Curiosity Converted the Cat

[Following through on my KyWes short fic idea from the KyWes crack pairing art a few weeks back. Disclaimer: this is non-canon obviously so I didn’t make it too ‘serious’ by bringing up Kim and Madison (getting cheated on) so we’ll just overlook them for this one :P]

It was a cool October afternoon at the Wes Freeling household. Wes and I sat on the couch in his living room—the same little rented house he’s had since moving to Texas—to marathon some scary movies like he promised me he would. He wasn’t a big fan of horror but loved movie marathons (and knew I loved them too) so I did him a favor by picking some beginner horror.

I opened up a bag of potato chips as he cracked into his second beer. He said he brought a few beers to loosen up for the spookies but I think “a few beers” to Wes meant “a few cases”.

‘So what’s on the line-up tonight?’ he asked.

‘Tonight I’m presenting to you the entire Final Destination franchise!’ I said proudly, scrolling through the screens on his tv to start up the first one. ‘You’ll be my best friend forever if you can make it through all 5.’

I took a swig of my beer. Wes had been gracious enough to spare a bottle of his bounty for me. Underage drinking was okay if under supervision of an adult right? Even if that adult is probably mentally younger than said minor?

We made it through the first movie, which Wes swore he already saw despite not knowing anything about it. He made a few “eeew” noises at the death scenes but held strong.

We sailed through the second one, setting up a mini drinking game every time they mentioned ‘death’s design’ but eventually forgot about it in favor of drinking randomly.

We had started the third film, making it all the way to the tanning bed death scene, one of my favorites, before we got derailed on conversation.

‘So much nudity! Wha’s that about? Horror fans sure are horny!’ Wes laughed as the two topless tanning women screamed on tv.

‘Trust me, it was way bigger of a thing in the early 2000s. Like every horror movie had boobs in it.‘

‘Aw that sucks for you, are there a lot of dick shots, too?’ Wes laughed.

‘Ha! Nope, sadly.’ I laughed.

It was a quiet for a beat as the movie continued to the next scene.

‘Hey Ky.. wha’s it like to sleep with a guy?’ Wes asked with hardly any falter in his voice.

I nearly spat out my beer. ‘I’m sorry, fuckin’ what??’ I laughed.

‘I’m serious! I’ve never asked but I always been curious.. like.. wha’s the appeal? How’z it different from sleepin’ with girls?’ I could tell his speech was a slurring, the alcohol must be taking over.

‘Well I’ve never slept with a girl but I assume less… curvy.’ I joked, thinking that answer would satisfy him. But he almost doubled down on it.

‘So is’ a guy’s muscles? Is that it? Dicks don’t have muscles though..’ he rambled. I laughed hearing the phrase ‘dicks don’t have muscles’ coming out of that man’s mouth.

‘Muscles can be a plus but not a dealbreaker. Some of us aren’t blessed in the abs territory.’ I joked, feeling my face start to get warm. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling more excited or more awkward to be talking about this in such detail to a straight guy.

‘Does it hurt?’ He asked bluntly. I looked over half surprised, half not at the bluntness of the question only to find him staring straight into my soul, serious as a heartattack. It honestly startled me. I thought a bit about how to answer.

‘It can at first but that’s kinda.. the fun of it? At least for me.. It’s hard to explain..’ I felt myself blush a bit and I feel I rarely blush at these kinds of conversations. I could just blame it on those serious yet drunken blue eyes fixated on me. I found it hard to look at him. ‘It’s easy for me to forget about the pain though when I’m on the receiving end.’ I continued, I wasn’t sure why, maybe it was better than awkward silence. ‘There’s so much leading up to it and going on during it.. Bodies sweating, tongues tangling, dicks throbbing.. if you get lost in the sauce enough it’s not like you’re just sitting there waiting for a shot at the doctor’s office.’ I laughed.

I looked at Wes and saw him blushing. That surprised me again and made me blush more. I tired to hide it by drinking more of my beer and turning back to the television.

It was quiet after that. I assumed we were done but judging by how Wes is never quiet (especially a drunk Wes) I could tell he was deep in thought trying to comprehend how gay sex works. What a weird night.

‘Okay one last question.’ He blurted. I laughed, my assumptions correct. ‘Wha’s it like touching another guy’s junk?’

‘What the—I don’t.. I don’t know! What do you mean, like how the guy reacts? How it feels?’ I asked, blushing again.

‘I d’nno, I bet it’s easy.. If you touch yer own you know what feels good. With girls ya gotta explore more ‘n get their reactions ‘n stuff.’ He claimed.

‘It’s kinda the same then, I guess, some guys are super sensitive in certain places and others aren’t. Like my friend Scotty loves nipple play where I’m kinda indifferent—’

‘Nipples! I didn’t even think’a that! Guys get turned on by that too?’ Wes then proceeded to put his hand up his shirt to feel around on his own body, I’m assuming attempting on himself what he does to girls. I let out an awkward breath at the sight and tried to look away but found it more and more of a challenge.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked nervously.

