Roy & Drake

16.

Sander didn’t think about sharing his Kenta with his friends. He wasn’t thinking about his friends at all, at the moment. He was holding the older man between his arms, kissing him madly, pressing him against the door of his apartment.

He hadn’t seen him for ten days. All he wanted, was to feel him, to kiss him, and to be with him.

The feeling amazed him, if he were honest. He’d never expected to be this happy to see someone.

Finally, when they broke the long, deep and breathtaking kiss, they spoke. “Welcome back,” Sander grinned sheepishly.

“Glad to be back,” Kenta replied with a whisper, nuzzling him. “I missed you…”

“Damn, I missed you too, Kenta… You have no idea…”

Kenta pressed another kiss on his lips, tenderly this time. “I brought a bottle of wine with me. Shall we sit and have a drink?”

Sander led him to his tiny sitting room, where they flopped down on the shapeless, old sofa. Before he went to get the glasses and bottle opener, Sander crawled close against the man he jad missed so much. Kenta wrapped his arms tightly around him. They sat like that for a few minutes, silently cuddling until the desperate feeling faded away.

Kenta sighed deeply, and let his younger friend go. He smiled faintly, and winked at him. “Glasses…?”

“Sure. Sander pecked another kiss on his lips, and stood up to get them. He returned quickly. Kenta opened the bottle with a very satisfying pop, and poured two glasses. It was red wine, strong and scenting. Sander hummed pleased at the smell.

“Cheers, sweet bunny,” Kenta smiled at him.

“Cheers, beautiful. I love your tan. It makes your eyes and hair really stand out.” The older man looked absolutely gorgeous. Sander felt a strange spark in his stomach. He was incredible proud to be with a person as attractive as Kenta, man or not. “Gods, you’re so beautiful…”

Kenta’s smile widened, and he averted his eyes. “I’m glad you think so. I’ve saved myself for you, during my holiday. I had to wear shades and a hat to keep those Spaniards away from me.”

Pouting, Sander tried to determine if the man was kidding. To his horror, he had to conclude that Kenta was telling the truth. “They were all after you, weren’t they?”

“Yeah,” Kenta sighed. “And when I booked my vacation, that was just what I wanted and hoped for. But now…” He shook his head, looking up. “I didn’t want anyone to touch me. I want to be yours, bunny. So… Do you want that too?”

Sander blinked once, a little surprised. Kenta had asked something similar when they had just met, and it had been too early to be serious about it. But as he looked at the man, noticing his incredible beauty, feeling those strange sensations in his stomach, he knew he had to be serious. And honest. He put his glass aside, and took the man’s face between is hands. “I want to be your bunny,” he whispered. “If only because you are simply too gorgeous to let you go.”

Kenta pulled him between his arms again, to give a warm kiss. As Sander enjoyed the tongue, duelling with his, he realised he would be crazy if he let this man go to experiment a bit first. How often would he meet a someone like this? Someone who truly wanted to be with him, who was sweet and romantic, and beautiful as well?

“I think I’m incredible lucky to have you,” he said, still softly, when Kenta finally finished the kiss. “Stay with me tonight? I don’t think I want to be without you just yet.”

Kenta nodded. “I’ll stay with you. Tomorrow we’ll go to my place. It’s time you learn some more about me, don’t you think? And… How do you feel about wearing a ring, bunny…?”

“A ring?” Sander laughed softly, looking at his right hand. “It’s still free,” he said, moving his fingers. He’d never been wearing a ring, other than the ones he’d bought himself. “I would be proudly wearing your ring, Kenty…”

“Kenty…?” Kenta’s smile was warm and full of love. Again, he kissed him, briefly this time. “Is that the name I’ll hear on your lips tonight?”

“Cheeky,” Sander chuckled, poking him in the side. “I will call you anything you wish, tonight. And tomorrow night…”

“Good. Let’s order a pizza. I feel way too cosy to move out of this sofa.”

*

“Gotta work tomorrow,” Sander murmured, lying against Kenta’s naked body. The man was caressing his hair with lazy strokes. The sheets were crumpled and messy, the pillows lying on the floor. Sander was an uncontrolled lover.

“I will bring you,” Kenta said just as softly. “And get you at the end of the day, to take you home with me.”

“Mm. Good.” Snuggling closer, Sander closed his eyes. He felt spent and sleepy, and very comfortable. “…want more wine.”

“I could get it for you, if you let me go…”

“…dun’ wan’.”

“No wine then,” Kenta smiled. “Take a nap, sexy. Or you’ll be a wreck tomorrow at work.”

