Blue Collar

by Sean Michael

  Barton wrapped his fingers around Ken's shaft, so gently, stroking base to tip. He would take the sound out when it was time for Ken to come, but not yet. He was still building the pleasure. Ken's sweet prick was going to ache for him tomorrow.

  He met Ken's eyes and smiled into them. Those lovely jewels were dazed, gleaming. Lovely.

  "I'm inside you, Kendall." He needed this lovely man to know it.

  "It's so big. This..."

  "This is yours. Any time you want it." He made each move long and slow.

  "Don't promise things I can't have."

  "I'm not." Barton thrust in with force. He meant every word.

  Ken groaned, grabbed his shoulders. "Oh, fuck. Please. Do that again."

  Beaming, Barton did, thrusting in.

  "Yes." There was a wealth of satisfaction in Ken's single word.

  Fuck, Ken's body was like a furnace, gripping him tight. It felt so damn good to pound in again and again. His boy took it like a champ, meeting each thrust.

  Barton loved that eagerness, his lovely Ken finally having pleasure. There was this expression of pure bliss on Ken's face, of abandon. Fuck, he'd thought the man was a looker before. This version of Ken was absolutely fucking stunning.

  Sweat made them slick, made them slide together, bellies and chests and thighs. "Making me feel so good." Barton wanted Ken to know this went both ways.

  "Want to. Not a bad guy."

  No. No, his Ken wasn't bad at all.

  "You're so good, baby. So fucking good. Not wrong."

  All this need, all the pleasure, and offered to him. He pressed a kiss onto Ken's lips.

  His lover clenched, stealing his breath for a moment. "Please."

  "You need to come, baby? Need to shoot?"

  Ken nodded immediately. "God, yes. Aches, so deep."

  "Then you should come." Barton took hold of the tip of the sound.

  "Oh. Oh, God. Please."

  He tugged the sound out in one smooth pull and Ken stiffened, entire body convulsing, jerking around his prick. Spunk flew high enough to hit Ken's chin, the smell fucking intoxicating.

  "Good boy. Such a good boy." It was the last thing he could say because he was coming, too, filling the condom. God, that had been... Fuck. Perfect. Fucking perfect.

  He pulled out, and got rid of the condom before collapsing next to Ken and tugging the man in close.

  "Can I... Let me stay?" Ken asked.

  "As long as you want, baby." Barton kissed Ken again.

  "Thank you." One of Ken's hands wrapped around his hip.

  Barton tugged the covers up over them and drew Ken in close.

  "Anytime, baby."

  Chapter 4

  Kendall woke up, blinking at the sunshine. Oh, Saturday. Thank God. Saturday. He stretched, his body screaming at him, sore in places he didn't understand. Something--someone--warm and solid pressed against him. Barton. Barton. He was naked. He was naked and sore and in bed.

  Nuzzling into his neck, Barton drifted a hand across his body. "Mmm. Morning, baby."

  "Morning. I...I'm still here."

  "Yeah, you are. I'm glad."

  "Yeah. It's Saturday. Do you go to your office on the weekends?"

  "Sometimes. But I don't have to today." Barton pressed close. "So we can indulge in my favorite way to spend a Saturday morning."

  "Pancakes? Coffee?" He leaned into Barton's warmth.

  "Oh, there will be food eventually. But first we feed our souls."

  Kendall liked the sound of that. Feed our souls.

  Barton's mouth covered his, the man's kisses still as wonderful as ever--would they ever not leave him breathless? He groaned and turned the rest of the way over, pushing fully into Barton's arms. He needed to take as much as he could.

  Barton's mouth opened his, tongue pushing in. He felt the spreading heat of those huge hands, surrounding him, holding him close. One hand found his ass, holding it, making him ache. A soft sound left him and it sort of vibrated in their kiss. Groaning in reply, Barton slid a leg over his. The action was erotic and comforting all at once.

  Kendall could hardly believe he was getting it up again, but he was, his hard prick rubbing against Barton's. His balls hurt from last night, feeling empty and almost bruised. And somehow he was still hard.

  Barton rolled them, pressing down on him. How was he going to survive losing this? Is this why they told him it was evil? Because it was so good?

