by Sean Michael
Gay and deep in the closet, then. It was possible Ken had never even kissed another man. Barton's prick jerked, trying to come back to life.
"This is a safe place, Ken." He would never hurt this man, especially not for being gay. He was well aware not all the world was like that.
"It doesn't feel real safe right now, man."
"Because I believe you're gay and said it out loud?"
Ken's chin dipped once.
"Hey, Ken. It's okay." God, tell him this was true. Tell him he had a hungry little virgin.
Leaning in, he took a kiss. Kendall jerked, cock fat and swollen in those tight jeans, lips parting on a gasp. Barton took advantage of that gasp, pushing his tongue into Ken's mouth.
The man stepped back, eyes wide. "Oh, God."
"No, I'm just a man like you."
"I should go. I...I..." There was a wet spot forming on Ken's fresh jeans.
"No, you should stay and let me feed you--body and soul."
"I can't. I...I'm not. I don't kiss men."
"No, I'm not men. I'm a man." He leaned in and took another kiss, proving his point.
He cupped Kendall's head, the short hair tickling his palms, and set to lighting Ken's world on fire. Opening the man's mouth, he fucked those lips with his tongue. Kendall was untried, eyes wide, shocked.
He tilted Kendall's head, slightly, taking the kiss deeper. Fuck, the boy was sweet, minty. Someone had borrowed his toothpaste. Groaning, he slid his tongue along Kendall's, wanting more. Kendall's hands were clenched so tight Barton could hear the bones creaking.
He just kept kissing, determined to get Kendall through this. The man was solid as a rock, firm, all working-man muscles. He slid a hand from Kendall's shoulder down along his pecs, exploring the amazing territory. Tight hard nips, firm pec, a belly like a washboard.
Kendall was fucking stunning. And as untried as a virgin schoolgirl.
Barton moaned into Ken's mouth, wanting the man to know how much he wanted. Even better, he pressed their hips together, letting Ken feel for himself. Those bright green eyes met his, so wide, shocked. He held the gaze, urging Kendall to respond. Come on. Kiss me. Feel me.
Kendall groaned, eyes shimmering, panicked. He bit at Ken's lower lip. The man's hips rolled, cock nudging his. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Ken's right hip and tugged him in closer. Kendall made a wild sound, almost animalistic. Growling himself, he rubbed their hips together, showing the man he was hard, too.
"We can't do this."
"Why not?" They were both consenting adults. Barton didn't see what the problem was.
"I...I'm not..."
"You're not what?" If the man told him gay, Barton was going to have to kiss him again.
"I don't kiss guys. I'm not... I have to keep my job."
"I'm not going to tell anyone."
God, the look of shame and worry in those eyes made Ken want to beat something. Someone.
"Kendall." He growled the man's name out and took another kiss. He held them together, knowing full well that Kendall could yank away if he wanted, but he didn't.
Still kissing, he rubbed against Kendall, giving the man a little frottage. Ken's cock was hard as stone, pressing against him so he slowly worked his hand into the man's pants.
"Oh my God." Kendall's muscles rippled under his hand.
Barton was more than happy to have Kendall think he was a god.
He got a hold of the thick shaft, wrapping his hand around it and pulling. Thick, fat, not terribly long, but a lovely handful. He tugged on it, gaze holding Ken's as he did.
"I..." Ken's chin ducked, his eyes crossing.
Rubbing his finger across the tip of the fine prick, Barton licked at Ken's lips. The press against the damp slit made Kendall jump, shiver and Barton turned his licking into nibbling, keeping Ken's mouth occupied with his own as he teased the lovely cock. Kendall leaked against his fingers, pre-come leaving wet kisses.
He wanted to fucking taste the man, but he wanted to make Kendall come in his hand even more. He needed to see the man come. Tightening his hand, he jacked Kendall more firmly.
"I'm..." Ken shuddered, bucked up, then spunk poured over Barton's fingers.
"Yes!" He kept moving his hand, drawing out Ken's pleasure.
