Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
She hid in the bathroom for the final half-hour of the film.
Fun, yeah, but not conducive to calling his boyfriends. Joshua was easy enough to explain away, but Van was still a secret. A secret Benji hated keeping, but it wouldn’t be forever.
Receiving periodic texts from his boyfriends throughout the day helped.
Joshua’s long description of his conversation with Van about pleasing himself, instead of constantly trying to please his family, nearly brought Benji to tears.
For years, he’d had a subconscious sense that Joshua had been holding himself back somehow, and Van had helped Joshua put the entire thing into sharp perspective.
He’s exactly who we were waiting for.
He also used the rainy day to tell his band mates the truth of his suspected sexuality.
Bobby had no idea what asexual meant, so Benji had explained to the best of his ability.
The concept of not feeling sexual attraction, despite enjoying the release of sex itself, seemed to go right over Bobby’s head, but oh well.
Overall, everyone was accepting, and that was the most important thing.
Monday began with a six-hour drive to a new city and new venue for the next three nights.
The place seemed a bit lower scale, and definitely lower paying than usual, but Benji was too glad to be on the road to complain to Eddie about it.
On Tuesday afternoon, he finally negotiated with Danielle for private motel room time.
She agreed to keep Bobby and Andy busy for two hours, minimum.
He ignored a minor pang of guilt over not telling her the full truth about his poly relationship. It would all come out in a few weeks anyway—as long as Van agreed to come to the anniversary party. So far, he hadn’t committed.
On their way out of the room, Bobby loosed a snarky comment about them vacating so Benji could not have phone sex with his boyfriend.
Benji ignored it, even though it rankled to let Bobby get away with a dig at his sexuality.
While Bobby wasn’t exactly being hostile, he was definitely toeing the line, and Benji had no explanation for it.
He sang, he did his job, and he did it all to the best of his ability always.
If Bobby ought to be hostile at anyone, it should be the big, muscle-bound drummer banging his little sister.
Not that it was any of his business.
As soon as the door was bolted shut, Benji hit Joshua’s number. He picked up fast. In seconds, Benji’s screen filled with Joshua and Van’s smiling faces. Exactly the same, and yet somehow different. Benji blamed it on the physical distance between them and nothing else.
“Finally,” Benji said. “I’ve missed seeing you guys.”
“Ditto, babe.” Joshua blew a kiss at him. “What’s wrong? You look stressed.”
“I don’t know. Bobby’s been acting weird since we got on the road again. I’m probably being too sensitive or something.” He settled on the bed with his back against the headboard. “What have you guys been up to?”
Joshua glanced over his shoulder at Van, who had a wicked look in his eyes. “Let me get the tablet set up. One sec.”
The view got blurry, then tilted. It settled on a view of Van’s bed.
Seconds later, Joshua and Van climbed onto the bed together, both of them totally naked and hard.
Eager. Despite Benji repeating that he was totally okay with them fucking while he was on the road, Joshua and Van had mutually decided they wouldn’t.
They said it didn’t feel right when Benji wasn’t participating in some way.
So, they limited their intimacy to blow and hand jobs, and they always let him know when one or the other happened.
Nothing quite beat getting a text that said blew Van in the kitchen after breakfast or got a reach-around from Van while doing dishes in the middle of eating lunch with the band.
“I will never get tired of seeing you two like this,” Benji said of the two gorgeous men naked in bed together.
“You have too many clothes on,” Van said.
He laughed, and put his phone down so he could strip down to his boxers.
His own dick was starting to perk up. Even though they were hundreds of miles apart, his boyfriends were still somehow in the room with him.
And he was there with them. Benji picked his phone up and showed off his nearly naked form. “Better?”
“Much.” Van stroked Joshua’s back, and Joshua did something weird—he blushed. “So Josh and I have been fooling around a bit, waiting for your call.”
“Oh yeah? Details.”
“How about we show you?” He nipped Joshua’s shoulder. “Go ahead, baby.”
Still red-cheeked, Joshua rose onto his hands and knees, then turned around so his ass faced the tablet’s camera.
Benji blinked hard. He pulled his phone closer to his face, but he wasn’t imagining it.
The crescent-shaped base of a pink plug filled Joshua’s crease, the skin around it shiny with lube.
“Holy shit,” Benji said. He and Joshua had never played with toys before, and the sight of Joshua wearing a butt plug was a rush that sent his dick from interested to fully erect fast enough to make him a little dizzy.
