Chapter 46: The Fondness Of Absence

Room 21, Roadside Motel, Baltiney, New York...

 The moment he had heard the familiar sound of knocking on the motel room door, a formerly slumbering Dean Hudson had been scrambling to get out of bed and from beneath the entangled sheets forgetting for a moment that he'd been as naked as the day he was born, his exposed and highly aroused pink cock slapped against his slim pale thighs amid his short burst run in a bid to greet the new arrival who he had known to have been Ken. The older man looked a bit worse for wear given his rough night and recent awakening at Valencia's place following his spending time with her.

He woke some time prior leaving her in bed much as he always had whenever he'd had a blackout and ended up spending the night with her. He didn't say a word as he gathered his clothes and hightailed it out of her apartment before she knew he'd been up and about. Even as he headed out the front door he couldn't help but note that she'd been glowing from the pregnancy as the months continued to progress. From the looks of her, he had been of the mind to believe she'd been about three months pregnant but he had never been an expert on things of that nature despite his history with Sera, those memories had been dormant due to the accident or long gone due to involuntary repression. 

Taking a deep breath as he noted his current surroundings, Ken stepped inside the motel room and slammed the door behind him, his dark eyes immediately became fixated upon the naked pale lad before him as a wicked smirk filed across his handsome face. He could see the anxiety and the strain in the naked pale lad as he tried his best not to appear as desperate and needy for Ken's touch as he'd been in the wake of the older man's absence. 

The brief absence had taken a toll on him and as a result, he found it difficult to hide how desperate he'd been for the man to return and lay claim to his body as only he could. The drugs didn't help matters but they were all he had to keep the whisps of unwanted memories at bay while he awaited Ken's return. 

The older man took off his jacket and kicked off his dress shoes before undoing his sloppily thrown-on shirt, taking it off, and tossing it aside with the rest of his discarded items. The sight of the rather excited lad and his pink cock being at the ready had stirred Ken's thick cock as it easily tented his suit slacks and he moved rather swiftly tackling the lad and pinning him down onto the bed as he whimpered and moaned at the instant of the formerly absent older man's rough touch moving along exposed pale skin. 

There had been quite the contrast between their complexions that seemed to utterly fascinate the both of them as Dean continued to whimper beneath the stronger older man needing him in the worst way as he involuntarily spread his legs sensing the overwhelming wetness that came with his amplified arousal spreading to his hidden sex. 

Ken had quite the night and had been barely removed from his long drive from Valencia's apartment but the soft moans and the unyielding need from the ready lad Dean had spurred him to discard his slacks and boxer shorts as he found himself once more as naked in the center of their shared motel bed with its surprisingly new bedsheets, the light orange color had been a welcome contrast from the classic white from before. 

Dean's blue eyes had been filled with needy lust and showed traces of the drugs that he had taken before Ken's arrival. He found no relief when using his hands to pleasure himself compared to the sensation of the older man's thick cock invading his tightness and giving him everything he had desired and then some when it came to their previous mutual sex romps. 

 Ken's bare cock came into contact with Dean's as they groaned in reaction to the onset of further stimulation as if they needed anything else to contribute to how hot and bothered they had become since their greeting. The older man slid his body between the pasty thighs of the lad who had been moaning in his ear, near on begging for what they both knew they wanted and needed. 

"Mmmm," moaned Dean with his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the very sensation of Ken's larger body being against his smaller pale frame and the added euphoria of the drugs coursing through his lust-boiling veins. "Fuck me...Daddy."

 An equally lust-driven Ken had been all too happy to oblige as he captured the moaning lad's lips in an intensely passionate kiss and drove his thick cock home invading the lad's tight depths with a bit of difficulty due to his clenching before he managed to thrust home. 

Dean's body tensed and he gripped Ken's back digging his fingernails into the older man's flesh reeling from the amplified sensation of being impaled so forcefully as a blissfully wicked smile crept across the lad's handsome young pale face. 

He had known all too well the scent of sex that had lingered on Ken and the oddly familiar perfume that had occasionally accompanied the scent as he gripped the older man tighter wrapping his legs around him in a bid to pull him deeper inside his tightness. Ken let out a hiss as he felt the adjustment and Dean moaned into his mouth in the wake of the new shift in sensation and angle. He had thoroughly enjoyed Ken's thick cock and their bare sex sessions.

The lad felt his inner depths clench along the thick shaft as the older man began to slowly pump his hips in earnest driving them both along the motel bed as the all too familiar sound of the headboard beating against the nearby wall and the groaning of the bedsprings began to echo throughout the room like a blissful symphony of lust and passion as Dean began to lose himself beneath the older man's heavier form as Ken pinned the lad against the mattress. 

Lust-filled blue eyes locked onto the dark brown eyes that had been equally enamored as their bodies continued to clash well above the sheets and comforter as the sound of their romp echoed through the dimly lit motel room. Dean had not known where Ken had been but he had been of the mind to ensure that the older man always knew to come back to him, even if he had used his body to do it. 

