Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 379. Not ’Wrong’

Henry’s POV

I let the two clown masks fall, while Kenny let the gun in his hand disappear. I then lifted him up to push him against the wall as I was losing my mind, spreading his legs to press our crotches against each other.

A clear sign that I was not thinking straight was indeed the fact that I had him in this position because I wouldn’t have risked offending him in that way at other times.

But he didn’t seem to notice or care, as he let me. Though Kenny didn’t go so far as to hug my neck in this position, he placed his finger on my throat, slowly sliding it under the collar to loosen it for me while kissing me back just as wildly.

I laughed into his mouth, lifting him higher to press him with more force against the wall.

Goosebumps erupted all across my skin as breathing became more difficult, even though he had permitted me access to air again.

Just the rubbing against each other with our pants on was not enough, but at the same time, it was enough to make me go absolutely crazy as I bumped him against the wall repeatedly, like a beast unable to spread his claws or wings, yet at the same time so aggressively aroused that it turned dangerously against its prey.

My mind emptied as the restraints broke, and I thirsted to get rid of the whole world so that we could be alone and undisturbed, so that I could give in fully to the overwhelming infatuation and desire.

Kenny’s hands moved to my pants as he opened the button and pulled down the zipper, and to my disbelief, he reached inside.

I gasped with a shudder, nearly moaning out loud when he grabbed me, his hand so hot as he finally, finally, finally touched me.

And his touch felt so good, so damn perfect, as he enclosed me, pulled my cock out, and eventually opened his pants with his other hand to then do what I had done to him before.

Still kissing fiercely, he tightened his hold on us together while I cupped his face with my hands, my movements turning faster and more aggressive.

I rocked my hips instinctively to fuck his hand, to fuck his cock, to take what he could give me to penetrate, and to make the most of his first time touching me and giving me new proof, new evidence, and a new exhilaration.

And I did make the most of it as I felt my thighs trembling, the wave of the release near, so close that the last humanity was shed; only instincts remained as I thrust into his tightened hold one last time, knocking his body against the wall again as I came violently.

Out of breath, my hearing distorted by my raging heartbeat, I felt his body jerking silently in my arms and hugged him properly to pull him closer against me as he came as well.

Only now did I notice that his arm was between our tightly intertwined bodies, as he had conjured up a tissue at some point and had stopped us from sullying our clothes.

"Fuck... Haaa—Can you behave now? Come on, we have to get going," he choked out, and when I looked at his face, I saw him closing his eyes tightly as he caught his breath and tried to force himself back into reality and probably out of sleepiness.

"Yes. I’ll behave, I promise. We’ll make this just as quick." As the act just now had been, as it had only been a few unbelievably intense minutes.

Not because of this being the wrong time and place, but just because, as it seemed, our desire for each other was mutually overflowing.

I pecked him all over his face before slowly putting him down and taking a few deep breaths while snatching the tissue from him and cleaning both of us up with it.

Although I wanted to prolong the cleaning of his cock, as I loved to see him slightly flinch or tremble at my touch—this time not because my hand was cold and wet but because he was sensitive after cumming while jerking us off together while HE TOUCHED HIS FIRST COCK that wasn’t his, BUT MINE.

Kenny really did. I still can’t believe it.

"I know, I know. I’m sorry; we will finish this now," I tried to appease him.

I just wanted to bring him home and cuddle him badly, but I had probably gone a bit too far today, though it was absolutely perfect as it had turned out.

But now that my blood was back in the right places, I could see that this was... maybe... the wrong location and the wrong time.

And that I had maybe been too excited today, as we were on our first date.

So I didn’t prolong cleaning him, although he gripped my shoulders so sweetly as if he couldn’t decide whether to push me away and do it himself or just let me do it.

I noticed his head was held high as if he couldn’t exactly face what just happened and the proof of it.

But that’s absolutely okay; we will take one step at a time, and he had already touched me the first time today.

And he came while touching me.

That means he is not trying to push himself, but he is working to overcome his prejudices, embarrassment, and shame.

Well, I can understand a good part, as although I couldn’t picture myself with a wife in the future after everything that happened in my childhood, I had never thought it would be a... husband.

It sounds strange; it sounds exciting but incorrect, but if I imagined my future with ’Kenny’ instead of ’wife’ or ’husband,’ it sounded so wholesomely right in my mind that a deep satisfaction would hum through my body and soul.

So I knew the way to be together with him was not for both of us to accept that we were gay or bi; it was for us to accept being together as Kenny and Henry.

This approach I had taken until now, and it worked.

Again trying to contain my joy that would make me become clingy and annoying, hyped up and overexcited, I cleaned myself up while Kenny turned away and zipped his pants.

I knew I could not mention him taking this big step because giving attention to it would embarrass him, so I just grinned to myself and pocketed the tissue before I picked the masks up.

I turned his body back to me so that he would face me.

Every time I had sex in the past was while I was on drugs, so the pictures were hazy, but it was not what a simple kiss with him was doing to me.

Kenny’s forcedly cool and a bit annoyed expression was soon covered with the mask.

So each step he took towards me, each time the gap widened for me to come through, it was tremendously special.

"All ready." I smiled while putting my finger on the clown’s black nose, soon retracting it to then put my own mask on.

He hummed in agreement and conjured up his gun again.

"They are coming."

Yes, I heard it as well, the footsteps I had blended out while we were in our little bubble. It seemed that me pushing Kenny against the wall was way louder than I had thought.

