Chapter Thirty Eight #2
“I know—you’ve been very good.” He sighs, eyes closing as he pushes back further into me. I bring a hand down to squeeze the bulge in his sweatpants, causing him to give me another quiet groan. “A little bit longer, okay? Then you can have it—I promise.”
Benjamin opens his eyes and gives me one small nod—turning in my arms to kiss my jaw so lightly I barely feel it. Teasing me.
“Are you seducing me so I won’t beat your ass?” He asks me—tongue on my neck. I shiver as his teeth graze me, as his hand pulls at the hair on the back of my head.
“Maybe.” I respond and he giggles.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter how hard I come. Once I come down, I’ll still remember. And I’ll kick your ass anyway.” I groan against him—pulling his body tightly against mine, grinding our hips together.
“Fuck my family. I’ll make you come so hard right now. Take your sweats off.” Benjamin laughs a loud, obnoxious laugh and pulls away from me.
“Nope—patience, remember?”
“You’re such a demon.”
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We end up going out to dinner—some place my mom is a fan of since no one else could be bothered with deciding.
“Little Bird—we are so happy you’re awake.” Mom says over her fettuccine.
“We really are.” Dad smiles.
“Thanks—me too.” I’m stirring my spaghetti with my fork and trying to ignore my growing desire as Benjamin sits next to me—innocently eating a breadstick.
“I’m happy you’re taking Bear.” Felix says, grinning at him from across the table.
“Hey! So much for loyalty. Kayla—hit him for me.”
“Ow!” Felix grabs his arm as Kayla returns to her salad. “Are you not my fiancée?!” She shrugs.
“You’re being mean to my favorite brother-in-law.” Benjamin flips Fe off with an evil little smile.
“I’ve been the favorite since we were kids Fe—just accept it.”
“Not fair. I can’t even ask Aaron since he’s biased.” Felix mumbles—picking at his food with a frown.
“My vote is for Felix.” I say, showing my baby brother some support in this ambush, evening the playing field. Benjamin’s head snaps toward me—eyes wide and shocked.
“Really?! Thanks Bub. I love you too.”
“Huh.” Benjamin huffs, returning to his breadsticks. I place a hand on his thigh, and he shoves it right off, making me chuckle at his pettiness. “Alright then. Kayla, I’ll be coming home with you. Felix, get the fuck out and go with Aaron.” Felix gasps.
“Woah—wait a minute—” I say, raising a hand. “I may think he’s the favorite, but I don’t want—”
“Wow.” Benjamin interjects, staring at me like he has no idea who I am. “You knock out for five minutes and suddenly you have a different favorite person? Okay.”
“Well—”
“Nah.”
“Ben—”
“I’m good.” Everyone’s giggling as he leans back in his chair—crossing his legs under himself as he eats another bite of his bread.
“Sorry bro. I might have put you on the couch on your first night home.” Felix laughs, looking between the two of us. My parents are watching all four of us lovingly. All of their babies are together again at last.
“Aaron—” My dad starts, earning everyone’s attention.
“One day they were changing your clothes, and I saw you have a tattoo now. It looks like a blue bird? I noticed the same one on your helmet when you got your bike, but your mother said she had no part in it. What’s the deal with the bird?
Are you interested in birds?” The table is quiet as I slowly turn to Benjamin who’s staring at my dad with wide, embarrassed eyes.
“Uh—I—” I start.
“I put it there. The night before he got the bike.” Benjamin says—smiling awkwardly and looking around the table. “I just thought it… suited him. So…”
“And you got it tattooed onto your body?” Dad asks—brow raised. I laugh at him.
“I literally just jumped to my death after him—and you’re surprised I’d tattoo a blue bird onto my side because it’s meaningful to me?” After a moment, Dad grins.
“Good point, son. But no more jumping to your death. Either of you.” He narrows his eyes between the two of us and everyone chuckles as we say yes—of course. What else are we supposed to say?
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“Well, we’re staying with your brother for the night. Let’s have breakfast before we leave in the morning.” Mom says as she kisses my cheek, pulling me into a hug. Dad grabs Benjamin and squeezes him, causing Benjamin to squeal.
“Of course. Just call and let me know.” She pulls back and stares at me for a moment.
“I told you, Aaron.” When I give her a confused smile she brushes my cheek with the back of her hand. “You always needed me the most out of all of you boys. I told you—if it’s supposed to make sense—someday it will.” She looks at Benjamin, looks back at me. “I suppose in the end it did.”
I can feel the tears as they slip free. In front of this little Italian restaurant in our college town—my beautiful mother is shaking my entire world.
Back in 2018, when Drew was first getting close to Benjamin, I cried to my mom. I told her I was falling apart and she told me to give it time. Now—here we are four years later and yes—Benjamin is mine.
“Thank you, Momma. I love you.” She smiles up at me.
“I love you too, Little Bird.” She turns to Benjamin then—telling him to stop being shy and call her mom, to treat her like a mother-in-law.
Benjamin’s blushing. My dad gives me a hug and tells me he loves me in his own way: unsolicited advice.
Mostly surrounding apartment and truck maintenance—but even a thing or two about keeping a partner happy.
“Listen—” he whispers, leaning over to speak in my direction. “If Bear’s worked up—just agree with him, okay? It’s best for the moment. You can bring it up again later when he’s calm.” Benjamin most definitely hears him—shooting me a glare that says I fucking dare you. “Oops—sorry.”
