Remember Me(27)

“Need you now,” Kenny panted out.

“You’re almost ready for me, mate.”

Michael added more lube while scissoring his fingers. Kenny spread his legs wider, rocking his hips back and forth, impaling his hole onto Michael’s fingers. He pulled his fingers out of Kenny’s ass and his mate moaned in disappointment. Wiping the excess lube over his shaft, Michael pressed the head of his cock into Kenny’s entrance, pushing slowly until the tip slipped past the ring of muscle. He inched in as Kenny slowly relaxed, granting him access.

“My mate,” Michael groaned.

Tight, moist heat surrounded Michael’s shaft. Once he was seated deeply inside Kenny’s ass, Michael swiveled his hips and Kenny shouted out his name. He gripped Kenny’s hips, holding his human steady as he began to fuck Kenny’s ass in hard, deep thrusts. He watched his cock disappear and reappear with each stroke. It was a sight he would never tire of.

“I’m close,” Kenny warned him.

Covering the length of Kenny’s back, Michael reached around and gripped the young man’s cock. He slid his fist up and down Kenny’s shaft until the man cursed, his cock throbbing. Kenny came in Michael’s hand as his ass spasmed, tightening around Michael’s dick. Michael tried to hold back, but it was no use.

His hips snapped forward, wild and uncoordinated. Buried deep, he roared as his cock erupted, shooting jets of cum inside his mate’s ass. Michael’s teeth exploded from his gums and Michael bit down on Kenny’s shoulder, marking the man once more. Kenny’s blood touched his tongue and Michael moaned.

Michael took deep breaths through his nose as he licked the mark closed. Wrapping his arms around Kenny’s waist, Michael held Kenny close as he rolled to his side, cradling Kenny.

“Is it still Monday?” Kenny asked.

“I hope so.” Michael rubbed his nose against the back of Kenny’s neck, his cock still firmly planted inside his mate’s ass. “Because I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“Me either,” Kenny sighed, before groaning in disappointment. “I have to go to work tomorrow.”

Michael chuckled. “Me too. What time do you get off?”

“I work at an attorney office, it’s a normal nine to five.” Kenny shrugged.

“Why don’t you meet me at the club when you get off and come home with me?”

“I could do that. Maybe I’ll even be able to convince Jim and LeeAnn to join me. A birthday do-over.”

“I like the sound of that,” Michael simply said, an idea running through his mind.



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Kenny walked into work on Tuesday morning whistling. He twirled his cloth lunchbox as he strolled through the office toward his cubicle. Michael kept him entertained in bed until the early hours, when they had finally passed out from sheer exhaustion. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, but that didn’t faze him one bit. He woke up wrapped in Michael’s strong arms.

When he reached his little square box, Kenny sat down and started his computer.

“Good morning.” Jim slipped into his cubicle and sat down on the small chair across from Kenny. “How are you feeling?”

“Fantastic,” Kenny said, placing his lunch box into the bottom drawer of his desk.

“Fantastic? I thought you weren’t feeling well yesterday.” Jim rested an elbow on the edge of Kenny’s desk.

“I wasn’t feeling good,” he confirmed. “But then I met someone and everything changed.”

There was so much more to the story than that, but he didn’t want to tell Jim all the details. He respected the man and didn’t want Jim to think badly of him for making bad choices.

“How did you meet someone?”

“I went to the Silver Bullet to celebrate my birthday.”

“Wait…what? Did you go alone? When?”

Kenny exhaled. He leaned back in the black office chair and stared up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words.

“I met Michael Moriarty on Saturday and we reconnected on Monday. I’m going to the Silver Bullet after work to meet him. Do you want to come?”

“Uh…um…” Jim really didn’t look as though he wanted to go, but after almost a minute, he reluctantly nodded. “Sure. I guess I can go to a place full of half-naked men.”

“Why do you sound so depressed when you say, half-naked men?” Kenny and Jim both looked up and stared at LeeAnn as she joined their conversation.

“Jim doesn’t want to join me at the Silver Bullet after work,” Kenny said, knowing that LeeAnn would back him.

Before Kenny arrived in New Orleans, LeeAnn had been trying to set Jim up with any available gay man she ran into and Jim managed to evade every move she made. He was extremely good at using evasive maneuvers. In fact, Kenny was almost positive the man would wiggle his way out of joining him at the club.