The storm came in with almost no warning. Blistering winds were howling through the walls of the house, and the sky barely cast any light through the windows. Kensei just gave the darkened scenery an irritated look from the cozy kitchen as the rain fell.
“Shit, I thought I'd be able to get a quick run around the block today,” he muttered. He had the weather report playing in the other room. “And this is gonna keep up all day tomorrow, too? How the hell do you miss a storm like this?” It wasn't abnormal for him to prepare for typhoons and blizzards before they come around, and Ken was lucky enough to have any time to prepare for this storm. The groceries were still sitting on the counter, barely sorted out.
It was only moments after Ken finished putting away the vegetables that a frantic but light rapping came on the door. Ken squinted at the door. Someone was outside with this storm raging? It was only safe to assume they were looking for a respite from the abysmal weather, but he had reservations about answering their call. His hesitation only lasted a moment, and he reached out to the doorknob. As he swung the door open, he was greeted with a familiar mop of orange hair, drenched and darkened with rainwater. His round glasses were slightly crooked, and it looked as if the young man was still catching his breath.
“Daisuke?” Ken's face was caught somewhere between confusion and concern. “What the hell are you doing!? How did you get caught in this shit?” Before Daisuke even opened his mouth, Ken had yanked him inside.
“I was stuck at school; I was looking through the library when -” He was studdering and shivering as he spoke. “- when I got a call from my dad about the storm. I'm really sorry, I was just hoping to stop off for a few minutes or so--”
“Yeah, fuck no.” Ken had already opened up the closet and tossed a towel right over Daisuke's head. “You're not going back out there. Not until this storm passes.”
“But my dad--”
“-- will agree with me, and you know it.” Ken pinched the bridge of his nose. “You think he's going to let you go out in that mess?” For a moment, their eyes met, and Ken could see that subtle fear on Daisuke's face. He softened his expression as Daisuke escaped his glare. “Make yourself at home, alright? But first, take that shirt off; it's soaked.”
He hesitated, but he complied all the same. He clumsily unbuttoned the shirt, but stopped short after the first two buttons. “You uh...” The words escaped him, as simple as they seemed. His face was flushed. “You don't happen to have anything else I can wear in the meantime, do you?”
“I have a shirt or two, yeah. You should probably take a shower first though.” Ken pointed out the washroom at the top of the staircase. The shower was compact, much like the rest of the house. Daisuke climbed the stairs, leaving a damp trail behind him. Ken took a look at the remaining food on the counter, and resigned himself to sorting them out. He took the time to consider his options with Daisuke lodging with him. He was lucky enough that he had extra food stocked for the storm, and perhaps even luckier that Kenshin, his little brother, had been caught visiting a trusted friend. Kenny would probably be staying at her place, which meant Ken had the extra room, if he needed it. If worst came to worst, there was a futon in the closet Ken could use; he wasn't against giving Daisuke the bed. All that left was contacting Daisuke's father. He knew the man well enough, so he didn't have any qualms with talking to him, and he knew Daisuke's dad wouldn't leave his son to brave the storm any further than he had.
He took pause on that fact. Did Daisuke know that, too? They both take the same route to school, and Daisuke's house is only so much further than Ken's. It wouldn't have taken much longer for Daisuke to walk the rest of the way, but if he was already out of the storm, why proceed any further? Daisuke was clever enough to realize that, Ken was sure of it, but he was also reserved and shy; he wasn't the type to ask favours of people, especially if he felt he might be a burden on them. This perplexed Ken for a while longer, at least until Daisuke had seemed to finish his shower. He realized Daisuke still didn't have any clothes to wear, and rushed up the stairs to grab a fresh shirt and some form of bottom wear for him. After retrieving the clothes, he ducked into the washroom with the clothes in hand.
It only took him that instant to realize his mistake, and in that instant he saw more than he expected. Daisuke was quick to rush the towel up over his body, but the damage was done. Ken shook off the initial shock and shut the door in a rush. “Shit, sorry,” Ken shouted from the other side of the door. The image was playing itself in his head vividly. The clothes were still in his hand, but he was left in awe with the image so that he couldn't hand them to Daisuke. He felt the heat in his cheeks.
“Um, Ken...” Daisuke's voice was shaken. “You don't mind giving me those clothes, do you?”
Ken and Daisuke had retired to the living room, watching whatever they could find. The winds continued to rage against the walls of the house, as rain pelted the windows. Daisuke didn't seemed fazed by the earlier incident, but Ken was another story. The sight was burned into his eyes, and it left him awash with all sorts of emotions. Jealousy, guilt, curiosity... He never had an interest in other men, but there was a strange undertone of lust as he recalled Daisuke's naked figure. Strangely, seeing Daisuke in his own clothes didn't help calm him. The tee shirt was clearly too large for Daisuke, as it left much more of his neckline exposed than normal. The pants didn't need to be mentioned; if he wasn't seated, he would need to hold them up manually. Just that thought alone made Ken consider if his grip slipped.
