17. Richard
SEVENTEEN
RICHARD
“There,” I said, patting Ben on the back.
We had just finished moving the last of his stuff from Kaleb’s place into mine. I suggested movers, but Ben convinced me that it wouldn’t take us too long. Kaleb helped us too.
“So this is where Ben gets the magic cock?”
“And that’s enough, Kaleb.” Ben pushed his mouthy friend towards the front door.
“I just know what to imagine now when I’m wanking. Are you sure you don't want me to stay? It'd make a great threesome. Goodbye, Dickie!”
“Thanks for your help!” I called out as Ben slammed the door in his face.
“I’ll miss that only a little bit,” Ben said, walking over to me. “Thanks for asking me to move in. I have so many plans to redecorate this place.”
“Wh-what?”
“Kidding! Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face!”
“I’d ask if you wanted to be spanked, but I already know the answer.”
“Ooh, yes, please.”
I was still recovering from our mind-blowing fuck on the dance floor last night. Ben convinced me to slip my cock in next to the vibrator. I couldn’t believe he took both at the same time.
Ben pulled the back of his jeans down to reveal his creamy white cheeks and I couldn’t resist.
Slap!
I'd always give him what he wanted.
“I might have to consider requiring you to be naked at all times while you live with me,” I said, admiring his pose.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
I pulled him towards the couch and we collapsed together, leaving his pants halfway down. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing his stomach, right below his belly button.
“You sure you’re good to stay in on New Year’s Eve?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Ben answered. “Ooh, that feels good.” He nestled against me, and continued, “We just spent all day moving my stuff. And after last night, I think we both need to recover a bit. Relaxing around here sounds lovely. The perfect way to start the new year.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I predict I won't be recovered enough to have the cum fucked out of me during the midnight countdown,” Ben added.
I had to laugh. “Yeah?”
“A blowjob would be nice though.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
It was our first morning waking up together as roommates. Well, bedmates really.
Boyfriends.
It still felt a little surreal. For years, men were like tissues.
Now I had been with the same man for four months and, other than one moment on Christmas Eve, I hadn't had the desire to run out the door screaming.
I had deleted all my apps the day he asked us to be exclusive and never looked back.
We stayed up well past midnight, so it wasn't surprising Ben was still zonked out.
I should probably make him breakfast today. I'd lost count of how many times he'd done it for me.
After one last whiff of his hair and a kiss on the forehead, I slowly pulled my arm out from under him and got out of bed. Ben mumbled something and rolled over, pulling the blankets off his back. The barest hint of his cheeks were noticeable and took a minute to stare at his muscles. Before heading to the kitchen, I pulled the comforter up to keep him warm and pulled on some sleep shorts.
I got the coffee started, grabbed the milk and eggs out of the fridge, and found the Bisquick in the cupboard.
It didn’t take long for me to regret my decision.
The stovetop looked like the floor of The Stalls. Batter splattered everywhere. Apparently, I was better at handling men than a spatula.
Knock knock knock.
Who the fuck could that be?
I shut the burner off and went to answer the door.
“Happy New Year, big brother!”
“Holly?! You’re here!”
She pulled me in for a hug. “What do you mean I’m here? Did you fucking forget?”
I failed to dodge her playful head whack. “Maybe?”
“Well, maybe if you checked your phone, you would’ve remembered.”
“I’m sorry, I really am. It’s been a busy week.”
“More like a busy month,” she replied, dragging her suitcase inside.
“Let me get that for you.”
“How’d you get here? I could’ve picked you up at the airport.”
“It’s no biggie. You burning something?”
“Shit!” I left her bag by the couch and ran into the kitchen.
I turned off the wrong burner.
“Damn it!”
“What the fuck happened in here? Looks like a flap-Jackson Pollock painting.”
“I tried to make pancakes.”
“You didn’t try very hard,” she said, surveying the damage.
“It was for Ben.”
“Oooh, I finally get to meet the magic man that tamed the horny beast that was my brother.”
“I’m still a horny beast.” I puffed out my chest just a little bit, but she deflated it with a gut punch.
“Did he move in yet?”
“Just yesterday.”
“I knew it would happen,” she said. “Get all these dishes in the sink and let’s start over.”
