Free Security by Mike Shade Page A

stopped touching.
     
He felt fucking fantastic.
     
He hadn't had it rough like that in... well too damned long and it felt good. This of course made him feel guilty. He shouldn't feel this good and relaxed and... languid and sated, not without Bay around.
     
Bay was probably freaking out, and what was Ken doing? Getting the daylights fucked out of him and in a deeply satisfying way at that. He sighed and shifted, his thoughts bumming him out. He was obviously thinking too damned much.
     
He popped up and put his face in between Simon and the
television. It was his turn to do a little fucking. "Hey, Simon."
     
"Hey, Ken." Simon gave him a raised eyebrow. "I think it's more than time you let me fuck you."
"You do, huh? That kind of thinking's bad for you."
     
"Exactly. So let me do it and we can both not think." He leaned in and licked Simon's lips, lowering his voice. "I'm fucking good at it."
     
"Are you?" Simon pulled and twisted, tugging until they were resting together.
     
He wrapped one leg around Simon's waist, and slid his hands through the fiery curls. "Yep."
     
This time he took a real kiss, the taste of Simon growing more familiar under his lips. He'd never been with anyone but Bay long enough to know what they tasted like. The kiss was long, deep, lazy, Simon's hand heavy on him. He moved slowly, cock growing hard as his need built. Yeah. Yeah, no more thinking, just fucking.
     
"You're like the Energizer bunny."
     
He laughed, rubbing harder. "Hey, I'm going to do all the work this time!"
     
"You're assuming I'll let you fuck me." Simon winked, goosed him.
     
He moaned as Simon's hand on his recovering ass sent fire
licking through him. "Of course you're going to let me fuck you, Simon." His voice wasn't nearly as steady as he'd have liked.
     
"I am?" Simon chuckled, nails scraping so lightly.
     
He jerked hard, eyes rolling as the fire flared high. "Uh- huh."
     
"Are you sure?" Simon's teeth slid along his collarbone.
     
"Oh yeah." Eventually. If Simon stopped blowing his fucking mind.
     
He made a noise that might have been a whimper and dropped his head back, ass pushing back into Simon's hand. Simon smiled against his shoulder, fingers sliding into his crease. He whimpered, rubbing his cock against Simon's belly and his ass back against Simon's teasing fingers.
     
"Mmm... hungry, aren't you?"
     
"Fucking starving, Simon." And without Bay to scratch his itch... well. Simon was better at scratching a particular itch now, too, wasn't he?'
     
A finger tapped his hole, popping it with tiny little thumps.
     
He jerked with each one, moaning, cock throbbing, his balls hard against his body and aching. "Fuck... Simon."
     
"Mmm... You're a fucking firecracker, Ken." Simon smiled at him and the look was warm, wanting.
He laughed breathlessly. "Gonna let me go off on your ass?"
     
"Pop, crackle, snap." Simon chuckled, kissed the breath from him.
     
It got so he didn't care who fucked who as long as the breathless, dizzy, on fire sensations didn't stop. Simon was driving him mad -- teeth and body and words and hands, pushing him higher and higher.
     
"Please," he begged, having learned from this morning. "Fuck, please."
     
"Such a fucking beautiful boy." Simon growled and sat up, draping him over the strong lap, the sound of a bottle snapping open and three slick fingers pushing in deep.
     
He screamed, humping hard up into that invasion. His cock slid against Simon's legs, aching, making him start to shake.
     
"That's it. Let it go." Those fingers pegged his gland, pushing hard.
     
Ken shouted out Simon's name, wailed it as he shot all over Simon's legs, body going limp as he shook and rippled around those thick fingers.
     
Simon kept stroking, kept touching him, easing him down. "Better?"
     
"You're a sneak," he accused, curling around Simon's waist, not at all unhappy.
Simon chuckled, patted his ass. "Yup."
     
He hissed at the residual burn and snuggled in closer, eyes growing heavy. All