18. Trey
18
Trey
B en is uncomfortable, but I can’t tell why, exactly.
Well, maybe uncomfortable isn’t exactly the right word. Is he nervous? Shy?
We’ve done quite a lot over the last week, but it seemed like he was right there with me every step of the way. The uncomfortable squirmy thing he’s doing seems pretty unlike him.
The dinner looks great, though. Chicken Alfredo made with rotini noodles and fresh steamed vegetables. It tastes great, too, and if there weren’t something happening here that I don’t understand, I would be all over this meal. The unknown element is making me nervous. As it is, I study Ben closely as he sits down to eat.
“The food looks amazing,” I say because it does, but also, praise often loosens Ben’s lips. “You did a fantastic job.”
Ben blushes. “Thank you,” he says, shifting in his chair, then stilling suddenly to sit perfectly straight. Something about the way he is moving is odd, and the blush isn’t fading. It seems to be getting more intense.
“I hoped you would like it. I like using rotini instead of fettuccine,” Ben adds, a little hitch in his breath as he shifts again. “It’s much less messy to eat. I tried a new sauce recipe with cauliflower. It’s supposed to taste great and be better for you.” His voice suddenly lifts when he gestures at the end of the sentence, and he clamps his lips together. I smile when I guess what’s going on.
“Ben, are you wearing a plug?” I ask.
Ben’s mouth drops open, and his face gets even redder. “I— I’ve been thinking about it, and I got one, and I was trying it, but then it was time to start cooking, so—“ He covers his face with his hands.
I push back from the table and go to him. He turns toward me as I approach but doesn’t look up at me. I drop to my knees in front of him and kiss him thoroughly. “What did you get?”
Ben makes a pitiful sound in his throat, and I tighten my arms around him. He explains as I stroke his back, including how he had wanted to figure things out so he would feel more confident when he asked me.
“We can talk about anything,” I say, keeping my tone light. I don’t want him to feel scolded. “It’s okay not to know, and talking everything out is the right thing to do anyway.”
“I know. I actually meant to try to bring it up tonight, but then…” He gestures with one hand and gives a self-deprecating laugh.
I chuckle with him, then kiss him. “The meal looks amazing, and what I’ve tasted so far is even better. Let’s eat, and then we can go to your room. Do you need to go deal with that first?” I ask. He thinks and shakes his head, and I smile and kiss him. “So good,” I murmur into his ear. I kiss his neck and get to my feet. He makes a small sound in the back of his throat and watches me closely as I go back to my chair. I grin as I pick up my fork, thrilled with his excitement and initiative. It’s important to me that Ben wants everything we do, and he doesn’t just go along to please me. He enjoys making me happy so much, and I want to be sure that I don’t take advantage of that.
“Patience will be rewarded,” I say as I take another bite.
Even with the pretense of teasing Ben, I finish my food very quickly. He does, too, and I quickly help him clean the kitchen, watching how he moves. He seems to find the plug at least comfortable, if not pleasurable, and the more I think about it, the more excited I am to get him to bed.
When the dishwasher is running, I take his hand and reel him in to kiss. “What do you think of it?”
Ben turns pensive, then nods. “Good. Trey, I wanted to bring it to you in some kind of sexy way and– and–” He huffs, obviously frustrated.
“Were you hoping to seduce me into having to have you?” I ask, putting my arms around him.
“Yes,” Ben says, a touch petulant.
I hum. “You know… I’m still right here.”
Ben looks at me. “Yes…?”
I grin and palm his ass, gratified by how he sucks in his breath. “It’s not too late,” I say.
Ben blinks and lets a smile spread across his face. “Trey…” he murmurs. “Please, I want to try something with you. I’ve been thinking about being completely naked in bed with you for days, and I want you to fuck me. I did all the research, and I bought the things we need.” He ends with a slightly plaintive, begging tone.
I blink at the bluntness, and then I’m swamped by a wave of heat. The idea of him researching, planning, thinking about how it would feel when I– “God, Ben, baby…” I hiss, kneading his ass through his pants. He is wearing a pair of jogging pants, which should have tipped me off in the first place. The man lives in jeans; when he wasn’t wearing jeans today, I should have known there was something afoot.
Then I realize he isn’t wearing underwear.
I groan and kiss him. “God, you don’t know what kind of a prize you are, do you?” I am tempted to pick him up, pull his legs around my waist, and fuck him into the wall, but that would be over too fast, and he’s told me what he wants. I don’t want anything as much as I want to give him his fantasy.
“No,” Ben says. “I’m not a prize.” He kissed me, running his hands under my shirt. “But I want you so bad I can’t stand it.”
I groan again and drag him, laughing, to his bedroom.
I want to strip him naked immediately, if not sooner. I want to leave a trail of clothes from the kitchen to his room. I want to throw him on the bed and ravish him.
I don’t do any of those things.
This is Ben’s first time. No matter what he had done to himself with the plug, it wouldn’t be enough to simply take him without more attention, and if I’m doing it I’m going to do it well.
When we get to his room, I close the door and crowd him toward the bed, smiling when I realize the lube and condoms are spread out on the bench that sits at the foot of it. I can picture him bringing the bag upstairs, unpacking it onto the bench, and looking at each item carefully. He absolutely read every scrap of paper that came in the plug box and all the small print on the lube bottle, I was sure.
I hum. “Do you like wearing it?” I ask, my hands running under his shirt again. I pull it over his head while trailing my fingertips along his skin.