“Hey, Dai...” He felt his cheeks flush. He wasn't sure how to approach this. He wasn't even sure if he should approach this. All he could think about was what he saw. He wanted to take back those words, but he already had Daisuke's attention on him. A different subject came to mind. “How have things been with you and Marisa?”
“Oh, we broke up just a little while ago.” To Ken's surprise, Daisuke made the point nonchalantly.
“Seriously? Sorry, dude...”
“It's fine. It was kind of sad at first, but we're still good friends, so it's not like a lot changed.” Ken was caught off guard by the situation once again. He wasn't sure how to make sense of Daisuke's calm demeanor over the situation.
“Are you... Sure everything's alright? I mean, I don't wanna pry...”
Daisuke chuckled lightly. “Don't worry, I'm not torn up over it. I was the one who told her I wanted a break, after all.” Again, Ken didn't know what to think. How could this awkward, shy guy keep surprising him like this?
“Well, I guess whatever the reason, I'm glad you're both doing fine.” Ken took a moment to consider that. “I mean I assume Marisa's doing fine, anyway. She wouldn't get too torn up about it either, if you guys talked it over.”
“Of course. She actually thought it was time she spent some time solo, too.”
“I don't think she'll be flying solo for too long, though.” Ken smirked. “She could get another man on her arm, no problem!” Daisuke turned his head away on that. Ken realized his mistake in an instant. “I- I mean, if that's what she wants to do, anyway! It's not like she'd go out of her way to replace you just like that!”
“No, that's not it,” Daisuke scoffed. It sounded like he was choking back laughter. He took a moment before he explained. “I just kind of took that a bit more literally, like she's lifting someone off the ground with one arm!” Ken started laughing at that.
“I mean, she could totally do that, yeah!” Ken knew she was nearly as strong as he was, physically speaking. It wouldn't take much for her to lift someone of Daisuke's size off the ground.
Daisuke's size.
Ken hid his face from Daisuke in an instant. Why did that pop into his head again? He was trying to avoid thinking of that. This wasn't like him at all. He tried looking for a reason, a solution, or some kind of a fix to this issue. Would seeing it again in a less awkward situation fix things? How was he supposed to make that happen?
“So I guess you're not looking for anything right now, right? Just gonna ride it out solo too, huh?” He wasn't sure that was the best call, bringing the topic back to Daisuke being single.
“Why do you ask?” Ken glanced over at Daisuke to find him staring him right in the face. Shit, he must have noticed. His worries were confirmed in an instant when Daisuke's quizzical expression changed to that of an unexpected realization. He picked up on it faster than Ken had hoped. How was he supposed to explain this sudden rush of emotion? Daisuke's eyes darted down, and his face turned bright red. Ken looked down in turn to find what Daisuke had seen. The panic in Ken's mind escalated to a frenzy, and he covered himself up instantly.
“Shit, I'm sorry! I didn't mean--” Ken was stammering. “I'm not trying to-- I don't know what's up with this either-- I mean it's not that you're not-- Look, this is...” Ken finally took a deep breath to calm himself. Daisuke was biting his lower lip, but Ken wasn't in the right frame of mind to tell if it was lust or just the tension of the situation. “I dunno what's up with me right now, it's just... I've never been into guys before this or anything, but I guess seeing you out of the shower triggered something in me...? Sorry, this is really fucking awkward right now.”
The silence was deafening. All that was left was the tap-tap of the rain against the windows and the muted roar of the wind outside. Daisuke looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. This turned south in an instant.
Fuck it, Ken thought to himself. I've never had the tact for these situations. Let's just try the direct approach.
“Hey, if you're into it... No one else is here. You wanna try doing it?” Daisuke's eyes widened. His blush deepened, to Ken's surprise. Just how red could this nerd get? “I mean, with another guy. We don't have to, but I mean, it might make this all feel less awkward.” He wasn't sure if that last bit was supposed to convince Daisuke or himself. “Just the one time.”
It took a moment and a lot of glances around the room before Daisuke could finally bring himself to respond. Even so, he seemed hesitant. “I guess... If you're okay with it, it's alright.” It almost seemed as if Daisuke was resigning himself to Ken. Was that out of trust, or was he not willing to protest? The thought left Ken with some guilt.
“Look, Dai, if you don't want to, we're not gonna do it.” Ken wouldn't dare to force himself on anyone, let alone a close friend like Daisuke. He had a bad enough experience with that before. He needed to know Daisuke wanted this before he could go any further.
