It's Hard to See This as a Bad Idea

Hey there. This.. story is nonfiction. I don’t own the characters, I hang out with them.
I will say it is “based” on a true story. In that I don’t have a perfect memory so some of the words or actions may not be exact.
This is my way of getting this out of my head.
Please read, review, and I dunno.. Maybe check out my other stories. But This is my first one in.. 5 years?

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Exhaling shakily, I moved my left hand to switch on the left turn signal. Slowing my car, I looked up at the thirteen story apartment looming above me, eyes fixed on the topmost floor, which held the penthouse suites, once of which he rented with a roommate. Settling into a narrow spot in the building’s parking lot, I shut down my ignition and paused a moment. I hadn’t spent any time with him alone for so long. Almost two months. My stomach fluttered with perhaps undue anticipation. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Twisting in the driver’s seat, I looked back at the front doors, my eyes failing to rest upon his familiar form. I wasn’t surprised; he always kept me waiting when I came to get him. A catchy song played through my speakers, and I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm. At least five minutes I sat, waiting, until finally I noticed him approaching in my side mirrors. Opening my door, I stepped out and called to him. “Who would have cheaper side-kicks?” I asked without a word of greeting. “Shoppers or Giant Tiger?”

He stopped, surprise in his face. He laughed, a common response from the joyful man. “Well, Shoppers I guess. I mean, it’s Sunday. Giant Tiger is probably closed.” I paused, gazing at the discount store nestled beneath the high apartment building. “Oh yeah. Alright then.” I slid back down into the operating seat of my car, closing the door and re-fastening my seatbelt. He settled into the passenger seat while I turned the ignition of my car once more, and soon was driving across the quiet street to the Shoppers Drug Mart in the strip mall opposite his residence. Stopping close to the doors, I slid out, key and credit card in hand. I heard the passenger door shut behind me. So unlike my fiancé, he never even considered not joining someone through a meaningless task. I turned to look at him, regarding him in full now.

Kane was tall, a full six inches above my five feet eight. His hair, a kind of dark red or deep auburn, was starting to grow longer again, to which I was pleased. I had preferred him with the longer hair he had sported until a rather intensive cutting it had received weeks ago. His large, mottled brown eyes held their usual spark of happiness and playfulness, which matched perfectly his smile, portraying at the moment joy, but I knew how easily it would slide into a mischievous smile given half the chance. His right ear was pierced at the top, his left sporting both a ring and a black piercing with a white star inside of it at the bottom. As far as I was concerned, he was beautiful, and I caught myself grinning in spite of myself just for looking at him. Whipping my eyes to look where I was going, I sighed inwardly. “So, why do you need a side-kick so badly?” He asked, following me into the huge drug store/post office/grocery. “Because,” I said, heading towards the food aisles. “Mother has made a ham. And dad DEMANDED scalloped potatoes with it, but we’re out.” Pre-packaged or quick meals were something I had become used to, and I had learned almost to prefer them to home cooking.

Coming upon the aisle marked ‘side dishes’, I stopped to stare at the side-kicks, my eyes growing wide. “Oh crap.” I said, looking up and down the shelf repeatedly. “They don’t have any potatoes! Just pasta and rice..” Kane frowned, following my gaze. “There’s another brand.” He said, stepped forward and stooping down to grab something from the bottom shelf. As he moved, his arm brushed against mine, barely a recognisable contact. I felt it like fire spreading over my skin, and I fought back a gasp as my nerves tensed, sending the heat straight from my arm to my brain. Luckily his back was to me as he grabbed the box and straightened once again. I used a few seconds, pretending to study the box, while I regained my composure. “No.. I don’t know. I don’t think they’ll be as good..” I was flustered, trying not to show on the outside the turmoil I felt within. Turning, I saw pre-made food in chilled packages. “Look, these ones look better.” I grabbed two, heading towards the checkout. Kane bounced in step beside me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He must not have noticed my reaction, in all honestly, he probably hadn’t even noticed touching me.

