20. Samuel
SAMUEL
I’M SO IN
The idea of watching a movie together sounded so great in my head until we actually had to execute it.
I had no couch, no coffee table, no decent place to set my laptop.
We could’ve watched it in the kitchen, but the dining chairs were the exact opposite of snuggle-friendly—and snuggling was the whole point of watching a movie in the first place.
After pacing through the apartment for a minute, I decided the bed would have to double as a couch and dragged my nightstand in front of it, pretending not to see the dust mites I’d uncovered.
We pushed my blanket against the wall to create a makeshift backrest, and Benji sank into it like it was the most comfortable place on earth. I tugged my shirt over my head to match his outfit, which was still only his boxer shorts.
“You should leave it on,” Benji said, “not that you’re getting cold again.”
“That would be too bad, right?” I crawled next to him, pulling his arm up to wrap it around me.
“Oh, I see what you did there,” he grinned, shuffling around to get his arm all over my shoulder and resting his hand on my chest.
His skin on my skin was so warm, it made me rest my head against his, staring at the empty screen for ten seconds before I realized that we hadn’t even picked a movie yet.
It took us only thirty seconds to settle on the first Project Impossible movie.
We’d both seen it before, but that was years ago, and it didn’t matter whether we watched or not.
Another minute later, the distinctive string intro blared from my laptop’s crappy speakers, and Benji tugged on the blanket, placing it around our shoulders for additional comfort.
“You good?” he asked.
“Couldn’t be better,” I replied, resting my hands on his legs.
The action sequences unfolded before our eyes, and as the sun set, the apartment grew darker until the moonlight falling through the windows matched the famous scene where they argue about the world's future in that old soviet bunker.
Every once in a while, we shifted around a little, making small adjustments to stay comfortable, but we never let go of each other.
The moment was precious, but the longer it went on, the more I felt how fragile it still was.
Once the movie was over, Benji was likely to go home, crawl into his own sheets—maybe think of me the way I’d think of him—but eventually drift off in a bed where he wouldn’t have to squish against another dude, unable to turn from one side to the other without worrying about waking each other up.
And I’d be here, living the same reality.
But right now, none of this mattered. His arm was still around me, his skin still pressed against mine.
It was enough to make me believe that this could last. The thing I’d wished for—that it wouldn’t be over after just one night—had already come true.
Sure, it had been a battle to get to this point, but now that it was here, I was ready to keep on fighting if it meant I would get to spend more hours of this.
When I woke, a faint dark blue shimmer washed over the sky, announcing the dawn of a new day.
A warmth so much unlike a blanket cradled me, urging me not to think twice about it.
Still, my drowsy brain couldn’t pinpoint why it felt so different—until the shock of realizing I had fallen asleep during the movie hurtled through my body, snapping me awake like I’d just escaped death.
All my muscles twitched at once, my upper body rising out of the embrace that had infused me with warmth.
My head spun around, took in the silhouette of my nightstand still standing in the middle of my room with the laptop now closed on it, then settled on Benji, who withdrew his arms and raised his head.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“What time is it?”
“Five-something-ish,” he said, turning his head for a clock that wasn’t there and then back to me. “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time until work.”
“I fell asleep,” I stated as if that wasn’t already obvious.
“Yeah,” Benji chuckled. “Indeed, you did.”
“And you’re still here.”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
“No, it’s...” With a sigh, I let myself fall back onto the pillow we shared. It was too early; my brain didn’t work properly yet. “It’s nice you’re still here.”
“I think so, too.” He faced me, threw his arm around my shoulder, and nudged closer.
“You really could’ve woken me up. I hope it wasn’t too boring.”
“Not really. I had the movie. And your hair smelled good.”
His words took a second to sink in.
“You smelled my hair?” I chuckled.
“I, uh, I meant, I fell asleep at the same time as you.” He wrapped his arms around mine, as if he were getting ready to wrestle me if I didn’t stop teasing him. “And if you mention that to anyone, I’ll, uh, kill you.”
“But you can’t smell my hair if you kill me.”