“Well, it's not that I don't want to,” he explained, “I just didn't think I would've... Could have ended up... Sleeping with you... I mean you said it yourself: you haven't been into other men before this.” He averted his gaze. “I didn't think I'd be the kind of guy to awaken that in you, that's for sure.”
Ken gulped. “Yeah, I didn't see that coming either, really. But hey, maybe I'm just into skinny, nerdy types! I was dating Kei, after all!” Ken brought himself back. “Seriously, if you're not into this, I'm not gonna force you into this. I really can't let you go out in this storm, so there's no way I'm gonna make this any more uncomfortable on you.”
Daisuke gave a small grin. “It's fine. I'm okay with it. Just...” He took a moment to consider what he would say next. “I doubt you're the type to... Receive... And this would be my first time doing that, so we should probably take it slow at first.”
“We don't even have to go that far. Hell, we could just jerk off if you want.” He took a second to think of some other things two guys could do. What did Kei do to him? What did he do to her, that he could probably do with a guy? It'd be a lot easier for him to figure this out, if he could actually remember the time he spent with her. He tripped over every word as it came out of his mouth. “I guess give each other blow jobs... Or just one of us do that... Grab each other's pecs...?”
Daisuke raised an eyebrow as Ken trailed off. “Ken, I don't think it works like that. At least not for most guys.” He gave a look down to Ken's groin. “We should probably just try what works for ourselves first, and find our way around past that.” As Daisuke spoke, Ken found him between his legs, already undoing his belt. Ken fidgeted a bit. It had just come to his attention that – while Ken had seen plenty of what Daisuke was packing – Daisuke hadn't seen Ken's member before. Now that he was aware of the difference between them, it left him nervous.
But as Daisuke pulled down Ken's boxers, it didn't seem like Daisuke concerned over the size of Ken's shaft. It sprang out as the elastic of his boxers descended down his legs. It was more like a soda can than a sausage, in that it was a bit short but fairly thick. That didn't deter Daisuke from wrapping his hand around the girthy tool. As he stroked it slowly, up and down, Ken's foreskin moved in turn, massaging his glans. Ken moaned.
“Damn, you know what you're doing. You sure you haven't done this before?” He chuckled softly. He realized, though, that it was hardly fair that he let Daisuke do all the work. His hand ventured down Daisuke's back, running softly over the oversized shirt. A shiver seemed to follow Ken's hand down Daisuke's spine. That hand could probably come back around to Daisuke's front and reach between his legs, but there was this strange intimidation that came over Ken. That was what triggered all this, but knowing what lied there, he felt that same strange jealousy, but now mixed in with fear. He chose to continue trailing down Daisuke's back, reaching below his waist. So much for trying what works for himself.
Even as he thought that, Ken felt something wet engulf his cock. Ken shivered, and looked down to find Daisuke's head in his lap, bobbing up and down smoothly. Ken brought his free hand over Daisuke's head, guiding his pace. He brought his more adventurous hand back to his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around each one of his fingers. It was a bit gross, he thought, but he didn't have any other way to prepare Daisuke for what he was planning. He brought his hand back under Daisuke's briefs, working and searching until he found his target. As Ken's hands ran over Daisuke's hole for the first time, it gave him a chill that ran through his whole body. The chill intensified as Ken slipped a finger inside of him, and he moaned on Ken's member. It felt strange to have his hole entered, and the dampened digit felt chilly, but none of it was unwelcome.
Just as Daisuke had become used to Ken's fingers, they retreated from his hole. His other hand left Daisuke's head at the same time, gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head. Ken's exposed torso brought Daisuke upright, and he removed his own shirt in turn. It was a subtle struggle to pull the oversized shirt off. Ken took that opportunity to remove Daisuke's pants, or at least he tried to take it. As his hands gripped the waistband of those white briefs, Ken stared nervously at the tent between Daisuke's legs. This was supposed to be the point behind all this, right? To kill this hesitation and awkward atmosphere. Why was he still so scared? Daisuke must have taken notice by now.
He knew what words would work up the courage to keep this moving forward. The same words that got this started. Fuck it.
With those words, he pulled down Daisuke's pants to reveal the rod that lied beneath. He knew how large Daisuke's dick was soft, but now that he saw it hard, it was much clearer the difference between the two. It was only so much thinner than Ken's own member, but the difference in length was unmistakable. It had to be at least 20 centimeters, Ken guessed. Strangely, though, now that he could see it in front of him, the feelings of envy and fear seemed long gone, replaced more with raw desire.
