Whatever You Are Willing To Give

"Be gentle with him"

"If you want to talk to him, you need to be patient and calm"

The words of Tae and Pete reverberated in his head the moment he felt Porche tense in his hold.

He had slapped Porsche in the heat of the moment, calling him short of a whore when he found Vegas kissing Porsche. He was blinded to the fact that Porsche had been pushed to a corner, his hand out trying to push Vegas away from him, and the look of pure relief when Kinn had come to his side as Vegas left. His rage had blinded him from all of that and again, despite wanting to save Porsche, he had hurt him instead.

"Stupid, stupid Kinn!" He mentally scolded himself.

Seeing Porche crossing his arms protectively against his chest, his body as tight as a coil, threw Kinn back to the morning after that night Porsche had been drugged.

He thought they'd kind of moved passed that. They had kissed twice during their ordeal in the forest, and they'd skirted around the topic of doing much more than kissing when Kinn had given his gun to Porsche. Porsche boldly smiling at him, hand on Kinn's crotch and teasing him about his own Magnum.

Kinn should've known better than to push Porsche into the mirror like this. His aggression had made Porsche fear him, fear the actions he was about to do.

The memory of that night hit him like a freight train, him taking Porsche without his consent, him taking advantage of the drugs in Porsche's system.

Fuck

This was not how he wanted to make up to Porsche. This was not how he imagined their first time together sober would be. He didn't want to be that monster anymore. He can't have Porsche fear him.

So he did what he knew he had to do. Gently releasing the tight hold he had on Porsche, he nuzzled on Porsche's back and shoulder. His lips softly brushing against the soft skin over taught muscles. He pushed his head against Porsche's shoulder and breathed, taking all of Porsche in.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He poured all his regret, his sincerity, his repentance into those two simple words. And he can feel the tension slowly lift from Porsche's body.

He moved to give Porsche enough space to turn and face him. Porsche's deep brown eyes bore into his for a second, and Kinn had to pull in all of his control not to take Porsche right there and then. He wanted Porsche to see his heart, and not just his lust. He needed Porsche to want this as much as he wants it too.

Seeing no objection coming from Porsche, he pulled Porsche closer to him by the neck, before slowly kissing his way down to Porsche's collarbone, his pecs, before lapping on his nipple and then going back up to his chest and neck. He wanted to mark Porsche, show the world that this man was his. He need to take in the scent and taste that was all uniquely Porsche.

He could feel the rapid beating of Porsche's pulse against his lips. He wanted to bite down on it but instead, he worked his way across Porsche's jaw before capturing his lips in a frenzied kiss.

Porsche responded to his kiss with equal fervour but there was also a hint of desperation to it, and true enough, Kinn suddenly felt a hand gently pressing on his neck, not enough to hurt him, but enough to bring him back to reality.

Their eyes locked onto each other, with Kinn searching for the rejection he thought might show in Porsche's eyes. Their pupils were both blown wide with lust, and Kinn could see his own reflection in Porsche's eyes. But there was also something else in those eyes.

Kinn had said that he trusted Porsche, but so far he had not walked the talk. And he needed to prove to Porsche that he was willing, to do whatever it takes, for Porsche to trust him again. He knows Porsche isn't ready for full blown sex right now and the location was hardly appropriate for it, but whatever it is that Porsche was willing to give, he was willing to take it.

And this time round, he let Porsche take the lead. He nodded his head a little, asking Porsche for permission before he unbuttoned Porsche's pants.

Porsche responded by taking Kinn's face in both his palms and pulled Kinn closer, sealing his lips as Kinn unzipped his pants. Their kiss deepend and Kinn ran his hand over the smooth expanse of Porsche's skin, fingers sliding over the jut of Porsche's hip before taking Porsche's throbbing member into his hand.

A gasp escaped from Porsche's lips, breaking their kiss and Kinn pumped Porsche's cock a few times, his eyes never leaving Porsche, taking in all of Porsche's expressions. Seeing that Porsche was not pushing him away, he started nuzzling at Porsche's neck again. He nibbled on Porsche's ear, taking in the exquisite sounds Porsche was making.

It seemed that it wasn't enough as Porsche hurriedly worked his hands around Kinn's pants, not wanting to be alone in this. Porsche needed Kinn as much as Kinn needed him.

Kinn groaned when Porsche's warm hand enveloped his own cock. He saw trepidation in Porsche's eyes but he quickly reassured Porsche by smiling.

Together they worked a rhythm. Kinn's shoulder burned from the strain but he didn't pay any mind to it. Porsche's hand was heaven around his cock. He couldn't help but be even more turned on when Porsche lubed his hand with his own saliva and started pumping Kinn's cock with earnest.

"Porsche," he whimpered. "Porsche-"

Porsche's name tumbled out of his lips like a mantra. He wanted more out of this, but Porsche doing this for him was more than what he deserved.

He captured Porsche's lips in a searing kiss one hand pulling on each others hair as they worked each other off to completion.

Cumming together had never felt so good before. Never could he imagine that a handjob could be so fucking satisfying.

They were both still breathing hard when they came down from their orgasmic high. They both chuckled at each other before Porsche pulled Kinn closer to him and hugged him.

"Oh, Porsche."

Unbidden tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks and he buried his face in Porsche's neck. Porsche pulled Kinn even tighter than he thought was even possible. He held Kinn close as Kinn sobbed.

Porsche, was too good for him. Porsche had trusted him, had returned to him, had sacrificed for him, despite everything that Kinn had done to him.

His father thought of Porsche as a liability to Kinn, but his father was blind. Only around Porsche can he be himself, not the mafia heir that everybody feared. Porsche was Kinn's strength, his reason to live, his heart.

He knows that he most probably will hurt Porsche again in some way or another, but he will always strive to protect Porsche from it, and he will gladly give his life it that is what it takes.

And whatever it was that Porsche was willing to give in return, he will take it.