Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ First Time ❯ Chapter 1

Title: First Time

Author: Madilayn

Rating: NC-17

Fandom Gatchaman

Summary: Even the Gatchaman has to experience things for the first time

Author Note: For the purposes of this, I've assumed Joe is about 2 years older than Ken. Some canon evidence points to him being older.

 

Ken couldn't quite put his finger on when he started to find Joe attractive. He did remember the time that Joe felt just how hard he was during one of their sparring sessions.

 

Being Joe, he'd not said anything, just smirked unpleasantly (in Ken's opinion) whenever he saw him for the next few days.

 

Ken took to avoiding Joe whenever he could and was surprised to discover just how much he did miss his friend as a result. And that startled him as much as the realisation of just how much he desired him.

 

Desire wasn't new - after all, Ken was a relatively normal 18 year old (if you ignored the fact that he was Gatchaman) and his hormones regularly required an outlet. He couldn't even pinpoint when he started to moan Joe's name when he wanked, fantasised about those long-fingered hands on his body.

 

All he knew is that when he thought about Joe, he got hard. When he imagined Joe touching, kissing him, he'd come harder than ever before.

 

The clincher, for Ken, came when he inadvertently walked in on Jun in the shower. Not a twitch. Nothing. Then he saw Joe bent over his car doing something to the engine, and the reaction was so sudden that he'd had to find a bathroom quickly for some relief.

 

Ken, being Ken, decided that some research was in order. He felt that he couldn't afford to be hung up about his sexual preferences. A few furtive visits to shops that Nambu had no idea he even knew existed soon put him straight - or rather not.

 

The porn with women did nothing for him. The gay porn, however, gave him a hard on for hours, especially when he fantasised just how he could get Joe into some of those situations.

 

And that was his second problem. Joe's reputation was probably exaggerated - in some areas. Ken knew, however, that his girlfriends were quite numerous, and the whole team had managed to find infinite ways to tease Joe about the fact that he seemed to have a new girl every few days or so.

 

Joe just said that they were race groupies, and if they wanted to put out, he had no objections.

 

Ken found himself with quite a few objections - and not one of them had anything to do with Joe's ability to perform as part of the team.

 

The major stumbling block was that they were all girls, and Ken came to the conclusion that his friend was straight. Very straight. He had decided that he had better look elsewhere for sex, until he encountered Joe one morning.

 

It was innocent enough. Ken needed Joe's mechanical experience on his plane (it was a fact of life in the KNT that if you needed something done to an engine, Joe was the person to call. He may not think much of the plane or Jun's bike, but he revered their engines) and had decided to beg in person, rather than via communicator.

 

Besides, it was a nice morning for a ride over, and it had nothing to do with the fact that Joe would probably offer him breakfast as well, or that Ken would be able to spend some time with him.

 

Nothing.

 

He'd hoped Joe would have gotten rid of whatever girl he'd had the night before, it was always uncomfortable when they were still there and pissed off that either (a) Ken was there or (b) Ken wasn't interested in fucking her, or (and he was surprised at the frequency of this one) ( c) both of the previous.

 

He arrived at Joe's trailer and put the bike in the bushes to one side; a habit that he'd formed the day the bike was stolen. He was walking to the trailer when the door opened. He froze, deciding not to make his presence known until Joe had gotten rid of his bedmate and made himself comfortable on the ground - after all, these goodbyes could take some time.

 

What he wasn't expecting was to see a naked Joe being lead out by an equally naked man. He was surprised to see that Joe seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood, considering that the other man seemed to be using his erect cock as a lead, coaxing him towards Joe's car.

 

“Gonna make you scream, Joe. Gonna do things you love on something you love.”

 

“Shit, yeah,” moaned Joe. “Been too long, Phil.”

 

The other guy, Phil, stopped and pulled Joe into a kiss, which Joe was enthusiastically returning. “Not my fault you've been busy, Joe. Not my fault you've been fucking those chicks.”

 

“Stop talking. More fucking.”

 

Phil manoeuvred Joe against the G2 and Joe hitched himself onto the bonnet. “Lie back, Joe. Wanna suck you good.”

 

Joe, surprisingly, complied, and Ken was treated to a ringside view of Phil doing all the things to Joe that Ken had wanted to do, and have done to him.

 

Several things became apparent: Joe was obviously not as straight as Ken had thought (and he could barely restrain his whoop of joy at that), Joe was obviously enjoying what was being done to him, and, thirdly, Ken had never been as hard as he was right then.

 

The third thing he took care of whilst watching. The delicious, forbidden, thrill of watching the other two men bringing him quickly to orgasm, his cries fortunately masked by Joe's roar as he came.

 

The other two things, well, Ken had an idea. He really did need Joe's help with his plane, but there was no reason why he couldn't plan other things as well.

 

Ken watched as the two finished, restraining himself from leaping out and screaming “me too”. But then, he'd had to stop himself from jumping out and attacking the Phil guy screaming “he's mine”.

 

Joe's reaction to that would not be good, and would definitely put a damper on any of Ken's plans.

 

However, if he played his cards right, Ken intended that Joe would know just who he belonged to.

 

After seeing Phil's body, Ken knew he won hands down in that arena. Being part of the KNT meant that his body was as hard and sleekly muscled as Joe's. The important thing was that Ken thought his own cock was much nicer than Phil's.

 

And he'd just do some research into how to make Joe scream like that. On the other hand, he'd rather like Joe to make him scream like that. He'd been completely and utterly aroused by seeing, in the flesh as it were, just how guys fucked each other.

The actual mechanics had been very different from his research and he couldn't wait.

 

It was with difficulty that Ken managed to disappear without being seen. As the White Shadow, he could do it, but then the White Shadow had never had a hardon (and Ken decided that was one reason he had to have Joe as soon as possible - if only to relieve himself of this bloody perpetual hardon) when he was trying to be stealthy, and had also never been in the grip of such lust that he was dizzy.

 

Please god, he thought, no Galactor attacks before I have Joe. The thought of Joe in birdstyle, tight fitting, showing off every muscle, was enough to make him orgasm without even touching himself.

 

This was bad. This had better happen sooner rather than later.

 

Especially now he knew that Joe was rather partial to a bit of cock himself.