((Scene contains references to adult situations.))
Summer vacation was winding down; just this weekend and then summer school began. Correy was still in his dorm room, cleaning it until the floors shone and not a book or pencil was out of place. Kenny was supposed to be back soon and Correy wanted everything perfect. The sheets and blanket on the bed had been washed and replaced, and the windows were open to let in the fresh air. The room no longer smelled like an ashtray, or reeked of sex. Once everything was cleaned, Correy sat himself down at the desk to peruse the internet. He had nothing but time to kill for now.
A few days with his family always reduced Kenny's stress levels while raising his self-consciousness to new heights. He looked forward to coming back to Correy after even a single day in his mother's company - he loved her, but she was desperate for him to grow out of his sexuality and find a nice girl to produce babies with. Caoimhe had been home, though, which meant he'd had his favorite sister to run defence for him whenever their mother started in on the 'I want to be a grandmother' topic.
Long legs carried him at a comfortable pace up the stairs of the residences and along the corridor, opening his own door for a brief moment to throw his bag and coat inside before continuing along to Correy's room. He didn't even bother to knock, letting himself in with a warm grin for his lover. "Wankin' without me?"
Now there was the voice Correy had been missing. He turned when the door opened and stood up. "Never." With a laugh, he rushed to Kenny, enveloping the Irishman in a hug. "God, I've missed you." He leaned just far enough to give Kenny the welcome he deserved in a passionate kiss.
Long arms wrapped around Correy, lips upturned to take the kiss offered and return it with grinning enthusiasm. There was something different, Kenny could tell; something had changed since he'd left, for the better. Correy seemed less tense than he had been even since they'd met. Leaning back, the Irishman patted Correy's rear fondly, twisting to thump down onto a corner of the bed. "Aye, missed you, too," he agreed with a nod. "What've I been missin'?"
"Well, me, I hope." Correy laughed and turned to sit his skinny ass on the bed beside Kenny. He reached to take Kenny's hand and he held it as he looked into Kenny's face. "I did it. I did what you told me to do. Rori came over yesterday." He winced and held his breath, hoping that Kenny wasn't playing reverse psychology and really didn't want him to have sex with a girl.
"Aside from you, y'ninny." Chuckling, Kenny linked his fingers between those of his lover, blowing his long sandy fringe out of his face. Blue eyes lit up with a wider, more appreciative smile as Correy nervously confessed doing as he'd suggested. "Oh, aye?" he asked, impressed. "I don't see any injuries. Did she not hit you this time?"
"No, no broken nose this time," Correy let out the breath he was holding. This was going better than he'd expected. "I know you're going to rub it in, but I think you were right. I did feel better afterwards." He squeezed Kenny's hand then and regained eye contact. "You're not upset and just hiding it really well, are you?"
"You are jokin', right?" Kendrick laughed, pushing himself back on the bed until he was leaning back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. "I want details, mate. And next time, I'm watchin'." A lascivious look flickered in his eyes as he licked his lips teasingly. "Reckon it'd be f*ckin' sexy to watch you screw a girl you've been hung up on for the last year."
Color flooded Correy's face and his chin dropped. "Oh man, you want details" I don't know, it just..." he shrugged and looked up at Kenny. "It happened kind of fast. She seemed really into it." Correy frowned then, and got up. "Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t."
Kenny blinked, surprised when Correy cut himself off. It wasn't like his lover to give up on the chance to paint an erotic picture with words whenever he could. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" he asked curiously, hoping his disappointment didn't show too badly.
He was eager to hear all the details, all about this Rori who still fascinated Correy so much, but it wasn't entirely for Correy's sake. Natural curiosity, suppressed for a long time in answer to bullying and teasing, was rearing its head. He was glad he could live that part of himself vicariously through Correy.
"I....God, I'm so stupid!" Correy smacked himself in the forehead and frowned deeper. He shook his head and finally put his hands on his hips. "I forgot to wear a condom." He was clearly very angry at himself for this one little mistake.
