Chapter 17 Lukas #2
Is it good leadership to be sneaking around with the mascot? Would I lose the C if I came forward and told Coach? There has to be a way for us to work through this. It’s not like I’m dating someone on the opposite team and stealing secrets. But would Ben lose the job if I confessed?
God, it’s such a mess.
I’ve reached my building in a fog, and it’s not until I open the door to my apartment that the fog clears and I feel more sure about what I need to do.
My apartment smells of burnt toast, dryer sheets, and lemon tea.
Most people might think that’s not a welcoming scent, but to me…
it’s everything. Ben left the closet doors open, where the laundry machines hide, and a pile of neatly folded clothes sits on top of the dryer.
I pick up the pair of skimpy shorts that he wears under the beaver suit before placing them back and moving to the living room.
My plants are alive, as I knew they were after he sent me all those semi-nude photos with my beloved plants. Ben has managed to breathe colour into my green and grey life, and as I walk to the kitchen and find the burnt toast in the garbage, a laugh slips past my lips.
How does it make sense that these little things settle a restlessness I’ve carried for years?
After tossing my tie, I undress from my suit and place it in the dry-cleaning bag for drop off. It’s while I’m standing in my underwear that I hear the key in the lock, and Ben enters.
“Honey, I’m home!” he sings.
The deadbolt clicks closed, and then he’s standing in my bedroom doorway, drinking me in like he’s been lost in the desert.
“Landon was good to you?”
Ben nods. “He was wonderful. He pretended to clean a wound on my hand when that guy looked in to see us. I had my head back on, so I’m still a secret, but he stared at me for a long time. A bit odd, but whatever.”
Frowning, I wonder if Evans picked up on something after all.
“Hey,” Ben says softly, and he steps into me. His palms slide up my chest to stop on my cheeks. “Everything is okay.”
I don’t know if it’s the earnestness in his words or because I want to believe him so badly, but I do. “For now, but we’ll figure it out, okay? And you should move in here permanently.”
Well, I guess I’m doing this now, then.
Ben’s eyes grow comically wide. “Shit, Lukas. I…”
“Think about it? I know it’s fast, but —”
Ben places a single finger on my lips. “When things feel right, there’s no reason to put a timeline on it.” His cheeks flush as Ben has a very uncharacteristic shy moment, and he looks away. “That’s what James told me, and I didn’t believe him at first. But maybe I should’ve.”
“We can talk about it more later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me, naked. I’ve missed you.”
Ben laughs. “And you’re horny. Don’t forget that part.” He snaps the band of my underwear. “You’re already mostly undressed. Lucky me.”
It feels like a war in my head. I want to love all over Ben. Show him physically for hours and do all the stuff that people find tender and romantic. But I also want him impaled on my dick against the wall while he holds on so tight he leaves marks.
I can do both and still be romantic, can’t I?
Thankfully, he can read my looks more easily than my mind.
He whips off his shirt and reaches for me. “Holy fuck, Lukas, I need you to own me right fucking now.” His lips crush against mine as his hand squeezes my bulge.
“Get those pants off before I rip them off then,” I growl, and he takes a step back.
Ben pauses, a slow smirk on his lips. “You still owe me a pair of undies. If you destroy all my clothes, you’ll need to buy me a new wardrobe.”
“Or I keep you locked in my apartment, naked all the time.”
Ben shrugs, like that’s not a terrible idea, then shimmies out of his pants, and all the blood rushes to my dick. “Jesus Christ, Ben. How big is your collection? Is this a G-string?”
“Yeah. You like it?” He turns and shakes his tight little ass at me.
Grabbing his hips, I push him hard into the wall, and an oomph forces from his lungs. “Sorry.” I drop a kiss onto his neck, and my hand remains pressed to his back. “Don’t move.”
Dropping to my knees, I pull the string aside and debate about ripping it off, but choose to keep it.
Pushing the string to the side, I spread him open and bring my mouth to his hole.
He juts his ass out, inviting me to keep going, and I eat him until I’m afraid he might scratch the paint off the wall with his fingers.
“Lukas…” Lord, my name moaning from his lips is something I could listen to for days.
Rising from the floor, I turn him around to find him so far gone I should laugh. Pink cheeks and glazed eyes, hair all mussed up from rubbing his head on the wall. He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine. Not in the way that he belongs to me, but more like he’s the one who fits in the space of my heart.
“You okay, baby?”
He nods. “Fucking amazing.”
Ben wobbles, and I hold his hips. “Can you keep standing for a minute?”
“Yep, longer for you.”
It’s only two strides to reach the nightstand where I keep the lube, and after ditching my boxers, I slick myself up while Ben watches. He bites his lip as he stares, and his breath is ragged, like it might be a struggle to breathe. “Like what you see?”
He nods enthusiastically, and I step back into his face. “Remember the night we first met? I wanted you so damn badly. I still do.”
“I can’t do a handstand right now,” he breathes. “I don’t have the strength.”
“You don’t have to. I got you.”
Our breaths turn to pants as we come together, and Ben jumps into my arms when I lift him up. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and reaches back with his other hand to spread his ass. “I need to go hard, babe. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah. I might have pre-gamed a little by myself today waiting for this.”
My eyes fall closed, and I bury my face in his neck. One day, I’ll ask him to show me how he did. Not today, though. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, I’d like to.” He wiggles his ass, and I slide home quickly, buried to the base of my cock.
Ben gasps and cries out as he wraps around me tighter.
Pinning him against the wall, I fuck him hard and deep.
The photos rattle on the wall, and Ben moans, his heels digging into my ass, and his fingers pulling at the roots of my hair.
It’s raw and maybe a little savage, but we both need it in a way I can’t explain.
The satin of his G-string rubbing against my abs is a new sensation that I don’t exactly hate either.
Pausing to catch my breath, I whisper, “I didn’t know I’d like fancy underwear so much.
This scrap of fabric is making me lose my mind. ”
“You sure it’s not the guy wearing them?” he quips before swivelling his hips and biting at my lip. “Because I’m pretty fantastic without the undies.”
And I’m smiling and laughing as we both cling to each other. The mood shifts from a hard and fast fuck to my heart squeezing and wanting to hold him in my arms forever. It’s fucking wild how all these feelings slam into each other at once as I make love to him against the wall of my bedroom.
“Lukas, you’d better make me come when you do.”
Ben mumbles into my neck, and I huff a laugh at him, still telling me what he wants without reservation.
Somehow, I get a hand between us and into his fancy undies, and when I do, Ben goes limp against me so fast I almost think he’s passed out.
“Baby?”
“Your fucking hands, Lukas. God….” He tilts his head back, and I can’t resist kissing him.
Ben is breathtaking no matter what, but right now I can’t stop or look away as I make him come undone. He spills over my fist with the sexiest of moans, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge with him. My knees shake and my lungs struggle to work as I empty into him.
“Holy shit, Ben,” I wheeze. “Just…holy shit.”
He still clings to me, and I drop my head to his shoulder. I’m completely wrung out emotionally and physically.
“Lukas?” Ben whispers.
“Yeah?”
“If I take a bath, will you sit with me?”
“Yeah, babe. Whatever you need.”
And long before the water is drawn and Ben dumps his own Epsom salts in—rose-scented, I notice—I know I’m falling in love.