  "What's wrong, baby?"

  "Nothing." How was he supposed to explain?

  "You look...worried. I'm not going to kick you out, baby."

  Okay, that was creepy, a little, how close Barton had come to knowing exactly what he was thinking.

  "It's just hard, to know what to do next."

  "When do you have to be back at work?" Barton asked.

  "Monday morning."

  "Then you don't have to worry about what to do for the next two days. We can stay here and fuck, eat, sleep and do it all over again."

  Two days. That sounded like magic.

  Barton kissed him, then pulled back to smile down at him. "This is the fucking part."

  Kendall couldn't have fought the laugh if he'd tried and he'd been too surprised to do that. Laughing with him, Barton shared one kiss after another with him.

  "I don't think I... I'm sore, huh?" he admitted.

  "Oh, we don't need penetration, now do we?"

  Kendall hoped not, because he was worried.

  "You remember the blow job?"

  "Do I remember?" He rolled his eyes. "I remember."

  Having Barton in his mouth was incredibly intimate.

  "Well, there you go." Barton began to wriggle downward.

  "Oh."

  Barton was going to use that mouth on his aching cock. Sure enough, Barton kissed his way down Kendall's body, going straight for his prick. He shivered, legs sprawled, his balls full, heavy.

  Barton's tongue was like magic, sliding along his hot flesh, tracing the outline of his cock, the veins that stood out on it. His shaft felt like it swelled, filled and got even harder. Wrapping his mouth sideways around the base of Kendall's cock, Barton hummed, making it vibrate.

  "Oh. Oh!" His belly jerked, hips rolling up.

  Barton's mouth slid along his prick like it was a harmonica, up and down. His eyes watched it, but his brain couldn't fathom it, not really. Whenever Barton got near the top of Kendall's cock, Barton flicked his tongue along it, rubbing the slit. It burned, deep down, and felt so fucking good.

  Then Barton took his cock into Barton's hot mouth, just the head, sucking. The intensity rattled him, and he grabbed the headboard with one hand, Barton with the other. The humming around his cockhead ratcheted everything up another notch.

  "I... Whoa." His ass clenched, and he wiggled.

  Barton sucked a bit longer before moving down even more and licking his balls. That was the weirdest sensation--fire and ice all at once. Drawing his left ball into that hot mouth, Barton sucked gently. All he could do was shake his head, swallow convulsively.

  Then Barton did the other one. God, he knew they were sensitive, but Barton took it to a whole new level. There were no more coherent thoughts, no questions, just sensation pouring over him.

  When Barton took his cock into that hot mouth again, his hips began thrusting on their own. Baron's hands cupped his butt, fingers digging in enough to bruise. The suction got stronger, feeling like it was going to pull him inside out.

  "So much. I can't... So much."

  Humming, Barton kept sucking, and he could almost feel the demand to come. His body understood, responded, and he shot hard, his balls aching with it. Barton kept sucking, and Kendall floated on the orgasm. He'd never imagined, not in a million years that he could feel like this.

  Barton slowly let him go, kissed each of his balls and slid back up along his body. His mouth just opened and closed, over and over again, his brain a puddle of goo.

  Barton pressed their mouths together, then smiled
down at him. "How's your morning going?"

  "I love mornings." This morning, most especially.

  "I love mornings like this one. I bet I could fall in love with any time of day with you." The words were warm, fond, and they made him reach out for Barton, hold on tight. Another one of those amazing kisses was pressed to his lips.

  He reached for Barton's cock, wrapping his fingers around it, loosely.

  "Mmm. What have you got there?" Barton asked, eyes twinkling.

  "I believe it's your penis." He managed to keep a straight face. Mostly.

  Barton's laughter sounded amazing. No one had ever told him, ever, that there could be laughter like this. It was hard to believe this was wrong.

  Barton leaned down, lips brushing his temple, the touch feather light. "Don't stop, baby."

  "I won't. I promise." He wanted to touch, to feel, to make Barton feel.

  "Good." Barton took another kiss, hips beginning to rock, to push the big cock through his fingers.

  For the first time, Kendall let himself feel it. Really feel the way the thin skin moved over his fingers, over his palm.

