually get anything out of it. His hands were starting to shake when Ian plucked the box out of them.

Hayden calmly opened the box and pulled a couple of the condoms out, tossing them down next to the pillow. “Do you have lube?” he asked just as calmly, and Ian had a moment to be annoyed.

How can you be so composed?” Ian couldn’t quite stop the irritation but rather than seem annoyed, Hayden pulled him close. When his arms were wrapped around Ian and he was up against Hayden’s incredible body, the tremor became obvious. “Oh,” he breathed. He looked up into Hayden’s face, at those dark eyes and just… stopped.

God, he did love this boy… man.

He swallowed hard, feeling very briefly like he was somehow betraying Kane, which was ridiculous. They were just friends. Best friends, maybe. And maybe they’d had sex, but they were just friends.

He shook the silly feeling off and leaned up, laying his lips gently on Hayden’s. He felt the emotions coming from Hayden, poured his own into it and hoped Hayden understood it. He could barely breathe for how hard that realization had hit him.

The kiss morphed, heat flared, and what started out as gentle and wondering turned into sharp need quickly. Ian’s cock, which had started to flag with the nervousness hardened fast and he moaned as want flew through his body.

God, Ian,” Hayden moaned. He grabbed at Ian’s shirt, pulling it over his head, Ian returning the favor and separating them for a very few seconds. Then they crashed together again and their tongues fought for dominance as they both attacked belts and buttons. There was a pop somewhere along the way and then the sharp rasp of zippers sounded in a room that was only otherwise occupied by gasps and groans.

And then they were naked and flush up against each other again. “Hayden…” Ian nearly whimpered, incapable of much more when his cock rubbed against Hayden’s. He wrapped a hand around the hard length and stroked it a few times, but Hayden pulled it away.

Won’t last if you do that,” he warned. “Too… worked… up…,” he said between bites and nibbles.

Ian swallowed hard, digging deep for some form of control. He pulled away long enough to dive for the bunk bed and the bottle under the pillow, then was back, and Hayden was pulling him down onto the blanket on the floor. “Want to taste you,” Hayden murmured and then Ian almost shouted at the feel of the warm, wet mouth surrounding him.

Oh fuck Hayden!” Ian managed to keep it a groan instead, unconsciously bucking up into Hayden’s mouth and threading his hands through the thick dark hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It turned into a mantra, a litany of sounds as Hayden sucked and worked him over. Hayden slid his tongue along the underside of Ian’s dick and this moan came out much louder. He stared down at the top of the dark head as it bobbed.

 

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Make sure to check out the rest of the stories from Free Fiction Friday!

 

1 Comment

  1. January 21, 2017    

    Made me instantantly think of “Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become gr.2#e&t82a1; –Mark Twain

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