Chapter 26
Tristan
The day flew by and had been a lot of fun. If it wasn’t for needing to get back to Ben’s to carry on with the new project, I would have done it all over again tomorrow. With one exception: Ben would have been with us.
The twins and I started the day by watching a Christmas film, the three of us in our pajamas, cuddled up under a blanket, and eating chocolate cake for breakfast. After, Holly and I baked Christmas cookies while Ivy moaned about how much she hated cooking, only to argue with Holly about who got to decorate the cookies.
Cue me making another batch so Ivy could decorate her own.
With cookies baked and decorated, we walked to the park where the girls spent an hour with their friends. I sat on the bench, watching them from a distance—apparently, it was uncool for their big brother to be too close to them—with Ben on my mind.
I wondered what he was doing. If he was missing me as much as I was missing him. What it would have been like if he was here right then. Although that last thought was pointless, it was going to be a long time before we could be seen as a couple.
But that got me thinking. We could still go out and have fun; it wasn’t like we couldn’t be seen together. He once said he couldn’t ever remember a time when he had fun, and as I sat on the bench, freezing my ass off, I came up with a plan.
I just had to convince him to go along with it.
When the girls and I returned home, we watched another Christmas film, and when Dad got home from work, the girls insisted we play Monopoly. Knowing the arguments that would ensue between Holly and Ivy over who the better player was, Dad and I cracked open a few beers while we played.
It’d been a while since the four of us had played a game, and when Mom came in, exhausted from her day on the ICU ward, we started the game all over again so she could join in.
When 9 pm hit, and the girls were getting sleepy, Mom insisted they went to bed, and an hour after, once I’d finished another beer with Dad, I went up to my room, ready to pass out. Stripping down to my boxers, I lay on the bed with my phone in my hand and tapped out a text to Ben.
Me:
Hey, man. How was your day?
The tick quickly turned blue, indicating that he’d read my message, but he didn’t reply for a few minutes. Worry swirled in my stomach, and just as I was about to send a follow-up message, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from him.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked.
“Hey, Bug,” he replied, a slight slur to his voice. “How was your day?”
“It was good,” I said, keeping my voice low so no one in the house could hear me. “Have you been drinking?”
“I’ve had a couple of whiskeys, that’s all.”
A frown creased my brow. I’d only known him to drink beer, and a while ago, he made a comment about drinking himself into a coma. Trying to keep the worry out of my voice, I replied. “Cool, how come?”
He inhaled a deep breath. “Dutch courage.”
My frown deepened. “Dutch courage? For what?”
A tense pause followed before he spoke. “To tell you that I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, holy fucking shit.
I bolted upright, the phone gripped in my hand. “You…um. You needed Dutch courage to ask me that?”
He chuckled, his deep tone traveling straight to my balls. “Yeah, Bug. Not everyone is as confident as you in the bedroom. Besides, I wasn’t sure I could deal with the rejection.”
“Trust me, baby. There’s no way I would have rejected you,” I replied, my cock pulsing at the thought of burying into his tight ass. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yeah,” he replied without hesitation. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but since you said you’d never fucked a guy before, it’s all I can think about.” Ben cleared his throat, the noise audible down the line. “Fuck, I wish you were here now.”
I squeezed my cock through my boxers. “I wish I was there too,” I gritted out, needing more than just my hand wrapped around me.
“You could come over. It’s not that late.”
The desire in his voice was unmistakable, and fuck, did I want to get my ass over to his place and spend the night with him.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t fuck him when he’d been drinking.
That was how I’d ended up losing my virginity, and I’d regretted it.
No way did I want Ben to regret anything we did.
“I can’t. I’ve had a few beers, so I can’t drive. Besides, the girls have had me on the go all day, I’m likely to fall asleep the second I get there.”
A disapproving sound echoed down the line, somewhere between a grunt and a snarl. “I’m not sure I like sharing you with your sisters.”
“I don’t have to look after them tomorrow night. You can have me all to yourself,” I replied, grinning maniacally at the hint of jealousy in his voice.
This time, the growl he released was as clear as day. “Fuck, Bug. I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to, baby. And don’t be finding some other dude to fuck you in the meantime, that ass is mine.”
Another pause, and when Ben spoke again, his tone was nothing but serious. “Tristan,” he started, instantly spiking my attention by using my first name. “I…I don’t want anyone else,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “You’re the only one I want.”
“You’re the only one I want too,” I replied softly, hoping I wouldn’t scare him off. His heavy breaths filtered through the phone, and I wondered if his heart was racing as much as mine was. When a solid minute passed, and neither of us spoke, I cleared my voice. “You still there, baby?”
“Yeah, Bug. I’m still here.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of unspoken promises. “Tomorrow night.”
He hung up before I could say another word, and when my heart slowed down to its normal pace, I got under my covers and switched the light off. But I knew I wouldn’t sleep.
Not when I was too damn excited about what was going to happen.