by Sean Michael
Moaning, he let Ken hear what that suction was doing to him. That served to make Ken work harder, pull harder.
"Yes. Fuck." He began jerking, losing control as he got closer and closer.
Finally Kendall grabbed him tight, demanding his orgasm.
"Baby!" He cried out, hips jerking as his come pumped out of him.
Kendall took it, took him in, sucking him down.
"Oh yeah. So good at that."
Kendall had taken to it like a fish to water. Cleaning his cock, Ken let it slip from his lips.
"All right, my lovey man. Let's get upstairs."
"I need you." Ken nearly whimpered out the words.
"I know." Barton helped Ken up and took his hand, leading him up the stairs. He loved how the plug made Ken walk, almost bow legged. "Sexy man."
Upstairs, Barton pushed Ken toward the bed.
Ken shoved his shoes off, his uniform. Barton undressed more slowly, pulling his shirt off first. It didn't take any time for Ken to be naked and then his boy reached for the cock ring holding that dripping cock from taking the orgasm that Ken so desperately wanted.
"I don't think so." His words stopped Ken cold. "That's for me to take off."
Kendall moaned, lips parted as he panted. Barton moved slowly, fingers touching Ken's prick, tracing it.
"Take it off," Ken demanded.
"I will." Barton was going to take his time, though. First he wanted to fuck Kendall with that plug. "Hands and knees on the bed."
"What?"
"Get on the bed and assume the position. I'm going to give you the relief you need--fuck you with that bad boy."
Ken stared at him, lips open, obviously completely shorted out. Barton took Ken's arm and tugged him over to the bed, pushed him down. His baby let him move that sweet ass, get Kendall up on hands and knees.
"You are fucking stunning, Ken."
"Please. Need you."
"You've got me right here." He grabbed onto the base of the plug and twisted it inside Ken's body.
Ken cried out, body curling.
"Poor, needy lover." Barton pulled the plug partway out, twisted it again, then pushed it back in.
Kendall's thighs were spread, balls swinging, his hips starting to rock.
"That's it, baby. You take what you need." Barton stopped teasing and began fucking Kendall with the plug, banging it in deep.
He dripped lube along Ken's crack, slicking the way, and that earned him a wild, near-hysterical cry.
Shifting the angle of the plug until he got another one of those cries, he knew he'd found Ken's gland. Then he kept it right there, pushing against that spot every time he pushed the plug back into Ken's hungry hole. Ken climbed the headboard, grabbing his cock and tugging almost violently.
Grabbing a condom, Barton slid it over his cock, already hard again thanks to Ken's desperation. All he had to do was settle behind Ken, tug away the plug and, grabbing hold of Ken's hips, yank the eager body back on his cock.
Ken screamed, spunk pouring from that bound cock, body working him furiously, milking him. It didn't matter that he'd just come himself, he could feel his balls pulling up tight against his body. Moaning, he jerked a few times, looking to hit Ken's gland and extend his orgasm.
"More. More, please. Don't stop."
Like he was going to stop. Barton tightened his hold on Ken's hips and continued pulling him back into each thrust, the tight heat around his cock fucking perfect. He wished there was a mirror so he could watch, so he could see Ken's face. So he could make Ken watch.
Groaning, he pushed in harder, banging away at Ken's sweet ass. Kendall's head fell back, landing on his shoulder. He slid his tongue along Ken's throat, picking up the flavor of salt and sweat. Then he wrapped his lips near where shoulder and throat met, sucking hard. He was going to leave his mark, right there on Ken's neck, and Ken was flying so high he didn't stop him. His teeth scraped over the hot skin, just as he punched in and hit Ken's gland.
"Fuck!" Oh, Ken was going to come again. Perfect. They could come together this time.
He released the cock ring and let Ken fly free. Then he pounded into his lover, driving them both toward the edge.
"Barton! Love, please!"