As we went back to my car, he carrying the bag in his gentlemanly nature, my brain reeled. I was not the romantic type. I was not known to swoon. At yet this man made my heart race at the barest contact. I almost growled with annoyance, not towards him but myself, it wasn’t his fault he had a control over me I had never before seen or felt. On the way home, we made easy conversation, catching up. We were both between High School and College, and working. We discussed our jobs mostly, and arbitrary things. By the time the ten minute drive back to my house was over, I was feeling calm again, able to push the incident out of my fore mind and into my subconscious. My Mother was playing a game on her computer upstairs, so Kane ad I took over dinner preparation. I had always loved cooking, and Kane himself was attending school for Culinary Arts, so cooking had quickly become one of my favourite things to do with him. Once ham and potatoes were in the oven, we headed upstairs to my room, where I always hung out with friends.

I brought my laptop out of sleep mode while he booted my Fiances pc. Ryan left the machine at my house, as more often than not he was here instead of home. Video games, whether computer or console, were the focal point of my group of friends. We sat a few moments in silence, checking social networking sites and other online things. I wasn’t sure of how long it had been since the food had gone in, so I decided to go and check the timer. As I exited my room, I stopped and wrapped my arms around Kane, hugging him from behind as he sat. “I missed you both.” I said, hoping my hesitation on the last word hadn’t been noticeable. As I descended my steps, I groaned inwardly. It wasn’t a lie, I did miss Alex. She was easily my closest female friend who lived in the area. I had not seen her in ages, as we had both been working and she had not yet graduated from high school which had only just let out, a full three years younger than Kane or I. Alex, with her striking features, intelligent mind and fun attitude. Alex, my favourite girl to hang out with. Alex; Kane’s girlfriend.

Dinner was a hit, and as usual my parents, Kane and I talked happily through it. He was extremely easy to talk to, and I could not imagine a person who would not be at ease with him. I felt relaxed one more, wondering to myself how many times I could go from stressed to calm before my nerves gave out on me. After dinner, Kane and I returned to my room, laughing and joking with each other. We sat down at my laptop, as before dinner we had started a park in Roller Coaster Tycoon Three and were enjoying creating a ridiculous theme park and setting grizzly bears loose on our guests. While I had my turn in control of the mouse and keyboard, I noticed, although I tried not to, Kane’s proximity. I could practically feel the heat coming off of him, though he was still a foot away at the nearest. I swallowed hard, trying to distract myself. I heard myself stutter, stumbling over words as I could think of nothing else but how it felt when we touched.

Turning in my swiveling computer chair around, I stared into his eyes, my heart beating hard against the walls of my chest. Resistance is futile! I thought comically to myself, swallowing again as I saw his lips turn upward in a knowing grin. It’s a whole different game for the mouse when the mousetrap knows exactly what it is doing and how enticing it is. I smiled sheepishly back at him, then before I could think to stop myself, leaned forward until my lips met his, my breath catching as they too felt the fire he gave me. As his tongue slid across mine, I made a small noise, a cross between a whimper and a moan. I had never enjoyed kissing, it never did anything for me; I could kiss him all night. My heart beat a rapid crescendo, intensifying the blood rush to my brain as my hands reached out to touch the flat planes of his stomach. I felt his hand reach around me to grip the back of my neck, pressing hard and keeping my mouth pressed to his. I caught the tip of his tongue and bit it lightly between my teeth, hearing the slight intake of breath that assured my motions as pleasurable. I was grinning now, kissing him heatedly, and pressing my short, bitten-off nails into the skin beneath his shirt.

I pulled back, breathing heavily. My eyes were still closed a second, and when I found the brain cells to open them, I saw him grinning openly at me, and found myself giving him a lopsided smile in return. “Hmph.” I said, turning back to the screen, still smiling. I could still feeling my heart beating heavily in my chest, but found the feeling pleasant, soothing. I felt the rational part of my brain nagging against the endorphins flowing freely throughout, warning me on the sticky web I had been weaving over the last few months, but I quelled it with my own mixed up logic. It was hard to fight something that set you on fire from the inside out, and so I had learned simply to go with and enjoy it. This was by no means a singular event, Kane and I had been dancing on this fine line for going on four months. We had even been with Alex together, an event that the girl had been since wanting to repeat, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I had liked Alex a year before, but Kane was my only draw outside of Ryan now, and I felt the threesome had been fairly one sided in my mind, although I had done my best to act objective.

