By The Water

By The Water - Full Book

Chapter 1

Porsche reached out, his fingers gently landing on Kinn's stomach, and tracing down each subtle undulation, finally resting on the edge of Kinn's belt. His fingers began to play with the undone buckle, flicking at the bar absently.

Porsche became aware of Kinn's soft laughter, and a hand running through his hair. He looked up, and Kinn was grinning at him.

'What are you doing?' Kinn's voice, thick with Porsche still lingering in his mouth, sailed gently down to him.

'Nothing, just, thinking.' Porsche said, and smiled back at Kinn. But his smile was simply a stretching out of his lips, his eyes didn't change, and he looked away from Kinn in the hope that he wouldn't notice.

Kinn would always notice. His fingers laced through Porsche's thick, black hair again, nails carefully grazing along his neck, something that would normally send Porsche twisting further into his arms. But Porsche barely moved, and stayed with his face turned away.

'What's wrong?' Kinn asked, moving himself so that Porsche had to slip from his lap. 'Don't say nothing, don't say what you think I want to hear.'

'What do you want to hear?' Porsche asked, a slight change in his voice, a sharpness Kinn couldn't place; it stung him.

'The truth,' Kinn said, feeling himself tightening. 'You've been quiet since you came home.'

Porsche pushed himself up from the bed and walked over to a chair where he'd thrown his clothes earlier. He hadn't wanted to talk to Kinn, not today. Kissing Kinn and pulling off his clothes was always the way to shut Kinn up. Normally a welcome end to the day, Porsche used it to stop Kinn's persistent checking on him, and had been using it this way, if Porsche would be honest with himself, for the last few weeks.

Kinn walked over to him, and grabbed his arm, pulling the shirt from Porsche's hands and throwing it onto the bed. 'Tell me, you've been avoiding me for days.'

'I'm right here,' Porsche said.

'No, you're not, you won't look at me. What's happened?'

'Nothing, I just, I'm tired. Let it go, Kinn.' Porsche pulled away, but Kinn wouldn't let go. Kinn was a little taller, a little stronger, and Porsche knew that he would loose to Kinn's grip. So he changed tactic, and turned back to Kinn.

Porsche moved slowly towards Kinn, staring up at him, straight into his eyes now. 'What's wrong, Kinn?' He said, voice a quiet, deep whisper, mouth leaning up towards Kinn's, 'scared I'm loosing interest in you?' He moved closer, this time aiming his mouth at Kinn's neck, scraping his top lip across his earlobe. 'Scared I'll leave you?'

Kinn let go of Porsche's arm, and instead grabbed his shoulders, forcing Porsche away from him, just enough to look back into his eyes.

Porsche grinned at him, his eyes now crinkling, enjoying Kinn's anger.

'Why do you push me?' Kinn asked him, serious, fighting his desire, and loosing, as he always would.

'Because it's so easy, and so much fun,' Porsche told him, moving his body to press up against Kinn's, fighting his strong grip. He pressed his lips against Kinn's and felt Kinn's tongue push into his mouth. Porsche fell into the kiss, allowing his memories and thoughts to melt, for now, to dissolve into Kinn's strong, warm body.

Kinn's breath came quicker, and his fingers dug into the back of Porsche's neck, as his hands slipped up towards his face. Porsche let himself be thrown to the bed, his still undone trousers pulled from his body. He felt Kinn's heaviness on top of him, hands travelling across him, down to his thighs and then up to wrap around him, sending Porsche's own breath to catch in his mouth, forcing out a moan.