Gooseflesh breaks out over his torso in the wake of my hands, and he nods eagerly. “Yes,” he breathes. “I wanted to like it. I want you, Trey. Please? What do I have to do?”
I strip my shirt over my head, too, and bring him close, biting lightly along one shoulder. “Just relax, baby. Be good, and let me get you ready for me.”
Ben shivers in my arms when I say "good” and moans when I nip harder at his shoulder. “Trey, god…” he murmurs. I can feel his hard-on, and mine is already pressing into his belly through my pants. I chose the grey sweatpants on purpose, and I can’t resist rubbing against him as I suck and nibble a mark on his neck.
I pull his pants down and push him backward down onto the bed, hovering over him. I stroke his dick once, then swat his hip gently. “Turn over, baby, give me that ass.”
“Christ,” Ben breathes, and I see a dribble of pre-come before he turns over, pulling the pillow under his head and crossing his arms on it. He is flushed, kneading the pillow, and he pushes his ass out toward me when I lay my hands on him.
“Have you played with your ass before, Ben?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “Ah… All new to you then, huh? Don’t worry, baby…”
The truth of the matter is that I am literally a pro at this, a thought that makes me want to chuckle in a cynical way. Ben benefitting from my knowledge is a good thing, though, and after a bit more stroking and squeezing — because he has one of the nicest asses I’ve seen in my life – I pull the plug lightly, push it, and then pull again until it slips free. He gasps, holding the pillow harder, and I lean in to kiss along the crease of his ass.
“What a sexy ass,” I murmur against his skin. I ghost my fingers along the back of his balls, his taint, and then over his hole. He flinches, then pushes back, asking for more.
“The lube is—” Ben says, but I’m already reaching for it. I take a little and dribble it over his hole to tease him for a moment, then push one finger into him. He gasps, squirming, then arches his back when I thrust slowly, pushing his ass up for me even more.
“So needy,” I murmur in a tone that tells him how much I love it. He takes the one finger beautifully, but of course, the plug I had just taken out of him was around the same size. After a few pulses, I pull it out and add another one. That makes his breath catch. He tenses a little, but it’s a matter of seconds before he is rocking with me as I finger him. The third finger takes a little more lube and a little more time, but every time I ask him, he begs for more. When I am absolutely sure that he’s as ready as I can make him, I ask him, “Which way have you been imagining this? Do you want to be on your back or front?"
“I want to watch you,” Ben says immediately, and I know I was right about him imagining it. “I want to be on my back with you on top of me, and I want to see you.” His reactions and his response to my questions leave me no doubt that he knows exactly what he wants.
I move and help him roll over and stick a pillow under his hips so that the angle is easier. His dick slaps against his stomach as he moves, and I can’t resist bending down to kiss the head. I can feel it surge the second I get my mouth on it, and I pull back as he gasps, “No!”
“I don’t want to come yet,” he continues, “Having your fingers inside me felt so good that if you touch my dick, I’ll come.”
I smile in relief. I was afraid I had hurt or scared him somehow. I quickly roll on a condom and slick myself up. Ben stares with wide eyes as I line myself up and sink slowly into his heat. He tenses a little but relaxes almost immediately, and soon, I’m all the way inside him. My eyes close involuntarily at how good it feels, but I open them immediately. He wants to see me, and I don’t want to miss any of this. His mouth begins to form my name, but I withdraw and advance minutely and steal away everything but ragged panting.
I move slowly, wanting his first time to be amazing. I gently close my hand around his dick and pump slowly there, too. This reminds me of the few times I’ve built a fire; I am fanning Ben’s sparks until he bursts into flame.
“Trey, fuck! ” Ben finally gasps. “Please, more. ”
And there is the flame. I let go of his dick, pull out almost entirely, and snap my hips forward. Ben shouts wordlessly, spine bowing and a dribble of fluid coating his belly.
Once there are flames, you only need to keep fanning them to create an inferno.
Ben’s flame burns brighter and brighter, right alongside my own. I haven’t been with anyone in years, but I know it’s never been anything like this. His tight, hot body, his velvet-over-steel dick in my hand, and his sounds – God, his sounds – are incredible. I am teetering on the precipice while he is still climbing, and then I adjust just right and– “Trey!! Fuck! Wh–”
A surge of delight fills me, and I realize dimly that I just hit his prostate just right. He erupts over my hand a second later with a harsh gasp accompanying each pulse.
That’s all I need, and I come too, long and hard. When I am finished, I put my arms around him and hold him, shaking and breathing hard.
Ben looks wrecked. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, and chest heaving. He winces when I pull out, and I brush a kiss on his lips before I hurry off to dispose of the condom. I bring back a damp, warm washcloth. I don’t want to shower; I just want to hold him. When I wipe his belly clean, he curls sweetly into me, and I hold him tightly, kissing his temple and then his lips when he turns his face up to mine.
“Well,” he says, finally. “I think we need to do that a lot.”
“Yes, we do,” I tell him. “That was so good.” I know it’s his favorite word. I love using it just to get his reaction. He shivers in pleasure against me, but he doesn’t say anything else, and I’m glad. I’m shaken by what just happened between us. I thought that with my vast experience, I had every kind of sex one could possibly have. I didn’t know that when you accidentally fell in love, it was a whole different experience. I lay awake a long time, holding Ben and feeling more vulnerable and scared than I’ve felt since I was a young kid, all alone for the first time.