35. ONE DAY YOU’LL REMEMBER
ONE DAY YOU’LL REMEMBER
There’s a loud noise beside me, and I startle awake, sitting up in a rush.
My head spins from the sudden change in position, and it’s so dark I can’t see anything.
I look at the watch on my wrist, which tells me it’s three in the morning, just to hear a whimpering sound again.
It takes me a couple of seconds to figure out it’s Kenny.
He’s moaning and whimpering in his sleep, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. In a rush, I reach over to the nightstand and turn on the lamp.
Kenneth’s face is scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
His bottom lip trembles as I shake him gently, trying to wake him, but then he’s thrashing on the bed and mumbling under his breath.
I can’t tell what he’s saying, but I finally shake him hard enough that he opens his eyes.
They’re wide and glazed over, unfocused.
He doesn’t seem to be actually seeing anything.
Fuck, he looks so scared. When he finally looks at me with sad eyes, my stomach plummets.
“I dreamed I lost you,” Ken cries, voice cracking. “Tell me it’s not real, Conrad. Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly, tasting his tears. “It wasn’t real, baby. I’m right here,” I try to reassure him, but my voice shakes with the lie.
“I-I can’t lose you, Conrad,” he sniffles. “I won’t survive it.”
“I wouldn’t either,” I reply, trying to make sure he understands how much he means to me.
But the thing about feelings is that most of the time, words can’t actually convey the depth of them.
At least it seems that way when it comes to Kenneth.
No matter how I try to explain it, I can’t quite put it all into words.
I wipe the tears from Kenny’s cheeks slowly, gently.
He gives me a soft smile, barely there, but not forced either.
It makes butterflies take flight in my stomach, the way his blue eyes watch me intently.
It feels like he’s trying to figure something out.
I wonder if he remembered something, but that seems too far-fetched, so I try to forget about it immediately.
No sense in dwelling on something that will probably never happen.
“Tell me you love me,” Kenneth says, gripping my chin possessively and bringing my face closer to his. “I need to hear it.”
I take a deep breath. “How about I show you instead?”
I grab his arm and pull him towards me as I lie on my back, spreading my legs to accommodate him.
His weight settles on top of me, comforting in a way that nothing else has ever been.
Just being in his arms is enough to soothe me, and when he presses his lips to my chest, I exhale slowly.
Kenneth tries to climb onto my lap, but I keep him between my legs with a hand pressed between his shoulder blades, and he whines.
My cock hardens immediately at the sound, and when he presses his length against my thigh, rubbing the wet head of it against my skin, I groan.
The lube from earlier is still under my pillow, and I grab it and set it on the bed next to us. But he just shakes his head.
“We don’t need that,” Ken tells me, trying to climb up my body again. I keep my hand firmly on his upper back, and he stops moving. “I don’t need any more prepping. I’m still good from earlier.”
“It’s not for you,” I whisper, afraid to raise my voice. I’m offering him something I’ve never given to anyone but him. “I need you to—” I clear my throat, and his eyes widen slightly. “I want you.”
“What do you need, baby?” he whispers back, pressing his lips to my neck, then my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. The way he’s looking into my eyes now makes me want to hide, but I don’t. “You need me to touch you here?”
Kenneth’s hand roams until he hikes my thigh up and grazes my hole. I nod quickly, inhaling sharply when he taps on it. “Y-yes.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I want to so fucking bad, Conrad. But we don’t have to. I’m perfectly happy with what we’ve been doing. It’s okay to keep doing that.”
But I shake my head. “I want it. I want your cock inside me. Please, Kenny, please fuck me.”
“Flip over, baby,” Kenneth murmurs, kissing me, then tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. My cock jerks, and he grins. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh.” My face heats, and he grins wider, getting off me and leaning back until I get on my hands and knees. “Like this?”
His eyes are on my ass when I look at him over my shoulder, and he bites his bottom lip. “Face down,” he says, pushing me down between my shoulder blades until my cheek meets the mattress. Then, he tugs on my hips until my back arches even more, “Ass up.”