"Does your back hurt?" I asked him while moving my hand forward and building a crystalline shield in front of us.

I only noticed that this question would be asked by the top to bottom in every BL manga and novel I had read through after speaking it out.

"Pfft. Is your throat okay?" He asked back, and I laughed out loud at his comeback and that even though I knew he hadn’t secretly read about this stuff.

"Yes, my throat is alright." I tried to get a grip again, but it was difficult with Kenny being so cool.

"COME OUT AND WE WON’T HURT YOU!" A gruff voice yelled in front of the door.

"Good." Kenny smirked under the mask; I couldn’t see it, but I knew it, as he drew his gun and pointed it at the door from behind the shield.

I took a deep breath before speaking with a slurred voice to the guys outside.

"We are sorry! S-so sorry! We come out, okay?! We heard you had a bit of nose candy here and came over! Don’t shoot, puh-leeassee! We’ll come out!!! We just wanted coke; we were just—" I whined while grinning and reveling in Kenny looking at me stupefied when the guy outside interrupted.

"COME OUT OF THE ROOM, OR WE WILL COME IN!"

"We’ll come out; we just, we found a bit of shit before you came and are tripping at the moment. One second, I am... I am standing—woah, I am standing up, okay? Fuck, I think I need to vomit." I made retching sounds that were so real that even Kenny took a step away, or maybe he was still horrified that I was a much better actor than he had thought.

Though playing a junkie wasn’t that difficult for me, albeit I was a rich junkie back then, which hadn’t prompted me to break into houses or beg anyone for drugs.

Yet if I hadn’t decided for us to just stop and turn our lives around, then I surely would not have been here playing a role but living it instead; no, I would have been already dead.

The door was kicked open, and men stormed in, their weapons drawn.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Someone screamed and fired at the shield I had set up, this time not as see-through.

The bullet was deflected and hit the ceiling, and the gang members were spooked.

"Oh, that? I-I thought I was hallucinating." I said in the same weak and dazed voice before I seeped my shadowy energy through the crystalline shield.

I watched it pass through easily, as if the milky white crystals made way for the black shadow, as they didn’t contradict or fight each other but worked together seamlessly, given they came from the same powerful source.

- From the dangerous me.

The shadowy energy passed and attacked, wrapping them up, acidifying and dissolving them until nothing was left, but because around fifteen people had come, the ones still outside the room noticed their friends’ predicament and ran away.

"Finally, I can fucking do something." Kenny teleported outside the room while I let the shield crumble like dry sand and ran after him.

I watched him shooting accurately at five guys who ran to the right of the corridor before I dissolved the three guys running in the other direction.

Now we were really ’fighting’ back-to-back, and knowing what Kenny was capable of, together with the assurance clenching my worries that he was right there where I could reach and watch over him, I really had fun.

Doing this together was fun; it was as if we played a game together.

We were real partners.

Yet, it was just a second before the inevitable happened, and we won.

"That was everyone inside here." Kenny said, putting his gun away to go to one of the guys he had shot at but that was still alive.

I hurried after him and put my right arm around his neck, to then instantly feel my right wrist grabbed, bringing a satisfied smile to my face.

Kenny kicked the guy who lay with his stomach on the ground so that he turned over.

"You. When exactly does the boss come back? And what the hell is going on here?"

The guy on the floor just begged a little for his life before he died, without giving us any more information.

Well, we knew from the people passing the door earlier that the last piece of the puzzle would soon follow, hopefully having Sven with him, not that I cared though.

"Let’s go down." Kenny decided while I acidified the gunned-down bodies on the ground.

We made our way back around the corner, with Kenny stopping at the two doors where girls were still inside.

"YOU GIRLS ARE SAFE! STAY FOR A MOMENT WHERE YOU ARE WHILE WE GET RID OF THE BOSS," he yelled twice.

"You won’t go inside?" I asked him while smelling his hair as we headed to the staircase. I couldn’t wait to get rid of the mask, but seeing Kenny still wearing his, I had to wear mine naturally, too.

He moved his head left and right to sigh in content after hearing two ’cracks’ while we walked down the stairs, nearly headbutting me in the process.

"No, they probably don’t want to see men near them after the horror show here, especially if they wore scary masks."

Not the compassionless reason I wanted to hear, but I could live with it for now.

Kenny and I went outside to the garden, the same way we had come, and I bent down to open the door in the ground on the side of the house when Kenny bent down.

"EVERYONE IS DEAD; WE JUST WAIT FOR THE BOSS TO COME BACK. THE DOOR IS OPEN, SO YOU CAN COME UP." He clearly didn’t want them to stay longer than necessary in the darkness with all the other rats.

This was surely also a reason why he was annoyed by the ecstatic little break we had just taken...

Yet in the end he still couldn’t control himself because of me.

I chuckled as I came to the conclusion that I had won against his compassion.

Kenny, who had reached his hand out, and me, who grabbed it to pull him into the filthy, filthy human realm, where everybody put their own selfish desires first.

How does it feel to corrupt a man born to be a protector?

-A difficult question to answer, as I was torn between admiring and being attracted to this part of him, at the same time hateful and jealous because it brought about his care for others and felt so different, so far away from me.

But everything bringing him closer to me couldn’t be wrong, couldn’t be repulsive, couldn’t be unethical, and couldn’t not happen.