Free Fiction Friday: Jealousy, Part 10

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

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He kept his eyes closed, trying to will the color out of his cheeks again. He was infinitely grateful in that moment that his hair covered at least half of his face. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth in a vain attempt at finding some calm.

“Kane?” Hayden asked and Ian nodded. He opened his eyes to see a pensive look on Hayden’s face.

“He’s not my boyfriend. You are,” Ian said quietly.

Hayden looked back at him and smiled. “It’s okay.” He shifted in his seat and leaned forward, reaching up and brushing the bangs out of Ian’s face, then closing the last bit of distance. Their lips met and this kiss wasn’t chaste. This kiss wasn’t light. Hayden’s tongue traced a line along Ian’s bottom lip, asking for entrance and Ian opened to him.

It heated fast. Ian lifted his hands to frame Hayden’s face, and he, too, leaned in. Someone let out a quiet moan and Hayden slid his arms around to Ian’s back, pulling him as close as possible within the awkwardness of the car. They shifted until Ian was stretched across Hayden’s lap, arms wrapped around each other, lips still fused.

They broke apart for air, both panting heavily. Neither noticed the windows steaming nor cared. Their mouths crashed back together, tongues dancing again. More quiet moans, hands wandered and frustrations increased.

When they pulled back again, Hayden reached down and slid the seat as far back as it would go and Ian shifted again, straddling Hayden. He laid the seat down and then they were crushed against each other again. He wrapped his arms around Ian again, the Ian’s arms bracing him against the seat.

Ian ground his incredibly hard cock down into Hayden’s earning him a ridiculously loud moan this time. Hayden slid his hands down to cup Ian’s ass and pulled Ian even tighter against him. They moved together, bodies straining. “Oh God, Hayden…” Ian moaned.

“Oh yeah…” he whispered. “Fuck, Ian, you feel good. Oh God…” The words trailed off to a long moan, their groins pressing into each other harder.

“Mmm. Yes. You too…,” he managed. Ian couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He’d lost all sense of place and time. The only thing he knew was Hayden’s body against him, the feel of that hard cock rubbing against his own even through the layers of fabric. He pulled back, resting his forehead on Hayden’s shoulder before he embarrassed himself and came right there in his pants.

“Fuck…” Hayden whispered, his breath coming in harsh gasps. “Ian…” he moaned then one of his hands came around and cupped Ian’s cock. He rubbed his palm along the length, pulling even more sounds from Ian’s throat.

“Fuck, Hayden, stop, oh God, stop… I’ll… I’m going…” he didn’t get to finish what he was going to say. Hayden pulled him back down, capturing his lips again in a kiss, but slowed his hand.

Ian took one of his own hands and pushed it between them, rubbing Hayden’s cock through the thick denim. He gripped it tightly, and Hayden pulled back from the kiss, gasping. He scrambled for the button of his jeans. “Touch me, please…,” he nearly begged.

Ian’s hand dove into the jeans, his fingers dancing over the hard length. Their lips met again, the kiss sloppy and hot and Ian’s own button came open, then the harsh rasp of the zipper sounded as it was lowered. When the cool air in the Jeep met Ian’s hot flesh as Hayden pulled his cock out, he hissed. “Fuck.”

Ian scrambled for the zipper on Hayden’s jeans then finally managed to get his dick out, too. Their hands moved over each other’s cocks, letting out loud pants that filled the air, breath hot on each other’s faces. “Oh God, Ian… I’m… fuck, I’m close…” Hayden moaned loudly. He yanked his t-shirt up and out of the way, his back arched and Ian watched his face twist. “Fuck now, oh God, now! Ian!” he shouted and Ian savored the feel of the cock jumping in his grip as the thick cum shot out over his hand and Hayden’s chest. He kept his hand going, drawing it out as long as he could, giving as much pleasure as possible.

The vision alone would have been enough, but when Hayden’s fingers tightened around Ian’s hard length, it was almost too much and he lost it too. The climax roared through him, stealing breath and sight. “Hayden! Ohhh fuck!” His body shook and shuddered, and Hayden’s hand milked the last few drops of cum from him as he rode out his orgasm.

Ian slumped down onto Hayden, resting his head on Hayden’s shoulder. Hayden’s arms came around him and held on as their breathing and hearts slowed.

Ian swallowed hard, half afraid to look up into his boyfriend’s face. What must he think? They’d been together barely twenty four hours and they were practically having sex. God, he must seem desperate and slutty and… He licked his lips and braced himself then slowly looked up.

And before he could even register the look on Hayden’s face or anything else, there were lips on his again. He placed a soft gentle kiss on Ian’s lips and it stole Ian’s breath once more. Hayden slid one hand from Ian’s back and brushed at the brown hair, pushing it back off of Ian’s face. They broke apart and Hayden smiled, almost sheepishly.

Ian puzzled over it. “H…Hayden?”

“I hadn’t meant to push you into something like this, this soon,” he murmured.

Ian blinked. “You didn’t push…” His cheeks colored. “I didn’t exactly resist,” he muttered. “More like acted like a slut.” Ian started to bury his face in the shoulder under him, but Hayden stopped him, tilting his chin up.

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