Benjamin and I get into the truck to drive home and I sigh in relief. Just the two of us—at last.
“That was exhausting. Being asleep for five months really drained my social battery.” I joke, but Benjamin just stares out the window. “Button?” Nothing. He has his body angled away from me, arms crossed. “Oh my God—are you actually mad about the favorite person thing?”
He turns to give me a nasty glare, then goes back to looking out the window. So—yes.
“Should I use this time to try my dad’s advice and just say I was wrong?”
“Ugh.” He groans in annoyance. So—no. The drive home is very short and as we’re pulling up to the apartment complex, I look at him.
“Come on, don’t be mad.” Once we’re parked, Benjamin is out of the car.
No one has been home in five months so it’s a bit stale inside. Felix was nice enough to come and empty the fridge in the beginning, but the air feels old. I open a window in the living room and look around at the dust on the coffee table, the mantle.
Taking out the crumpled, slightly smeared note and button necklace the hospital had kept with my things, I leave the note on the kitchen island and head to the bedroom where Benjamin is.
He’s turned away from me—unpacking his bag that Felix had brought over during his first week away.
Very gently—as if he’s made of glass—I put the chain over his neck, setting the button down onto his chest. He’s breathing fast, hand grasping the button once I let it go.
“I thought—”
“I had it wrapped around my wrist, so it was with my things.” He sighs—defeated and relieved.
“That’s good. Thank you.” It’s silent for a moment before I try my luck again.
“Benjamin—are you still mad?” He huffs, resuming his unpack.
“Of course. Traitor.”
“Traitor?” I laugh, grabbing one of his hips, letting my thumb dip into his back dimples with the other. He shivers underneath my grip.
“Yes. Did Felix come to see you every day for five months? Nope. Did Felix play all your favorite music and shows to hopefully trigger some kind of reaction from you? Nope! Did Felix go talk to some random-ass guy twice a week—reliving all of his trauma just so he could be good for you when you woke up? You’re fucking right—nope again. Did—”
“Baby.” He stops—panting, letting me hold him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist and dropping little kisses onto his neck.
“I’m sorry. Thank you. You did really well.
You were a very good boy while I was away.
You are my favorite and it wasn’t nice to play around like that so soon.
Please don’t be mad.” I lick the shell of his ear—listening to his gasp.
“Let me be so nice to you. Let me thank you.”
Benjamin turns around in my arms—looking up at me with a cautious, guarded expression.
“Are you just doing that agree-with-me thing?” I laugh at him—moving to grab his hips and pulling him against me, one hand moving to squeeze his ass.
“I don’t have to use petty tricks like that, Button. You’re either right or I can fuck you into submission.” I watch his eyes narrow, head tilting slightly.
“Get naked and lay down.” He says and my eyes widen.
“Sorry?” Who the fuck is standing in front of me?
“Aaron—” He pushes me away from him. “I said get naked. Lay down.”
I’m nodding quickly, tripping over myself to rip my clothes off as he takes the bag off the bed. Once I’m laying down on the bed Benjamin climbs on top of me. And as soon as he straddles me my cock begins to harden. I reach for him.
“No.” He slaps my hand. “Hands to yourself.” I let out a startled laugh.
“What are you doing?” I ask him. Benjamin sits up straight—hand on my chest to balance himself as he stares down at me with that insanely sexy, angry, dominating look in his eyes. I think this time he plans on tearing me to pieces.
“I’m going to take my clothes off—then I’m going to stretch myself.
And you’ll keep your hands to yourself.” I groan, glaring at him.
“You will—even when I’m fucking myself on your dick.
No touching. You get to watch.” My heart’s pounding and my cock’s leaking as I stare up at him and that filthy expression.
“Benjamin—I swear to God. I will snap you in two.” Benjamin leans down, scooting back so as to not touch too much of my dick. Then, right against my lips, he says—
“Oh baby—you know how much I love being punished. How hot it gets me when you threaten me like that.” At this point I’m basically growling at him, glaring as he licks lightly over my lips.
“Benjamin.” I’m warning him. I’ll give him what he wants—I’ll submit. But after—he better know what’s coming to him. He smiles one of those beautiful sun smiles.
“Yeah, baby.” He moans, pulling his shirt off as he rolls his hips on my thighs. “Tell me. Tell me how you’ll break me. How you’ll hurt me. God—I missed this.” My dick jumps at his plea.
“I’m going to spank that ass so hard you bleed, Benjamin. If you want to play this game—be ready to finish it.” His head falls back as he groans.
“Fuck—stay right where you are. Let’s see how long you last—how much restraint Aaron Archer actually has. And when it’s all gone—please Aaron—fuck me up.” He pulls a loud, broken moan from me as he drags a loose hand up my shaft—eyes never leaving my face.
“Whatever you want, baby.” I tell him. “We can play since you’ve been such a good boy.”
Benjamin gets off of me, leaving me to lay perfectly still—arms to my sides as he completely undresses right in front of me. I watch each inch of smooth skin as it’s revealed. The sparkle of his piercings—the angle of his hip bones, how perky his little ass is.
The moment I see his dick—standing tall, wet, so pretty and pink—I realize this whole restraint game is going to be embarrassingly short.