Miraculously, in a matter of minutes, I had cleaned up my mess and Holly had filled a plate with a tower of fluffy, golden brown pancakes.
“At least you can make a good cup of coffee.”
I clinked my mug to hers. “Happy New Year, sis.”
“Cheers.”
“Get your cock out, Richard! I need my morning protein shake!”
Before I could say anything, Ben had already waltzed into the kitchen bare-assed and hard-cocked.
“Jesus Christ!” Ben screamed and ran back to the bedroom. “Why didn’t you say we had company?”
“I was about to say something,” I said, jogging after him. “But you were still yelling. I didn’t know you were naked.”
“You said you wanted me naked all the time,” he said, pulling on sweatpants.
“It seems we may have to add a few exceptions to that rule.”
“It seems. Please tell me that’s like your neighbor coming over for a cup of sugar and not your sister.”
“It’s not my sister,” I said.
“You’re a terrible liar. It’s your sister.”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“Jesus.”
With Ben fully clothed, we made our way back into the kitchen.
“Smells great. You must be Holly.” Ben walked over to her with his hand extended.
“Ben. Lovely ass.” She shook his hand and smiled. “I can see why my brother likes you.”
“Oh God.”
“It wasn’t too bad of a first impression, Ben,” she said. “Try not to worry about it.”
“Did you make pancakes?” Ben asked me, desperate to change the subject.
“I did this round,” Holly said. “Richard tried his best.” She motioned to the trash can.
I watched as Ben surveyed the damage. “Aw, that was sweet of you. But maybe we can find a place to take cooking classes together.”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
Holly was practically squealing from her seat. “You two are just too adorable. I’m overcome with emotions.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Ben said, grabbing plates for all of us. “To be honest, I was nervous to meet you. Richard holds you in such high regard.”
“He’s had nothing but nice things to say about you. He certainly described your butt properly.”
“Holly!”
“Oooh, what’d he say about it?” Ben asked.
“Don’t answer that!”
We all shared a laugh as the syrup started to flow.
I was relieved they were getting along. For now, this was the last significant piece in solidifying Ben and I’s relationship. It was a good sign if Holly liked him. Not that I didn’t trust my own judgement, but it was nice to know that Holly felt the same way.
Well, not exactly the same way.
“These pancakes are delicious.”
I agreed with Ben. Holly’s timing was fortunate. My attempt at breakfast would’ve been a terrible way to kick off the new year.
“Thank you,” Holly said. “What are you boys up to today?”
I glanced at Ben. “I’m not sure we discussed that.”
“How long are you here for, Holly?” Ben asked, then looked at me. “I’m assuming she’s staying here with us?”
With us.
“A few days,” she answered.
I like that.
“I’ll be right back.”
“First door on the right,” I called out after her.
“I remember where the bathroom is!”
As I sipped my coffee, I lost myself watching Ben eat his pancakes.
“What?” Ben had caught me staring.
“Just happy is all.”
“Happy’s good.” Ben put his fork down and came over to me, standing between my legs. “Do I get a raincheck on my protein shake?”
“I’ll give you an extra one later tonight.”
“After my shift?”
“I’d say during, but I’ll probably do something with Holly while you’re at work. Maybe we can come pick you up?”
“I still can’t believe she saw me naked.”
“She can handle it. She’s a nurse.”
“Oooh, that gives me a roleplay idea,” Ben said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Paging Dr. Hawk. Dr. Dick Hawk.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like a porn.”
“We can make it one.”
“I have no doubt about that.”
“I wanted to start the new year off by saying”–Ben gave me a quick peck on the lips–“I love you, Richard. I know you might not want to say it yet, but I can’t not say it anymore. It’s how I feel and–”
I kissed him back. Deeply. “I love you too.”
“You do?”
“Of course,” I said. “I should’ve said it last week.”
“I could tell you wanted to and it meant a lot to me to know that.”
“Is this where we live happily ever after?” I asked.
“That depends,” Ben said.
“On what?”
Ben rubbed the front of my shorts. “On your stamina.”
He was teasing me – the little brat – but I liked it.
“You think you can take it?”
“I can take everything you’ve got.”
“Good,” I said. “Because you’re gonna fucking get it. Everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”