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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      In_the_Flesh_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Rick_Macy/Kieren_Walker
  Character:
      Rick_Macy, Kieren_Walker
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, I_hope
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-24 Words: 1483
****** It's Just Practice ******
by theundeadsiren_(rhoen)
Summary
     It makes sense to help each other find out what it would be like to
     be with a girl, right? At 16 you've gotta start somewhere...
Notes
     The legal age of consent in the UK for all sexual activities is 16 -
     the age Kieren and Rick are in this work.
     I flagged this as 'underage' because I realise that in some countries
     the age of consent is higher. If that's the case and you're
     uncomfortable reading such material, please don't.
     .
     To the lovely Checkers, who let me share this stupid pervy headcanon,
     to Luc who was so eager to hear more and to Tee, who probably missed
     this (and may be glad to have done so).
See the end of the work for more notes
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They were alone in Kieren’s room. The house was empty – Jem was being treated
to a trip to the beach, and Kieren hadn’t wanted to tag along, not when he
could be spending the time with Rick.
It was midday, but the curtains were drawn all the same. The little daylight
that crept in and the low light of the lamps they had on created a close, warm
atmosphere. He was sitting on the floor next to Rick, both of them leaning
against the bed, neither of them able to pretend with any conviction that they
didn’t want what they knew was inevitably going to happen. It was only the fear
of getting caught that had prevented them from doing anything whilst Kieren’s
parents were still in the house, but now, with them gone, with the doors locked
and the curtains drawn, they were free to do anything they wanted.
The music was probably still too loud. Kieren had turned it down slightly,
briefly considering the neighbours. It was too jarring to bother speaking over.
Instead, he reached over to Rick and felt rather than heard him groan as his
fingers wrapped firmly around the straining bulge in Rick’s jeans. He wanted to
adjust his own erection. It had twitched at Rick’s response. He could be
patient, though. Tugging in such a way as to encourage Rick towards him, Kieren
leant back, sliding along the side of the bed frame until he was pretty much
lying on the floor. Rick crawled on top of him, his hips already dragging over
Kieren’s, his weight pressing down to create the friction they both needed.
They knew this routine. They’d done it three times before. The first time,
they’d somehow mutually agreed to ‘try it out’ to see what it might feel like
if they were with a girl, the two of them grinding against each other until cum
dampened their underwear. The second time had been awkward and hesitant, given
that after the first time they’d agreed never to mention what they’d done, nor
do it again, but Kieren hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it or stop
wanting it. Rick had obviously had the same problem.
The last time they’d managed to find time alone together was at the cave, and
both of them had obviously been eager to try it again, but too reluctant to
admit that it was on the forefront of their minds. It was during that third
time that Rick had broken the pace, suggesting breathlessly that maybe they
should try kissing too, seeing as that’s what you’d do with a girl. Kieren had
nodded, seeing no fault in Rick’s logic. Sure, the kisses were sloppy and
inexperienced, made all the more difficult to control by the way they were
grinding against each other, but that extra contact had pitched Kieren straight
into oblivion. He’d barely lasted five minutes before cum soaked his cotton
boxers.
And this time… this time Rick was on top of him again, kissing Kieren without
either of them bothering to ask if it the other was okay with it. It was okay.
It was more than okay. Surrounded by the pulsing music and pinned by the older
boy’s weight grinding against his body, Kieren made sure to twist his hands
into Rick’s t-shirt, lest he find them wrapped around Rick to try and pull him
even closer – if that were even possible. He could never admit it – they were
doing this so they’d know what it felt like to be with a girl – but Kieren
wasn’t pretending. He wasn’t imagining some girl, or even some other guy. He
wanted to do this with Rick because he wanted Rick.
The creased seam of his jeans was starting to become too uncomfortable.
Forcefully, Kieren pushed at Rick, shoving him off. Rick looked at him,
confused.
“I just… my jeans. Wanna try without?”
