Ken moaned and lay back, tugging him so he was on top, weight pushing Ken into the floor. Sweet noises poured from Ken, the slender fingers moving over his back.
"You got any rubbers? 'Cause I don't." He thrust, hips rocking.
Ken gave him a wide smile. "I slipped the box I bought into your bag when we put the groceries in the trunk."
He swatted Ken's ass, the sound sweet and sharp. "You little perv."
Ken gasped and laughed a little breathlessly. "Oh fuck, do it again, Simon."
"You need your ass heated?" He leaned down, tugging the ring in Ken's nipple with his teeth.
Ken jerked, hips going wild against him. "Simon. Fuck. Make me feel it."
He slicked two fingers in his mouth, pushing them deep into Ken's body. "Like this?"
"Yes!"
Ken bucked and started moving, riding his fingers.
"Fucking hot, Ken." He added another finger, free hand opening his jeans.
Ken moaned and rode him harder, fingernails scrapping as he grabbed at Simon's shoulders.
He pushed deep, curled his fingers, cock rubbing against Ken's thigh.
Ken cried out. "There! Oh fuck, again!"
Simon nodded, pegged the kid's gland over and over.
Ken was wild, writhing on his fingers, sliding the hot, sweet cock along his belly, making all sorts of noises.
His own cock was stroking along one smooth thigh, leaving a wet trail.
"Come on, Simon. Fuck me. Please?"
"Grab for the rubbers." His teeth found one nipple, nipped hard.
Ken bucked again and stretched out, reaching for his bag and rummaging through it with one hand.
He kept biting, fingers moving steadily.
A condom was shoved at him, Ken's eyes glazed with pleasure.
"My hands are busy. Put it on."
Ken whimpered, hands trembling as they opened the package and slid it onto his cock.
"Oh. Oh, fuck." He nodded, traded fingers for cock, pushing in deep, a low groan filling the cold air, the old barn creaking.
Ken's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. "Fuck me."
"Yeah." He did, deep and hard, pulling Ken into it. their bodies slamming together.
Ken got louder and louder, screaming by the time the kid's tight little ass started milking his cock, heat spraying between them.
He arched, hips thrusting as he pumped, entire body shaking.
"Fucking sexy," Ken told him, gasping. "Yeah, I am."
Ken laughed, hands sliding on his skin. "Yeah, you're a fucking stud, Simon."
He rolled his eyes. "I meant that I? Was fucking you, sexy." Ken laughed harder, body sliding beneath him.
He chuckled, took a kiss. "You are a nut. Cute, but a nut." "Long as you keep cracking me, Simon."
Ken's arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down for another, longer kiss.
He settled, their tongues soft and hard and slick together. Ken purred and hummed, sliding slowly against him.
"Mmm... Feels good." He relaxed, settled, warm all through.
Ken's hands pet him, fingers tweaking his nipples. "Feels great. Except that you're way out here and Bay's all the way in the house. He's cool, you know. He'd be fine with you sharing the bed with us."
He shook his head. "It's better if I stay out here." Ken pouted. "Please, Simon. You hear me?
Please
."
He reached up and cupped Ken's jaw. "I hear you. You don't understand -- Rick and I were... for long time and I can't. I won't have him riding my ass for this."
"Lovers? You and Rick? We could do a foursome! It would be fun!"
Simon closed his eyes. "No. That's not an option." "I asked
nicely
." Ken rolled away from him.
"You did." Simon gave the kid a grin. "But that doesn't change the fact that Rick doesn't want me in there."
Ken sighed and curled back into him. "But I want you
there. And Bay will, too -- he'll want to watch my face while you fuck me."
He pulled Ken into the curve of his body, kissing the back of Ken's neck. "That sounds hot."
"Uh-huh." Ken moved against him. "The hottest." "Mmm... You glad to be back with Bay?"
"Yeah. Not itching anymore, you know? And he needs me -
- I know he's going to be okay now." Ken gave him a kiss. "Want you, too. I'll talk to Rick, tell him me and Bay want you."
"And if Bay wants you and Rick?" He'd seen the kid's eyes. Ken looked taken aback. "Bay and Rick?"
"Uh. Yes. Bay and Rick."
"Huh. You think? 'Cause Bay doesn't pick guys up, he goes with whoever I choose."
"I saw Rick. I know."
"Well see -- it's perfect then. You can fuck me while Rick does Bay and we'll each have someone to keep our backs warm."
He shook his head. "You don't get it. Rick hates me, Ken. Hates me."
"It's not fair." Ken was almost whining.
"Tell me about it."
"Is he why you won't let me fuck you?" "Nobody ever has but him."
"If you let me, it would erase the ghost of him."
He chuckled, swatted Ken's ass. "Try sounding more sincere."
"Hey, I sincerely want to fuck you, Simon." Ken's ass wriggled back toward his hand.
"And I'm sincerely going to beat your butt."
