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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He placed another small kiss on Kane’s lips. “Thank you,” he whispered and he saw Kane’s eyes flash before his friend regained control. Ian wondered at it for the shortest of seconds then registered what he felt on the leg he had wedged against Kane’s groin.
His own body responded, swiftly and completely. His heartbeat sped up, his breathing shortened, his skin sensitized. And his cock hardened impossibly. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to calm himself down. He shouldn’t do this, it wasn’t right!
Why? His body asked. Why shouldn’t you? Why not?
Ian stopped. Why would it matter now? Hayden wasn’t his boyfriend anymore! His heart shied away from the newest jab at that thought. But he wasn’t! And Kane and Kenji weren’t together. So… why did it matter?
It doesn’t, he answered himself. He shoved the pain that thought caused to the back of his mind and he swallowed again, looking back up at his friend.
Kane’s body respond to the decision in Ian’s eyes. Kane’s breath hitched, his heartbeat sped up, and cock twitched against Ian’s leg. Kane’s hands flexed, the one in tangled in his hair pulling slightly.
He leaned up and kissed his best friend once more and this time, the intention was clear. This time, neither of them held back. Their tongues danced, lips nipping, and the kiss heated quickly. Kane moved his hand to Ian’s ass and pulled him in, their hard cocks rubbing against each other.
A moan bubbled up in Ian’s throat and he rocked into Kane again. Kane answered with a low groan and rolled them so that Ian was on top. The added weight ground Ian into Kane harder and they both gasped.
“Fuck, Kane,” Ian hissed, rocking his hips again. He tried to calm himself just a little, wanted to, needed to find some sanity. He bent instead to nip at Kane’s lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth. He bit down slightly, drawing a bead of blood and a louder moan from his friend.
He pulled back and licked lightly at the wound then their lips fused again. Kane snaked his hands under the waistband of Ian’s pants and bare hands cupped the firm globes of Ian’s ass. He squeezed again and Ian let another of those low sounds of need slip out.
Ian reached up with one hand and threaded it through the shaggy black mass. He dove in again for another taste and tugged on the hair, tilting Kane’s head for him before attacking once more.
“Fuck, Ian, oh God more…” Kane moaned when Ian pulled back.
Ian released Kane’s hair and braced himself up on one arm. He reached between them and into Kane’s boxers, wrapping his hand around the hard flesh and stroking it. They dove in again for another kiss, this one even hotter and very sloppy. “Fuck, more, want… to feel you…” Kane groaned and Ian pulled back.
He stared at his friend who stared back at him. Time froze, there was no mistaking what he meant. Ian wanted it, God, he wanted it, needed it, even in that moment, but he had to be sure he knew what Kane was saying. “Kane…” He swallowed hard. “Do… you mean—”
Kane nodded. “Please… want you inside me.” The naked need and want in those dark slanted eyes slammed into Ian. The near plea caused a tremor to go through him and it took everything in Ian to just be able to hold his position, much less think.
Ian’s cock twitched at that need and want in Kane’s eyes and he hardened even more, if that was possible. And then his body took over the last vestiges of coherent thought.
“Oh fuck, Kane,” Ian groaned and went back to his friend’s lips. They fought with each other’s clothes – boxers flew and somewhere in there, there was a rip, but neither paid attention. Then skin was against skin, hot, hard cock against cock, and both let moans out.
Kane slid his hands down Ian’s back again, squeezing Ian’s ass once more. He nipped at Ian’s neck, the spot he knew would make Ian and he teased it mercilessly. Ian rewarded it with a long low sound from his throat and a hand cupping Kane’s balls.
Ian squeezed them gently, teasing the sac then ghosted his fingers back over the sensitive skin behind them. Kane’s legs spread wide as Ian’s fingers ventured further, one slim digit sliding into the crack of Kane’s ass. Kane shifted, opening himself more and Ian touched the tight muscles lightly.
The gasp from Kane was loud in the room and they pulled back, staring at each other.
Ian swallowed hard then slid his other hand up under the pillow for the bottle that was always there. He wrapped his hand around it, gripping it tightly but didn’t move at first. Ian’s heart was pounding, his throat dry and his breath short. He tried to swallow around his desert-like throat, but his mouth was just as lacking in moisture.
They hovered there for a minute, suspended, and staring. Both of them were insanely aroused, cocks almost painful in their hardness, both nearly desperate in their need, but there was just enough sanity leaking in to give them pause. “Kane—”
“Boys?” Their mother called through the door and both of them jumped.
They stared at each other again, eyes wide then scrambled for the blanket. Ian moved off of Kane and lay next to him. Kane pulled Ian tightly back up against him, causing both of them to moan quietly when his cock slipped between Ian’s legs. He rocked once, bringing gasps from both of them then Ian felt the sharp pants as he brought himself back under control.
Ian breathed carefully through his nose, forcibly pulling himself together then made sure everything was covered and called out, “Yes, Mom?”
She opened the door and peeked in, her face looking miserable. “I’m… sorry for what happened.”
“It’s… okay, Mom. I mean, it’s not your fault,” Ian said, frowning. He swallowed around the lump as Hayden’s face floated back into the forefront of his mind.
“It kind of is. I sent them back to make sure you were up. I didn’t realize… Well, that you, um….” She trailed off and to Ian’s surprise, his mother blushed and wouldn’t look directly at them.
He blinked and glanced down, but thankfully the tent wasn’t visible. “Mom?”
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