Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Since Luka had bulldozed his surprise proposal, he had to think of another way to gift him the rings he’d gotten. Giving them to Luka just willy-nilly was not happening. The entire trip was planned to keep Luka smiling the entire time, and so far, it was working.
Remembering that face when he first met him at the cast party, the frown that seemed permanently set on those pretty lips. It broke his heart to see it. Someone with so much beauty, with so much of a glow of life, to be so set in his tunnel vision he couldn’t lose the frown.
Benson had vowed then to make him happy. Benson knew he’d use every dime he’d ever made to do it, but he also knew it was so much more than that. Sure, money was important to people with poverty trauma, but so was time.
He knew he had little time with his mother. He didn’t have time to do things with friends, so set on studying to get out of poverty. He also knew it was the same for Luka. Giving up the daily running of his business was part of it, giving Luka time.
Time to breathe. Time to be together. Time to just…be.
Benson set the box of rings in the top drawer of the dresser, burying it under his socks.
He looked out of the window and saw the snow falling.
He remembered as a child he knew that meant layering clothes, even in the house, to keep from using too much gas.
He remembered the little plant he’d brought home from school dying from it being too cold in the house.
As much as he loved his birth state, the winter months were hard.
He thought of all the little kids doing the same and not seeing the beauty in that snow. He wanted to help, to make sure no one looked at snow again with the sadness he’d felt.
Luka came into the room with only a towel around his waist after his bath and sighed heavily. “That bathtub is almost as good as yours.”
“I’m ready for a long one, but first,” he said, pulling the man over and grabbing both cheeks of his ass as he kissed him long and passionately.
“Wow! That was very nice.”
“Good. I think we’ll have dinner and more sex. How about that?”
“Yes. That would be wonderful. Can we bring the dogs here tomorrow?”
Benson had to call and plan with the hotel, and they were more than happy to accommodate.
“Yes, and Margaret said she can bring them when she goes into the shelter to give one of the other dogs his medicine. She’s bringing a small bag of food, some leashes and whatever they might need, and we can return them before we go and after we get them their own things. ”
“That’s incredible! I can’t wait!”
“So, before dinner, let’s go do a little shopping in town. All those sweet little stores are open today, so I thought we could pick up some things to remember the trip by. Besides the dogs, that is.”
“I’d love it. Okay, go get your bath so we can go.”
Benson did exactly that, getting into the hot water and feeling the heat absorbing into his bones. Luka came into the room, smiling. “I enjoy seeing you naked.”
“Pervert.”
“I am. Okay, so? Now, give me that fluffy washcloth and let me wash your back.”
Benson handed him the washcloth with a grin. “You’re trying to turn me on.”
“Always. But, yeah, I do want to shop and do other things besides fuck, but…it’s fun to do this kind of thing for my beautiful Daddy.”
There it went, his dick instantly hardening. “You’re such a shit.”
Luka’s eyes were fixed on the crown. “Nice dick.”
“I’m going to spank your ass tonight, so hard!”
He smiled at that but didn’t say a thing. That told Benson he enjoyed spankings so much that they weren’t a punishment at all. So, he thought on a different level. Luka was much kinkier than Benson had previously known, so he had to up his game some.
“I think tonight my baby is going to suffer even more than that.”
“Daddy’s going to give it to me good?”
The little shit actually thought he was manipulating Benson, who’d been up against the best manipulators. He smiled inwardly and let Luka wash his body, trying his best to arouse Benson. He did it, of course, but Benson was able to keep himself calm as his thoughts swirled around in his mind.
After he got out of the tub, Luka dried him and just as he was about to go to his knees and pleasure Benson, again, to get his way, the phone rang.
“I’d bet that is our dinner companions.”
“I forgot all about that.”
“I didn’t.”
Luka giggled a little, once again shocking Benson. He’d gone from cranky as an old man in shoes that were too small to a giggling man that was floating on air.
“Okay, so after…I’m getting my punishment?”
“You are. I promise.”
They shopped in the little stores that looked as though they’d been there since the days of the Old West. They found things for their new home, for each other, and for friends.
They picked out a big, chunky turquoise bracelet for Monty, for Christmas and as thanks for all he’d done to bring them together.
At the Dine-O-Mite Diner, a strange but fun name for a place, they went to a big table that Pappy waved him to. There were other men there: a man with long black hair, one with red hair who was big and bulking with muscle, and a slim, handsome man near where Pappy was sitting.