  "Feels amazing, baby. Like you're learning me."

  Yes. Yes, it was exactly like that. Like he was learning this amazing cock.

  Barton kept moving against his palm, little sounds of pleasure coming out of him. The vein along the side throbbed with Barton's heartbeat, strong and steady. Sure. Barton pressed their lips together, tongue sliding out to poke between his. Kendall pushed into the kiss, but only for a second. He wanted to focus, wanted to see.

  "No kisses?" Barton asked, beginning to pant.

  "I want to see."

  "'Kay." Barton rolled onto his back and spread his arms and legs.

  Kendall settled next to Barton, feeling so brave, so wild. So free.

  His fingers slid over Barton's shaft, up and down, petting the thick flesh. It jerked against his fingers, like it was reaching for them. He let his fingers play around the tip, circle it lazily, and his touch made Barton harder, made the cockhead darker. A low, vibrating groan came out of Barton's chest.

  Tracing the slit, Kendall gathered the clear pre-come on his fingers, brought it to his lips to taste. Fresh and salty, with a hint of bitterness, Barton tasted good.

  Barton groaned. "Baby...fuck that's pure sex--you are pure sex."

  "You... You taste like...a fantasy." It was the best word he could come up with.

  "I hope you always think that."

  Kendall hoped so, too. He stroked again, starting at the base of Barton's cock and sliding all the way up to the tip.

  Barton moaned for him, body following his touch. Barton's balls were covered in soft curls and he used his free hand to tug gently.

  "Such good instincts," Barton told him.

  "You're fascinating. To spend time, touching someone else." It was fascinating.

  "Feels decadent, doesn't it?" Even Barton's voice felt special.

  "Yes. Yes, exactly."

  "Good. Don't stop," Barton ordered.

  "I won't." Kendall kept touching, one place, then another, then another.

  Moaning for him, Barton shifted and pushed into each touch. Finally Kendall wrapped both hands around Barton's cock and started touching him with strong strokes.

  "Fuck, yes." Groaning, Barton humped his hand.

  Oh, that was right. That felt good. Barton's face, in fact, said very good.

  Suddenly they were moving together, his pulls and Barton's pushes matching, meeting. Oh, Barton made him dizzy and the way Barton panted made him hot, made him want more, so he focused on giving the man everything he had.

  "Yes. Please. Oh, fuck." Barton moved more urgently.

  "Anything." This was the most fun ever.

  "Harder."

  Kendall squeezed his fingers together, gripping. "Like this?"

  "God, yes."

  Excellent. He joined his fingers and moved them faster, held on harder.

  "Soon, baby."

  "Soon." He leaned down, tongue dragging along Barton's slit.

  "Ken!" Barton cried out and bucked, come pouring from his cock and splashing Ken in the face.

  Oh. Oh. He sat up, shocked, turned on, and wigged out all at the same time.

  "Oh, fuck, that was good." Barton sighed, the sound a happy one.

  Kendall wiped his face off, unsure now, where to look, what to do. Barton hummed, sliding a finger along his face and then licking it off. His entire body went tight, muscles feeling heavy and hot.

  "Mmm. Did you taste me, baby?" Barton asked.

  "I did. Before."

  Barton pulled him up and licked at his face.

  "Barton!" Oh. Oh, he... Whoa.

  "Yes, baby?"

  "You...you licked." The man had shot in his face.

  "Well, your face is half-covered in my come."

  His cheeks were going to catch flame.

  "These are all good things, baby."

  "I'm glad you think so. Some people wouldn't."

  Barton snorted, like that was what he thought of that. "I'm not some people. And they aren't here and they never will be."

  "No. No, you're not. You're...special."

  "Thank you, baby. You are, too. And I'm not going to let go."

  Barton brought their mouths back together for a kiss and it felt like the seal of a promise. He could only hope that it was real.

  "Now I can't imagine a better way to wake up. Or a better start to the weekend, can you?"

  "No. No." Of course, now they needed breakfast. Pancakes.

  "You look hungry--and not for my body for a change."

  His cheeks heated, but he had to nod. "Maybe a little."

