Chapter Fourteen
Benjamin
Soma’s house is nice. Not in the way the Archer house is, but in the way all white picket fence houses in the movies look.
It’s comforting, even if I’ve never been in one before now.
His bedroom is simple—one full bed in the corner, a dresser with a TV on top of it, and a shoe rack.
There’s a closet as well, the doors conveniently made into mirrors.
His mom is very nice, if not a bit too lenient with her son. She doesn’t seem to be concerned with me being over all the time, staying the night.
We haven’t exactly told her we’re dating, but it’s pretty obvious in how we act, I’d think. The IHOP waitress gave us a couple’s discount last week and I don’t think we even touched while in the building.
But Soma’s mom doesn’t seem concerned with my presence at all and is gone most of the day for work.
So, we spend most of our time there. I feel bad bringing him to the Archer house too much.
I think it’s hard for Aaron, who has been a little strange lately.
And Felix is either with Aaron or Kayla, so it’d just be us most of the time anyway.
Soma pulls up to the house and sends me a text. We don’t have big plans today, so I don’t bring much. On the way out, I run into Aaron.
“Hey.” I greet him, opening a verbal pathway for him.
“Hey.” His stare is blank, empty. Like he feels nothing. Like he’s not even here. I hate it when he looks at me like that.
“What’re you doing today?” I’m pushing, but we never talk and I thought that after his graduation we would go back to being cordial with each other. Aaron shrugs.
“Not much.” Cue awkward silence. He’s holding an apple in one hand and a water bottle in the other—my mind jumping back in time to two memories, one night. It feels like so long ago now, yet I remember it so vividly that I can almost feel his touch, hear his voice in my ear.
I look up from his hands and he’s still staring at me like I’m a wall, or a pillow.
“Right. Okay. Bye, then.” I try to slide around him to the door he’s blocking. The space in the hallway isn’t large and Aaron’s kind of a huge guy. He doesn’t lean away to make more space, forcing my chest to touch him as I slide past.
“Bye, then.” He mumbles, walking away once I reach the door. God, he’s being so weird. My skin is vibrating from where we touched.
Soma smiles sweetly when I get in the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss my forehead quickly.
“Sup, Ravi. How’s your day?” He pulls away from the curb and starts the fifteen-minute drive to his house.
He drives thirty minutes round trip because he doesn’t want me to take the bus.
Soma’s blue eyes are focused on the road but his hand snakes over to my side of the car to rest on my thigh.
I let him tuck himself in between the two of them, admiring his tanned skin, broad shoulders, straight brown hair.
It’s grown out a bit now that the swimming season is over.
I can almost put it into a baby ponytail on the top of his head.
Soma loves to do things like this—picking me up and dropping me off.
Or taking me to get food even if we have food at home.
Getting my water, rubbing my back. And he’s always touching me.
He looks at me like I gave him the sun. He says I did.
He makes me feel safe. I can’t remember the last time my head was too loud, and my wrist almost never bears a mark. I owe a lot to him—my sweet boy.
Soma walks us into his house and back to his room. He shuts the door, even if his mom’s not home. I don’t ask why, and he’ll do it even if we're not doing something intimate. He throws his gym bag on the floor by the closet.
“I’m going to shower—I came straight from the gym. Wait here for me?”
“And where else would I go?” He grins, leaning down to where I sit on the bed and kissing my lips slowly, gently, open-mouthed but keeping his tongue to himself. Then, like nothing happened at all, he stands back and smiles sweetly, leaving me flustered.
“Be right back, then.”
I lay on my stomach and text Felix. We don’t see much of each other right now because he needs time with Aaron before he leaves, so I like to text him when I can.
Bear
any signs of life?
Fe
life is present
Bear
what r u doin
Fe
playing fort w aaron wbu
Bear
at somas
Fe
nice, i miss u
Bear
aw r u dumping me?
Fe
no babe, just waiting for my side piece to leave
Bear
lmao does aaron know he’s the side piece?
Fe
i don’t see why that’s important
Bear
want to watch a movie tonight and cuddle?
Fe
ya. can aaron join?
Bear
ya
Fe
then ttyl
A little while later, when Soma walks back into the room, he drapes himself over my back. I make an oof sound when he lands that makes him laugh. His hair is still wet, dripping onto my own, over my ears, down my neck—making me shiver.