“Benson Carter, Luka Balic, this is Lonnie and Travis Walton, and Rebel Colton. They’re some of the gay men you’ve heard of,” he said, laughing.
After hands were shaken and they took their seats, Lonnie said to them, “Pappy says you’re thinking of moving here?”
“We are moving here,” Luka said. “We just adopted two dogs too.”
“That’s great,” Lonnie said, smiling sweetly.
“I know there are about five houses that have been waiting for great owners,” Travis said.
“We’ve taken the one on Spring Drive.”
Rebel nodded and said, “I love that house. It’s not far from us, actually.”
“Good neighbors! I’m already happy with our choice.”
“Do you have kids, or will you?” Rebel asked.
Benson knew what he wanted, but he’d never really discussed it with Luka. After all, it was up to him. Benson wanted him to be happy. That’s why he was overjoyed when Luka excitedly said, “Yes, we want a bunch. I want at least three.”
Benson would have said seven.
“Wow, that’s amazing. Well, we have a daughter, and Lonnie and Travis have two sons. Another friend of ours has a son too.”
“The three of us have no kids, but we don’t live here all year anymore,” Pappy sighed. “We have our hands full with Binxie.”
The dinner was delicious, and the conversation made them both happy they’d chosen the Apishipa Creek home instead of the Twin Pines home. They were both falling more in love with the town by the minute.
At the hotel, they barely got in the door, and Benson snatched him up, kissing him roughly before he said in a gruff voice, “Get your clothes off.”
“Daddy!”
“Do it. Now.”
Luka jumped to it, and started stripping instantly, and Benson saw his hard dick bouncing out of his boxers lewdly, and he knew for sure he was right. Luka expected his backside to be red soon, but that wasn’t happening.
He rushed to clumsily undress, grabbed the back of the sofa twice to steady himself or he could have bit it. Once he was nude, he stood straight and asked, “Should I bend over the couch?”
“Yes, but not this end. Kneel on the cushions and drape over the back of the couch. You should probably get comfortable.”
Luka’s brows drew for half a second, but he did as he was told.
As he got into the position Benson wanted, Benson went to the mini-fridge and pulled himself out a bottle of water, taking it to the big overstuffed chair.
After he moved it so it was close to the couch and facing it, he sat, opening the bottle of water, taking a sip and smiling.
He had a great view. Luka had the prettiest ass Benson remembered ever seeing. Luka didn’t move for a while, then he started flexing that peach, and he cast glances back at Benson a few times.
“Daddy?”
“Hush. I’m punishing you.”
His body tensed, and he didn’t move for about three seconds, then he turned all the way around, sat on the couch and cocked his head. “Excuse me?”
“Why did you move? Now your punishment is longer. Get back into place.”
“When are you gonna…you know, spank me?”
“Nope. You like it too much. Bad boys don’t get what they want. They get what they need, and you need a time out, and me? I want to look at you taking your punishment. If you’re good, then you’ll get a spanking.”
He turned red and a shy smile bloomed on his pretty lips. “Oh god, you…you’re so mean, but you’re right, I guess.”
“I know I am. So, get back into place and let me enjoy myself.”
Luka got off the couch quickly, bending to kiss Benson. “I’m being selfish.”
“No, you’re not. I can read you a little better than you think I can, and truly, off that stage, you’re a terrible actor.”
Luka broke into giggles, and Benson pulled him onto his lap, laughing with him. “God, it’s so true! I cannot act to save my life off the stage!”
“Really awful. But I do love you, and I love your kinks. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun exploring them.”
“You’re kinky too.”
“Oh, you’re bringing it out in me, believe me. Now, get up there. I’m having a great time just staring at that ass.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Luka got into place and, to his credit, didn’t move a bit for the ten minutes he was left there. Benson loved it, watching his ass, and the way Luka’s legs were spread a little, he could see his dick and balls from his vantage point.
Long, straight back, thin legs, thinly covered in blond hair, long, narrow feet. Memorizing the man’s body like he’d do daily, he hoped.
It was a whirlwind, their courtship. It was wrought with roadblocks, but they’d somehow come through them all.
Benson felt like letting his emotions out in tears, but once the ten minutes were over, he stood, set the water bottle on the chair after replacing the cap, and moved to the side of Luka, kneeling on the couch.