‘I’m.. still curious..’ Wes mumbled, not even looking at me anymore, purely lost in his thoughts. He fidgeted the lower half of his body and then it clicked. He was getting hard if he wasn’t already. I didn’t know what to do with that information but it made a familiar pulse creep below my waist as well.

‘Would you.. want to experiment..?’ I asked quietly. So quietly that if I was way off and he didn’t want to he could take the out that he didn’t hear me.

‘I mean.. if you’re up for it..’ He looked over at me as his hand slid from under his shirt to between his legs. ‘Just as an experiment..’ he repeated.

I took that opportunity as a big green light and scooted over to him on the couch. Our faces got close for a beat but to my surprise he was the one to close the gap. Our lips folded over each other. I could taste the alcohol on him. To my surprise even further, he was the one to deepen the kiss. His hand reached up to gently hold my face as our tongues began to dance. There was no way this was really happening.

I got on my knees and straddled him on the couch as we continued our kiss, a sudden burst of confidence that I got to show off my expertise in the field.

As he placed one hand on my back, I placed my hand on his crotch and began to rub it up and down, applying a bit of pressure here and there to get a reaction out of him. He was wearing loose pajama pants for our movie marathon, way easier to work through than jeans and belts.

A whimper spilled into my mouth as I cupped his groin in my hand and I knew he was all mine for the night.

With the swiftness of a professional I slipped my fingers under his waistband and pulled them down along with his black boxers. He surprisingly didn’t flinch at the idea of another guy seeing his cock most likely for the first time, semi-hard or otherwise. It took all my willpower not to want to put my mouth on it but I figured we should skip straight to the main event while his inhibitions were still at their lowest. It seems he had the same idea.

‘Kylee.. If you.. If we.. do we need anything for this??’ Wes got out. I could tell he had no idea what to ask.

‘Yeah, lube probably.. but we can make it work with spit, I’ve done it plenty of times.’ I assured him, recalling Scotty and I in a car or in a kitchen or in the bathroom at a friend’s house party where lube wasn’t always at the ready.

I slid my fingers into my mouth to coat them while Wes watched, mesmerized and blushing wildly at the sight (new kind of turn on I didn’t expect).

‘Scoot up,’ I whispered as he positioned himself in front of me, pretty much letting me guide where his legs went.

I let my fingers do all the talking, first rubbing his entrance in circles before slowly slipping in and out of the tight pucker. His hips jolted a few times at the sensation but he never said stop. If anything he after a few seconds his hips seemed to be gyrating in time with my fingers, he was more into it than I thought. His dick bounced around on his stomach, the poor thing probably confused just as confused at what was happening.

Once I was done I pulled my fingers out, pulled my cargo shorts down and generously coated my already hard dick with saliva. A makeshift lube like lotion or.. anything else would’ve made this way more comfortable but neither of us got up to hunt down ingredients. He was drunk anyway, who even knew if he could feel pain at the moment.

‘Ky.. wha’ happens now..?’ he asked. What the fuck kind of question was that?

‘I’ll show you.’ I laughed.

I guided my dick into position, lathered it once more with spit for good measure and pressed inside. He made a weird gasp and fidgeted once the tip was in but I grabbed his hip with one hand to steady him.

‘Relax..’ I cooed, secretly almost pleading, his movement and tensing muscles were a little uncomfortable to work with.

‘Easy f’r you to say.. you done this.. a bunch’s times..’

Once I was mostly inside of him I leaned forward and kissed him, hoping that would take his mind off of the discomfort. He appeared to second the motion and kissed me back albeit a bit more clumsily than before.

I began to rock my hips ever so slowly and after a little uneasiness, I could feel him loosen up a bit and go with the motion.

‘Aah fuck, Kylee..! It feels so…’ he got out.

If you had asked me that morning how our horror movie night was gonna go I would’ve bet you good money it wasn’t going to end up like this. But there I was thrusting into the drunk but curious black haired cowboy, going easy on him first before hitting him at the end with heavy thrusts and eventually both hitting our climaxes at about the same time.

I had pulled out and came onto his stomach—I wasn’t about to take his butt virginity THAT much—and he came into his shirt, both of us letting out small noises of pleasure as we rode that wave.

We both stayed on the couch for a minute panting, hardly moving, Final Destination 3 still playing on the tv in front of us.

‘Well.. was it everything you thought it’d be?’ I asked, very curious to get some feedback.

‘It.. it was weird but… it wasn’t that bad..!’ He said, finally sitting up and taking off his shirt to wipe off the rest of our cum on his torso. Even through his tan skin I could see the red flush of fresh orgasm tinting his body.

‘I can’t tell if you’re just trying not to hurt my feelings..’ I laughed a bit to loosen up the air.

‘Ha! No—I mean, I d’nno, yer the first guy I slept with so I don’t have a frame of ref’rence.’ He mumbled.

‘The first? Meaning there’s gonna be more?’ I got up and headed to his kitchen to get some wet paper towels to wipe down with.

‘Well.. give me enough drinks an’ who knows what could happen next time!’ He laughed.

We surprisingly held strong and finished most of the movie marathon, both of us falling asleep on the couch sometime during the fifth movie, my head on his shoulders and his arm around me.

END