by Sean Michael
"Oh, this will be a lot more fun, I promise."
Kendall nodded, held him close. He hugged Ken for a long moment, knowing that his lover needed the connection as much as anything else. Then he slowly began to get rid of Ken's clothes.
"Horny man," Ken accused.
"Can you blame me? I've got you in my bed." Barton wasn't going to let Kendall feel any less than sexy.
"You do."
"I do." He kept stripping Ken's clothes away. Kendall stretched for him, body shifting, moving. "I want to make you fly tonight." He wanted everything but what was between them pushed out of his Ken's brain.
Ken nodded. "I want to. I do."
"You will." Barton had toys. He had hands and a mouth and a cock and they were all eager to work Ken. He pinched Kendall's nipples, not hard, just getting his lover ready. "I have clamps for these, baby. Little biting metal bits."
"Biting?" Was that interest in something other than what was going on at work?
"Uh-huh." Barton pinched those sweet nips again, twisting a little.
"Be nice." Kendall was opened mouthed, needy.
"I am. I promise." He did it again, then bent and bit the other one.
"Barton!" Ken's pretty cock filled.
Flicking his tongue back and forth across the hard nub, he lulled Ken. Then he bit again. Kendall stepped away, backing into the bed.
"Look at that lovely, needy cock. It's begging me to keep working your nipples."
"Uh-uh." Kendall's lips were parted, tongue flicking out.
"You can deny it all you want, I know what you need." He pushed his thumbs against the tender flesh.
"Uh-uh." Ken was moaning for him, abs rolling.
Barton slipped one hand down along Ken's body, loving on the muscles, the ripped belly. He continued to play on Ken's nipples with his other hand. That was all Ken needed to relax.
"I have you. Top to bottom. I'll take care of you." Wrapping his hand around Ken's prick, he began to stroke it.
"Making my knees weak."
"Good thing we're right by the bed."
"Uh-huh. Good thing."
Chuckling softly, he pushed Ken back so he fell onto the mattress. That made lovely things bounce for him.
Kneeling down, he took one of Ken's balls into his mouth, sucking on it. It was hot and good, bumpy under his tongue.
"Barton..." Ken's legs moved restlessly, sliding on the mattress.
He pushed his hands against Ken's inner thighs, holding them apart as he let go of the ball in his mouth and swallowed up the other one. Kendall pushed up on his elbows, breathing hard. Looking up at Ken, he slapped the ball in his mouth with his tongue. That sweet belly rolled hard.
Humming, he added those vibrations to the sensations he was offering Ken.
"Damn. Damn, Barton."
Smiling, he pulled off Ken's ball "Good?"
"Uh-huh. Good. Good."
"I know." He licked both balls, and then began sucking on the skin of Ken's cock, starting at the base and working his way up.
Ken rocked, ass moving for him, tensing, relaxing, over and over. He loved how Ken threw himself into their lovemaking, even when he had doubts, even when he wasn't sure if he could survive them loving each other in the outside world. How Ken believed. In him. In them.
He reached the top of Ken's cock and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard as he used his tongue to play with the little slit at the tip.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Kendall sat up, curled around his head. "Christ."
He kept working the little slit, remembering the time he'd used the sound on it. Pulling off, he blew on the tip.
"Want to fuck your cock again," he told his lover.
"What?"
He knew Kendall had heard him.
He pointed his tongue and pressed it into Ken's slit by way of repetition.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, please."
Oh fuck. His lover was asking for it. Barton groaned, this man's courage intoxicating. So was Ken's need.
He cupped Ken's balls, squeezed and rolled, petting gently. He had the sounds in the drawer by the bed. They'd been there ever since that first time.
Kendall spread for him, one foot propping up by the bed.
Barton reached over and opened the drawer, grabbing the little pack of sounds and the lube.
"You remember this?"
"I..." Sweet boy.
"You do." He pulled out the second from smallest one, put it on Ken's belly.
"No. I mean I remember, but..."
"But what?" Barton opened the lube, squeezed some out into his fingers.