  "There's a diner just around the corner with the best all day breakfast I've ever had."

  "Cool." No one from work would be in this part of town, so he would be safe.

  "It's a date then. Although we will have to get out of bed and put on some clothes to go. But it's a small price." The corners of Barton's lips twitched.

  "The syrup will be worth it," Kendall suggested.

  "Ah, there you go. We'll get a back booth so I can lick it off your lips if you spill." Barton said the most outrageous things.

  "You wouldn't!" He chuckled, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

  Barton said something that sounded an awful lot like, "just watch me," but it was probably just him turning the sound the pipes made as the water came on into words.

  Chapter 5

  Barton let Kendall back into his place after they walked home the long way from the diner, detouring through the park. Breakfast had been fun and he'd teased Ken a fair bit, even more on the way home, taking Ken's hand. He hadn't kept it, Ken shooting him a shocked, horrified look and pulling away. Ah well, Rome hadn't been built in a day, after all.

  "So, what do you do when you're not driving the most amazing car and teasing me?" Kendall asked.

  "On my downtime? I have a PlayStation and I like playing Scrabble online."

  "I'm not too good with word games, but I play cards sometimes and I know lots of games."

  "Oh, I like cards. What do you play? Poker?" Strip poker with Ken could be a lot of fun.

  "Yeah. Poker, mostly. I mean, I know all the old games--gin rummy, spades, canasta, and pinochle." Kendall's cheeks were pink. "I know that's like totally uncool, but my dad was into them."

  "I don't think it's uncool at all. We could play strip poker. Or hell, strip pinochle."

  Kendall chuckled softly. "I can't even fathom strip pinochle."

  "No?"

  "I mean..." Kendall shook his head. "Nope. Oh, look at the light on the pond."

  "Oh, that's beautiful." They stopped and his arm went around Ken's shoulders.

  This time it took a long time before Ken moved away. Oh, yes. That was it. His lover would learn to stop worrying everything to death. Would begin to realize that being gay wasn't a disease or evil or wrong.

  Barton wasn't sure exactly what Kendall had been through, but
he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was wrong. No one deserved to feel bad about who they loved.

  "There are ducks and swans and stuff on the other side." He pointed to a path that circled the pond.

  "Yeah? You want to go look?"

  "I'd love to." He wanted Ken to know that he was interested in more than just having sex with the man.

  "Cool. Me, too." They headed around the pond and he found himself in an unusual position of wanting to know everything about Kendall, weird things, normal things. He wanted to hear all about Ken's life.

  "Tell me something I don't know about you yet." It seemed like as good a place as any to start.

  "Uh... I was in the Army?"

  "I knew that. What made you decide to join?"

  "I was just out of school. I didn't have any skills." Ken shrugged. "I needed focus, something to do, so I went in and became a mechanic."

  "You have any siblings?"

  "I do. I'm the oldest. They're all still at home. That's one of the reasons I'm staying in my truck right now."

  "How many are we talking about?"

  "Five. All girls but me."

  Five girls and his Kendall. He'd bet there were a ton of expectations on Ken's shoulders, the whole gay thing aside. "And you're the big brother?"

  "I am. My dad died when I was eight and my mom remarried."

  "Oh, I'm sorry." He took hold of Ken's shoulder, rubbed it.

  "Me, too. She married an asshole."

  Barton nodded, making a hunch. "Is he the one who sent you...away?"

  "Yeah. He's a preacher and..." Ken shrugged. "You know."

  "Hellfire and brimstone, eh? Your mom agreed with him on that?"

  "My mom... There's a lot of kids and a lot of bills. She doesn't need the hassle of a fucked-up son."

  "You're not fucked up, Ken. You're not." He hugged Ken hard, right there in the park.

  "Someone might see you, Barton. You have a lot to lose."

  "I don't care who sees me, Kendall. I've never had to hide who I was." He knew how damn lucky that made him. He just wished it wasn't remarkable.

  "No? Not at work even?" Ken looked at Barton like he couldn't believe it.

  "I don't go running around in gay pride paint and a pink tutu, hitting on anything in pants, but they know I'm gay."

  Ken chuckled. "You really don't seem like a tutu would suit..."