My breathing is erratic when he lowers his head and bites the curve of my ass roughly, teeth sinking in deep until I whine loudly.
Fuck, it feels good. I’m trembling with anticipation as his breath ghosts over me.
Feeling impatient, I grab one cheek and spread myself open for him.
He growls under his breath, and then his tongue is on my taint, licking upward until he’s reached my hole.
The flat of his tongue licks purposefully, and I breathe even harder.
“So good, baby,” Kenneth murmurs against my ass. “You taste so good.”
I groan when he points his tongue and flutters it against me, then sucks on my hole.
He’s practically making out with my asshole, making obscene sounds as if he’s the one getting tongue fucked instead of the other way around.
It makes my body go hot, makes me whimper and moan.
The thought of him enjoying this is almost better than him eating me out.
Almost. Because his tongue is working some magic on me, and when he presses the tip of it into my opening, I relax.
His tongue. Fuck. His tongue is inside of me.
“F-fuck, baby,” I moan, gasping for air. His hand slides between my legs, and he grabs my cock, squeezing it almost painfully. “Ohhhh, oh, please, Kenny. Make me c-come.”
Kenneth mumbles the word no against me, then continues thrusting his tongue in and out of me. My hips rock without my permission, and suddenly I’m pressing my ass against his face harder, spreading my cheeks wider. I need him inside me. Viscerally. Now. Fucking now.
“Fuck me, Kenneth,” I growl when the pleasure becomes too much. It feels like I’m dangling on the edge of a precipice, and I just need one more fucking push. I can’t take it anymore. “I need it,” I whine. “I need your cum.”
Ken moans, then lets go of my cock. I hear the cap of the lube being opened, and then he’s pressing slick fingers against me. I make a sound of approval, and he thrusts one in.
“Such a sloppy little hole,” he murmurs. “Is it mine?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “You can do whatever you want to it.”
He withdraws his finger and thrusts two in, going deep and curling them.
My entire body jerks like I’ve been zapped, and a loud moan tears from my throat.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been acquainted with my prostate, and I definitely forgot how good it feels.
There’s nothing else like it. No pleasure compares.
“Y-yes,” I pant, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. “More.”
“You want a third one?” Ken murmurs, brushing his lips over my ass, kissing and licking and nipping while curling his fingers. I forget what he’s even asked after three more thrusts, and my head spins. “Connie?”
“Oh, god,” I gasp. “W-what was the question?”
“One more finger?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, and then you fuck me.”
Kenneth inserts one more finger slowly, then scissors them, stretching me open.
He’s taking his time, being methodical, so he doesn’t hurt me.
I don’t usually bottom, so I’m grateful for it.
His staying away from my prostate also gives me time to calm down and not bust too quickly.
I want this to last. I want him to take his time with me.
I need him to enjoy it. And I need to remember this.
Finally, he withdraws his fingers and opens the bottle of lube again.
I look over my shoulder to watch him coat his length with it, stroking it twice before tossing the bottle aside and lining himself up.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I press my cheek against the mattress and close my eyes, focusing on evening my breaths.
My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear myself think.
“Are you ready, baby?” Kenny whispers.
“I’m ready,” I reply, twisting the sheets in my grip. “Do it.”
I close my eyes as he pushes in ever so gently, gripping my hip tightly. He exhales so loudly I hear it over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, and he pushes in a little more. He breaks past the tight ring of muscle, making me tense, and I whimper. He stops immediately.
“Breathe for me, Conrad,” Ken says, rubbing a hand up and down my spine gently. “I need you to relax for me so I don’t hurt you.”
I nod quickly, breathing deeply over and over again. “Okay. Okay.” Relaxing my body is more difficult than I anticipated, but the soothing motion of his hand eventually has my body going slack. “You can keep going.”
Kenneth squeezes my hip briefly but doesn’t reply, then pushes in a little more.
And more. And even further. Until he’s seated all the way inside me, and the pressure makes me feel like my body is going to seize.