“Soma, you’re making me all wet.” I complain, feeling him grin at the nape of my neck where his face is buried.
“Oh, am I?” His hands run down my sides until they reach my hips, touching lightly. I turn my head as much as I can to look back at him.
“You little pervert. You know what I mean.” He laughs, using this change to lean forward and give me another one of those slow, tortuous kisses. It’s like being shown a pizza after a competition and being told you can’t eat a slice. “You’re teasing.” I say when he pauses to take a breath.
“Aw, but it’s so much fun.” I roll my eyes. “You want more?” He leans back until he’s sitting on his heels and lets me flip over.
“Dude!” Soma is in nothing but a towel. He’s grinning even
wider now, a soft blush covering his cheeks.
“What? I didn’t bring clothes to the bathroom.
” I look him up and down. His toned chest, the lines of his abs, the V of his hips disappearing into the white towel.
I sit up and pull his face to mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth to slide against his.
He groans, pushing me back until he’s lying on top of me, hands touching whatever they can reach. He pulls my shirt off.
“You’re so soft.” Soma whispers against my skin, like he only wants me to know, even if no one else is around.
“So pretty, Ravi.” He’s kissing my chest, licking at my nipples and giving me open-mouthed, wet kisses all the way down to the waistband of my red board shorts.
He licks the bulge that's growing, staring up at me with that heated gaze he gets anytime he looks at me for too long.
It makes me whine—every time he looks at me like that.
Like my body knows what's about to happen, like it's agreeing.
When I do, Soma soaks in the sound, closing his eyes for a moment. He does that a lot too.
“Mhm.” He hums. He puts two fingers in the waistband of both my shorts and briefs and pulls, dragging them down to my knees. I gasp as the cool air hits my now rock-hard erection, watching it spring up to rest against my stomach. The anticipation is killing me and Soma knows it. Gets off on it.
He kisses my thighs—so close to where I need him but never quite there.
He avoids the scar. The brand I have of Aaron's mouth. He always does—he’s never touched it, refuses to acknowledge it past hearing about and seeing it for the first time.
He still hasn't noticed the two small marks on the back of my neck, so I say nothing. It doesn’t matter anyway. And someday I’ll really believe that.
“I thought about you all day.” Soma says into my stomach where he’s kissing me again. “I thought about what you were doing and if you were happy. Then I thought about you on my bed, just like this.” I blush, throwing an arm over my eyes.
It’s a different feeling, being with Soma. I’ve only ever been with two guys: him and Aaron. With Soma, he talks to me and I blush and turn away. I tell him what I want and he does it—simple as that. It feels good and he makes me feel like I’m the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
With Aaron… he did what he wanted. What he knew I wanted.
And if I was able to speak past the intense pleasure to ask for something else, he’d do that too.
When he’d tell me how beautiful I was I’d moan and stare right at him, needing to watch it leave his mouth.
It didn’t feel good—it felt like I was dying.
It felt like I was being born again, over and over.
Being dominated, not having to do anything, control anything.
Hearing the filthiest, most romantic things I’d ever heard.
When he’d look at me, I wasn’t just beautiful—he wanted to devour me.
He wanted to own every inch of me so that no one else would ever have the privilege of touching me.
But sex isn’t everything, and I really like Soma. I think I could love him some day. Although he was a little confused when I told him he could never call me baby or call me a good boy. I don’t want to think of Aaron every time I’m fucking my boyfriend.
“You’re hiding.” He chuckles, licking a line straight up my length.
“Fuck.” I whisper. With Soma, I try not to make so much noise. Not for any particular reason—mostly just because it feels embarrassing when it’s not being ripped out of me without a thought.
“Ravi,” He sucks my dick into his mouth, takes it to the back of his throat and swallows. I groan. He pulls away after a second. “Can I have sex with you?” I stare at him lying between my legs. Lips red, hair wet, eyes so heated I could melt.
“Yeah.” We’ve had sex before. In fact, I lost my virginity—well my virginity with a guy—to him the night of Aaron’s graduation.
I think Aaron knows, and that’s probably why he treats me like a walking traffic sign.
We don’t do it often—mostly just hand and mouth stuff.
Soma is scared he’ll hurt me, and the lube makes a mess, so he only likes to do it when we’re really horny.
I don’t mind—it’s a perfectly fine sacrifice to have Soma with me.