Topic: A Matter of Trust

Kendrick Doherty

Date: 2012-06-30 09:19 EST
((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?"

Kendrick Doherty

Date: 2012-06-30 09:27 EST
"She was surprised you weren't here, taking a video of it," Correy admitted with a nod. "I thought I'd talk to you before introducing you to her. She's not the sweet little princess polly you think she is." He smiled then and lay his head back against the wall. "But she agreed to friends with bennies. So we're all good. Right?"

"Good." Kenny grinned over at him, nudging with one elbow. "So ....details. What's she look like, what was she wearin', what?d you do to each other." His grin deepened, surprising eagerness glinting in his blue eyes as he chuckled, trying to cover his genuine interest in knowing what it was like to be so intimate with a woman. "How often."

Correy hadn't known Kenny to be so inquisitive about anything before. He laughed and his face flushed again. "Well, she's got this long, almost white hair. It's really blond. Blue eyes that pop because she wears a lot of black eye make up. Her skin is so white you can almost see through it and it's so soft. Her body is f*cking amazing." He shook his head and grinned crookedly. "I don't remember what she was wearing, except the blue thong. I ate her through it."

"What does she taste like?" Kenny asked curiously, looping his arm about Correy's shoulders as he listened, fascinated as much by the description as he was by the excitement he could feel rising in his lover at the memory. And slightly bemused by the arousal he felt at the mental image of the girl Correy was describing to him. But then, any interest in women these days confused the hell out of him.

Correy leaned against Kenny, his hand moving to Kenny's thigh. "She tastes like cotton candy and fifty year old scotch and sex." He laughed softly at his own description. "She blew me, deep throat, and I thought I was going to die. Then she got on top and I sucked her tits. She's got this piercing and loves for it to be tugged on. Right here." He pointed to his left nipple. "I'm telling you, she's smoking hot."

She sounds it. Kenny cleared his throat, shifting a little as he felt his cock twitch, his jeans suddenly a lot tighter than he'd been expecting. He felt ashamed of the fact that it wasn't wholly thanks to the hand on his thigh, either. "What's it like?" he heard himself ask through a faint frown. "Being inside her?"

Correy shifted to be able to see Kenny's face better, the frown in his voice more noticable than Kenny may have liked. And when Correy turned, his hand brushed over the bulge in Kenny's pants. He looked down at it, then up at Kenny. "It's not like with a guy, she stretches and it's a lot less painful. Kenny, why is this turning you on?"

"It's not." The denial was automatic, despite the way he stiffened under the brush of Correy's hand, blue eyes meeting those of his lover with as much honesty as he could muster. "I'm gay, m'not interested in girls, remember" It's thinkin' about you that's gettin' me hot'n'bothered." It wasn't the most convincing of lines, but it was the best he had, confused himself by his reaction to Correy's graphic descriptions.

Correy wasn't completely convinced, but he wasn't going to argue about it. He settled back in against Kenny's side and lay his head against Kenny's shoulder. "When she c*ms, the muscles in there clamp down, but it feels really good. Makes me c*m almost instantly every time."

"That sounds pretty amazin'." Where had that come from" Clearing his throat again, Kenny shook his head, squeezing his arm about Correy's shoulders. "I mean the way you describe it. No wonder you need a girl now and then."

Correy looked up at Kenny, then sat up, away from him. "You want to f*ck her, don't you?" It wasn't an accusation. Correy had a sneaking suspicion he'd just learned something about Kenny. He just wondered if it were true, could Correy be as gracious about things as Kenny seemed to be?

Kenny snorted derisively, suddenly defensive, his frown deepening as he shook his head again, fear flaring in his eyes for a moment. "Why'd I want to do that when I've got you?" he asked, deliberately not answering. He didn't want to lie to Correy, but he was deathly afraid that answering his lover's question truthfully would result in Correy leaving him. That he'd be alone, just as as the bullies back at home had predicted; a freak who didn't deserve anything but isolation.