Dean whimpered as he felt the intensity of Ken's thrusts increase jolting him along the motel bed as their bodies began to show signs of exertion, Dean's peroxide blond locks had been sticking to his forehead and cheeks and Ken's messy wild dark hair made him look a bit crazed as well. The intense focused expression on his face and the burning lust behind his dark eyes had entranced Dean as he stared back at him unable to do much aside from take everything the older man had been dishing out as he had so many times before. 

Ken growled as he once more found himself given to the euphoric heights that came with plunging his thick cock into the tight depths of the moaning Dean Hudson who continued to cling to him as their act intensified. He had no true means to describe it, his constant need to pummel the lad's hidden sex as if he had not a care in the world, it was freeing in a way to be with the younger lad, nothing was truly expected of him as far as relationships and aspects of social graces that Ken had not been capable of maintaining. 

Being with Dean was quite a boon in the sense that he expected nothing of him and knew next to nothing about the man Ken used to be. The older man noted the tears that streamed down Dean's pale cheeks as the moaning lad reached for him and pulled him into another heated series of kisses. 

Ken groaned as he found his larger body flexing between the pasty thighs of the younger lad who continued to wrap himself around him. 

"Fuck you feel so good...Daddy," said Dean further amplifying his lust for the older man and his thick cock as he pummeled his sodden hidden sex. 

"Yeah?" asked Ken still thrusting at a frantic pace into the lad as he jolted his smaller naked frame along the motel bedding. "You ain't so bad yourself baby, best pussy I've had in years."

Dean smirked as he kissed Ken's lips whimpering and moaning as their act continued. He could feel his smaller cock stir and then pulse before his release coated them both like so many times before. The blond lad relished the warm sensation spurting all over his bare chest and belly as he found himself once at the mercy of his lust and desire for the older man who continued to have his way with him. 

"Fuck..." hissed Ken losing himself as well. 

The lad took note of how Ken closed his eyes reeling in the sensation between them as well as the lad's unceremonious spurting in the wake of his release coating them both. 

Their eyes locked once more as they traded lust-bound kisses and found themselves pushed further into a kind of euphoric bliss. Dean's soft whimpers in the wake of Ken's rather spirited thrusts had conveyed more than enough about their shared arrangement on both their parts. 

The young lad's body continued to jolt along the motel bed as Ken continued to tower above him pressed between his thighs and in desperate need of release. Dean whimpered once more before feeling himself let loose as another round of release coated Ken's thick cock making the older man grunt outright as he became more desperate to shove himself further inside the lad's tight depths. 

"Fuck me..." moaned Dean unable to help himself as his spirited lover continued to pummel his sodden hidden sex. 

Another growl erupted from Ken as he found himself growing all the more desperate as he plunged deeper into the lad's tightness just as his release ripped through him. Dean's umpteenth release had not been far behind as he screamed out amid Ken's groaning as he coated their bellies and the older man's cock at the same time. Both had been ragged in breath and slick with sweat as they found themselves unable to move much in the wake of their mutual release. 

Ken's heavier body collapsed onto Dean and he once more found himself reeling from sensation and a sense of belonging that only seemed to come from being in Ken's presence with the older man's thick appendage lodged deep inside of him. He could feel their collective heartbeats and the lingering sweat mixing had not bothered him in the least as he panted amid the light of daybreak. 

The lad rather enjoyed the closeness he and Ken shared and the fact that the older man wasn't the type to just up and leave once he had filled him like all the other men had. Even Clint had done this when he'd been back in Bushwah. Ken seemed to sense that Dean wanted his affection and slowly turned his attention to kissing the lad on the lips as they lay intertwined amid the motel bed. 

Dean's hopeful blue eyes had been fixated on Ken for the duration of their laying together despite the relative exhaustion beginning to set in for both of them. The older man noted the fresh cascading tears that streamed down the lad's smooth pale cheeks as their long slow kisses continued. 

"I don't like being left alone," admitted Dean aloud as he reached up to stroke Ken's face. "Please don't leave me alone again...or at the very least call, I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you..."

Ken had been slightly caught off guard by Dean's apparent affection for him.

"I'm sorry," he replied still looking into Dean's sorrowful blue eyes. "Something came up and I wasn't thinking straight, it won't happen again."

He kissed Dean on the forehead and then on the lips before resting his head against his briefly before slowly pulling out of him and rolling onto his favored side of the bed. Dean whimpered at the loss but quickly rolled onto his side and scooted closer to the exhausted older man. 

It was evident to Ken that much like Valencia before him, the lad was becoming clingy, but as odd as it seemed, Ken wasn't in the least repulsed by it. Not even when Dean rested his weary head against his bare chest and drifted back off to sleep. After several minutes of getting used to his new surroundings and monitoring the lad for nightmares, Ken too fell asleep and lost all track of time and sense of anything outside of their strange little personal world.