Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ First Time ❯ Chapter 3

Part 3

 

Joe couldn't understand what had gotten into his friend. One minute, things were as normal, then the next thing he knew, Ken had gone all weird on him.

 

He'd certainly appreciated the sight of Ken stretching earlier that day, but, like he always had, he'd not said or done anything. After all, Ken had a thing for Jun.

 

It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Joe had his own epiphany.

 

They'd almost finished with the engine, and Joe had been pleased with their work, and had been almost as eager as Ken to put it back in the plane and see if it ran.

 

It was as he was tightening a final bolt that he ran into a problem.

 

“K'so! Ken, get over here and hold this will you!”

 

Ken saw the problem at once - he'd have to stand over Joe and hold the engine while Joe finished doing the final tightening. He wanted to do this, but knew that his current erection (he'd lost count of how many times he'd been hard that day) might just cause a distraction that could be a problem.

 

Ken wanted the distraction, wanted Joe to know, but if the engine fell through the plane, it'd cost more than he had to fix.

 

He came over and tried to reach over Joe without getting too close.

 

“Ken you idiot! You'll have to get closer to hold this properly. Unless you want it to fall through.” What was wrong with Ken?

 

Ken came closer, and manoeuvred himself so that he could hold the engine, so Joe could get at the last bolts. This was it. He knew that there was no way Joe couldn't notice. After all, when you've got your head virtually in somebody's groin you do tend to notice things - like a hardon.

 

Joe did notice. He could feel how hard Ken was when he brushed against his face. He glanced up at Ken, who was red and breathing heavily. Joe turned his face, brushing again at the hardness and was rewarded by a gentle thrust of Ken's hips and a soft exhalation of breath.

 

So that was the problem. Joe could fell himself getting harder. This was a dream come true for him. He'd always been drawn to Ken, and in the last year or so had started to desire him as well. And now it would appear that Ken desired him.

 

The other alternative, that Ken literally got off on planes, was unthinkable. And even if it was the case, then (and Joe smiled smugly to himself) it was always easer to get relief when aided by a friend.

 

He stopped himself from nuzzling into that hardness and worked faster to fasten the bolts. The sooner he got this finished, the sooner he could get onto exploring this new phase in his relationship with Ken.

 

Ken's mouth was dry. He had nearly died when he found himself thrusting against Joe's cheek. This was torture, and he knew he had to end it soon.

 

He watched Joe tighten the last bolt and move to put down the spanner.

 

Ken pounced, hauling the other man up and pulling him close. It was now or never, and Ken leaned forward and mashed his mouth against that of his friend.

 

Joe yelped and pulled away.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Ken?”

 

Ken could feel himself go red, and could feel his erection fading. Joe wasn't attracted to him. “Umm, sorry, Joe,” was all he could choke out, resigned now to loosing his best friend.

 

“So you should be. Anybody'd think you'd never kissed before.”

 

Ken went rigid. Joe wasn't mad because he'd kissed him, he was mad because somehow Ken had done it all wrong.

 

“I haven't,” he said to Joe. He spirits lifted. Joe wasn't mad at him! His body made the appropriate connections and he felt himself get hard again. “I'd like to learn, though.” Sheer bravado, mixed with a desperate hope made him blurt that out.

 

Joe looked at him, and Ken could see that tiny smile playing around the edges of Joe's mouth. The one that, when he let loose, could charm anybody. “Would you now? And just what makes you think I'm the one to practice on?”

 

Ken was on familiar ground here. He could verbally spar with Joe with no problems. And the answer to Joe's question was so simple. “Phil, I believe his name was.”

 

Joe started. “How do you know Phil,” he asked warily.

 

“I don't,” said Ken. “But you do. Intimately.” He drawled out the last word, and, daringly, reached out and brushed his and over Joe's groin, rewarded by the hardness he could feel.

 

Joe growled and grabbed Ken's wrist. “What's all this about, Ken? If this is some sort of weird experiment, then forget it. I don't do that sort of sex.”

 

Ken looked confused. “Casual sex?”

 

“No. The sort where it's an experiment for one of you. It only leaves hurt after it.”

 

“I.. I.. No, Joe. That's not what this is about.”

“Then what? You're on with Jun.”

 

Ken shook his head. “No. I love Jun, but I'm not attracted by her. Or by any girl. I am, however, attracted to you.” He shrugged. “Have been for a while now.”

 

Ken decided to try the kissing thing again, but this time only managed to bash both their noses together.

 

“Ken, stop. Please. Before you put us both in hospital.” Joe pulled him closer, one hand around Ken's waist, the other around his shoulders. Both of them could feel as their erections touch, and Ken felt himself thrusting against Joe.

 

“Then please, Joe. You kiss me. I'm serious about this.”

 

Joe didn't need a second invitation, and initiated the kiss, chuckling as he had to physically move Ken's head into position. “Time for you to take orders from me, Gatchaman,” he said against Ken's lips, before showing him just what a kiss was.

 

Ken felt his senses reeling as Joe kissed him. He was now thrusting mindlessly against Joe, and revelled as Joe's hands lazily stroked down his back, his arms. Then, when Joe's tongue started to lap at his lips, coaxing them open it happened.

 

Ken pulled back as he came, thrusting and crying out. And then felt deep shame at what had happened. He could see the dark stain on his coveralls and tried to move away.

 

Joe tightened his grip and looked down between them. “What a waste,” was all he said before kissing Ken again.

 

Ken struggled to get away. This loss of control was humiliating - and in front of Joe of all people! He kicked out at Joe, who broke the kiss, but kept a firm hold of his younger friend.

 

“What's with you, Ken? First you want me, now you're pulling away. Make up your mind fast.”

 

Ken squirmed, his face still red, and looked down at himself. He couldn't do it. This humiliation in front of Joe, of all people.

 

“Is that it? Just because you came?” Joe looked incredulous, then looked again at Ken as the light dawned. “K'so! You're a virgin!”

 

“I should have more control,” Ken choked out. “You didn't come. I should have more control.”

 

Joe laughed. “You think you're the first one who's done that? Ken, the first time I had sex, I came when she told me that she actually wanted to fuck me. Do you know how hard it is to get out of a nightclub unnoticed when the front of your jeans is wet?”

 

“That was a chick, Joe. This is different.”

“Nah, not really, Ken. You just haven't got that sort of control yet.” Joe decided to take matters into his own hands, and began to unfasten Ken's coveralls, slipping them off his shoulders, caressing the flesh uncovered. “It was a waste of perfectly good come, though.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one of Ken's nipples, enjoying the gasp from his friend.

 

“Joe!”

 

Joe smiled and kissed Ken again, but this time, Ken was eagerly kissing him back, mimicking Joe's moves. Oh yes. Ken's talent for fast learning was going to be a real asset here.

 

Joe moved back and began to slowly unfasten his own coverall. “You wanna see what I've got for you, Ken?” Ken nodded. “Then why don't you finish what I've started and get naked,” and he opened his coveralls further, allowing Ken a glimpse of the glistening head of his erection.

 

Ken fairly tore his coveralls off as Joe stripped, not noticing that Joe, for all his seeming slowness, was naked at the same time he was.

 

This time, the feel of skin against skin was like fire, and Ken revelled in it. He'd only felt this sort of joy when flying before, and the thought that something else could bring it on was wonderful.

 

“Joe,” he said, interrupting Joe's exploration of his body, “I've got a new bed in the house.”

 

Joe's mind was a fug with lust, and it took a few seconds for the meaning of Ken's words to sink in. When they did, he smiled that fallen angel smile of his. “How convenient.”