Ken panted, staring at him, eyes rolling in his head. Barton couldn't help but grin, feeling about ten thousand feet tall. He held onto Ken, knowing that bolting was the next line of defense--as soon as the kid came down from his orgasm high. He was going to do his best to make sure that didn't happen.
Ken stared, eyes huge. "I...I...I..."
He blew into Ken's face, a soft stream making Ken stop and breathe. "That was awesome and you smell amazing."
"I have to...do you want a towel?" Always so concerned about not leaving a mess.
"No, honey. We're going to lick my hand clean."
"W...what?"
"I want to see how you taste." Barton gave Ken's prick one last squeeze and brought his hand up to his mouth to lick.
The kid was going to pass out. Those big eyes stared at him like he'd suggested swallowing lighter fluid.
Barton very slowly dragged his tongue along his index finger.
"I... You can't do that," Ken insisted.
"I just did." Barton did it again, too.
Then he held his hand out to Ken, offering the man a taste of his own flavor. Ken stepped back, shaking his head.
"Have you never tasted your own spunk?"
"No!"
Ken's vehemence actually surprised him. Didn't every guy taste his own come at least once as a teenager even if never again?
"That's nasty. Sick," Ken insisted.
Barton growled a little. "You're only saying that because you think you should."
Kendall nodded, shook his head, nodded again. "I'm trying to be good."
Trying to be good? What the hell? That need to hit someone was coming back. "Someone did a number on you, Ken. Sex isn't bad. Being gay isn't bad."
"It's a sin, man, and it'll fuck up your whole life. I...I keep trying not to look."
Oh God. Someone had fed this line of bullshit and the kid had eaten it up. Barton tried not to growl again--it wasn't Ken's fault.
"You know somewhere in your heart that's not true, Ken. You know it."
"Let me get you a towel." Kendall kept watching him, eyes eating him up despite the words coming out of Ken's mouth.
Back to the bathroom would take Ken upstairs, farther from the door. He was taking that as a good sign. "Okay."
"I'll be right back," Ken said before turning and fleeing back up the stairs.
Or maybe Barton would just follow. Which he did, watching Ken's ass closely. Damn, those were some fine glutes. Kendall made his mouth lacquer dry, made him shiver with anticipation.
Un-fucking-tried. Shit, when Ken finally let the dam break, it was going to be amazing and Barton wanted to be there when it happened.
Kendall grabbed the towel, turned around and slammed right into him.
"Oops." He wrapped an arm around Ken so the man wouldn't fall and took the towel from Ken's fingers.
"Sorry. Sorry."
"Relax. It's okay, really. I'm not trying to hurt you. Just the opposite, yeah?" He needed to soothe Ken, ease him.
"I'm just...so embarrassed."
"Why?" Ken had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"I shot on your hand and..."
"I was jacking you off, honey--you shooting was kind of the point." He cleaned his hand off, then tossed the towel aside. "Come and kiss me again, Ken. I know you want to." He held Ken's gaze, refusing to deny this heat between them.
Stepping a touch closer, he silently dared Ken to look away, to back off. Instead of that, Ken just visibly vibrated.
He reached out, resting his hand on Ken's shoulder. The touch earned him a desperate moan, husky and low. Moving in slowly, he gave Ken a chance to lean in and kiss him.
"Oh, God. I'm in so much trouble..." Kendall did it, though, le
aned in and gave him a quick, hard kiss.
"The best kind of trouble, honey." He didn't want Ken to believe that even kissing was bad.
"I should go before I get in more."
"It would be way more fun to stay." He trailed one finger down Kendall's belly. He couldn't wait to do this naked.
"I... S...supper?" Ken suggested.
Barton smiled, nodded. "Yeah. Let's do supper." He could get behind that suggestion. It wasn't running. Lovely. "So what's your favorite?"
"Food? Pizza. Italian. Anything Italian."
"Oh, we can do better than pizza. There's a place that'll deliver good food." Real Italian food.
"I...I eat pizza, burgers, fried chicken." Boy food.
The thought made Barton smile. "We'll get something decadent." Something he could feed Ken.
