Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Luka made dinner that evening, something simple, that they could eat while talking over some things. Sure, he was more than ecstatic they were back together, but he worried something could break them up again.
Losing him once was enough. Luka didn’t think he could ever go through that again. So, he felt the need to communicate, then, hopefully, they could end the evening with a fuck that would get his mind off everything else in the world. Benson did that. He had that power.
The pasta was al dente and the vegetables still crisp when Benson came through the door. He almost looked disappointed that Luka had cooked, but Luka soon discovered why. “I made reservations.”
“Too bad. We need a night alone.”
“I’m not arguing. Not at all,” he said as he dialed and canceled the reservation, then called to his car to send it home. “I’m yours as long as you want me.”
“Which is what we need to talk about. Go sit while I dish this up for us, then we can have a little wine and talk.”
Benson kissed him tenderly, reminding Luka of why he’d fallen for the guy in the first place. A kiss like he’d never had, one that held promises and happily ever after.
As they ate, Luka began slowly. “We need…a safeword.”
Benson choked a little on the swallow of wine he’d just taken and immediately turned crimson. “A safe…a safeword? Are we getting kinky?”
“Well, maybe eventually, but it’s not for that. It’s so…so we don’t have this happen again. If something needs fixing, or if one of us wants out, I mean, it could happen. We need communication, and how we can start it is with just a word.”
“I see. I think it’s brilliant. Really. You choose. I’ll pick something like chip or byte.”
“God, no. Well, how about antelope?”
“Like the animal?”
Luka didn’t want to say he’d just watched a nature show while he’d been cooking. “Is that weird?”
“Definitely, but it also won’t come up in conversation easily, so it’s also perfect. Okay, well, antelope it is.”
He was relieved, but that wasn’t all he had on his chest. “Good. Now…why did it take so long to come to me? I mean…sure you called, and she messed with the phones, but…”
He watched Benson struggling. As much as he hated it, he loved he was struggling.
It meant he was taking it seriously. “Honey, I put on a mask of self-confidence that I don’t always feel.
I get hurt, just like you or anyone else .
When you didn’t return calls, when you seemed to…
to so completely blow me off, to chase you down seemed… ”
“Desperate.”
“Yes. As desperate as I felt, I couldn’t show that. You must understand that, considering you didn’t chase me down.”
He was guilty of letting a third party take something from him that meant so much. “Touche. I agree.”
Pushing his plate to the side, Benson reached across the table to take both of Luka’s hands into his own, and his eyes pled. “I was stupid. I was scared and wounded. I hope you can forgive me for those things.”
“I have to. I was all those things too.”
“I’m sorry for that. I’d never hurt you, not for the world, Luka.
I want…I want us to be strong and be able to get past obstacles that might break others apart.
I want us to be better than we even think we can be.
I want a relationship with you. I want you to be by my side through all life throws at me.
And…and I want us both to eventually leave this city and have a quiet life.
It’s my next dream. I seem to have gotten the others, like you. ”
“Really? You’d want to leave your company?”
“Yes! I’ve told you that.”
He remembered, but he didn’t think Benson was being sincere. What he’d learned was that Benson was always sincere. “It’s just…maybe that’s why she came after me. Did she know you wanted that?”
“I’ve never been secretive about that. Never.
I hate this rat race. I hate it. I hate being in meetings seven hours a day, and how even evenings out on the town had to double as business.
I hate it all.” He took his hands from Luka and came to kneel next to Luka’s chair, setting one hand on Luka’s thigh.
“I want a Sunday morning reading some trashy romance novel in bed with the love of my life. I want long walks among the trees. I want a dog to bug us to wake up early and feed them. And…if my partner wants it too, I’d love to have a houseful of kids that will never be touched with poverty like we were.
They’ll do chores to get their allowances and give them five dollars for an A on their report cards. ”
“All the things our classmates bragged about that we couldn’t have.”
Benson nodded and laughed a little. “God, didn’t you hate those kids that complained they didn’t get enough allowance?”
“Hated them and maybe even made some really sad voodoo dolls with their names written on them.”
Benson’s chuckle was a rush of relief and joy. “This is why I adore you.”
They kissed and soon the dinner was forgotten as Luka was on the floor with Benson and they were making out heavily, their hands clumsily working to undress the other man.
Luka yanked at Benson’s tie until he was choking the man, which made them both laugh before Benson took off his tie and Luka ripped open his shirt, sending expensive buttons flying. He laughed, as Benson did too, and Benson asked, “You’ve always wanted to do that, haven’t you?”
“I really have!”
They broke up laughing, both lying on their backs on the floor while Luka’s side ached with the laughter. He turned when he could breathe and said, “Bedroom. I hate floor sex, no matter how sexy it sounds, it actually isn’t very comfortable.”
“I love your mind.”
They got up, and as they hurried down the short hall to the lone bedroom in the apartment, their clothes were shed, and once in the bedroom, Benson pushed Luka onto the bed and finished undressing him. “You’re so fucking sexy, no matter where we’re making love.”
“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.”
Luka was deep in his guilt, no matter the joy of making love with Benson, having him there, happy, dreaming of a future for them.