I gasp when he pulls back slightly, then pushes back in, readjusting himself.
When I take a look over my shoulder, his nostrils are flaring, and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he holds himself very still for me.
“Move, Ken,” I say through gritted teeth. “I need you to fuck me.”
Kenneth nods, his eyes dipping to where we’re connected, and his cheeks flush a bright shade of red.
Fuck, he looks so pretty like this. And mine.
All fucking mine. Both of his hands grip my hips now as he thrusts into me a little more forcefully, jostling me on the bed. I arch my back further, and he hums.
“That’s it,” Kenneth breathes. “So fucking pretty for me. I’m about to make you feel so fucking good, Conrad.”
He shifts slightly, angling his hips differently, and suddenly he’s hitting my prostate spot on.
It makes my entire body jerk with the contact, and we both groan.
My ass is clamping down on his cock, and my jaw drops as the pleasure hits me.
My moans get louder the longer he fucks me, and it feels like I’m going to come any second now.
I might even do it hands-free if he doesn’t let up.
Fuck.
But then he’s gone. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside of me, but before I can protest, he’s flipping me onto my back.
I raise my legs towards my chest, and he lowers himself over my body, thrusting back in.
Before he starts to fuck me again, he rearranges my legs until they’re over his shoulders, and when he pushes back in again, he’s fucking me at just the right angle.
“Oh, f-fuck, Kenny,” I moan. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep fucking me like this.”
“I know, baby,” Kenneth pants. “I need to see your face when I make you come.”
My eyes squeeze shut as he pounds into me—deeper, harder, faster.
Like he’s trying to fuck the cum out of me as forcefully as possible.
And fuck, I love it. I force myself to open my eyes, though, wanting to look at his face when he comes.
His eyes are already trained on my face, the blush on his cheeks deepening as his lips part and he moans. He’s close, I can tell. He’s so close.
“I n-need—” Ken stutters. “Touch yourself. Come for me. I’m almost there—”
I wrap my hand around my cock, jerking it fast, matching the pace of his thrusts.
I feel the telltale signs of my impending release, and my body tightens as raw pleasure crashes into me.
My hole clamps down on Kenneth’s cock, and cum splatters all over my chest and neck.
I’m moaning so loudly I’m sure the entire fucking building can hear it, but all I can focus on is Ken’s face.
His eyes are wide, lips parted, pace turning frantic. He’s uncoordinated now.
“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that, Ken. Come inside me. I need it.”
Kenneth’s eyes roll to the back of his head just as I feel the rush of his release warming my insides. My legs fall from his shoulders, sliding towards his arms, and he lowers himself until we’re flush, burying his face into the crook of my neck as his thrusts slow down.
“Oh, god,” he whispers, kissing my neck softly. “I knew that was going to be incredible. I fucking dreamed of it. But nothing compares to the actual thing.”
I grin so wide my cheeks hurt. “I loved every second of it.”
“I love you,” Ken replies. “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too, Kenny.” I run my hand down his spine, and he shivers. “I’ll love you forever.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
“To stay,” I whisper. He pulls away from my neck and looks down at me, frowning. Visibly confused. “I just want to stay this time.”
“You can stay here for as long as you want.” I can tell he doesn’t really know what else to say, but I’m grateful for his answer anyway. “Always.”
I swallow hard and nod, which makes him frown.
He pulls out carefully, then gets up and disappears into the bathroom.
A minute later, he’s coming back with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up.
I get under the covers as he goes to put it in the hamper, wondering how I got so lucky to have another chance with him.
I’ve never loved anyone this much. Never needed anyone the way I need him.
Waking up in that hospital room without him, knowing he didn’t know who I was, is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I know I can’t go through that again.
Kenneth joins me in bed, sliding beside me and getting so close our bodies are flush. I lie on my back to let him put his head on my chest, and he tangles our legs together. Just like that, I’m at peace once more. And when his hand finds mine, I smile and grip it tightly, holding on for dear life.
I’m going to hold on just like this forever.