"I can't." That pretty cock totally could.
"You did the first time. And it was amazing." He took Ken's cock and started pushing lube into it.
Pretty, pretty eyes stared at him, desire obvious in them.
"I'll take care of you, baby. I promise."
"I'm fucking tired, Barton, of bullshit."
"There's no bullshit here. Just love and pleasure."
"I know. Thank God."
He took the sound and began to feed it into Ken's cock. Ken's hips rolled back, trying to escape him.
"You loved this the first time, baby. Let me give it to you again."
"I want you to fuck my slit." There, Ken had said it. "That's bad, right? Weird?"
"It absolutely is not." Barton was deadly serious about that.
"Yeah? I don't want to be fucked up."
"Oh, you're going to be fucked, but not up."
Kendall looked at him, then Barton got a grin, a real grin. He grinned back, and let the sound fall in deeper into Kendall's slit.
"Feels...feels so big."
"I love giving you big sensations." He did. He liked making Ken fly. He hummed softly, licking his lips as the sound slipped in and in as Ken watched. He tugged it back out again, then let it drop in. And out, and in. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"What I needed?" Such a smart man, especially given the things that had been done to him.
"I'll always give you that." He kissed the tip of Ken's cock, lips shifting the sound.
"Oh." Ken's legs pulled up. "Don't move it."
He touched it with his finger this time, shifting it more firmly. "I'm going to use these pretty little nipple clamps I have next."
"No..."
"Oh yes." He kissed the tip of Ken's prick again, then grabbed the clamps out of the drawer.
Kendall was sitting halfway up, staring at his prick.
"God, look at what that does for your belly..." His baby was a stud.
"Huh?" The man had no idea.
Barton traced the flexed abdominal muscles. "This is stunning."
"You make me feel..."
"That's what I'm trying to do."
"You do. I didn't want to fall in love, but I did."
Barton smiled at Ken, met his lover's eyes. "I did, too, so that works out really well."
"Yeah. Yeah, it would have been fucking awkward otherwise."
He laughed, tickled, and pounced, kissing Kendall hard. Kendall opened up to him, easy and wanting.
He trailed his hand along Ken's body as they kissed, admiring the lovely pecs and abs with his fingertips, then moving to touch the tip of the sound before returning to Ken's pecs. He played with Kendall's nipples, sure touches to make the little nubs nice and hard. Getting them ready to take the clamps.
He loved the idea of them being sensitive tomorrow, tender. Every time that Ken's shirt moved against them, they'd ache. His baby would remember him, all day. He pinched Ken's right nipple hard, twisted it.
Ken cried out. "Stop. Stop, enough."
"Ready for the clamp already?"
"What? No. No clamps."
"Oh yes. So your cock has company." He winked, and opened the first clamp, setting it around Ken's nipple and releasing it.
"No!" Ken arched, hips humping the air.
"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes." He reached back and stroked Ken's dripping cock. Pre-come was leaking around the sound, the
tiny rosebud. "You see?"
He stroked Ken's cock again, knowing it would shift the sound. Kendall moaned, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Barton kept stroking for a few moments, drawing the sensations out.
"Aches deep inside." Kendall's face was a study in need.
"Mmm. Let me give you another ache to concentrate on." He let Kendall's cock go, pinching Ken's right nipple again. Then he slipped on the nipple clamp, just like that.
Ken slammed his head down, throat working hard.
"You feel that. You feel how good it is, how strong the sensations are." Barton wasn't going to let Ken deny this.
"I let you do this..."
Shit, Ken craved it.
"You need it." He twisted Ken's other nipple, working the little tit, making sure it was good and hard. The clamp made the sweet nip dark, hard, teeth digging in. He blew on it, then put the clamp on the bare nipple so Ken matched.
"Fuck. Fuck, no. Please."
"You want this to all stop, baby?" He knew Ken didn't.
Ken squeezed his eyes tight, shook his head.
"I didn't think so." He dropped a kiss on Ken's lips, rewarding his brave lover. Then he kissed Ken's breastbone, his belly, one hip.
