Author's Note: My first ever smut in my life, so I figured, if I was going to do it, I'd do it for a great cause (My Dear Occulta's BIRTHDAY! WOO! :D) and I'd do it BIG- three chapters for three sex scenes. And just like any smut/porn there's barely any plot (at least I hope there's not) that makes much since and there's not much reasoning behind the sex in the first place. Since this is the first chapter, there will be more plot behind it than the others. Bare with me people! XD (also, this is a really short chapter...sorry...) Oh, and they are definitely of age in this story- no underage sex peeps-

Red Locks and the Three Beds

Chapter One: Too Nice

Kyle moaned as another finger slipped into him. Desperate for friction, he rocked his hips on them, grinding. "Hurry!" he begged, about ready to kill the man whose fingers slowly pulled in and out of him.

His lover laughed, kissing him softly whilst his free hand grasped his jerking hips to stop the motions. "You have to be prepared, Kye." he explained even as he lubricated his cock.

Kyle groaned impatiently, "I don't care if it rips, God, just hurry!"

But Stan just smiled again as if he thought the redhead was joking. God, Kyle couldn't stand that smile. He wanted to rip the man's lips from his face. Stan decided to take advantage of Kyle's still-open mouth and kissed him again, deeply this time. On the outside, Kyle moaned into the kiss, eyes closing in a display of trust. Yet, on the inside he was about ready to strangle his boyfriend. This wouldn't be the first time he wanted to either. Every time the two had sex it was painstakingly slow, and even as he enjoyed it, he hated the gentle slowness of it all.

He cursed Stan's football muscle as the man pushed him down onto the bed fully with little resistance, lifting the redhead's legs to his shoulders. Just as he thought they were ready to go, Stan just had to ruin the moment yet again.

"Are you sure about this?"

Kyle closed his eyes as if he was making a decision, but in reality he was trying his best to keep his hard-on, "Gods, yes, Stan, I'm ready!" he said sensually, trying to save the moment. After all, it was a pretty stupid question at the moment. If he didn't want sex, he wouldn't be letting this happen, now would he?

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Kyle groaned both in annoyance and pleasure as the tip of Stan's cock entered him slowly. He tried to buck his way onto the rest of the cock, but found his lover's hands holding his hips steady. When the cock was finally fully sheathed, Stan waited. The tingle of pain wasn't so bad, Stan should've known that by now. They had both bottomed and topped too many times to be entirely loose still. And with Stan's ultra-extra-preparation he was definitely more than ready by this point.

But that didn't stop the boy from his continuous, concerned waiting. Stan leaned down, kissing the redhead rougher than usual, as if he was distracting him from any discomfort he could have. Kyle damned him to Hell in his mind as he gave Stan the okay to continue after the mouth left his own.

Stan's thrusts began as slow as always, letting himself out a couple inches and inside a couple centimeters more until he managed to work himself up to four inches out and in. Kyle whined under him, his cock hard and waiting as his boyfriend thrusts became rougher. Though, with Stan, that was still barely enough.

When the thrusts began to get harder and deeper, Stan began to rub his cock in time with the thrusts. And then Kyle realized why Stan's sex was great still, even if it was annoying as Hell, the slow build up left him with a huge climax, one he could fill building up within him now.

"God, Stan…" he managed, "Harder, please God, harder!"

But the man didn't listen, only leaned down, and began tonguing the shell of his ear, biting-no not biting-nibbling his ear lobe. Kyle whined more, begging for the end even as Stan denied him it with that smile once more. "Soon…" he promised, blowing onto the wetness he had created. Kyle shifted, his body aching for completion. He loved the feeling of a building climax, the rush of blood, the aching pain of no release- God, if only Stan waited a little more when his cock was this hard, then he would look forward to sex a little more. Alas, he didn't, his peek of climax being the quickest part of their love-making.

He didn't have to wait too long for the end- something he knew was coming soon all-too-well by now. Stan's movements changed, adjusting their positions slightly as the end neared, delving himself as deeply inside the redhead as he could, his hand moving faster over Kyle's shaft.

"Kyle!" he yelled out, as the redhead felt the warm substance of his boyfriend's cum fill his stomach. Not long after the spurts inside him ended, Kyle himself released, his cum landing on his stomach and chest. Panting, they stayed in their positions for a minute more before Stan removed his cock from his body. He could feel the cum dripping out of him but found he didn't care after the amazing orgasm he had just experienced.

As much as Stan loved him and he loved Stan, he really was starting to doubt he'd be able to stand having sex the same way over and over again for the rest of his life. He just wished his boyfriend would mix-it-up a little, be a bit rougher now that their bodies were adjusted to sex. He didn't have to be fast, but he sure as Hell didn't have to be so gentle. He opened eyes that he didn't realize were closed, to see Stan leaning over him, love-filled eyes watching his every move. Another kiss was administered, soft and gentle as always. And Kyle couldn't help but think as Stan wiped the cum off with a waiting towel, that perhaps his boyfriend was a bit too nice.