Sliding a hand around to Ken's cock, he began pulling in time with his thrusts. It took two strokes and Ken came for him, ass working him good. Barton let go this time, let the tight rippling pull him right over. Crying out, he filled the condom.
God, his sweet baby. He held Ken close, rocking him. "Got you. I've got you, baby." He rubbed his come-covered hand into Ken's amazing abs, marking them with the proof of Ken's pleasure.
"Love." Kendall slumped, moaning. "Thank you."
He kissed the back of Ken's neck, lowered them both onto the mattress. "Better, baby?"
"Uhn."
Chuckling, he curled around Ken and tugged the covers up over them. "Love you, baby."
"Nap, then food?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Ken nodded, boneless and already dozing.
Barton put the day in the success column and let himself hold his lover.
Chapter 8
"Are you sure you want to go to the mall, man?" Kendall asked.
Barton was obsessed with this whole buying him more clothes thing.
"You need a bathing suit. And another pair of pants that aren't jeans."
"Why? I mean, I'll get trunks but..."
"There is more to life than jeans and Dickeys."
Kendall blinked, pretending shock. "No way."
Barton mock-punched him in the arm. "Butthead."
"Am not. Jeans are the great American outfit."
"They're not the only American outfit. Besides, we're here." Barton even managed to find a parking spot fairly near the doors.
"Obsessed, I'm telling you." Still, he was chuckling, laughing.
"The only thing I'm obsessed with is you." Grinning, Barton held the door open for him.
He laughed, rolled his eyes. Still, he was having fun, even if shopping had to be part of it.
"We should get you sandals, too. You can't go to the beach in your work boots," Barton noted.
"I have ugly toes."
Barton stopped and looked at him. "What?"
Kendall couldn't stop laughing. The shock on Barton's face hilarious.
"You do not!" Barton shook his head, chuckled softly.
"Hideous."
"You do not," Barton repeated. "I've seen them."
"Webbed." He was going to totally lose it.
Barton finally got with the program. "I guess we'd better buy you duck shoes then."
"God, you make me happy."
Barton smiled right at him. "And you make me happy, baby."
"Cool. Come on. Let's figure out what I don't need."
"You don't think you need a bathing suit? What are you going to wear when we go to the beach?"
"Cutoffs." Actually, he needed a pair of trunks. Red ones.
"You can't swim in cutoffs," Barton insisted.
"Why not?"
"Because they're cutoffs."
"That doesn't make sense." This was fun. He'd had more fun since he'd met Barton. Well, okay, some fun was harder than others. The harder fun was the best, a little voice inside his head insisted.
"They're still pants. They're shorts. They are not meant for swimming." Barton dropped his voice. "Besides, the trunks will have the perfect mesh to support that beautiful cock."
"Barton!"
"It's true." Barton smiled and headed for store directory, walking like he hadn't just said something outrageous.
"Butthead," Kendal muttered under his breath.
Barton turned just then, one eyebrow going up. Kendall went for innocent, hoping it worked.
Snorting, Barton grabbed his hand. "Butthead."
He laughed, dared to squeeze Barton's fingers, and then let go.
Smiling, at ease, Barton pointed out the Old Navy listing. "They'll have swimsuits there. Or at th
e Sports Extreme."
"Whichever. Old Navy's right here."
"Works for me." Barton led the way, stopping to look at the sweaters on the front tables. He picked up an orange, blue and white one. "This would look great on you."
Kendall reached out, touched it. "It's soft."
"It is soft. It would feel amazing against your muscles. We'll get it." Barton looked through the sweaters and found a large in the orange tri-color one, handing it over.
Personally he thought it would make his nipples hard, but he'd just wear a T-shirt under it.
"Let's see what else we can find." Barton strode farther into the store.
"We're looking for swim trunks." There was a lovely navy blue sweater, lightweight and soft. If he didn't get a pair of jeans, he could buy it for Barton. It would look so fine.
"We are. But you never know when we'll find another treasure like that sweater." Barton began looking through a rack of cargo pants.
