OLD FLAMES BURN THE BRIGHTEST

Sequel to One Night Stand. PWP. Just more steamy sex between our two favorite guys.

Ken Hutchinson balanced the armload of books on one arm as he fumbled to put the key in the lock with his free hand. Classes started the following day at the Police Academy and he had spent most of the morning picking up books, supplies and his class schedule. He would be sharing a dorm room with another cadet for the next 6 months while he completed the training to join the Bay City Police Department. He hoped that he would find his new roommate compatible unlike the roommate he’d had in college. They hadn’t gotten along at all and he had made Ken’s last year in college miserable with his critical attitude, his complaints and his negativity.

Ken finally got the door open and stepped into the tiny room with two twin beds sitting against opposite sides of the room with a narrow pathway between them and separated by a single nightstand. He tossed his books on the bed to his left and slumped down on the mattress to catch his breath. The other side of the room appeared unoccupied; apparently his roommate had not checked in yet. He had until six o’clock that evening to register.

Ken sighed as he looked around the room. It was barely large enough to accommodate one grown man, not to mention two. There was a small closet at the foot of each bed and a tiny desk sitting to the left of the doorway. The thought of sharing such cramped quarters for the next 6 months wasn’t very appealing. Ken found himself hoping once again that he and his roommate were at least somewhat compatible.

Ken had made several drastic lifestyle changes in the past six months. He had dropped out of college in his third year of medical school, left his wife of two years, and moved from Minnesota to California, all over the vehement objections of his parents. For the past three months since he had been in California, he had also rediscovered the gay lifestyle that he had been involved in before meeting his wife, Vanessa, and getting married. Gays were not accepted any more freely here than they were in Minnesota, but here it was easier to find a willing partner and to hide your sexual inclinations.

His last encounter with a man had been over three weeks ago and it was a memory that he knew he would cherish forever. Once he entered the academy and actually joined the police force, he knew that he would have to abandon his chosen lifestyle and pretend to be ‘straight’ for appearances sake. The last man he had been with was the one man he could have pictured a future with if circumstances had only been different for both of them. He had never felt such an overwhelming and instant connection with anyone else in his life, not male or female. Even though they had only spent one night together after Ken had picked him up in a local gay bar, that connection had been there, Leaving his side the next morning before he had awakened was the hardest thing that Ken had ever had to do in his life. For the past three weeks, it had felt like there was a hole in his heart that would never be filled. Hell, he hadn’t even felt this bad when he told Vanessa that he was leaving and that he wanted a divorce.

Ken forced his morbid thoughts to the back of his mind and shoved himself to his feet. After moving the rest of his personal belongings into the dorm room, he would spend the rest of the day exploring the campus so that he wouldn’t feel quite so lost when classes started the next morning.

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It was shortly after six that evening when Ken returned to his room. A battered brown leather jacket and green duffle bag thrown carelessly on the other bed suggested that his roommate had arrived. Ken sat down on the edge of his own bed and grabbed the book he had been reading, intending to finish a few chapters before lights out at ten p.m.

He was engrossed in the mystery when the door opened and he glanced up. His mouth fell open and his heart began pounding frantically in his chest as he locked eyes with the man standing in the archway. He wasn’t sure which one of them was more shocked and surprised. Standing in front of him, like a forbidden image from an erotic dream, was Dave, his one night stand from three weeks ago. Too surprised to speak, he watched as Dave slowly closed the door behind him and stepped farther into the room. There was a guarded expression in those dark sapphire blue eyes that Ken couldn’t identify. Shock, dismay, bewilderment, and anger all seemed to be reflected in that steady, unflinching gaze.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dave demanded in a quiet, almost deadly voice that set Ken’s blood on fire.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Ken answered. “You’re the last person I expected to see here.”

“This is all I fucking need right now.” Dave growled, dropping to his bed with a heavy sigh. “As if things weren’t complicated enough.”

“Yeah, well I’m not too thrilled about this turn of events either.” Ken snapped, his own anger rising to match the sarcasm in the brunet’s voice.

“Somebody up there must really hate me.” Dave declared, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.

“They must not be too fond of me either.” Ken snarled, returning his attention to his book and ignoring his surly roommate. Unable to concentrate on the words on the page, he tossed the book to the floor with a muttered curse and stared at the ceiling trying to make sense out of the situation he suddenly found himself in. He had never expected to see Dave again and now it looked like he was going to be living in close proximity to the man for the next six months. In the morning, he would have to talk to someone about getting a different roommate since this arrangement would never work out. It was painfully apparent that Dave was just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was.

The heavy silence in the air was broken by Dave when he said,

“We can talk to someone in the morning about getting a different roommate. Nobody has to know why. We’ll just say we didn’t hit it off.”

“I think that’s for the best.” Ken agreed. Even though his mind was telling him that it that was the logical thing to do, why was his heart objecting so vehemently? He reminded himself that he didn’t even know Dave and that his feelings couldn’t be the same as his own from just from a one night stand. That was just wishful thinking on Ken’s part. He still hadn’t been able to analyze his own feelings for the brunet.