“Oooh,” Van said, “I think he likes it.
“He likes it,” said Benji. “Joshua?”
“It feels good.” Joshua turned back around to face him, so uncharacteristically shy that Benji wanted to reach through and hug him. “He took his damned time putting it in, though.”
Van kissed the side of his neck. “The sounds you make are addictive. And maybe next time, Benji wants to hear them, too?”
“Hell yeah, he wants that,” Benji said.
Joshua made a very sexy growly sound. “He still needs to take the damned thing out if he plans on fucking me.”
“This is true.” Van tapped Joshua’s ass, presumably the base of the plug, and Joshua yelped. “He’s had it in for about twenty minutes. I wanted him ready for your call.”
“I didn’t realize you had such a dirty side, Josh,” Benji said. “Butt plugs?”
“Didn’t realize it either.” Joshua rocked his hips. “Feels good.”
Curious about this kinkier side of the pair, Benji asked Van, “Have you ever worn a plug?”
“Small ones, a few times,” Van replied. “During my wilder days in New Orleans. It’s been a long time, though, since I’ve trusted anyone enough.” He seemed to guess Benji’s next question before he could ask. “Maybe one day I’ll ask you guys to help me out with that.”
Warmth spread through Benji’s chest, a familiar sensation he cherished every time, because it was born out of love and affection. And trust. “No rush. We have all the time in the world.”
“Well, not quite.”
Benji laughed. “Okay, not all the time today, but hypothetically, the future is open to us. We’re all mostly young.”
Van faked a groan. “Stop reminding me I’m six years older than you. It makes me feel ancient.”
“Just wait until you’re thirty.” Joshua poked Van in the ribs. “Besides, as healthy as you eat, I expect you to live until you’re at least one hundred.”
Something sad briefly flared in Van’s eyes.
Joshua didn’t seem to notice it, but Benji did.
No amount of diet and exercise could prevent the slow progression of something like hypertension into a deeper problem down the road.
Right now, though, they were all healthy and together, and that’s all that mattered.
“I’m going to be a hundred years old before you two start doing anything,” Benji grumped.
“And what would you like us to do?” Van asked innocently. “Kiss? May I use tongue?”
“Asshole.” He grinned at the game Van was playing. “Yes, please, kiss him and use tongue. Then I want Joshua to suck you.”
They didn’t have to be told twice. Benji settled in for the aggressive, wet way they kissed each other down to the mattress.
Wrestling and rolling, hands stroking each other all over.
Joshua eventually won—or Van gave up, either option was valid—and Van ended up flat on his back, head closest to the tablet, with Joshua straddling his knees.
Benji’s insides buzzed with arousal; he shoved his hand into his boxers to stroke his cock in time with Joshua going down on Van.
He sucked with long, slow pulls that Benji mimicked with his hand.
Benji knew how Joshua’s mouth felt on his cock.
Van’s moans and sighs of pleasure amped up the sensations rolling through Benji’s entire body.
“Sixty-nine,” Benji said. “Joshua, turn around.”
They did, and the sight of Joshua kneeling over Van’s head, that pink plug base winking at Benji from Joshua’s crease, sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
He pumped his hips, fucking his own fist, because that was fucking hot.
It was like watching Choose Your Own Adventure porn.
They fumbled a bit to get a good rhythm going.
Then Van tapped the plug base, and Joshua’s entire body jolted.
“Again,” Benji said.
Van tapped a second time, and then applied constant pressure, angling it.
Joshua shouted something, his back arching, thrusting hard into Van’s throat.
He froze in place, Van swallowing his load.
Benji squeezed the base of his own dick, staving off a fast-approaching orgasm, because yeah, that was fucking intense.
Van helped Joshua ease onto his side, then sat up and wiped his mouth.
“Didn’t mean to come so soon,” Joshua said, voice slurred. “Christ, that felt good.”
“If you liked feeling a plug against your prostate,” Van said, “wait until I get a vibrating massager up your ass.”
Joshua’s eager whine matched Benji’s. Holy fuck, watching Van take Joshua apart was becoming his favorite thing in the world. The sound pulled Van’s attention back to Benji, and Van said, “Goddamn, I want to kiss you so much right now.”
Benji grinned; he wanted that too. “Show me.”
Van took that need out on Joshua’s mouth, pinching his nipples and tongue-fucking him until Joshua’s dick started to swell again. He clung to Van, rutting against his thigh, making out in an intense, if unhurried, way.