"Yeah." Kendall picked up the sweater and headed toward the sportswear.
Barton joined him, handing him a pair of beige pants. "These will look great on you."
"I...maybe. Maybe. I have a budget."
"No, these are my treat. Along with the swimsuit and the sandals. Maybe a T-shirt or two."
"Are you sure? You don't have to."
"I love shopping for you. Besides..." Barton leaned in close and added quietly, "If I've paid for them I won't feel guilty if they get ruined when I tear them from your body."
"Barton." He grinned, his cheeks heating. "Do you know my size?"
Barton nodded at the pants. "How did I do?"
"30/36. Perfect."
Barton had that shit-eating grin on his face. "I know."
"I like them. They're soft."
"You should always wear soft clothing." Barton stroked his arm.
He nodded, caught by the touch. Barton looked at him like he was the most interesting man in the world.
"We have to be--" His words were cut off by a familiar voice.
"Kendall? Kendall, is that you? You haven't come home in so long!" His oldest little sister was standing there with a gaggle of her teenaged friends.
Barton gave him an expectant smile, hand dropping to his side.
"Yeah. Hey, Katie. How's it going?" Was Mom here?
"Okay. We miss you!" Katie glanced from him to Barton and back.
"Yeah. I'm working hard. School is okay?"
"Uh-huh." She lunged forward suddenly and hugged him. "I miss you, Kenny."
"I miss you, too, but you know that I had to go, huh?"
"I know."
One of her friends poked her arm. "We're gonna go get a bite at McDonald's."
"Oh. Okay." She bit her bottom, lip, looking at her friends, then back at him again.
"You need some cash, honey?" Kendall asked.
Her eyes lit up. "Really?" Giggling, she nodded.
"Yeah. Don't tell, huh?" He handed her a twenty. "You have a card, Barton?"
"A card?" Barton frowned at him.
"A business card?"
"Of course." Barton pulled his wallet out and handed Kendall the card.
"This is my friend, Barton. If you need me and you can't call, say if my phone is blocked, you can call him."
She took the card, turning it in her hand before tucking it into her purse. "If I just wanna talk and I call him will I be able to talk to you?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you will. No pressure. Just if you need me, want to talk." He hated that he'd had to leave his sisters behind at that house. Still, they had it better than he had. They were all straight, even if boyfriends were frowned on.
"I'll call." She gave him another clinging hug. "I have to go."
"Have a good night. Love you, kiddo."
"Love you, Kenny." She gave him one last look before taking off with her friends.
"Your sister?" Barton asked.
"Yeah. Katie. She's a good kid."
"You didn't introduce me as your boyfriend." Barton was teasing. He thought.
"No. I don't want to get her in trouble."
"Why would that make her be in trouble?" Barton moved him to the area with the swimsuits.
Kendall shot Barton a look, but decided Barton just couldn't get it. He didn't understand the torture he'd experienced, the knowledge that they'd hurt Katie now for fraternizing.
"It's not right, baby." Barton's lips were pursed together.
"No, it's not." But it was what it was.
Barton tugged him around to the other side of a display and hugged him, tight and hard.
"I'm okay." He was. "It's okay."
"It's still not right." Barton growled.
"No. Are the red ones okay?" The board shorts were simple, long.
"Red's a good color on you." Barton nodded approvingly.
Kendall had never had anyone he'd shopped with before.
"Cool." He tried to shake off meeting Katie. What were the odds?
"You should get a couple shorts and T-shirts while we're here." Barton grabbed a half dozen T-shirts in different colors and three pairs of shorts.
"That's a lot."
"We need to fill your drawers--there's more room than when you were living out of your truck." Barton gave him an up-and-down look. "You need a suit?"
"For what?" He was a mechanic, for god's sake.
"For fancy dates? We can't get that here, but there will be a place in the mall." Barton headed toward the cash with their booty.
"I don't need a suit." Kendall kept the sweaters with him.