There was another long period of uncomfortable silence and then Dave said, his voice a combination of anger and sadness, “Why did you just take off the next morning before I woke up?”

“I just figured it would be easier that way…for both of us.” Ken said. His own voice turned defensive, “I never thought we’d ever see each other again so what difference did it make?”

“It didn’t make a difference.” Dave said flatly. ‘I just didn’t think you were the type to leave without at least saying goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.” Ken said sincerely. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“So why did you?” Dave asked, refusing to let the subject drop.

“Maybe because you scared the shit out of me.” Ken said, deciding to be honest for a change.

“Why?” the brunet asked in a startled voice.

“Because I was afraid I wouldn’t want to leave if I stayed till you woke up.” Ken admitted, an embarrassed blush creeping up his neck and into his face.

“That good, huh?” Dave said with a cocky smile that never quite reached his eyes.

“It was the best, most mind blowing sex I ever had in my life.” Ken said truthfully.

“Yeah and you weren’t too bad either.” Dave said with a thin smile. He sighed softly and glanced across the room at the big blond. “I guess it’s about time we finished introducing ourselves. My name is Dave Starsky.”

“Ken Hutchinson.” Ken told him with a genuine smile on his face. “Glad to meet you.”

“Hutchinson, huh? That’s a mouthful. You look more like a Hutch to me.”

“You’re comparing me to a piece of furniture?” Ken said trying to sound offended but secretly pleased with the new nickname.

“Blondie, you could never be mistaken for a piece of furniture.” Dave said, the hard edge in his voice softening slightly. “It’s just really weird that we both ended up here and roommates no less…”

“I’ll go along with that.” Ken said dryly. “Maybe it’s fate.”

“I don’t believe in fate.” Dave said glumly. “I think this is somebody’s idea of a sick joke.”

“Well, we can’t do anything about it until in the morning.” Ken said with a sigh.

“That is…if you really want to. I mean…we could try to stick it out and see what happens.”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea. I think we both know what will happen.” Dave said sarcastically.

“Would that really be such a bad thing?”

“It would be if we both want to be cops.”

“Nobody needs to know.” Ken pointed out. “We’re both consenting adults and I’m sure that we can keep it in our pants if we have to.”

“Speak for yourself. I’d be having wet dreams about you every night.”

“And I’d be throwing a rod every time I looked at you.” Ken said with a chuckle at the thought.

“Let’s get some sleep and we’ll take care of our little problem in the morning.” Dave said, rolling over onto his side with his back to Ken.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Ken grumbled, reaching out to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. He sighed heavily as he slumped back on the bed and stared into the darkness. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.

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The new cadets’ day started at six a.m. with a wake up call, showers and then breakfast. After that, they went to their first class of the day. Ken and Dave were assigned to the same section, which meant they would be participating in the hand to hand activities as partners since they were roommates. Neither one of them was able to talk to anyone about a room reassignment until classes ended that afternoon at four-thirty. When Ken talked to one of the administrators before he went to supper, he was told in no uncertain terms that no room reassignments were allowed under any circumstances. Whatever problems the two men had between themselves, they would either have to resolve or learn to live with for the next six months. Ken left the office feeling dejected and disturbed by the news. He found himself wondering how the surly brunet would react to the news.

Ken didn’t see Dave until later that evening back in their shared room. From the cloudy look on that olive toned face, Ken knew immediately that Dave already knew they were stuck as roommates for the duration.

“Guess you heard the news too.” Ken said, slumping down on his bed. “We can’t change rooms.”

“Yeah, so I was told.” Dave said sullenly. “So what do you suggest we do now?”

“Make the best of it.” Ken suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. “Look…nothing has to happen between us if you don’t want it to.”

“What if I do?” Dave said with a defiant tilt to his chin, his answer taking Ken by surprise.

“Do you?” he asked hopefully, his heart beating rapidly with growing excitement.

“What do you think, college boy?” Dave said almost belligerently, taking a step closer and closing the distance between them.

“I think I’m in a lot of trouble.” Ken whispered breathlessly, losing himself in those dark blue eyes that made his stomach flutter with anticipation.

Dave took another step closer and reached up to cup Ken’s face in his hands. He leaned in and gave him a long, lingering kiss, running his tongue along Ken’s bottom lip teasingly. Ken felt his knees starting to buckle and he would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Dave’s strong arms encircling his waist and holding him close. He grabbed Dave’s waist and held on as if the smaller man were his lifeline and returned the kiss passionately.

They sank down on the closest bed, which just happened to be Ken’s side of the room, without breaking the kiss. Ken fumbled with the buttons on Dave’s shirt, needing to feel his skin beneath his hands.

“Slow down, Babe…” Dave whispered hoarsely. “Let me make sure the door’s locked. We don’t want anybody walking in on us.”

