Hal would never have imagined yesterday that he’d be here now—in bed with Kyle, naked, the morning after exchanging blow jobs with one of his best friends.
And what do they do now? Consider it a one-night-stand, an experiment, and go back to the way things were? Acknowledge that he’d been denying his sexuality and embrace being gay or bi or whatever label they wanted to give him?
Kyle stirred and opened his eyes. “Hi.”
“Good morning.” Hal didn’t know what to do next. Say ‘good-bye’? Offer to make him breakfast first? Fuck him?
His cock voted for option three.
Kyle sat up. “I … uh … need to …” He pointed towards the bathroom, then got out of bed.
Hal sucked in his breath as he watched Kyle walk across the room naked. Oh hell, he has a nice ass. And he realized he wanted that ass very, very much. He blew out his breath and lay back, staring at the ceiling. So much for going back to the way things were.
When Kyle came back, he looked tense. He stood next to the bed, arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want me to leave, Hal?”
For a split second Hal thought about saying ‘yes’. They were treading into territory that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. It would be the easy way out. But he wanted Kyle, there was no denying that, and since when had he ever been afraid of anything difficult? “No, Kyle.” He reached over and pulled the blankets back, inviting Kyle back into the bed.
“I didn’t know if you’d change your mind,” Kyle said when he lay back down next to Hal.
Hal scooted closer to him and touched Kyle’s stubbly cheek, looked into dark green eyes. “I was hoping you haven’t changed your mind. About your offer.”
“My offer?” Kyle asked, brows furrowed.
“Well, you did give me two options last night.” Hal swallowed, his heart suddenly pounding. “I was hoping the second offer was still available?”
Kyle gave a short laugh. He actually looked surprised. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yeah.” Hal took Kyle’s hand and pulled it under the blanket, down to his achingly hard cock, just to prove to Kyle that he wasn’t kidding. “I want to fuck you.”
Kyle smiled and ran his fingers over Hal’s erection, sending a jolt up Hal’s spine. “Please do,” he murmured.
Hal closed the distance between them, kissing him and and running his hand over Kyle’s body. There was a lot he was going to have to get used to—more hair and firmer body of a man—and other things he already preferred—Kyle’s scent went into Hal’s nose and straight to his cock.
They spent a while just kissing and exploring with their hands, then Kyle wrapped his arm around Hal’s back and gave him an encouraging tug. Hal didn’t need to be asked twice. He rolled on top of Kyle, still kissing him, and Kyle spread his legs so Hal could settle between them, pressing their cocks together between their bellies.
Hal lifted his head and looked towards the small table next to the bed. He reached into the drawer, feeling around inside, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He hesitated for a moment—they’d both been irresponsible already and swallowed last night—but they could discuss whether or not to use condoms later, if this turned into a permanent activity.
He pushed himself upright, so he was kneeling between Kyle’s thighs, then looked down at the man below him. “Have you ever done this before?”
Kyle shook his head. “Not with another person.” His cheeks went pink and he shrugged. “I … experimented with a construct a couple times.”
Hal swallowed hard. The thought of Kyle fucking himself with a construct was going to keep him up nights, wanking himself raw. He dropped the lube onto the bed and tore open the condom. Kyle reached up and took it from his hand. “Let me.”
Kyle grasped him gently, and a shiver went up Hal’s spine. He watched in fascination as Kyle rolled the condom onto his penis. It was a strange sensation, having someone else do it.
Hal slid his hand down Kyle’s leg, from his knee to his ass, then patted the firm cheek. “You’ll need to lift up a bit. We’ll need a pillow, or …” A green construct snaked out from Kyle’s ring, forming a pillow underneath him that lifted his hips. Hal gave his ass another pat. “Clever.”
He touched a finger to the pucker of Kyle’s opening and Kyle jumped slightly. He was nervous. Hal was, too. Doing this from behind would probably have been easier, but Hal wanted to see Kyle’s face while he fucked him. “You ready?” Hal asked.
Kyle gave him a crooked smile and gripped under his knees to pull his legs back. “I’ve been ready for this for a long time, Hal,” he said. “Who do you think I was thinking about while I was using that construct?”
Hal had to catch his breath. Kyle had been thinking about him? While he was…? Oh fuck.
“Do you mind?”
Hal shook his head. “No.” He grinned. “Not at all.” He squeezed some lube onto his finger, then slid the finger inside Kyle.
