Evenfall

Noon

Four years and eleven months ago (aka one month after he met Ken)

Theo let his sore bottom lip slip from between his teeth and panted for breath. Sweat cooled along his spine at the small of his back, and a fine tremble had set into his thighs from overexertion. Ken's chest rose and fell choppily beneath his hands, as well. The sheets rustled as he shifted, and then a sharp crack shot through the room.

Pain bloomed across one of Theo's butt cheeks, and his eyes flew open. Ken just smirked at him and settled back onto the pillows with his hands behind his head. Pearly cum glistened against his abdomen in a trail from the tip of Theo's red, softening cock. And while his chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, there was no red flush to his face like the one making Theo's cheeks heated and blotchy.

He felt a sudden urge to hide. So, he carefully lifted off Ken with a groan, then flopped onto the bed beside him and buried his face into the pillows.

"You are a fucking dream bouncing on my cock like that, sweetness," Ken patted his butt right over where he had just smacked it. Theo watched out of the corner of his eye as he stripped the condom off and rolled out of the bed to go throw it in the trash and grab a few tissues to wipe off his stomach.

When he came back, Theo rolled onto his side. Still a little high from the last hit he took at the party they just came home from, he smoothed out the wrinkles in the sheets and mumbled, "Thanks. I'm still a little nervous about being on top."

Ken lifted an arm, and Theo curled up against his side, nuzzling into his chest. When he spoke, his voice rumbled against Theo's cheek. He liked that a lot.

"What are you worried about?" Ken asked him, "If it's this freshman fifteen, why don't you just come to the gym with me?"

He put his hand over Theo's belly and squeezed the little bit of pouch that was there because Theo was lying relaxed on his side. He watched Ken pat it a few times, then looked away. That had not been why he felt self-conscious – he'd been worried about his skill, pacing, and stamina - but it sure as hell was now. If he went to the gym, that would help with his stamina anyway, so maybe it would be a good thing all around.

"Okay," he agreed.

Then his phone rang in the pocket of his jeans, which lay strewn across the floor. Ken grumbled as he extracted himself to go retrieve it. By the time he managed to untangle his jeans and get the phone out of his pocket, he had already missed the call. He frowned at the notification.

"Who was it?" Ken asked.

"My parents," Theo sat on the edge of the bed, "Their home number, so probably my dad."

"What's he calling this late for?" Ken complained.

"Dunno. I should probably call him back." Theo unlocked his phone, but before he could do anything else, Ken plucked it out of his hands. He yelped in protest and reached after it, but Ken batted him away.

"Don't." He sat the phone face-down on the bedside table with a resounding thud, then grabbed both of Theo's wrists and drew him close. "You are always in a shitty mood after you talk to him. Don't call back."

"But what if it was my mom? Or what if something happened." Theo's eyes trailed toward the phone, guilt settling low in his gut when he realized that he just wanted to listen to Ken rather than do the responsible thing and be a good son.

"Call them back in the morning, but don't let them ruin tonight." Ken used his grip on Theo's wrists to flip him onto his back, then pushed his hands over his head and kissed the hinge of his jaw. "Come on, sweetie, you're with me tonight. Why did you even have your phone on? Honestly."