He didn’t think about Benson’s feeling while Benson was away from him.
When it hit him hard, he pulled Benson close and whispered, “I’m sorry that I didn’t think about you and your feelings. ”
“Shhh, baby. It’s okay. We both messed up, but we’re not doing that again. I swear it.”
Luka felt tears stinging his eyes, but he blinked them away quickly, unwilling to let his night with Benson suffer from more regrets. They were together, and he didn’t think Benson would ever let anything change that.
A guarantee. As much as life can give, Benson’s word meant a lot.
When Benson was undressed, Luka drank him in, looking at every bit of him that the bed didn’t cover. Benson stood staring back, like they were both amazed they were there, together.
“Damn, Luka, you got more beautiful. Too damn skinny, but beautiful.”
It was true; he lost fifteen pounds during their time apart. “You lost a few yourself.”
“Yeah. I know. Food didn’t have any flavor without you,” he said as he climbed over Luka and started kissing him again.
Those lips felt so right against his. Their breath mingling, their bodies pressed together, it was all as if it was a home he’d been searching for his whole life.
Luka took over, rolling them until he was on top, and he got the condoms and lube from the drawer by his bed and started rolling on the condom as he stared lustfully into Benson’s eyes.
“If we have that dream you talked about, I want us waking up late on Sunday because we fucked half the night on Saturday.”
“I won’t object to that.”
“Every Saturday, but not just that. Not just Saturday, but as much as we can. I have a huge sexual appetite, and I refuse to starve while my man is so good in bed.”
Benson nodded and said, “I’d never let you starve, baby. I’ll fuck the hell out of you all damn week.”
Luka smiled wickedly. “And speaking of kink…”
“Oh hell…”
Luka filled his palm with lube and stroked it over Benson’s cock, making him jump from the coolness of it before it warmed. “I want us to explore every single fantasy we’ve ever had. All of them.”
Benson’s hand encircled Luka’s wrist to stop him for a moment. “All of them that don’t include other men, right?”
Luka let out a happy sigh. “Oh, definitely. I’d scratch the eyes out of any guy who even tries to fuck you.”
Luka’s wrist was released, and he smiled again. “Good. I’d do much worse than that, and maybe I’d buy a few voodoo dolls of my own.”
A joy rose in him he didn’t think he’d ever feel. Safety. Stability. Two things he had longed for all his life, but never thought he’d have it. He lifted himself over Benson’s thick, beautiful cock, and placed it at his hole, slowly letting himself be impaled with the thing.
Not being used to it all over again, damn that burn was bittersweet. It hurt like hell, but it also meant Benson was back inside him. Benson was in his bed, staring up at him, making him feel like the sexiest man in the world.
He rode Benson slowly at first, letting himself adjust to the huge cock, the feeling of being completely full, completely connected to Benson — something he wanted to savor. Licking his lips, he felt the urge to eat Benson alive, never letting him part from him again.
But that was silly. There were no guarantees, so Luka decided right then and there, with Benson deep in his ass and hands gripping his hips, Luka would take one day at a time, loving Benson as best he could each day and starting all over the next day.
He’d appreciate every single time the man kissed him. He’d languish in the sex and fly with the love. He wanted to have the man inside him, sure, but beginning anew every day was going to have to be good enough. There were no guarantees of more.
Benson was on top again in an instant, and Luka was being kissed as his legs tightened around Benson’s hips.
Benson enjoyed being in charge in the bedroom, and that was fine with him.
His kink, the one he’d never truly explored, was being a submissive to a beautiful, sweet Dom like Benson.
Having his control taken, by someone he would give it to willingly, and letting himself just let down all his defenses.
Luka truly never thought he’d trust anyone to that extent, and there he was, trusting Benson, without even trying.
Benson sped his thrusts, hands threading in Luka’s hair, his jaw popping as he fucked the hell out of Luka.
He groaned, unable to make words, unable to think at all.
He held on for dear life as Benson showed him with his body the intensity of his feelings.
His neck was bitten, his head was pulled back until all thought and noise were gone from him.
He could only roll his eyes, allow the spit to fall from his lips as he was drained of being human and brought backward to some animal with only instinct.
Banging into him, and yet still holding him, kissing, biting him, Luka was the only focus of the man. His body and needs were all Benson saw. The man that he had fallen for so quickly, and yet, the more he knew him, the more Luka loved him.
He came without trying, and his cum spread over both of their stomachs and chests, and Benson didn’t slow a bit. In him, Benson drilled until he came, neck corded with the force of it.
Luka cradled him as he came down and fell off to the side, laughing once he’d regained his breath. “Fuck! Fuck, Luka, damn!”
“Shut up. I feel like I got meat tenderized.”
More laughter, and then Benson moved to his side and kissed him, the sweat on both their faces joining. “I’m suddenly starving. Can we finish eating now?”
“God, yes. I need that damn wine too.”
“Wine! I almost forgot wine!”
They hurried to get up, then realized they were both covered in come and sweat. Luka took Benson’s hand and pulled him to the bathroom. “We smell. Shower, then food and wine.”
“Agreed.”