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:
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. 😀
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Not a muscle twitched, not so much as a harsh breath broke the silence in the room. The quiet hum of the ancient, tiny digital alarm clock could even be heard by the two lying on the bed as they contemplated fate and choices. The headlights of a car skimmed across the off-white plaster ceiling and still the two on the bottom of the bunk beds didn’t move.
Ian didn’t think there was anything specific that prompted it. No sudden noise, no shifting of eyes or movement of limb. Nothing in particular started it that he could tell.
But they went from staring at each other to locked lips, tangled limbs, pulling hair and grinding bodies in the space of those few seconds. The suspense broke, along with their resolve. Ian’s hand went into shaggy black locks and pulled. Kane moaned loudly, lost to the pain and the resulting desire. His cock swelled, he bucked into Ian and in response, Ian nipped hard at his throat.
Ian pulled back, looking at the mark then dove in to tongue over it. Kane scratched his nails down Ian’s back, hands landing on his ass and pulling him in even closer, rubbing their cocks together through the thin fabric of boxers and pajamas.
Another groan was let out, though Ian wasn’t sure from whom and their mouths crashed back together again. Tongues and teeth, nips and bites, the kiss was anything but gentle or sweet. It was hard, it was demanding and both gave in to those demands.
Ian rocked into Kane and Kane flipped over onto his back, pulling his friend with him. His legs spread, his hips rocked and Ian’s moan was only muffled by the lips that captured his again at the last second.
“Please, Ian…” Kane begged and his hands slipped under the waistband of Ian’s pants. The warm palms cupped soft skin and if there had been any thoughts of resistance, it was officially gone. Ian pulled back and shoved his pants down, wiggling around enough to get them off. Kane grabbed at his own waistband, and a moment later, his boxers joined the pants at the bottom of the bed.
Another pause, another suspended moment as the reality of what they were about to do came home to them then Ian dove in for another of those insane kisses. Hot flesh met from shoulder to toes and both of them released sounds of dark need. One of Kane’s hands found its way around their straining desperate cocks and stroked them together.
“Fuck, Kane…” Ian hissed, Kane’s cock jumping at the word. “If you…” he had to pause and gather his wits. “If you do that, I won’t manage much else.”
Kane let go and his hand went immediately under the pillow. He shoved the bottle at Ian and spread his legs wider. “Please…” it was the only word that made it out coherently, though other sounds accompanied it. Cocks rubbed as Ian struggled with the bottle and both of them panted hard in an effort to find basic oxygen.
“Kane… are you sure you want me to…” Ian managed that much before Kane let out a frustrated groan.
“God, yes, now!” Was the response and Ian gave up the last thoughts of sanity. He poured the liquid over his fingers, using way too much, but he didn’t care at that point.
He sent up a prayer of thanks for the magazines Kane had shown him at the bookstore that gave him just the tiniest of clues about what he was doing and he ran his slicked up finger over the tight muscle he finally found. Kane’s gasp told him he was in the right place and he rubbed the liquid over his friend’s entrance. He slowly pushed a finger in, momentarily distracted by the feel of it.
“Holy fuck, Kane, that’s tight…” Ian swallowed hard, briefly afraid. He missed the twitch of his friend’s cock over his language, he was so distracted. How the hell was it supposed to fit?
“It… fuck, it stretches.” Kane moaned as Ian’s finger slid farther in and brushed something. Ian paused and brought the fingertip back to it, gliding the pad back over the slightly smoother spot. “Oh fuck Ian…”
Ian’s own dick twitched hard at the word and he forced his attention back to the body under him. He pulled his finger out and added more of the liquid to them then pushed two back into his friend. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what he’d read and seen, but he drew a complete blank. He swallowed around his dry throat and did his best to work his fingers around. Once more he pulled them back and added liquid. Three fingers, this time, he tried and though they went in, Kane’s tensed.
“Relax,” Ian muttered, “or it’ll hurt.” He remembered that much, then he paused, stilling. “Unless you want to stop…” Ian started, but Kane grabbed his free wrist.
“Don’t. It burns a little, but… don’t please.” He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes and a moment later, the muscles around Ian’s fingers started to ease.
Ian pushed them in further, working them around then pulled back again. He looked from his fingers to his own cock and forced himself to ignore his fears. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers, but there was nothing for it. He glanced up and saw that Kane’s own dick was softer and he worried about that, then, too.
Shit. This is going very bad, very quickly. Ian paused for just a moment to collect himself. It didn’t have to, this could still be good for both of them. He took a deep breath then opened his eyes. He flipped the cap on the bottle and made sure he was thoroughly coated, again using more than he needed to. He took some of the excess and wiped it around Kane’s entrance again, then moved into position.
He wondered briefly if they should try a different position, but the look in Kane’s eye told him he’d need the eye contact. He lined up, his gaze on his best friend’s, took another deep breath and started to push into the tight heat.
“Oh… my… God, Kane!” His eyes slid closed without his permission and his breathing shortened. He hadn’t even managed to get past the ring of muscle. He’d be lucky if he didn’t go off an inch in. He swallowed hard again, trying desperately to think of something, anything else.
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