Welcome back to Nightmares and Waking Dreams. A remind that this is a prequel to Turning His Life Around, so if you haven’t read it, you might want to go check it out.
Also, a reminder that Ian and Kane are underage here. If that will bother you, I understand. They’re teenagers. Young, yes, but teenagers, learning about each other and themselves.
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Which reminded him that he’d been basically ignoring his friend’s straining length. Having never done it to anyone else before, he tried to do what he would do to himself. The angle made it nearly impossible, but he hoped that the fact that it was a different hand doing it would make up for any lack of finesse.
A moment later, when Kane gave a quiet groan, he figured he was doing something right. The skin, however, was pulling and he wondered if it was getting uncomfortable. He usually used lotion on himself when he did it. “Kane, wait,” he whispered.
“What?” Kane asked, the whisper loud enough to make Ian wince.
“Shh! Do you want to wake Mom?” Kane inhaled sharply. “Now, wait a second. I…” he gulped. “I usually use a little bit of lotion.”
“Oh. Hang on,” Kane said. He pulled his hand out of Ian’s pajama pants and Ian tried to fight the whimper that wanted to escape. He failed, but Kane didn’t laugh, so he relaxed and waited. A few seconds later, Kane pushed a small bottle into his hands.
“Oh.” Duh. Ian realized Kane had probably figured it out too. Ian opened the cap with a shaky hand and squeezed a bit of the lotion onto his palm. He made a fist to warm it up a little and flipped the cap back into place then handed the bottle back to Kane.
He swallowed hard to try to calm down a little bit and moved to slip his hand back under the edge of Kane’s shorts, but now it was Kane’s turn to say, “wait.”
Ian’s breath hitched, but he managed to keep from making noise. He heard fabric rustling that seemed to take forever, but was probably only a minute at most. Then Kane wrapped a hand around Ian’s wrist and pulled on it. And Ian realized that Kane had taken the boxers off. He fisted his hand around Kane’s length again, but then he felt his friend’s hands tugging on his own pants.
He wiggled around until they were down and he kicked them off toward the end of the bed. He had a brief moment to think that he couldn’t believe he was doing this, then a lotion-covered hand was back on his cock and he couldn’t do much thinking after that. He hadn’t even heard Kane open the lotion bottle, but Kane’s hand was slick as it moved over Ian’s cock, so he must have.
Neither said anything for a few moments as they both worked at the other’s cock, sliding their hands along the hard lengths, breaths gasping harshly. Ian moved his hand up over the end, palming the tip and Kane let out his own quiet “fuck” into the darkness. Ian groaned at the way his body reacted to the sound of his friend’s voice, especially with what they were doing.
Then Kane slowed a little. “Ian, scoot forward a little.” The whisper came out of the dark. Ian blinked into the blackness, but did as his friend asked, their cocks rubbing together once more. He moved his hand away a moment, but when he went to put it back, Kane’s hand was already hovering right there.
“Wait. I…” Kane cleared his throat. “Just…” he didn’t finish, didn’t say why Ian should wait, but it became clear a moment later when Kane’s hand wrapped around both of them at the same time.
“Holy shit, Kane!” Ian moaned much louder than he meant to. Kane covered Ian’s mouth with another kiss, undoubtedly to hold in the sounds.
Ian reached down without even thinking about it and added his hand to their cocks and the two of them together started moving. He never noticed when their hips moved too, but then they were rocking into each other, lips locks, hands fisted around both cocks.
After everything else, it was too much. Ian pulled back from the kiss, remembering himself just enough to keep quiet. “Oh God, Kane. Fuck…” he groaned quietly, hips pistoning, his cock sliding along Kane’s and he heard an answering moan next to him.
“Ian…” Kane’s quiet voice let out and Ian knew what was coming.
“Me, too…” he whispered and sure enough a moment later his friend’s body tensed and the warm liquid spilled over his hand and hit his chest, which triggered his own release. The orgasm ripped through him, harder and stronger than anything he’d ever felt in his life. He bit his tongue to keep from making sound, but he had a feeling something got out, anyway. His own cum hit his chest and even he even got a bit on his chin.
Finally, he slumped down, his forehead against Kane’s, both of them breathing raggedly. Kane gave him a quick peck of a kiss, then Kane leaned back. The bunk shook slightly as Kane moved then came back with boxers in hand. He rubbed them over Ian’s chest and he realized Kane was cleaning them up. The air moved as Kane tossed them over him onto the floor; then Kane wrapped his arms around Ian and pulled him in.
They lay there in silence for a moment, both absorbing what just happened. “Do you think you can sleep now?” Kane asked, quietly.
Ian’s eyes widened. So, Kane had noticed. “Um…” he started but Kane cut him off.
“I know why you went back to your own bunk. Don’t worry so much about it.” Kane said, quietly. “I… would rather you stayed here.”
He swallowed hard and nodded then remembered Kane couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I can sleep now,” he said quietly and tightened his own arm around his friend.
Neither said anything more that night, but Ian wondered just how much their friendship had changed because of what they’d done. He never would have imagined that almost twenty years later, they’d still be best friends, still be together, and he’d be completely in love with the other man. And that that night had probably been the beginning of it.
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