“Okay…” Ken gasped, releasing the other man reluctantly. Dave bounced to his feet and hurried to the door, quickly flipping the lock. Ken tugged impatiently at his clothes, taking off his shirt and pants. Dave smiled faintly as he turned and noticed Ken’s state of undress.

“Poor baby,” he said in a husky voice. “You must need some loving bad.”

“I do.” Ken admitted, rubbing his hand against the bulge in his briefs to soothe his aching erection.

“We have to be quiet.” Dave reminded him, as he pulled off his own shirt and pants. His own erection was clearly evident tenting out the front of his tiny black briefs. “This is crazy…” he muttered as he slipped back into Ken’s arms “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night.”

“Same here…” Ken said, seeking out that lush mouth that he craved like a glass of fine wine. Their kisses deepened, becoming more insistent, as they lay down on the bed, rubbing against one another through the thin barrier of their cotton briefs. Within a matter of minutes, they both felt the wet spot spreading across the front of their underwear, their mutual cries of pleasure muffled in the other ones mouth. “I really needed that.” Ken whispered in a curl covered ear, drawing an amused chuckle from the brunet cradled in his arms.

“You’re a dangerous man, Blondie.” Dave said with a contented sigh, resting his head against the broad shoulder.

“How’s that?” Ken asked in a curious voice.

“You’re the kind of guy that I could really go for.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yeah…cause you don’t even know me, Blondie. If I let myself get involved with you, it won’t be for just a one night stand…it’ll be for keeps.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Ken repeated with a tender smile. “Do you really think that all I want is a one night stand?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No…it’s not. I want somebody I can settle down with and make a life with.”

Ken said, gently running his fingers through those thick soft curls. He had wanted that with is ex-wife but Vanessa wanted more out of life than being married to him.

“Can’t have that and be a cop too.” Dave pointed out sadly. “It doesn’t work that way. Hell, even if we weren’t planning on being cops, it still don’t work that way. We can’t have what every other couple has because we’re both men. You know that.”

“I know but I’d be willing to risk it for you.” Ken said firmly. He looked deeply into those dark blue eyes and saw the doubt there but there was something more, there was also the intense desire to believe in the fairy tale.

“So what are we supposed to do now?”

“Find a way to be together and have everything else we want too.” Ken said in a determined voice.

“How are we supposed to do that?”

“We’ll just have to find a way.” Ken said, silencing him with a gentle kiss. His hands slid down the lean body beside him and tugged off the soiled briefs. He broke the kiss long enough to discard the remainder of his own clothing and then reached to pull the smaller man back into his embrace. Their lips met again in a hungry, demanding kiss that banked the fire burning inside of them both, whipping the flames into a raging blaze that demanded to be quenched. Ken trailed kisses over the squared jaw and down the long neck to Dave’s collarbone. Moving his head lower, he laved his tongue over a hair covered nipple, nipping lightly with his teeth and then sucking away the tiny sting of pain. Dave hissed in pleasure, arching his back into the warm wet mouth that was tormenting him.

Ken let his hands drift lower, fondling the hard erection as he brushed his thumb over the weeping slit. One hand reached farther down to roll the hair covered balls between his fingers, drawing a long satisfied groan from his lover. As his lips covered the smooth, soft head of the brunet’s shaft, one finger probed at the hidden entrance to Dave’s body.

“Oh, yeah…” Dave moaned “Do it…do it now…” His voice sounded hoarse and unsteady as he thrust his groin involuntarily against the blond’s hand. Happy to oblige, Ken stuck his finger in his mouth to wet it and then slid it home inside the hot tight channel. With his long slender fingers, he had no trouble finding the hidden spot deep inside the brunet that was guaranteed to make him fly.

Tiny whimpers of pleasure escaped from Dave’s mouth as he bucked wildly beneath Ken, crying out softly as one finger became two and then three, as the blond patiently stretched out the tight ring of muscle, paving the way for something much larger and harder. Wanting to look into his lover’s face as he entered him, Ken shifted his weight and slung the other man’s legs over his shoulders. Balancing himself on his hands, he looked deeply into those incredible blue eyes as he slowly pushed his way into Dave’s willing body.

A look of pure ecstasy swept over Dave’s face, his heavy lidded eyes darkening with lust, as Ken slowly inched his way into his lover until his long thick shaft was completely impaled. He paused for a moment and then began gently rocking his hips, making sure to rub against Dave’s prostate with each thrust. Dave began to pant heavily, taking care to muffle his instinctive cries of pleasure as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. As the hot moist channel tightened around Ken’s shaft in a viselike grip, the big blond lost control and began thrusting harder and faster, sending them both spiraling towards the point of no return. Ken claimed Dave’s mouth in a deep, almost brutal kiss, as they came together, their bodies exploding and leaving them both weak and wasted. They collapsed in each others arms, breathing heavily, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Staring into each other’s eyes, they silently vowed to find a way to make this work, to be together in spite of all the odds against them. Satisfied and content, they fell asleep, still cradled in each others arms.