After an hour or two of the game and multiple moments of passion, I suggested that we watch a movie from my laptop. My mind was still buzzing from the last event, in which his able fingers had worked their way up my thighs to tease me through the rough fabric of my jeans. My lips still tingled in memory of the feeling of them against his, my tongue yearning once again to my pressed against his, or any other part of him for that manner. I moved my laptop over to be viewed from my small but comfortable bed as we discussed what to watch. My mind was still on fire as I settled down on top of my mattress, propping a pillow behind my back on the wall to lean against. “I love this show.” I said to him as he sat beside me. “I know, it’s awesome.” He replied, his eyes already laughing. To say that it had been difficult to concentrate on the show we had decided on would be a gross understatement. Any part of my body within an inch of his radiated heat, and my heart fluttered excitedly in my chest. I could feel an exceptional heat radiating from between my thighs, knowing how badly my body wished to have him there.

By the end of the third episode, after at least a dozen heated kisses, it became apparent to me that Kane had had enough of watching the show. Pressing his mouth to mine, he slid his right hand to cup my left breast, his large hand grabbing it firmly despite its larger, D-cup size. I squeaked into the kiss, my pace racing higher than before, a wetness joining the heat between my legs. Roughly, he pushed and pulled on me until I was flat on my back beneath him. I continued kissing him, grabbing his tongue sharply between my teeth and then sucking the tip, digging what nails I had into his shoulders over his shirt. I felt a light shudder go through him, and in his response felt his fingers press against the sensitive spot that so desired his touch. I broke the kiss with a loud gasp as he rubbed roughly against me. However much he enjoyed pain himself, he gave as much as he wanted in return, and his movements and touches were always harsh, rough, demanding. I felt my back arch naturally as he expertly rubbed the pads of his fingers against my jeans, receiving a larger grin from him then the one he had been wearing.

Reaching to the bottom of his shirt, I slid my fingers beneath it, touching the softness of the skin around his waist, tracing his ribs up the sides of his torso, bringing them around to the front. I slid the pad of my ring finger in the lightest of touches over his left nipple, my fingers briefly meeting the metal of the piercing he had there. I had known how sensitive the area was now, since he had pierced it, and my actions were rewarded with a sharp intake of breath against my neck, where he had previously been biting. I had to blink a few times as the pain of the bite washed over me, enjoying the sharpness and the mild discomfort. I preferred to cause pain rather than take it, but Kane was so dominate and so good at getting pleasure out of me that I had learned to let him take charge and get my bites and scratches in where I could. It was always a risk, as these all too pleasurable actions tended to leave tell-tale marks, and so each was quick and lighter then we both would have liked.

I felt his hands moving against my jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. I felt him pull away, and resisted the urge to yank him back down on top of me what I realized his intentions were of pulling my jeans and underwear away from me for easier access. I smiled, leaning up, only too happy to help with his quest. I pulled them the rest of the way off, feeling that was probably the best bet, letting them fall in a heap on the ground beside my bed along with my socks. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was well after midnight. Provided we were quiet, my parents would never wake up now. I pulled at his shirt, smiling up at him, far too comfortable to bother trying to take it off of him myself. He quickly got my hint and removed the offending garment, and I was left to stare at his body. He was not overly muscular, but the outlines of his abs were visible, and his chest was smooth and flat. Unable to help myself, I raised a hand to run it up and down him, moving slowly to enjoy the smooth feeling of his skin. Brushing over his nipple piercing with a mischievous grin on my face, I earned myself a forceful attack of Kane’s lips on mine and his hand once again between my legs.