"Okay, sure. I can put in for the bill."
"This is my treat, Ken. Because you drove me home when you didn't have to."
Kendall pinked, head ducking. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. And thank you."
Kendall looked at him, obviously confused, but willing to let things go.
He went to the phone and found the number for his favorite Italian restaurant, ordering chicken parmigiana and fettuccini alfredo, Caesar salads and tiramisu for dessert. He even had a nice bottle of red they could have with it.
When he hung up, the bedroom was empty, so he went downstairs to his second floor living room and Kendall was there, standing at the window, looking out at the night sky, the city.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He came to stand behind Ken, stepping close but not touching him yet.
"It is. Sparkly."
He could feel Kendall's heat, smell the man's skin. He closed the final distance between them, pressing up against Ken's back.
Kendall stiffened, took a deep, quick breath. "Mr.--"
"Call me Barton." The sir could come later.
"Barton."
He could feel Kendall's ass jerking and jumping against him.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He wrapped one arm around Ken's chest.
"What are you doing?" Ken's heart was pounding, a hammer against his arm.
"Holding you." He waited, eager for the next volley in this game they were playing.
"Why?"
"Because you're hot."
Kendall shook his head and tried to step forward, but Barton held on.
"Who told you being gay was wrong, Ken?" How hard would breaking through that be?
"It doesn't matter. I'm not..."
"Of course it matters, because you are and someone told you that was wrong. Only they were the ones who were wrong. Ken..." It broke his heart that there were still gay men who believed the people who indoctrinated them. It made him furious that a nice, good-looking stud like Ken had been made to feel wrong.
"Don't talk to me like we're friends, man. Like we know each other, because we don't."
"I want to know you, though. You make me want to." Barton wasn't going to be driven away.
"You don't seem like the kind to slum with mechanics."
Barton had to suppress another growl. "You think I'm slumming? That's not what this is about."
"What is it about?"
"It's about me being immensely attracted to you. And I don't believe it's one-sided either." He knew Kendall would have been long gone if it was.
"Do you come on to every man you're attracted to?" Ken asked.
"I've never been attracted to a man the way I'm attracted to you."
"Bullshit." Kendall stepped away. "Don't lie like that."
"Excuse me?" He was going to start growling now. "What the fuck makes you think I'm lying to you? Because I'm not."
"No one is just attracted to me."
He grabbed Ken's hand and pressed it against his cock, which was pushing against his slacks. "What's that then?"
"Oh God." Kendall's fingers curled, cupping him. Measuring him.
Groaning, he pushed into Ken's hand.
"We shouldn't. We really shouldn't do this." Still, Kendall didn't stop touching.
"Yes, we should. It feels really good."
Ken nodded, hand moving, sliding in the perfect rhythm.
"Would be even better without the pants," Barton suggested.
"Shh. This isn't happening."
"It is. And it would be better without pants."
"Someone will come with the food." Up. Down. Up. Down.
Barton groaned. "Now you're being logical?"
"I think so."
His balls drew up. "Don't want to come in them." He really didn't. Even if the main motivation was to feel Ken's hand directly on his prick.
"Should I stop?" Ken moved his hand away.
"No!"
He stepped forward and Kendall's finger unzipped the first inch of his slacks. "You won't tell?"
"Who am I going to tell, Ken?"
"My boss, for one. He'd kick my ass."
"I'm not going to tell anyone, Ken." He couldn't imagine being so scared of being who he was and his heart went out to Kendall.
His zipper went down another inch, then another.
"That's it, baby. Please."
The single "please" got his pants open, his dick in Ken's fingers. Moaning, he pushed into the touch, his hands grabbing hold of Ken's hips to keep himself balanced. The touch was untutored, untried, arousing as fuck.
"Don't stop." It wasn't going to take long.
"I won't. I promise."
Oh, oh fuck, that was sweet.
Barton licked his lips, panting. Ken had delicious calluses, dragging on his skin, teasing him. He wanted to take his time, explore these feelings, the sensations. If they were interrupted, though, it might ruin things, so he let Ken's touches pull him over. Crying out, he jerked, his spunk pouring out over Ken's hand.
