Chapter Seventeen #2
"I'm coming, baby. Fuck, I'm…" His words cut off with a moan and he buries his cock as deep as he can.
I swear I can feel him pulsing into the condom as his orgasm hits.
After a few seconds, his full weight lands on my chest. We're both totally spent.
I muster up enough energy for just one sentence.
"We're doing that again."
"Towel me, please." Bennett sticks his hand out from around the shower curtain and wiggles his fingers.
I turn around and grab his towel, a dark blue one, and hand it over.
Mine is hanging next to his, a shade of green that reminds me of the forest. I go back to brushing my teeth.
There's a few small noises behind the curtain and then Bennett pushes it to the side.
I glance over, eyes widening when I realize that he isn't covered at all.
He's currently using the towel to dry his hair, leaving the lower half of his body completely exposed.
Not that I'm complaining.
I rinse out my mouth while Bennett steps out of the shower and starts drying the rest of his body off.
"Do you have a shirt I can borrow?" Bennett asks as he runs the towel down one leg. I watch him, getting lost in thoughts of him bent over like that. I swear, since that first shared hand job, I haven't been able to satiate my own sex drive. "Nelson? Hello?"
I shake my head, letting the vision of Bennett fade from my mind. Of course, the real naked Bennett is still standing in front of me. He is wiping the towel down his chest now. "Sorry, what?"
Bennett's smile is knowing and he drops the towel and takes a step toward me. "I thought you were a one and done for the day kind of guy, Mister Hargraves."
"I thought I was too," I admit. I hold my arms out and pull him in until he's flush against my own body. I'm only wearing a pair of briefs. "You must be magic or something, though. I can't stop thinking about you."
"And how do you think about me?"
"Do I need to take you back to the bed and show you again?" I kiss his nose and he lets out the cutest giggle. It catches both of us off guard and I laugh while his cheeks turn a bright red. I tap my finger against his nose and smile. "I want more of that."
"You have an open house to get to," Bennett says. I know he's changing the subject, but it is true. There's a house that looks promising that I'm touring today. I know I've been avoiding putting in offers this summer, but now that it's August, I need to get serious about looking.
I leave Bennett to brush his teeth and move to the closet in the bedroom. I grab two shirts, laying one out on the bed for Bennett. I'm buckling my belt when he walks into the bedroom, still barely dressed. He moves to the duffel bag at the foot of the bed and picks it up.
"Don't read too much into this," I say. "But I can clear out one of these drawers so you don't have to keep all your clothes in a bag."
Bennett nods, but I catch the smile on his face before he turns around to get dressed.
We're in my truck ten minutes later, heading toward the main road.
I keep a look out for Clark or my brother as we drive past the house.
I don't see Clark's car in the drive so he's probably out with friends.
I'm not sure what Charlie and Joyce have going on today.
"Are you excited to see this house?" Bennett asks when we're halfway to the place. "I saw the pictures of it. The backyard looks nice."
"Snooping over my shoulder again?" I ask, glancing over at him. Bennett just shrugs. "I like it. It's similar to where I'm at now, so I think that'll be a plus."
Bennett switches between the radio stations with each song.
I've had this truck for two years and not once has the station been changed.
It's cute because despite the three different stations he changes between, he sings along with every song that comes on.
His voice is definitely meant for teaching, not singing, but I enjoy it anyway.
The house is on the other side of the city, still on the outskirts so there isn't much traffic going by and the houses are spaced a bit further apart.
There are a few cars parked along the road and balloons signaling the open house.
We get out of the truck and walk across the street together.
The realtor I've been working with greets me with a handshake.
"This is Bennett," I say, introducing the two of them.
"His boyfriend," Bennett adds as he shakes the realtor's hand. I turn to him, wide eyed and shocked that he says it so casually. He nudges me with his elbow, but continues to talk. "I finally convinced Nelson to let me join him on one of these trips."
"Well, if you have any questions just come find me, okay?" She looks back at me and smiles. "This house has been popular today, so an offer will need to be made quickly if you're interested."
I thank her and place my hand on Bennett's lower back to guide him into the house. "Why did you say that?" I whisper when we're in a room alone.
"Because boyfriend gives off a better vibe than friend tagging along.
Shows you're more serious." Bennett steps away from me, looking out the windows of the main living area.
The furniture here is minimal and some things are definitely staged, but the structure and layout are solid.
We walk through the house together, both of us making notes on our phones.
I don't know why I'm surprised at Bennett's knowledge of house buying.
He makes small comments here and there, things that could hold up an inspection during the buying process or mentions of something that should be added into a contract before buying.
"Hey, did you see this?" I ask as we pass down the hallway upstairs. Bennett turns back to me and raises his eyebrows. "It's not a laundry room by the bathroom, but a shoot that I'm assuming goes to the laundry room downstairs. You can still just strip and throw them to the washing machine."
"Well, that settles it." Bennett wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. "If you don't put an offer in on this house, I will."
It's a half hour later when we come back down the stairs and greet the realtor once more.
There are a couple other people in the house, some we've said hello to and others that have come in since we arrived.
I promise to be in touch within the next day or two.
Bennett takes my hand in his as we cross the street to the truck and doesn't drop it until I've opened the door for him.
I see the realtor watching us from the front door with a smile and give her a quick wave before getting in behind the wheel.
"I like the house," Bennett says. "Are you going to put an offer in? The realtor seems to like you, too."
"I think she liked us," I say. I feel a bit uneasy at the ease in which he pretended we were dating. "She's never smiled at me before. Not like that."
"Is that a bad thing?" Bennett asks. I turn to look at him and see his smile fade. "What's wrong?"
"I don't like that we just tricked her." I'm honest with him. He reaches across and rests his hand over mine.
"It doesn't have to be a trick," Bennett says. I look from our hands to his face. "I like you, Nelson. I thought I've made that pretty clear the last couple of days."
"But we said—"
"And we broke that four weeks in," he interrupts. He's smiling and his voice is soft so I know he isn't upset. "I know we still have two weeks of classes left, but Nelson, would you like to go out with me?"