I gasped audibly, reminding myself to be quiet as my eyes almost rolled back into my head. The feeling of his fingers directly on my skin caused waves of electricity to run up and down my spine, and I moaned softly, my back arching, pushing my chest towards him as I dug my nails deep into the now bare skin of his shoulder. “Fuck Kane.” I said into his ear, panting lightly. I once again found myself wondering how he was able to send me into ecstasy so easily. Even when I touched myself, I was never able to make myself come as fast as Kane could. I felt my own ab muscles clench as pleasure filled my brain. I wanted to be touching him, getting my hands under his pants to feel him, but it was all I could do to hang onto his shoulders and cry out softly as he sent waves of shock through my body. I sharply in took breath as I felt two of his fingers slide into me, feeling my walls around them without any discomfort whatsoever; his previous actions, not to mention his being near me, had made me extremely wet. I gasped again as he returned his attention to my clit, his fingers moving easier now with the wetness he had gotten from inside of me.

I felt a sudden pressure underneath his hands, and my breathing increased to the speed it went after I had been running. A tension went along my spine, and I heard my voice repeating an incantation: “fuck.. fuck.. fuck..” Though I barely felt my mouth form the words. My chest pressed up towards him again as my back arched and I wrapped my right hand in his hair as I felt the last moments of being so close before finally my orgasm hit my like a wave. My back found its way against my mattress again, and I cried out, eyes closed, feeling nothing but the pleasure he had given me. I remained still, breathing heavy, sight closed from the world, enjoying the afterglow. He let me have a few moments to bask, running his hand over my bare thighs, and the stomach and hips that had been exposed when my shirt had ridden up. I was warm now, and moved without opening my eyes to pull the clothing from my torso, reaching behind to unhook my bra as well, I lay back, sighing and opening my vision to his face, grinning broadly. “That’s better,” I said to him, still smiling.

I brought my gaze from his face to his chest, stomach, and finally to his hips. I knew that given another second he would be trying to bring me to a second orgasm. Kane loved making others feel good to the point where it was sometimes hard to get any time to touch him yourself. I decided to take advantage of my recovery time and pushed myself up above him, pushing him onto his back and kissing him deeply. While I held his tongue, I reached down to unfasten his shorts, feeling beneath them to the bare, hot skin of his lower hips. I giggled slightly, remembering the last time Alex and I had tried to talk him out of his commando habit, but I had to admit it did make things less complicated. I wrapped my hand around him, finding him rock hard, exactly as I expected. Watching me orgasm beneath his fingers was always exactly what Kane needed to be fully extended. I imagined that fact did not hold exclusivity to me.

I moved my lips from his mouth to his neck, licking and biting my way down over his collar bone and chest, then slowed to kiss softly down the planes of his stomach, pausing occasionally to nip the smooth skin I found there. Each nip caused a small jump in Kane, and I know the hand pressed against his chest was one of the only things keeping him down against my bed and not on top of me once more. I continued lightly squeezing the hard organ in my left hand lightly, moving my hand up and down it slowly and I continued my path down his torso. I stopped to slip my tongue into his belly button, then raised my head to look up at his face, seeing him watch me. He made a slightly strained sound as I smiled at him, then repositioned myself to have easier access to him. I bent forwards and slid my tongue along his length, somewhere around eight inches of it, although he didn’t know and I was not very good at guessing measurements. He was considerably bigger than most, both around and long, that was all I knew.

Moving until my mouth circled the tip of him, I slid down, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. I heard his gasped response and squeezed around the base of him, moving my mouth back up to the tip, swirling my tongue around it before sucking the first two inches hard. I was mostly teasing, knowing that it took a long time for Kane to get off, certainly more time then the muscles in my once-damaged jaw would allow for. I wanted to get him to the point where he wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to fuck him, and I knew that soft, tantalizing movements were usually the best bet in that regard. Cocking my head sideways, I went further down on him, letting the tip of him press into the side of my cheek, pressing against the flexible skin. I repeated that motion a few times before sliding down until he was just past the beginning of my throat, then after a few repetitions of that returning to tease the tip with my tongue. I slid my hand up and down his shaft wherever my mouth was not, moving slowly.