"Because, 'that sounds pretty amazin'." Correy tried to imitate Kenny's accent but couldn't quite manage it. "And you're getting defensive and not answering the question, young man." He smiled then and poked Kenny in the chest. "Fess up."

One long-fingered hand rose to catch Correy's as he poked, guilt and shame filling Kenny's expression as he looked down. "I shouldn't," he said quietly. "Took me years to be brave enough to come out, I can't ....I shouldn't find girls interestin'." He scowled, angry with himself now. "S'confusin', Correy. What's it mean?"

Correy's heart nearly broke with the look on Kenny's face and the fear in his voice. Crooking his finger around Kenny's he drew his hand up to his own mouth and kissed it softly. "Means we're not so different, baby. Means you're smarter than most in that you believe love has nothing to do with gender." His smile was gentle and in no way mocking or teasing. "There's nothing wrong with feeling that way."

Kenny's frown remained, but Correy's reassurances went a long way toward easing the fear from his eyes as he slowly relaxed. "You don't mind it?" he asked uncertainly. "I had to leave home because I went with fellas, love. I can't suddenly be likin' girls now, too."

"I don't mind it," Correy reassured him. "And I'll bet it's not a suddenly kind of thing. You've liked them all along, but you fought so hard to be accepted as gay that to admit you like girls would be some kind of weakness. And it's not. It's who you are and I think you're beautiful."

Kenny nodded slowly, his free hand rising to rub at his temple slowly. "I love you, you know," he said suddenly, the words making themselves known for the first time between them, his hand twisting to grip Correy's wrist as his eyes burned into those of his lover fervently. "And wantin' to f*ck someone isn't the same as doin' it, you know that, don't you?"

Correy's jaw popped open the moment Kenny's mouth formed the first three words and he really didn't hear anything else. His eyes went wide and he leaned forward. Shaking his head, he blinked and then shook his head again. "I think I'm hearing things, what?d you just say?" And then that happy grin emerged once again.

Kendrick Doherty

Date: 2012-06-30 09:35 EST
Kenny's brow rose again, but at least his concern, his uncertainty, had softened away into the familiar quirk of his wry smile as he recognised his lover teasing him. "You heard," he grumped fondly, reaching out to curl his hand to the back of Correy's neck. He didn't pull him in for a kiss, but the gesture itself was loving, reforging their connection all over again.

"I did." Correy's nose crinkled as he got pulled closer. And even if Kenny hadn't been intending to kiss him, Correy kissed him anyway. "I love you, too. I just hope that I can be as....understanding as you are."

"You mean as pushy." Kenny's grin finally reappeared, his fearful tension pushed aside as though they had not just had this awkward conversation. "You can't miss what you've never had, aye?"

Correy chuckled and the tension between them was completely gone. "You can't miss it, but you can wonder an awful lot. And look at a lot of porn." He closed his eyes, now utterly relaxed. "Paid off having older cousins. Jon always scored the best smut." He then opened his eyes and looked up once again. "So, when would you like to meet her?"

Blue eyes found his earnestly for a moment. "You do know I'm not goin' to try and f*ck her just because I want to, right?" Kenny asked Correy fervently, needing his lover to feel secure. "She's your girl, I wouldn't do that to you, love."

Correy took a moment before he responded. "I trust you, Kenny. We do things together, and we don't hide anything from each other. If you and Rori hit it off, I won't stand in the way." A glint of mischief appeared in his eyes and on his mouth when the corner of his lips jerked northwards. "I'll be in the back, taking the video."

There was a growl from the Irishman. "You'll be in the action, steerin'," he said firmly, pulling Correy toward him for a kiss that claimed lips and more, pouring his relief and newfound bemusement at his own gently adjusted sexuality into his lover.

"Is th...mmph!" Correy was pulled into a kiss and he took the opportunity to wrap himself around Kenny's body. He giggled into the kiss and let his hands roam over Kenny's body. "Mmmm," he finally broke free to come up for air. "So now I know why you were so pushy about me being with a girl." The smile was still there, and his touches were gentle and loving. "And you understand where I was coming from when I say that nobody will come between us. I love you."