Kyle lifted his hips slightly and sighed. Hal moved his finger slowly, exploring, and he knew he found the right spot when Kyle clenched and the construct pillow wavered. “Oh fuck, Hal,” he groaned. Hal kept up a steady pressure on Kyle’s prostate, eventually adding another finger, until Kyle was whimpering, begging, “Please, Hal, now, fuck me now…”
Hal pulled his fingers out, then moved closer to press his cock against Kyle’s entrance. “Please…” Kyle moaned. Hal leaned in, pushing his cock inside him.
He stopped for a moment, gasping, looking down at his cock buried inside Kyle. So tight. So good. This was so good. He thrust slowly a few times, watching himself slide in and out, then he looked up at Kyle. Kyle was breathing hard and watching him with eyes dark with desire. Hal bent down, resting on his hands, to kiss him again.
Kyle grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together. He wrapped his legs around Hal’s waist and rocked up to meet Hal’s thrusts.
Kyle moved his kisses over Hal’s jaw and down to his neck, and Hal moaned at the sensation of Kyle’s teeth lightly nibbling at his skin. Then Hal felt Kyle slide his hand between them to grasp his own cock, and Hal slowed his thrusts and sucked in a few deep breaths to slow things down—he wanted Kyle to come first.
He pushed himself up again so he could look down and watch what Kyle was doing. Kyle’s hand worked a steady rhythm on his cock and Hal had to fight to keep control. He looked at Kyle’s face. He’s beautiful, popped into Hal’s head, which seemed a strange way to describe a man, but Hal couldn’t think of a better word to describe Kyle at this moment. Kyle’s eyes were closed, brows furrows, and his breaths were coming faster through slightly parted lips. He had to be close…
The construct pillow completely disappeared. Kyle’s body tensed beneath him and around him when his orgasm hit, and Hal stopped trying to fight his own. He could feel the orgasm building between his legs and there was no holding back anymore. “Kyle!” was all he managed to get out before it hit and he was thrusting hard into Kyle.
He collapsed—heart pounding, breath gasping—on top of Kyle. When he finally caught his breath he pulled out, then lifted his head to look at his lover. “That was fucking amazing.” Hal kissed him again and then rolled off and onto his back. The air felt cold on his belly from the mix of sweat and semen that had been smeared between them. Once his heart wasn’t trying to jump out of his chest, he looked over at Kyle. “Be right back.” He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. He pulled off the condom, then got a cloth to clean up. He looked into the mirror. Messy hair, flushed face, a small bite mark on his neck—he definitely looked well shagged.
He met Kyle in the hallway. The younger man was limping slightly, and Hal frowned, worried that he’d hurt him. “Are you okay?”
Kyle shrugged. “My leg cramped up. But other than that, I have to agree with the ‘fucking amazing’.”
Hal smiled and reached up to touch Kyle’s face, and Kyle turned his head slightly to kiss Hal’s palm. Then he slipped past Hal to go into the bathroom.
Hal stared at his palm for a moment. How could such a simple gesture make his heart start pounding?
He went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. They didn’t have anywhere to be today, unless the shit hit the fan somewhere. So he was back at the awkward question of what he was supposed to do next. And more importantly, what did Kyle want to do next? Maybe Kyle thought of this as a one-time thing, and Hal was worrying over nothing. Why would a twenty-something kid want to get involved with someone pushing forty anyway? And why was he so comfortable with the idea of making this something more, when he’d spent most of his adult life avoiding commitment?
Kyle came back and Hal got that feeling of warmth low in his belly, even if his cock wasn’t quite ready to wake up yet. But before they went any further, they needed to figure some things out. “So where do we go from here?”
Kyle grinned. “I was hoping you’d let me return the favor.”
Hal chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.” He sighed. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“Yeah. I figured.” The grin fled from Kyle’s face and he sat next to Hal. “Do we go back to being ‘just friends’ after today, or avoid each other like the plague?”
Hal frowned. “Hey. There is another option.”
Kyle looked at Hal, eyebrows raised. “You’re telling me you would want to be … boyfriends?”
Hal coughed. “Boyfriends?” That sounded like he was in high school again. “Sure. Why not?” Wait. Did he really just suggest getting into a steady relationship after one day?
Kyle laughed. “For one, it’s you, Mister Run-From-Commitment. Didn’t you just break up with Jill? ‘I guess I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship’ were your exact words, I believe. And second, you’re an Air Force officer. I don’t think it will go over too well if you bring me to your Air Force … things … as a date.”