When Sander had fallen asleep, Kenta quietly left the bed. He pulled the blankets over the slender body, and tucked him in. He picked up the tissues and used condoms –three– and threw them in the bin. They had dropped their clothes everywhere. He folded them neatly. Then he walked to the small bathroom, refreshed, smiled at his reflection, and went back to bed.
He could do with some sleep. That morning he was still fighting off horny Spaniards… He was goddamn knackered now.

Sander moved and mumbled in his sleep, pulling an arm around Kenta’s waist. “…woff you…”

Kenta smiled, and kissed him. “Love you too, bunny…”

*

For the first time in his career, Sander was glad he worked at the mail chamber. He worked on automatic pilot, his mind constantly wandering off to Kenta and his sweet loving. His smile was permanently on his face. He received and sent numerous messages, some with photo’s, or with pictures of bunnies and hearts.

The day dragged forward. Finally, it was time to go home, and he received Kenta’s message, telling he was waiting outside. Sander quickly cleared his desk, and left.

Kenta was leaning against his Mini, grinning broadly. “Hello sweetie…” He moaned pleased as Sander swung his arms around his neck to give him a deep kiss. “Coming out of the closet already, aren’t you?” he laughed, cuddling him.

“Never been in one,” Sander smirked. “I’m proud to be with you. Let everybody see it.”

Everybody saw it. Behind Sander, Kevin and Adam left the building, and they had no doubts about who or what Kenta was.

At the sight of Sander, Adam felt a jealous sting. The young man was pretty, with sexy tattoos and a very nice body. But he couldn’t possibly ignore the stunningly beautiful man between the boy’s arms. That man was the reason Sander broke up with Kevin… Frankly, he could see why.

Kevin had forgotten Adam’s first reaction completely. He grinned surprised, and walked to the kissing couple. He slapped Sander against his shoulder. “Can I finally meet your man, Sandy? You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine…”

“Kev…” Reluctantly, the youngster let go of his possessive grip. He smiled a bit, lips moist and eyes gleaming. “This is Kenta. Kenta, this is one of my best friends, Kevin.”

“Ah, yes. I heard about you,” Kenta grinned, winking at the chubby young man. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Kevin grinned back, shaking his hand firmly. “Man, those photos didn’t do justice, did they? Are you a photo model or something?”

“Teacher,” Kenta shrugged. “But thank you. And who’s your man…?”

“My hunk… Adam.” Kevin pulled the large, blond man forward.

Sander stared at Adam, shaking hands with Kenta, and slowly turned towards Kevin. “I know him,” he whispered. “That’s your boss…”

“Yes, he is. And my lover, and demon, and one hell of a sexy beast. Mm.” Kevin shivered delightedly, obviously having nice thoughts. “I guess we both opened our eyes in time, hm? We’re lucky, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Sander agreed, nodding slowly. “We are very lucky.” Adam was a big man, like Drake, he saw. Roy would probably like him a lot. Personally, he liked more slender bodies.
“I will take Kenta away now,” he smiled at Adam. Sure, he noticed a slight hostility, but he had no idea where that came from, so it was easily ignored. “I believe he will cook for me tonight… Won’t you?”

“I’ll wine and dine you, bunny,” Kenta winked. “Pleased to meet you guys. Have a nice weekend!”

“We should go out soon!” Kevin called after them, as they stepped in the car. “All six of us!”

“Could be fun,” Sander said through the open window. “We’ll talk later, alright? Bye!”

Kevin stood close to Adam, taking his hand. “I have the feeling Sander doesn’t want to share his man,” he said. “I think an orgy will be out of the question…”

“I wouldn’t want that boy near your naked body anyway,” Adam sputtered. “He had his fun with you. He missed the opportunity to have you. You’re mine now.”

“Oh…” Kevin blinked surprised. Adam was jealous…? Of what? “Of course I’m yours,” he frowned. “I thought I made that clear already.” He slapped the big man on his firm butt. “Take me home. I want you near my naked body.”

“Don’t you slap me,” Adam growled dangerously, narrowing his eyes.

Kevin saw the grin, even though Adam tried to repress it. “Or what?” he asked with a smirk. In his pants, he was already growing.

“Or I’ll hurt you so badly, you will come instantly, delicious little cub of mine…”

“Mmmh… Go on, big guy. Ah!” Kevin gasped as Adam took him in a suffocating embrace, kissing him full on the lips, right in front of the office. He eagerly sucked the man’s tongue, growing some more. They broke the kiss with a loud smack, and Adam tugged him with him to his car.

There would be some very loud cries, tonight.