"Oh." Ken looked shocked, stunned, incredibly turned on.
He took a quick, hard kiss. "So fucking good."
"I...I'll get the towel."
"There are tea towels in the kitchen. Not to mention, you could try a taste of me." He was going to push Ken every step of the way until the man reveled in who he was.
"I'll be right back."
Well, it had been worth a try. At least Ken was only running as far as the kitchen.
He heard the water running from downstairs, then it stopped. He waited for the towel--he wasn't going to zip back up until he'd cleaned off his prick. It was really too bad Ken wouldn't lick him clean. One step at a time. He could be patient when he had to be.
Ken came back with a kitchen towel, face and hands shiny and damp.
He took the towel and wiped himself clean. "Did you take a taste?"
"What?" Oh, there was guilt there.
"My spunk. Did you taste?" He moved in, not letting Ken run from him.
"I don't..." Ken backed up. "The food should be here soon."
"It should. Are you hungry...for food?"
"Uh-huh." There was a drop of spunk at the corner of Ken's mouth, so tiny. Yes!
Leaning in, Barton licked it away. "We're going to have a wonderful dinner together."
Right on cue the doorbell rang.
"It...it's here."
God, he was having fun. "Perfect timing, wasn't it?" Grinning, he stole another quick kiss before making his way down to the front door.
The restaurant owner's son was there with Barton's food and he gave the kid a big tip, then grabbed the bags, careful to keep them all right-side up. The dessert especially didn't need to be dumped upside down or sideways.
Kendall had followed Barton down and he stood there, looking nervous and worried, perhaps a bit lost.
"They've included utensils, so let's take this up to the third floor and eat in the window seat." It was large and comfy, had an excellent view and was two sets of stairs away from the front door, should Ken get a mind to run again. Not to mention his bed was in the same room.
"I... Okay. Okay, it's your house."
"And you're my guest.
" He nodded, wanting Ken to go ahead of him--the view really was lovely. That sweet little ass rocked from side to side, almost waving at him. Begging for him. He was licking the drool off his lips by the time they got upstairs.
The third floor was private--it held his bed, his toys, somewhere a man could scream all he wanted to.
He pointed to the window seat where Ken had caught him jacking off. Ken's cheeks went pink and his head ducked. Barton just put his hand in the small of Ken's back and moved him toward the window seat. He hadn't had so much fun in years. Maybe ever.
They opened the bags, spreading the food out between them.
"Oh, wow. It looks amazing." For the first time Ken gave him a genuine smile.
"It is. Oh, I forgot the wine. Give me a moment." He slipped back downstairs, grabbing a couple of glasses and two bottles of red.
By the time he got back upstairs, Kendall had put the food out, the look surprisingly classy.
"I thought we could share the parmigiana and the alfredo." He gave Ken the wineglasses, put one bottle down on the floor and opened the other.
"I...I've never had wine," Ken confessed.
"No? Let me guess--you're more of a beer man?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I mean, I'll try it. I can."
He poured the two glasses of wine and took one from Ken for himself. "It's good with the food."
Ken sniffed it. "Is it? It smells like medicine."
"Like medicine?" He frowned and sniffed. No, it smelled right. He tasted it. It was good.
Ken tried a sip, licking his lips. "Oh, that's...different."
Chuckling, he sat across from Ken. Kendall wouldn't meet his eyes, handing him a plate.
"You don't have to be ashamed with me." He spoke the words softly, trying not to spook Ken.
"I just... I should have just dropped you off at the door."
"Except I didn't want that. I wanted you to come in. I want to make love to you, Ken. You're a stud. Just the kind of stud that I'm attracted to."
"You shouldn't say things like that. What if I freak out?"
"You kind of already did, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Look at those cheeks blush.
"So we got that out of the way, let's just enjoy the rest of the evening."
Kendall worked on his food, taking sips of the wine every now and again.
"How's the food?" He was going to get Ken to engage with him, damn it.
"It's amazing. The best I've ever had. Honest."