Above him, Rick nodded wordlessly. Kieren was more surprised by his own actions
than Rick’s consent as his hands moved to undo Rick’s jeans, not his own.
Slightly shaking hands returned the gesture, fiddling awkwardly with the
reversed button and zip.
Kieren pulled away, removing his own jeans once Rick had unfastened them and
kicking them off. Rick divested his with the same urgency, but more grace.
Crawling back over Kieren, he seemed to hesitate, holding his body above
Kieren’s for a fraction longer than Kieren would have liked, before closing the
distance between them again. Kieren moaned, far, far too loudly, his head
arching back, grateful for the music which had hopefully swallowed the
embarrassing noises he’d made.
It felt so good. The fabric of their boxers was thin – so thin compared to
their jeans. Without that layer, without the painful zipper or heavy seam
digging in, it felt so, so much better. He could feel the heat of Rick’s
arousal against his own. He could feel the muted definition of his cock, rather
than just the strained swelling trapped beneath thick fabric, rubbing
desperately against his own.
Rick had forgotten to try and kiss him. Kieren tilted his jaw back down,
righting his head from the bowed back position he’d been contorted into by the
sheer pleasure he’d been feeling. He opened his eyes a fraction, seeking
Rick’s. He moaned, his eyes slid shut at the sight that greeted him, before he
forced them open again, trying to take in what he was seeing. It was clear Rick
was losing control far, far too quickly. His lips were parted and his body
shifted just twice more before he tensed and started to cum. A look of absolute
bliss flickered across Rick's face and all too soon his full weight slumped
down onto Kieren, exhausted breaths rushing against his ear. Kieren pushed,
shoving at Rick, making him move off. Using the momentum, he rolled on top of
the older teen, keeping his body flush and continuing the pressure and raw pace
from before. He could feel the dampness seeping through his own boxers from
Rick’s. He didn’t care.
Kieren almost sobbed his own release, shaking and jerking against Rick, his
arms hooked tightly around Rick’s shoulders. He tried to collapse next to him,
but only managed to get half way there. For a moment, he waited. Rick didn’t
shove him off. So they just lay there, the two of them trying to catch their
breath, not even bothering to try and speak over the loud music.
Realising his arm was flung across Rick’s chest, Kieren moved, pulling it near,
and finally managing to roll off his friend. It signalled the start of
neatening up – which this time involved putting their jeans back on. Kieren
considered changing his boxers, and even offering Rick a pair. He stood,
walking to the drawer and pulling out a pair, holding them up to Rick, who
nodded, holding his hand out for the clean garment. They took it in turns to
use the bathroom, wiping down and redressing. While Rick was out his room,
Kieren crossed to the CD player, turning the volume down, and then opening the
curtains to let the daylight in.
When Rick returned, they chatted amiably, gathering the games they wanted
before heading downstairs to set up camp in the living room. Rick raided the
kitchen while Kieren fiddled with the cables at the back of the TV. It would be
another hour and a half before Rick had come up with the extremely thinly
veiled excuse of wanting to play a different game but not knowing where the
disk was in Kieren’s room in order to get Kieren upstairs with him. They’d mess
around again, not even realising until it was too late that they’d both ruined
a second pair of boxers. As Kieren had made to go to the bathroom and clean up,
Rick’s firm hand had grasped his wrist, halting him.
“Any decent guy would kiss his girlfriend one last time after they’d been
messin around.”
Kieren had simply nodded, his eyes caught on Rick’s expression as the two of
them has hesitantly closed the distance and kissed, neither quite sure what
length of kiss was appropriate, but both reluctant to pull away. There was no
way either of them didn’t know that something more was going on beneath this,
but Rick’s words seemed to make enough sense that, for now, they could just
pretend that this was play pretend.
End Notes
     I have no clue if I should write more (I can certainly imagine more).
     Yes, yes, I'm a terrible person, but it just one person out there
     loved this, then I regret nothing.
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