He wanted to fill Ken up, stretch him wide. He was going to take Kendall first, then use the plug and leave this stunning man filled and clamped and on edge all evening. Make Ken forget about work and bullshit.
"Can't wait to be buried inside you, baby, feel you tight all around me." Grabbing a condom, he rolled it down over his prick.
He slicked three fingers up, pushed them in, easy as you please. Ken was so fucking tight. He loved it. He fucked Ken with his fingers, stroking in and out and spreading his fingers wide, twisting them together. Kendall groaned, hips bucking restlessly, randomly.
"You want me, baby?"
"Uh-huh. Aches."
"Let me help with that." He pulled his fingers away and put Ken's legs over his arms, spreading them wider so he could settle with his cock at that fucking tight, hot hole. "Don't let the sound fall out, baby. You tell me if it moves."
He waited as Kendall swallowed, then finally nodded.
The tiny ring of muscles gripped his fingers, squeezed them. Smiling, he pressed in, feeling Ken's body slowly, so very slowly, stretching around the head of his cock. Ken had felt tight around his fingers, but that was multiplied by a thousand around his cock.
"Barton..." Ken was opened mouthed, panting.
"I know, baby. Just feel it all." He pulled out and slid slowly back in, like he was praying.
"Feel. God. Please...
"Yes, oh yes, baby." He kept moving, forcing himself to take it slow and easy for now.
Ken wasn't worrying about work right now. Not at all. He had the man's entire focus right here. Cock and ass and nipples.
Barton tugged the right nipple clamp, pulling steadily. Kendall cried out and Barton let the clamp go, grabbing the other one.
"Sweet baby, so hungry," he murmured.
Kendall shook his head from side to side, but Barton knew the truth. He leaned in, licked the exposed tip of Ken's nipple, back and forth. Punching into the tight body, he touched the tip of the sound.
"No. No. Don't touch it."
Taking the tip, he turned it inside Ken's body.
"No..." Ken's head fell back, throat working.
"Come on, baby. Come for me. Have an orgasm."
"Oh, God. God. Barton...I need to..." He felt it, that sweet body clenching hard.
"That's it, baby. Come." He punched in, hitting Ken's gland.
Ken sobbed, a bit of semen leaking around the sound.
"Oh, God. Ken. Baby. So fucking hot." He jerked in a few more times and came himself.
He eased himself down, caught the sweet stuffed cock trapped between him. Sharing kiss after kiss with Ken, he let the afterglow take them both.
Kendall cupped his cheek, sighed for him. "Love."
"Mmm. I love you, too."
"Good."
"Yeah. It is." He pulled the covers up over them. Good, and the evening was just starting.
Chapter 10
Kendall had known his day was going to suck. He'd woken up late, forgotten his lunch. The boss had snarled, and none of the guys were talking to him. He'd put his head down and worked until about three when someone--he wasn't sure who--had "accidentally" knocked him into one of the bays, breaking his right wrist and his left leg.
Now he was sitting in the emergency room, trying to figure out how to pick up his truck, how to get home. How to explain to Barton why it was eight P.M. and he hadn't called yet because the fucking people at the hospital wouldn't let him use his goddamn phone. Goddamn it.
A nurse came in, looking at his chart. "The doctor will be by soon to sign your release form. Do you have someone coming to drive you home?"
"Can I call him?"
"Did no one call your emergency contact for you, honey?"
"I don't know..."
Barton would come, right?
"If you can get into the wheelchair, I'll get you to the phone."
He looked at the cast on his leg, then swung it out. Okay. Don't press on the wrist cast.
The nurse moved the chair closer, tilted it to a different angle. "Try that, honey."
"Thanks. Okay, okay. Here goes." He hopped, the pain shooting through him, but his ass hit the wheelchair, so he took it as a win.
"Good man." Then she spoke a little louder. "We don't recommend you hopping in and out of bed, Mr. Webber." She gave him a wink as she wheeled him to a little outdoor area behind the emergency. "You can use your phone out here."