One blonde brow arched as Kenny watched his lover, a faint frown furrowing his brows. "Is she the type to take your sperm and run?" he asked, not entirely sure what the panic was here. He assumed that Correy had had enough close encounters with the girl before to know whether or not she was fertile.
"No," he groaned and sank back down onto the bed. "If she's pregnant, it could f*ck up her entire life." Correy was thinking about the throne she could possibly inherit some day. A bastard child would be a black mark on her royal family. "Let's just pray she's not, for her sake."
The Irishman studied him for a long moment, one hand landing on his lover's shoulder to squeeze at the tense knots beneath Correy's skin. "Love, you're makin' less sense than usual," he pointed out quietly. "A baby isn't that big a deal for anyone these days."
Correy felt some of the tension fade from his shoulder when Kenny's hand landed there. He turned to look Kenny in the eyes again. "She's not just anyone, Kenny. She's Princess Aurora from Nyan'Din. Second in line to the throne. And her daddy doesn't take kindly to his little princess being all grown up. If she shows up there pregnant, they'll take her away and have me made into a eunuch."
There was a long pause as Kenny let this all sink in, staring at Correy in faint incredulity. He'd heard of Nyan'Din in passing, aware that it was a city state with a royal family, that the crown prince had yet to produce a baby with his new wife, but that was all gossip. This ....this was real. "You're seriously tellin' me you got beat up by a princess?" He couldn't hide the grin at the mental image of a sweet little blonde in a pink ballgown and tiara wailing on Correy.
Correy's jaw dropped at Kenny's reaction. "She's not just some princess. She's mean! She hits hard and I didn't know it was coming." Correy scoot back until he was leaning against the wall, next to Kenny. "But other than that drama, it was the best sex I'd had with a girl, ever."
"She's mean, huh?" Kenny snorted with laughter, rolling his eyes. "I should introduce you to Saraid sometime. Now she's mean." He turned his head to watch Correy fondly as the important confession was made. "She's that good, is she" And she doesn't mind me watchin' you two, or didn't you ask her yet?"
Summer vacation was winding down; just this weekend and then summer school began. Correy was still in his dorm room, cleaning it until the floors shone and not a book or pencil was out of place. Kenny was supposed to be back soon and Correy wanted everything perfect. The sheets and blanket on the bed had been washed and replaced, and the windows were open to let in the fresh air. The room no longer smelled like an ashtray, or reeked of sex. Once everything was cleaned, Correy sat himself down at the desk to peruse the internet. He had nothing but time to kill for now.
A few days with his family always reduced Kenny's stress levels while raising his self-consciousness to new heights. He looked forward to coming back to Correy after even a single day in his mother's company - he loved her, but she was desperate for him to grow out of his sexuality and find a nice girl to produce babies with. Caoimhe had been home, though, which meant he'd had his favorite sister to run defence for him whenever their mother started in on the 'I want to be a grandmother' topic.
Long legs carried him at a comfortable pace up the stairs of the residences and along the corridor, opening his own door for a brief moment to throw his bag and coat inside before continuing along to Correy's room. He didn't even bother to knock, letting himself in with a warm grin for his lover. "Wankin' without me?"
Now there was the voice Correy had been missing. He turned when the door opened and stood up. "Never." With a laugh, he rushed to Kenny, enveloping the Irishman in a hug. "God, I've missed you." He leaned just far enough to give Kenny the welcome he deserved in a passionate kiss.
Long arms wrapped around Correy, lips upturned to take the kiss offered and return it with grinning enthusiasm. There was something different, Kenny could tell; something had changed since he'd left, for the better. Correy seemed less tense than he had been even since they'd met. Leaning back, the Irishman patted Correy's rear fondly, twisting to thump down onto a corner of the bed. "Aye, missed you, too," he agreed with a nod. "What've I been missin'?"
"Well, me, I hope." Correy laughed and turned to sit his skinny ass on the bed beside Kenny. He reached to take Kenny's hand and he held it as he looked into Kenny's face. "I did it. I did what you told me to do. Rori came over yesterday." He winced and held his breath, hoping that Kenny wasn't playing reverse psychology and really didn't want him to have sex with a girl.