Hal frowned. “So you’re not interested in something more?”
“I never said that.”
“So you are interested?”
“Jesus, Hal!” Kyle leaned over and kissed him quite enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m interested! But what about you?”
Hal shrugged. “When you left for Oa, I realized how much I’d miss you. At the time, I thought it was because you’d become such a good friend And then I realized I wasn’t completely happy with Jill after all. The sex was great, but there was something missing. And then you came back from Oa, and we took that flight yesterday, and I figured out what I was missing.”
He was a little dazed by his own confession, but Kyle had a smile on his face. And a cock that was already getting hard again. Hal put his arm around him, and leaned close to his ear. “Now, I believe you had a request to ‘return the favor’?” Hal asked. “You want to fuck me?”
Kyle blinked, then grinned at him. “Yeah. I want to fuck you.”
Hal kissed him, then whispered against his mouth, “Please do.”
Hal lay back on the bed and Kyle followed, kneeling next to him, but instead of lying on top of Hal he gave Hal a look that was almost predatory and said, “Roll over.”
The tone of Kyle’s voice made Hal’s sleeping cock twitch. He’d always been the one in control during sex, but he had a feeling that was about to change.
He did as he was told, rolling over so he was on knees and elbows in the middle of the bed. Kyle ran his hand over his ass, and then wet, warmth touched the middle of his back, sending a jolt up his spine. Kyle continued the kiss, flicking his tongue along Hal’s back, first moving up to the middle of his back, then down again. Hal sighed into the pillow.
He gasped when Kyle’s kisses continued lower, down to his entrance. Kyle flicked his tongue a few times, then pushed inside.
“Oh fuck, Kyle!” Hal moaned, his fists clenching into the pillow. He was growing hard again, and heat was pooling in his belly, as Kyle fucked him with his tongue.
Then Kyle pulled his mouth away, and Hal groaned in protest. Kyle leaned over to the drawer to get a condom and grinned at Hal. “You like that?”
“Yes!” Hal gasped. He really wasn’t capable of anything more coherent at the moment.
Kyle laughed and then pushed himself upright. Hal heard the tear of the wrapper, the sound of the condom being rolled on, and then Kyle’s hand was on his back again. His body tensed in anticipation…
“Um…where’s the lube?”
“Shit!” Hal pushed himself up slightly to look over his shoulder. “I think I dropped it back on the bed.” He didn’t remember a whole lot about that time, except wanting to get inside Kyle as quickly as possible. What a time to loose that bottle! He wondered if they had something else to use, because he didn’t want to waste time looking—
“Okay, found it.”
Hal sighed in relief and then sighed again when Kyle’s fingers, slick with the lube, made a few gentle circles before pushing inside him.
Oh God this was good this was so good…
He moaned when Kyle found his prostate, it was like electricity shooting up his spine and out to his fingers and toes. The sensation was nearly overwhelming and he both wanted it to stop and wanted it to never stop.
Then Kyle stopped, his fingers still inside him, and kissed Hal’s hip. “Do you want me to fuck you, Hal?” he said, nearly a growl.
“Yes,” Hal breathed. Right now, he’d do anything Kyle wanted him to do.
The fingers disappeared, soon replaced by Kyle’s cock. Hal took a few deep breaths, trying to relax as Kyle pushed into him. He heard Kyle’s grunt as his cock filled Hal. Hal tried an experimental squeeze of his muscles.
“Oh, yeah…” Kyle grabbed Hal’s hips and did a slow thrust. Hal pushed back, matching Kyle’s movement so they were soon rocking together. The world could have blown up around him, and all Hal would have noticed is Kyle’s cock sliding in and out of him, and Kyle’s hands on his hips.
Kyle’s thrusts sped up and he grunted as he pounded his release into Hal, then with a final shout he collapsed forward onto Hal, his breath hot against Hal’s sweaty back. “Damn…” he breathed, then he rolled over onto the bed next to Hal.
Hal rolled onto his back as well and closed his eyes. His pulse was pounding in his ears. Sleeping with Kyle was certainly going to keep him in shape.
He felt Kyle shift next to him and assumed he was getting up to go clean up, but then his eyes flew open and he lifted his head when he felt warm breath on his nearly-hard cock. Kyle looked back at him. “Want me to finish you off?”
Hal grinned. This was going to be a very exhausting, but very memorable, weekend. And maybe a lot longer than a weekend. “Please do.”