"Thanks." He grabbed it and hit Barton's number. Please answer. Please.
"Baby. Thank God, I've been going out of my mind."
"Barton. Can you come get me? Please?"
Barton didn't hesitate for even a second. "I can. Where are you?"
"The hospital off Fifth."
"Are you okay? What happened? No. don't answer. It'll wait. I'm on my way."
"Thank you. They're getting me my meds and signing me out now."
"I'll be there soon. Love you, baby."
"Love you." He nodded and hung up the phone. "Thanks."
The nurse wheeled him back to his room, then got him a load of prescriptions, orders, had him sign all the things on earth. Then the doctor came in, glanced at the chart and signed it before turning and leaving again without having said a single word to him. He had all his things on his lap as she wheeled him out the doors.
"Just leave me out here. He'll be--"
A Mustang came squealing around the corner.
"There he is."
"Oh, wow, that's a nice ride, honey." She sounded impressed.
"Yeah, right? It's fine."
"Mmm. So's the man driving." She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "He's a keeper."
"Yeah. Yeah, I hope so."
She patted his shoulder as Barton jumped out of the car. "Oh my God, baby. Who did this to you?"
"I want to go home, Barton."
"That's exactly where we're going." Barton grabbed everything in his lap and tossed it in the trunk, then the nurse and Barton helped get him into the passenger seat. Between his wrist and his leg, it was a fucking challenge. He was finally sitting, though, and they were pulling away from the hospital.
"Are you okay?" Barton asked quietly.
"Broken wrist, broke my tibia. Gonna be sore as fuck."
"They give you stuff for the pain?"
"I got prescriptions to fill."
"I'll do that for you." Barton shot him a look. "What happened, baby?"
"I fell into the bay." He couldn't meet Barton's gaze.
"You fell?" Barton sounded like he didn't believe that for a second.
"That's the story, yeah."
Barton snorted. "We can sue, baby."
"I just want my pills and some food." He couldn't do any more right now. He was done.
"Okay, baby. Okay. I've got your back."
"Thank you for coming."
"Always, Kendall. You're my lover."
He let his head rest back and he nodded. This was the worst day in history.
They stopped at the CVS and Barton told him to stay put. Yeah, because he could figure out how to get around.
It didn't take long for Barton to come out again, bag in hand. "I called DiNoli's. We'll pick the food up on the way home."
"They wouldn't let me use my phone."
"Then they should have called me for you."
He nodded. They should have. Someone should have. Hell, he didn't even remember giving anyone an emergency number...
"I know you're hurting, but we'll be home soon, get food and the good drugs into you."
"I'm okay. I am. I'm sorry, man."
"You don't have anything to apologize for. You didn't do this."
No. No, he hadn't. He'd broken his wrist trying to catch himself, for fuck's sake.
"I want to go break some heads, baby. Or better, sue the crap out of them."
Kendall didn't know what to do, what to say. He didn't have a job anymore, he knew it. Sure, he could file workman's comp--he'd have to, just to survive.
"I have a couple of friends who are lawyers. We'll call them, see what they have to say."
"Can we just... Just talk about it tomorrow. I'm...I'm not feeling so good, man." Right now he just wanted it all to go away.
"Of course, baby. I'm sorry. I just want to... Well, I'm a guy, I want to fix everything for you."
They pulled up into Dinoli's parking lot.
"I know. I'm just... I can't deal right now." Soon. Tomorrow. Maybe.
"That's totally understandable. And I'm sorry if I pushed things."
"Thanks. I just need you to... Just be with me, huh?"
Barton gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to zip in and get our food and then I'm yours. Tonight, tomorrow--however long you need me."
"Thank you." Barton was good to him.
"Love you." Then Barton was gone, heading for the restaurant.
He leaned back, eyes closed. The boss texted him, asking if he was okay, but he didn't answer.
He had no idea how long it had been, but Barton finally came back, tossing a couple bags in the back and sliding into the driver's seat. "We'll be home in less than five minutes."
"You rock." The smell of the food hit him and his belly clenched, hunger and medicine all mixing together.