Mike didn't know what he was doing, didn't know why he had agreed to it. He was about to have sex with his cousin. He wasn't sure he was ready for that. He didn't even know how to have sex with a man. Well, he knew, he just didn't quite know if he could handle the mechanics of it. But he was so needy, needed to come so bad, to feel Jensen inside him. He craved that connection, though the intimacy was a bit hard to deal with. This was the man who he grew up with, who he remembered crushing on the same girls with, who he wrote school reports with. Although the drifting apart and the distance that had grown between them made that notion fade a bit, just the process and the thought of having sex with him brought on the dawning that they were not only cousins, but practically brothers. It was so conventionally wrong that it filled him with a debilitating anxiety as he shakily made his way to his room, feeling harder than he ever had in his life.
Jensen groaned hungrily in response to Mike's, his insides combusting in excitement and arousal. It was insane how badly he need it, how much he wanted to. Sex may have been crossing the line into undeniable incest, but it was for that reason that he was so turned on. It wasn't completely just that, in the back of his mind, as he followed Mike, he thought about how he actually loved him; that this could possibly more than just fucking. Because he didn't exactly feel alright with the idea of simply using his cousin, his old best friend.
They both entered the room and Mike hurriedly slipped off his sweatpants. He swallowed thickly, his body shaking, and looked back at Jensen, watching him as he began to quickly, albeit a bit haphazardly, undressed. Their eyes were locked in an intensity that made Mike's heart stop, the flames of lust in his chest matched the ones in Jensen's gaze.
Finally Jensen was bared before Mike, just as Mike was to him. They were just two males naked together, but the notion of what they were about to do made it all the more rife with hot arousal, thick in the air. Jensen wasted no time in going to Mike and pulling him into another heated kiss. His hand drew itself down his toned chest, reminding him further that he was a man, that he was about to fuck a man. But he wasn't the one taking the brunt of it, and he somewhat felt a pang of apology in the fact that Mike would be. But Mike didn't protest when he said he'd be the one doing the fucking.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, "I'm going to make you come so hard, Mike."
Mike whimpered, his boy flushing with dread, even though his cock twitched, "Fuck. Jensen, this is-"
"Sh. So wrong?" He took hold of Mike's cock again, running his thumb along the wet slit, "Forget about that." He leaned forward to trail kisses along the other man's jaw until his mouth was at his ear, breathing, "Get on the bed."
Mike shivered at the feeling of Jensen's hand once again on him, the slickness that was spread around the tip. He moaned along with the trail of soft kisses and it pained him when Jensen told him to get on the bed. He was so incredibly nervous that his legs quivered as he complied. He laid his arms flat on the bed, his ass in the air, feeling so exposed. He dug his face into the crook of his elbow, his eyes shut tight, praying that he could go through with this, that his soul not be damned if he did. He was so scared and confused that he felt like crying. But the erotic heat of Jensen coming up behind him and kneading his ass distracted him immediately. He pushed backward, his heavy cock straining toward the bed.
Jensen felt that muscular ass, reveled in it, and then, for some unbeknownst reason to him, he dipped his head down to lick at the entrance. He heard a sound that was between a whimper and a moan leave his cousin's mouth and he lapped at it, coating it with more saliva than was probably necessary. He was a little taken aback by the fact he was doing it, but it was Mike's first time, and he needed to be prepped. At least, that's what he figured. He'd never had sex with a man, obviously, but he knew he didn't want to hurt Mike.
Mike felt a bit embarrassed, a bit grossed out, but it felt so good that he began to writhe, desperate for more. And then Jensen lifted his head to husk out, "God damn, Mike. You don't know how badly I've been wanting this."
And Jensen couldn't have possibly known how much he'd been holding back. He may have seemed like he didn't want it, but he did. He so fucking did.
Jensen stroked himself, already achingly hard, but he wanted to coat his cock with the pre that had collected thickly on the head, smearing it along the shaft. He moaned at the realization of the impending situation, at the sight of Mike beneath him, writhing. Then he took no further ado in taking hold of Mike's hips and lining himself up with his hole and prodding. He already could imagine how tight it would be.
Mike gasped at the teasing, flushing with the certainty that there was no backing out now, there was no turning back from what they had already done. And then he felt the tip slipping in, so big and intrusive that it made him groan deep within his throat. He pushed back, needing to be filled, even if he was just telling himself he just wanted it to be over already, before it even really started.
Jensen pushed further in, slowly, as to make sure Mike could handle it. He couldn't tell if the groans were out of pleasure or pain, but his own moans were filled with erotic ecstasy. It was so tight, more so than he had expected, and he wondered if it hurt for Mike, realizing he was a bit too tense. He smoothed his hand up Mike's back soothingly, "Relax, please."
Mike felt comforted that Jensen cared, so he took a deep breath in and let it out to ease his tension. And when he did, Jensen slipped all the way in. He couldn't believe his cousin was seated inside him, that they had crossed the final line; that he was so close to coming that he wouldn't last long. He both wanted it but didn't, hoping it would be over with as soon as possible, but he couldn't deny that it didn't fill him with a burning desire for sharing release with the one man he loved more than anyone. So he began to rock back and forth, beginning the movement for the both of them.
Jensen was grateful when Mike began to move, showing that he was ready, and god fucking damn did it feel good. It felt incredible. He rolled his hips to meet the backward movements, and to chase the forward ones, moaning at the heady friction. Mike was lost in his unyielding disgust and arousal, both vying for attention within his muddled mind. But when Jensen hit his prostate hard, all thought left him as he moaned out loudly and his cock leaked out a heavy drop of cum onto the bed. He was so close, he just needed more of that. And he got it, another sharp thrust into that same spot, and he cried out, balling his hands into the bedding.
Jensen was trying to find the right angle, not wanting to focus just on himself, he knew there was a certain way to make a man come without touching them, heard that anal sex felt good because of the prostate, he just didn't know where it was. But finally he knew he found it when he heard the loud cry, and his own cock throbbed with arousal at the knowledge that it must have felt extremely good for Mike. He was close as well, overstimulated with lust. So he aimed for that spot over and over again, driving his cousin wild with gasps and cries, until Mike was calling out his name in a string out of unbridled euphoria.
Mike's knuckles grew white and his eyelids hurt they were shut so tight, and he cried out, "God. Jensen! Jensen! Shit. Fuck!" Then he felt his cock begin to pulse and he tried his best to coherently warn, "I'm going to come." And with that being said, his body shook violently and his cock strained to the point that it released hard onto the bed, a pool of cum soaking it. It had been the most intense orgasm Mike had ever felt, wracking his body even long after he was emptied.
Jensen's chest caught fire at the warning, he desperately, more than he'd ever wanted anything, wanted to make his cousin come, and to come inside him. Which he did right after, releasing a copious amount of cum into him; his own body jolting with an intensity that shook him to his core. He collapsed onto Mike's back, "I love you, Mike. I really love you."
Mike's chest seized at the confession, but it wasn't unexpected, he knew they loved each other, and he replied, "I love you too. God... Fuck."
Jensen nodded against him before sitting up again and pulling out. Immediately Mike collapsed onto his side, putting an arm over his eyes in shock and embarrassment and exhaustion. He still didn't know how to feel about all this. But it had been, "That was... shit, Jensen."
Jensen laid down beside him, falling onto his back, his hands over his stomach, "It was. It really fucking was."