"Oh, promise?" Ken wriggled again. "I'll remember to say please."
He chuckled, pinching hard. "Smartass."
Ken gave him one of those sweet, satisfying gasps. He licked the sound off Ken's lips.
That earned him another one and Ken was pressing close again, cock growing against him
"Insatiable. How many times have you come today?" Ken shrugged, nipping at his jaw. "Does it matter?"
"It can't be normal." He winked, tugging them together.
Ken giggled and rubbed, fingers finding his nipples and tugging on them. "Normal's overrated."
"Oh, I don't know... There's something to be said for peace and quiet."
Ken gave him a look. "You're in the wrong business if you want peace and quiet."
"I was retiring before your father called me, you know."
"That sounds like the old man. He always gets what he wants. He doesn't care who it inconveniences."
"It's definitely a personality type." He grinned and looked at the twin who was like Jonas, through and through.
Ken's eyes narrowed, the kid backing away. "Are you saying I'm like him? Because I'm nothing like him."
"I said it's his personality. He's always been like that. I've known Jonas a long time." Oh. Sore spot.
"Yeah? Did you know our mother?"
"I met her a few times, yes." She had been beautiful. Delicate. Doomed from the beginning.
"We don't remember her," Ken admitted, looking down at his nipples, fingers still idly playing with them.
"She was very fine, very gentle. She laughed a lot. Your father adored her."
"I hope he loved her more than he loves us." "He was devastated when she died."
"Yeah, yeah. Threw himself into his work. Left his fucking twin boys with a goddamned nanny because he couldn't stand to look at them."
"Would you have wanted him looking after little kids?"
"Yeah, it might have been nice to see him more than at Christmas and birthdays." There was a wealth of bitterness in Ken's voice.
He nodded. "I hear that. My Pop? Was a cop. It seemed like he missed everything."
"Yeah? So how come you went into the same business?"
"It was the only thing I wanted to do and I'm really good at it." And Rick had been in the Academy and he'd wanted to impress the man so bad.
"You know what else you're really good at?" "Shooting and making hamburgers."
"Uh-huh. And fucking me. You're really, really good at that."
"I'm really, really fond of doing it." He winked and took a kiss.
Ken moaned and pressed against him, mouth opening right
up. Simon pushed, taking that sweet fucking mouth, tongue fucking deep. Ken started writhing again, rubbing against him eagerly. He moved, gave Ken something to feel, to rub against. The kid was a firecracker, humping away, licking and kissing, nipping at his mouth.
Simon settled with one hand on Ken's ass, encouraging, kissing, enjoying the kid's passion.
"Gonna let me fuck you, Simon?" "Do you ever give up, Ken?"
"Do you?"
He stilled, Rick suddenly sharp and sure in his mind, the hurt fresh and raw. "Eventually, yeah."
"I haven't yet," murmured Ken, still moving. "You're young."
Ken laughed, head thrown back, body writhing like a sylph. "Beautiful." He licked and bit at Ken's neck.
"Oh fuck! Harder!"
He bit down hard, growling low.
Ken screamed, come splashing between them, hot against his belly.
Humming, Simon pet Ken's back, slow and easy.
Ken slid against the touches, coming down with a moan.
"Come back to bed with me, Simon, I don't want to leave you here all by yourself."
Oh.
He nuzzled in, tasting Ken's salt.
Ken's fingers found his hair, sliding through it, holding his head against Ken's skin.
Oh. Oh, fuck, this felt too fine...
Ken made sweet noises and pet him, mouth open, body moving gently.
Relaxing, Simon eased, letting Ken hold him.
Chapter Nine Ken cuddled with Simon.
It was an interesting experience, cuddling with someone not Bay and Simon was really the only other person he'd done it with.
He liked Simon. He liked Simon a lot.
And not just because Simon could fuck him like an animal and come back and do it again.
And damn it, he wanted Simon to come back to the house and sleep with him and Bay. Ken didn't want to have to choose.
Not that it would really be a choice, Bay needed him and he needed Bay.
But he wanted Simon, too. And he had no objections to Rick joining them either if that's what Bay wanted so he was more than a little ticked Simon was being stubborn about this.
He tugged on Simon's bottom lip with his. Okay, more than a little.
"Come on, Simon," he wheedled when the itch to get back to Bay started at the back of his head. "Come with me."
"You never give up."
Simon looked tired, worn out.
"I told you I didn't." He stroked his fingers beneath Simon's eyes. "You look tired. Come to bed."
"Okay, but if Rick gives me shit, I'm coming back out."
"He gives you shit, I'm going to give him shit right back!" Rick might be the boss of Simon, but the man wasn't the boss of
him
.
"Okay, let me grab my pants." Simon stood, pulled on his sweats and a sweater, pistol strapped on.
"Cool."
Ken popped up and hustled into his own clothes. He didn't want to give Simon a chance to change his mind again.
"Want help carrying your shit?"
"I'll leave it out here." Simon turned off the lantern.