All the same, Ken knew he wasn't handling that rod today. He gently shoved Daisuke to his back as he slipped his pants down his legs. Ken's arms found their way in between Daisuke's thighs, spreading them open to give a clear view of the rest of Daisuke's lithe figure. His arms gripped the floor, already braced for what was to come next. He looked Ken in the eyes, if only for a few seconds, before he had to look away in embarrassment. He gulped.
“Just take it slow at first, okay?”
“You think I'm just gonna ram it in there?” Ken was already aligning the head of his dick to Daisuke's hole. “Relax, I'll be gentle.” He pulled back and worked his hips forward, massaging Daisuke's ass. Ken gave him a smirk. “For a minute or two, anyway. Just tell me when you're ready for me to pick up the pace.”
Daisuke returned Ken's smile, and his eyes found themselves between his own legs. Ken worked back and forth against his hole a few more times before he began pushing himself inside of Daisuke. A loud moan escaped his lips as he felt the head begin to enter him. The first couple of inches took the most effort, but soon his insides relaxed to Ken's girth, and it wasn't long before he felt himself filled with Ken's cock. The length wasn't uncomfortable to Daisuke; it was the girth that made his hole feel sore. The longer Ken's tool stayed inside Daisuke, the less painful it felt.
Just a few seconds left, where he could take the time to feel the sensation of being entered. Just a few seconds of that, and Ken began to move. The strokes began slow, and with each thrust inside of him, Daisuke replied with a hushed gasp. He felt in sync with Ken; the thick member filling his rear seemed to complete him in that moment. It felt so good, so hard, and somehow so gentle. These new, alien emotions didn't seem to bother him in the moment. He wanted more.
He must have said that out loud without realizing it, because Ken seemed to know it was time to get more forceful. The thrusts seemed to come faster, and soon Ken's muscular chest bounced in rhythm to his hips' movements. He kept a grip on Daisuke's legs, but only enough to keep himself inside. His escalated pace started to rock Daisuke's hard-on back and forth, slapping back and forth between their abdomens. Ken's breath became more audible as he worked Daisuke's hole. Whatever awkward tension existed in the air seemed to clear out by that point, and Ken was completely invested in pounding Daisuke.
His pace gradually quickened, as did his breathing. It felt as if they had barely begun, but Ken was reaching his limit. He kept rocking back and forth into Daisuke's ass, the force of his thrusts shaking Daisuke's grip on the floor. Ken was beginning to tense up, and his cock was pulsing inside of Daisuke. He became more and more painfully aware of it with each stroke. Was Daisuke getting tighter around his cock? The resistance of Daisuke's hole drove Ken into a frenzy, as he tried his hardest to stay on the edge just a little longer. He wasn't ready to end it just yet. Daisuke gave out a loud yelp, and tightened even more around Ken's thick cock, as he reached his own climax. Ken saw just one rope of Daisuke's cum launch out of his dick, with enough force to land on his face and glasses, and it sent him over the edge. With one last heave, Ken forced his cock as deep as he could go, as his thick seed sprayed out from his cock head and into Daisuke's body. They were in sync, their loads shooting out in time with the other. Ken pulled himself out of Daisuke's hole, firmly, but slow enough to keep from hurting him, as he continued to breed him. His cock escaped its confines, and drooled out one last trail of thick, white cum.
Ken was still coming down from the orgasm, looking at Daisuke from above. The towering member Ken had seen before was flaccid against his stomach, leaking a small trail of cum down his hip. His pale skin was coated in an even paler mess of fluid, that leaked down the sides of his chest as he breathed heavily. It seemed that Daisuke's cum wasn't quite as thick as Ken's own; it was translucent, and nearly camouflaged with his body, had it not shone in the light. There was more than one clear trail of semen on Daisuke's face, but only one had shot far enough to cover the lens of his spectacles. He could only enjoy the moment for just a second longer, before he realized it kind of grossed him out. He turned his head away, now afraid to meet Daisuke's eyes all over again.
“Shit, sorry.” He realized his mistake. “I should've told you I was coming, huh?”
“It's fine, don't worry.” There was a hint of glee in Daisuke's voice. “It's not like I can get pregnant from that. What's the worst that could happen?”
“Yeah, still, I didn't mean to get that carried away.” He glanced back at Daisuke's face. He was sporting a goofy, awkward grin. He took a moment to wipe away some of the cum that was trickling onto his lips. “I think it's just been a long time for me.”
“Well, either way, I'm starting to think there was no point in taking that shower earlier.” Daisuke started to stand up, but he tumbled around before he could find his footing. “Now I have to get cleaned up all over again!”
Before Daisuke could even take another step, Ken grasped his hand. It caught him by surprise, but he didn't jump. Instead, his eyes darted to Ken's face, and then down to his cock. It was hard again, or did it even get the chance to soften? He felt his own dick throb in response.
“That can wait a bit longer, can't it?”