“Oh, I can,” he replied, tightening his grip. “It just won’t smell that good anymore.”
He held onto me, pausing, the air between us bristling, and as I opened my mouth, he twisted me around, jumping onto my back.
“Let me give you a taste of what to expect if you tell anyone about it,” he said, wrapping his legs around me, chuckling the entire time.
I playfully fought back, wriggling until the bed squeaked in pain under our weight, and managed to turn myself onto my back, now facing him.
He pinned my wrists and slung his legs around my thighs.
I lifted my head, shooting my mouth toward his, and he met me right in a kiss, our tongues taking over the fight.
It took us a minute before his hands snaked down my chest, feeling my already hard dick.
“If that’s the punishment, I will tell everyone ,” I said, my hands rushing to his butt, squeezing it.
“Try it,” Benji growled back. “Try it and you’ll see.” He bared his teeth and, instead of kissing me, bit into my neck. Not hard, just enough to make me hold my breath as that new sensation flooded my body. A grin spread on his face when he let go again. “Seems you liked that?”
“Where did you learn that ?”
“Don’t ask. But I guess you’ve copied some tricks from movies , too, haven’t you?”
“Movies, huh?”
“I always wanted to try that, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.” He brought his nose back to my neck and licked over the spot he’d just bitten, as if he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t hurt, before hovering his head in front of mine.
“Is there anything...” his eyes twitched away before settling on me, “...you want to try?”
There was only one main thing we hadn’t done that I could answer—and that I was sure he was talking about. A lick here, a playful bite there, wasn’t nearly big enough to ask official questions about it.
“I do,” I replied.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Oh, come on, you know exactly what,” I said, “but we can’t do that now.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t have the right... supplies .”
“Supplies?” Benji’s brows knitted together. “What the hell do you want to do?”
“Condoms?”
“Oh. Damn .” His head tipped forward against my shoulder, his giggles tickling my skin, and then he rolled off me, nestling into the bed beside me.
“For a second, I thought you were talking about some naughty stuff there, like a dildo or something. And I was like, Why the hell would he need that? We’ve got two perfectly good dicks right here. Aren’t they enough?”
“You’ve got a wild imagination.”
“Takes one to know one.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it toward him, placing it onto his back. I slid it down even further, cradling him like he did me, giving back some of the comfort he so generously provided. His fingers landed on the back of my head, stroking over it.
For a minute, we lay there, no bother in the world.
“So, uh,” Benji eventually said, clearing his throat, “have you... you know, done it before?”
“Once.” I nodded. “But it’s been a while.”
“Like, full on? Right up the butt?”
“That’s how it usually works with two guys.”
“Damn, that’s so hot,” he replied. “My last time was also over a year ago. And I was heavily drunk. I’m not even sure I finished.” He inhaled slowly. “Honestly, I think I’ve finished more often with you already than I ever did with anyone else.”
“Same here,” I murmured.
We fell silent again, holding each other, lost in notions about a past that still seemed to matter.
The thoughts settled heavily in my chest, as if they meant to steal away a possible future with Benji before it even began.
But, after a minute, Benji’s right leg hooked around mine, twisting like he wanted to pull me closer, back into reality.
His bulge settled against mine, leaving no doubt that he was hard.
“Do you wank?” he asked as if it were the most natural question in the world.
“Is there any guy who doesn’t?”
I thrust my hips slightly forward. He licked his lips.
“I usually wank in the morning, before work,” Benji explained, eyes fixed at the ceiling. “Makes every day better before it starts.”
“Are you asking because you want to make this day better, too?”
“Can you blame me?”
“We don’t have that much time left until we have to get up,” I said, but slid my hand between our bulges, rubbing his dick through his boxers. “Means, we should use our time wisely, right?”
Benji pulled me into a kiss. His hips moved rhythmically, pressing his dick deeper into my palm. I slipped under the fabric, grabbed him, and stroked him.
“You can grip me harder,” he whispered as he moved his mouth to my neck. I did, and his dick twitched at the heightened pressure. “Yeah, just like that,” he moaned, climbing on top of me.