"Are you not coming out to a fancy restaurant with me if I ask you?" Barton was trying for offended, but Kendall could tell he wasn't.
"You took me to that one. It was amazing."
"There's a few more I'd like to take you to."
The cashier called out, "Next," and Barton tugged at his arm. "That's us, baby."
"You go ahead. I'll get these."
"This is my treat, baby."
The cashier called again, louder this time and Barton had no choice but to go to her.
"I..." Thankfully the cashier next to Barton opened up and he bought the two sweaters, blushing as Barton looked.
The man didn't say anything, though. Just paid for the pile of clothes he had.
Kendall bought the two sweaters, then they walked off. "The blue one's for you."
"Oh, baby, you didn't have to do that." Still Barton traded bags with him and pulled the blue sweater out, admiring it.
"I thought it would look good on you."
"Thank you, baby." Barton grinned at him.
"You're welcome." He had to smile back.
"Come on. Let's get something to eat. They've got that fifties diner style place here."
"I could handle a burger and a milkshake, for sure."
"Good, so can I." They headed down the east end of the mall. "We can find you a suit afterward."
"If we can find an affordable one, huh?" Kendall knew suits were expensive and definitely not in his budget.
"We'll look for something not too expensive. I wish you'd let me spoil you."
"You do. All the time." He slept with Barton, got to hold the man.
"I think we have different definitions of spoiling."
He hoped not, because money wasn't what he had to spoil Barton with.
Barton's hand brushed against his as they arrived at the dinner. The touch made Kendall's fingers tingle. Based on Barton's smile, he felt it, too.
"You got plans this weekend?" Kendall asked.
"Yes. You."
"I'm plans?" They took a seat and Kendall ordered a strawberry milkshake.
Barton ordered vanilla, giving him a wink as he did it. "You are definitely plans."
"I'm all yours until Monday morning."
"And I'm yours. Full stop," Barton replied.
Oh. Oh, that was... "Thank you."
Barton met his gaze and said quietly, but quite firmly. "Thank you for being in my life, baby."
Kendall di
dn't know how to tell Barton how he felt, how to express himself.
Their waitress came back with their milkshakes and Barton ordered them each cheeseburgers. He looked at the shake, loving how big and decadent it looked.
"We might have to trade sips," Barton suggested.
"Yeah? It looks amazing, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, they do." Barton was looking at him and not the shakes.
"Be good, Barton. You'll make me... You know."
"There's a table here. No one will see." Barton smiled. "Only you and I will know."
"Still..." He tried to stay serious.
"Still what? Who's business is it but yours and mine?" Barton touched his knee under the table.
"I wish that were true." God, he did.
"It is true. It is, baby." Barton's gaze held his, eyes so serious.
Kendall knew better. He knew. He could lose his job. Hell, he could lose his life.
Their burgers arrived and Barton's hand slid away from his knee.
He looked at Barton. "I'm not ashamed of you. I just don't know how to make things right."
"There will always be people who hate. I think the trick is not letting them ruin your life."
"I try. I do. I'm trying to get over...before."
"I know, baby, and I'm so proud of you. I really am."
Kendall's cheeks were burning, on fire. "Yeah. Yeah, I should..." Lord.
They both chowed down, Kendall realizing he was pretty hungry once he'd had that first bite. And the milkshake was the perfect accompaniment.
"Try my vanilla." Barton offered his glass over. "You won't get very many vanilla offers from me."
"I was waiting for the vanilla jokes." He drank deep.
"Oh, that makes me happy." Barton did look particularly pleased, too.
"It's good. Want to try mine?"
Barton's voice dropped, his eyes going hot. "I will always want a taste of yours, baby."
"Be nice." He offered his shake over.
"I am being very complimentary."
Holding his gaze, Barton wrapped his lips around Ken's straw and sucked. Okay. No watching that.
Barton's foot slid against his under the table, started up his calf.
"You're supposed to be good," Kendall reminded Barton.
"This isn't good?"
"This is wicked."