Moving my mouth off his cock, I looked up at him, accidentally releasing the pressure in my right hand keeping his chest down. As if he had been waiting for it, Kane was up in a second pushing me on to my back and pressing his whole body against me, from his lips to his chest to his hips. In the back of my mind I found the amused thought that if he had wanted to, I am sure I could have pressed my entire body weight against him and he still could have pushed me off. I felt his hand go down to our hips, positioning us both so he could enter me. My heart fluttered again in anticipation, and before I could mentally prepare myself I felt him slide into me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out loudly, and still emitted a soft, strangled sort of noise. I felt the slight twinge of pain his size always gave me at first, before my body adjusted. He drew out of me, pushing back in slowly, causing me to shudder with pleasure. “Kane..” I said softly, bending my neck so my forehead rested against his shoulder. “Ayra..” I heard in reply close to me ear, and smiled, hearing my name breathily from his lips. He then picked up his pace, and soon was thrusting into me with strength, causing me to grip the bed sheets, his shoulders, his hair, anything to stay grounded on Earth.

I lost all sense of time as he pushed into me again and again, feeling my breasts bounce in response to his thrusts. What seemed like both an eternity and only a few minutes later, he pulled out of me, grabbing my hips and uttering a command. “Turn over.” He said, roughly pushing at my hips until I complied. I liked it best from behind, but the pain from his size was made all the worse. He knew this, and made me lie on my stomach with my hips slightly elevated, minimizing the discomfort. He pushed into me once more, and I both moaned and cringed, willing my body to ignore the pain and simply enjoy the ecstasy of his cock inside me. “Kane.” I said again, more a sharp sound though as he began the quickened pace he had set beforehand. “Kane.. Fuck. God. I love.. when you.. fuck me..” The words were short, more breathed out then actually said. As before, I heard them more then felt myself saying them, recognising my own voice. I got no verbal reply, but Kane did make the occasional noise of deepest pleasure somewhere above me. Time stretched on again and I found myself in a kind of a Nirvana, where I was receiving constant endorphins in a steady, long lasting way. I had never once orgasmed during sex without anything stimulating my clit, and instead found this my peak, this moment of singular happiness and bliss.

I was not sure how long it was later that I felt Kane tense. He breathed hard for a moment and then slammed into me, holding himself there and making small noises of strain. He collapsed on top of me, and I turned my head to press my lips against the side of his face. I smiled and made sounds of contentment, rubbing my lips softly against his skin. After a moment he lifted his head and took my lips with his, kissing me deeply, more tender now than before, the urgency gone. He hugged me tightly a moment, then untwined himself from me, lifting off to collapse against beside me. I giggled, reaching over to kiss him again before untangling myself from my bed sheets and standing, trying to keep my legs tight together. “Be are be” I said to him, grinning, before grabbing PJ Pants and a tank top from my dresser and heading to the bathroom.

After I felt more like a human being again, I took a few moments to stare into my reflection in the mirror above my sink. My reflection stared back at me, my cheeks red, a stark comparison with my overall pale face. My orangey brown eyes were alight with exercise and happiness, and I grinned at how jovial they looked. My long, reddish brown hair was a mess, and I grabbed my brush to pull through it so it didn’t settle a rat’s nest. Looking myself up and down, I frowned thoughtfully. Most people considered my attractive. I certainly never had trouble getting with people. But I couldn’t understand why Kane would act behind Alex’s back just to sleep with me. I put down my brush, shaking my head quickly. I often ruined the good things I had by over thinking them. I walked back to my room, comfortable in my soft black pants and green cotton tank top. I found Kane still on my bed, still naked, his eyes closed. I laughed, coming and sitting down beside him after securing my door shut.

We talked awhile, the two of us lying on our backs, staring at my ceiling. Whenever he stayed over, we were always up until long hours of the morning talking. He had put his shorts back on, but thankfully had not thought to do so with his shirt. The conversational topic was exes, and I laughed as he described some of his less sane ex-girlfriends. When we quieted, I considered the thoughts in my head, trying to put them together. I could never leave well enough alone, and always needed everything to be out in the open. “Are you..” I asked him, pausing awkwardly. “I mean. Like. Is cheating something you do often?” I knew that he felt he was only half cheating on Alex with me, as she herself wanted me and has actually told us we were allowed to a point. I watched him shake his head quickly. “Nah. Not ever, really.” He said, his facial expression giving nothing away.

