Dean's Bedroom, The Kennison Estate, Latimer Ave, Baltiney, New York...
It was the middle of the day by the time Dean Hudson awoke after another stint of slumber following his previous exploits with alcohol for the first time. He had still been a bit out of sorts and groggy but he'd gotten over the worst of it. Ken had returned and made his way into the room with a strange drink that Dean had not been too fond of. The naked blond lad glared at him and wrinkled his nose at the strange soupy concoction, not at all a fan of it or the smell. Ken smirked as he sat on the bed beside Dean knowing all too well what it had been like to be in his position despite the memory being a bit fuzzy at times.
"Hair of the dog," said Ken with a smirk. "It's common for hangover treatment to alleviate the pain with as the expression goes "the hair of the dog that bit you."
Dean glared at Ken for a moment unsure what to make of this development between them, he'd still been obviously quite upset about the redhead on the beach but took the glass and drank some down anyway. He nearly retched then and there as he pushed the glass back at Ken who simply shrugged and downed the rest of it before placing it onto the end table as he proceeded to discard his clothes and shoes.
As the blond lad attempted to collect himself, he watched as Ken stripped down to his boxer shorts and found it odd that he'd chosen to remain at least partially dressed given that they had been alone. After a few moments of watching Ken climb into bed, Dean arched a brow at him. He'd still been quite upset about the redhead on the beach and was very much in the mood to remind Ken of it.
"Since when did you start wearing your boxers to bed?" asked Dean as he folded his thin arms across his bare lean pale chest.
Ken seemed to have no clue why he'd been so upset as he looked him over, his dark eyes a mix of confusion and lust despite the strange situation for him and Dean.
"Well, you should know by now that I only pull my dick out when I'm sliding it in wet pussy and as of this moment you aren't up to the task of an afternoon fuck so I figured I'd give you some time to recover," Ken replied in his usual vulgar manner despite being annoyed at Dean's odd question.
Dean sighed still feeling the ramifications of what happened to him previously with his hangover despite it being not as bad as beforehand when he first awoke from it.
Despite being upset with Ken for his antics with the redhead at the beach, the young blond lad had required more than a bit of reassurance regarding his insecurities getting the better of him as far as Ken had been concerned.
The older man seemed to sense this and suddenly grabbed the upset blond lad and pulled him down onto the bed and into his arms, Dean struggled with his warring emotions and the seemingly automatic lustful urges that being so close to Ken had triggered.
Ken wrapped Dean in his arms and flipped him onto his side as he scooted his body against the lad's younger naked form from behind, effectively spooning him as he continued to hold him close with both arms, one wrapped around the lad's neck and the other his waist before he'd elected to fish his massively thick cock out of his boxer shorts and impaled Dean's hidden sex from the new angle.
The younger lad whimpered in the wake of the new intrusion and seemingly melted against the older man with his back pressed against Ken's chest in the awkward sideways angle he'd been held in.
"Fuck...." he hissed as tears began to stream down his supple pale cheeks.
Ken groaned at the all-too-familiar sensation of clenching around his cock while still gripping Dean's younger body and holding him closer.
"This what you wanted, baby?" he asked his deep baritone voice dripping with lust as he slowly pumped into the moaning lad in front of him.
"Uuhhhh," replied Dean closing his blue eyes and finding it increasingly difficult to stay angry at the man who had such command over his young needy body. "Fucking horndog..."
Ken gently kissed Dean on the neck and cheek as he continued his brand of long slow pumps inside him giving the needy boy everything he'd been craving since he'd awoken in bed alone.
The younger lad bit his bottom lip like so many times before when he'd found himself caught up in Ken's seductive sway. He knew it was a losing battle when it came to how much he wanted him, and he slowly began to let it happen as Ken continued to pump inside him.
More white-hot tears streamed down Dean's cheeks as he found himself unable to help the overflowing of emotions given his vulnerable state of mind and the hypersensation of his lust for the man who'd been inside him.
"I love you," Dean said more to himself than Ken, as he had known all too well that the older man had not felt the same about him as he had made that clear before.
Ken groaned as he continued his pace of long slow pumping inside the tight slickness that he'd become accustomed to since his very first romps with Dean Hudson.
Much to the younger blond lad's shock, Ken didn't dismiss his feelings this time and offered a more palpable means of understanding them.
"I need you," he replied in the moaning lad's ear as he continued to grip Dean and slowly pump his hips against the lad's exposed pale ass.
Dean whimpered as Ken slowly released his hold despite concentrating on pumping into Dean from the rather awkward side angle. Their mutually lust-driven gazes locked as their bodies continued to move as once sliding across the mattress beneath them.
Ken kissed Dean's bare shoulder as the lad leaned back into the older man's thrusts and rested his back against the older man's chest. He had felt whole and wanted with Ken inside him but the knawing feeling of only being in Ken's life due to sex had still lingered in the deepest part of Dean's insecure young mind despite his best efforts to appear otherwise in the moment.
He had decided to simply live in the moment, a philosophy that Ken appeared to live by day after day since awakening from his two-year coma to find he'd been in the hospital surrounded by strangers.
The more Dean had eased himself into enjoying being with Ken, the less his young mind had been focused on his unruly feelings. Ken seemed to be enthralled with just how much he'd come to rely on and seek out Dean and his young body whenever the need arose. His newfound level of dependency had been most concerning but the older man dismissed it as a fact of attachment due to constant sex.
Their mutual act continued as Dean slowly began to embrace his lust for the older man forgetting about the events that caused him to be upset in the first place, which had no doubt been what Ken intended.