"I was pushy because you've been tense enough to twang since I met you, and obviously I was right," Kenny pointed out with a grin of his own. "You're all relaxed again today, which must have somethin' to do with your punchy princess' magic touch."

"When did sex become an end all, be all?" Correy chuckled and let his hands smooth down Kenny's chest. "Since I was a good boy, do I get a present?" Correy waggled his brows and crinkled his nose again. "I love the presents you bring back with you from Ireland."

"It's not the be all and end all," Kenny chuckled, catching Correy's hands as a low growl rumbled through his chest. "But gettin' your end away's done you a world o' good, hasn't it?" He pushed forward, knocking Correy down onto his back to lie over him comfortably. "Be glad I didn't bring Caoimhe back with me. She's desperate to meet you, you know."

Correy grinned as Kenny lay atop of him. His arms looped loosely around so he could play with the ends of Kenny's hair. "Seems your vacation home did you some good, too. You've not been this playful in a long time." Lifting his head, he placed a gentle kiss to Kenny's lips. "You could have brought Skeeter, but would you really trust her with a sexual deviant like me?"

"Lay a hand on my sister and you know what?ll happen." The threat was real enough, even if it was delivered with a grin, between kisses peppered to the lips he'd missed while he was away. Of course Kenny trusted Correy, but this was his favorite little sister; she warranted a chastity belt if at all possible.

"Sounds like a challenge," Correy teased, knowing Kenny enough to take the threat seriously. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Kenny's hips and squeezed. "Say it again, please?"

Kenny's forearms came to rest against the bed either side of Correy's head,taking his weight on elbows and knees as his lover wrapped around him, gently stroking the straining bulge in his jeans against its echo in Correy's. "I love you," he managed quietly, still struggling to say the words easily. "I know I don't say it like I should, but I do."

Correy smiled gently, his eyes glistening. He knew it wasn't easy for Kenny to say or admit, so he didn't push to hear it again. "You may not say it, but you sure do show it." He searched Kenny's eyes once more before lifting his head just enough to place a very soft and loving kiss to Kenny's lips. "I love you, so much."

"Glad to hear it." The man was utterly incapable of holding a serious moment for long, breaking into a grin as Correy's lips left his. "So who's a guy gotta f*ck around here to get a drink?"

Correy hugged him tightly, laughing out loud. "Which do you want first' The f*ck or the drink?" Laying his head back to the bed, he couldn't help but keep that grin upon his face. Correy couldn't remember being this happy or at such peace as he did right at this moment.

"Drink first." Kenny patted Correy gently on the head, pushing himself up onto his knees with a quiet chuckle. The sound of merriment faded into a vaguely nervous sigh as he rubbed his hand through his hair. "Your Rori isn't goin' to be a problem for us, is she?"

Correy snorted a laugh as he was pat upon the head. A little unwillingly, he let go of Kenny with his legs and looked up at him, again. "How is she going to be a problem?"

Kendrick Doherty

Date: 2012-06-30 09:42 EST
Kenny shrugged, uncertain why he was worrying exactly. "I don't know. Girls are supposed to feel things more easily than we are. She goin' to be able to cope with just bein' a friend with benefits without gettin' herself hurt' I won't let her break your nose again."

"She knows the rules, babe." Correy shrugged as he sat up. "I don't think it's going to be a problem, even if she gets pregnant. She knows I love you." He canted his head slightly. "What if she falls in love with you? Will you be able to deal with that?"

Kenny snorted with laughter, rolling his eyes. "How's she gonna fall for me when she's obviously still head over heels for you?" he countered with a grin. "Seriously, man ....how many exes do you have who'll jump into bed with you at the first opportunity without demandin' somethin' more'n friends?"

It was Correy's turn to snort with laughter. "She's not head over heels for me, she just wanted to get laid as much as I did. That's all. She scares most of the guys around her and when she's up on stage, she's downright frighteningly angry." Correy cast a glance sideways and a thought occurred to him. It caused his smile to fade a tiny bit and a miniscule line to form, briefly, between his brows.