I lay there, thinking once more. “It is for me.” I admitted, not looking at him. “I have cheated on almost every person I have ever been with.” It was the truth, one of my problems. I was not even sure if I was cheating on Ryan. We were in an open relationship, but the main clause of the relationship was that we told each other whenever we slept with someone else. I knew Ryan would think badly of me if I did anything with Kane, because of Alex, and he did not know about our threesome. I didn’t want to tell him because I was afraid he would see it as enough to leave me, if not at the very least, he would tell Alex. Ryan did not believe in lies. “Really?” Kane asked, and I nodded. Another pause stretched out between us, and I cleared my throat, biting my lip before speaking again. “I.. You’re really.. good at this stuff.” I said, gesturing to the bed. “Better then.. Ryan. It’s obvious why I want you.” I turned my head sideways, gazing at him now. “Why do you do it?”

He gave me a look that I read as surprise, then grinned. “You want to know why I do this?” He asked, and I nodded, feeling uncertain. Kane reached forwards, touching me and pressing his fingers against my clit, causing me to inhale sharply, part from pleasure and part from surprise. “That’s why. I love making people feel good.” I smiled, pretending to me satisfied, but his answer bugged me even more. So, if he only liked making people feel good, why had he not cheated before? I seriously doubt his talents had just suddenly sprung up since dating Alex. I looked at him a moment, then away again. The silences between my comments were becoming loud and obvious. I wondered if I was invading his privacy, but I figured I was already this far, and it did concern me. I opened my mouth again, feeling bold now. “I don’t know.. if this is cheating.” I said, looking at him through the corners of my eyes. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He said, smiling lopsidedly.

“When it was you, Alex and I, afterwards she told me that well, you started giving me head and she was fine with it, but then we kissed and that made her.. not mad, but slightly uncomfortable.” I nodded, understanding exactly how Alex would have felt. “Yeah. I guess it’s like.. The sex and stuff, that’s not cheating.. Its more..” I looked up to where the hands we had closest to each other were intertwined. “It’s more.. that.” He followed my gaze and smiled. “Yeah.” I swallowed, the awkwardness overtaking me once more. “It’s more.. How I actually like you.” I said, realizing once the words were out of my mouth how childish they sounded. I could lie and say I only felt lust for him. I could even act that way out front. But in the dead of the night after my hormones had been thrown for a whack, I couldn’t pretend any longer. I actually cared for him. I felt drawn to him like I had others before. A strong desire mixed with friendship. ‘Liking’ was really the only way I could describe it.

He smiled fully now, nodding once. “I like you too.” He said, and at first I smiled and looked away. I yawned pointedly, and reached up to kiss him once more softly. “We should probably go to bed.” I said, somewhat unhappily. My parents had no qualms with me sleeping alongside Ryan, but there was no way I was letting them find out about what was going on between Kane and I, so he always slept in the spare room across the hall. He nodded, getting up, kissing me once more before he slid out of my bed. I set up my blankets while he grabbed the rest of his clothes and went to the door. “Night.” He said, smiling at me. I returned the expression and nodded. “Goodnight!” I said happily. He left, and after closing my door I heard him go into the other room. I fell back until my head hit my pillow, staring at my ceiling. Reaching across, I turned out my bedside lamp, staring into the night, tired but totally awake.

It was only now I let the thought wash into my conscious. Yeah right. I almost snorted, but shook my head and tried to push the negative thoughts from my head. I did not believe that he felt the same way about me as I did him. He and Alex were in love, but that was not the reason. I loved Ryan more so than I had ever loved another human being but still liked Kane. There was just something telling me he was in this purely for the sex, and I couldn’t blame him for that. Sighing to the empty room, I snuggled up with my stuffed pug, Winston, and forced my eyes shut. It wasn’t important, anyways.

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There we have it. I really don’t know if there will be more chapters.