"Aside from you, y'ninny." Chuckling, Kenny linked his fingers between those of his lover, blowing his long sandy fringe out of his face. Blue eyes lit up with a wider, more appreciative smile as Correy nervously confessed doing as he'd suggested. "Oh, aye?" he asked, impressed. "I don't see any injuries. Did she not hit you this time?"
"No, no broken nose this time," Correy let out the breath he was holding. This was going better than he'd expected. "I know you're going to rub it in, but I think you were right. I did feel better afterwards." He squeezed Kenny's hand then and regained eye contact. "You're not upset and just hiding it really well, are you?"
"You are jokin', right?" Kendrick laughed, pushing himself back on the bed until he was leaning back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. "I want details, mate. And next time, I'm watchin'." A lascivious look flickered in his eyes as he licked his lips teasingly. "Reckon it'd be f*ckin' sexy to watch you screw a girl you've been hung up on for the last year."
Color flooded Correy's face and his chin dropped. "Oh man, you want details" I don't know, it just..." he shrugged and looked up at Kenny. "It happened kind of fast. She seemed really into it." Correy frowned then, and got up. "Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t."
Kenny blinked, surprised when Correy cut himself off. It wasn't like his lover to give up on the chance to paint an erotic picture with words whenever he could. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" he asked curiously, hoping his disappointment didn't show too badly.
He was eager to hear all the details, all about this Rori who still fascinated Correy so much, but it wasn't entirely for Correy's sake. Natural curiosity, suppressed for a long time in answer to bullying and teasing, was rearing its head. He was glad he could live that part of himself vicariously through Correy.
"I....God, I'm so stupid!" Correy smacked himself in the forehead and frowned deeper. He shook his head and finally put his hands on his hips. "I forgot to wear a condom." He was clearly very angry at himself for this one little mistake.
One blonde brow arched as Kenny watched his lover, a faint frown furrowing his brows. "Is she the type to take your sperm and run?" he asked, not entirely sure what the panic was here. He assumed that Correy had had enough close encounters with the girl before to know whether or not she was fertile.
"No," he groaned and sank back down onto the bed. "If she's pregnant, it could f*ck up her entire life." Correy was thinking about the throne she could possibly inherit some day. A bastard child would be a black mark on her royal family. "Let's just pray she's not, for her sake."
The Irishman studied him for a long moment, one hand landing on his lover's shoulder to squeeze at the tense knots beneath Correy's skin. "Love, you're makin' less sense than usual," he pointed out quietly. "A baby isn't that big a deal for anyone these days."
Correy felt some of the tension fade from his shoulder when Kenny's hand landed there. He turned to look Kenny in the eyes again. "She's not just anyone, Kenny. She's Princess Aurora from Nyan'Din. Second in line to the throne. And her daddy doesn't take kindly to his little princess being all grown up. If she shows up there pregnant, they'll take her away and have me made into a eunuch."
There was a long pause as Kenny let this all sink in, staring at Correy in faint incredulity. He'd heard of Nyan'Din in passing, aware that it was a city state with a royal family, that the crown prince had yet to produce a baby with his new wife, but that was all gossip. This ....this was real. "You're seriously tellin' me you got beat up by a princess?" He couldn't hide the grin at the mental image of a sweet little blonde in a pink ballgown and tiara wailing on Correy.
Correy's jaw dropped at Kenny's reaction. "She's not just some princess. She's mean! She hits hard and I didn't know it was coming." Correy scoot back until he was leaning against the wall, next to Kenny. "But other than that drama, it was the best sex I'd had with a girl, ever."
"She's mean, huh?" Kenny snorted with laughter, rolling his eyes. "I should introduce you to Saraid sometime. Now she's mean." He turned his head to watch Correy fondly as the important confession was made. "She's that good, is she" And she doesn't mind me watchin' you two, or didn't you ask her yet?"