Kenny didn't believe a word of it, but his denial of Correy's insistence was forestalled by that change in his lover's expression. His head tipped to one side, one had rising to pat Correy's cheek gently. "What's burrowin' in your brain now?"

Correy leaned into Kenny's palm and sighed softly. "What if you fall in love with her?" He searched Kenny's eyes and bit his lower lip. Correy didn't know how he'd react if he lost Kenny.

Kenny's expression softened as Correy expressed this worry, his hand gentling against his lover's cheek, turning the pat into a caress as his lips curved into a slow smile. "Now why would I do that when I'm already in love with you?" he asked quietly.

"Strange things happen in this town," Correy offered, not really knowing what else to say. And, as per usual when he didn't know what to say, he started spewing his random thoughts. "I don't think you would, but if there's a spark and then flames ignite and you two have sex and she thinks her father will think you're better and she'll think you're better..." His abandonment issues were fuelling this stream of insecurity.

"Correy." Kenny's softer expression had hardened as he listened. He knew Correy had issues, but the sting of the implication that he would play with a heart and abandon the first person he'd loved since his first disastrous love was painful. "D'you really ....really think I'd do that to you? D'you think she would" You're the glue here, not us."

Correy stopped his rambling and shook his head. He didn't think they would and knew that it was his own insecurities talking. "I don't think either of you would. No." He nodded for emphasis. "I'm sorry I even thought it."

"Good lad." Kenny's hand lowered to Correy's, his fingertip stroking over the claddagh that decorated a specific knuckle, a silent reminder of the promise made long before he'd even begun to try and say the words only just shared tonight. "So when do you want me to meet your Rori?"

Correy's eyes followed Kenny's hand and he smiled gently as it landed upon the claddagh. "The sooner the better, I think. She thinks it's cool I have a boyfriend who doesn't mind me having sex with an ex." He continued to watch Kenny's hand, his own gently covering Kenny's knuckles.

Now it was Kenny's turn to frown, a new uncertainty making itself known as their hands curled together. "What ....what happens, when I meet her?" he asked Correy quietly. "Will she ....I mean, what if I ..." He glanced to his crotch pointedly.

Correy looked up and tried to smile. "If you do get aroused, I don't think she'll have a problem with your experimenting a little. She'll be a little surprised, but I think she'd be pretty happy to be the meat in a Correy-Kenny sandwich."

The Irishman snorted with laughter, rolling his eyes before realising that the smile on his lover's face was not as relaxed as it could be. "What's wrong?" he asked, his frown returning. "Correy?"

Correy gave Kenny's hands a gentle squeeze. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable, that's all. She's a bit intimidating and very hardcore. I know that you think it's not good to get a hard on for a nice set of tits and I'm afraid that when you see her you're going to get blue steel and feel ashamed. There's nothing to be ashamed of. She's f*cking hot."

Kenny swallowed, wondering again just what it was about this girl that made Correy so eager when he described her. What it was about her that made him curious without ever having even seen her. "You're sure she wouldn't mind" If - if - it happens ....I'm not doing anythin' with her without you right there."

"Truthfully," and Correy knew this much about himself if nothing else, "we'll see what happens. I can stand here and say I'll be perfectly fine with it but until it does happen, if it does happen, I won't really know how I feel about it. I think that I'm most scared of losing you."

"Not goin' to happen." And Kenny fully believed that. He'd made a commitment in asking Correy to wear the claddagh in a certain way, and he would hold to that commitment over all others until Correy walked away from him. His was a constant heart, however hidden it might sometimes seem.

Correy reached up, his hand curling behind Kenny's neck to pull him into a hug. "Getting all worked up, and nothing's happened. I'm being stupid. It'll be alright, it'll be alright." He was comforting himself, convincing himself that no matter what happened, everything would be fine with the two of them.

And despite his worries, he was right. Kenny didn't love easily, trusted with less ease than that, and Correy held the Irishman's heart in his hands. There was no way Kendrick Doherty was ever going to jeopardise that, not even to sate a need in himself he had been suppressing for years. Correy just had to believe it.

((Thanks to Correy!))