Chapter 17 #2
“I just … I mean … Are you ready?” He pointed vaguely at the area of my groin. You hardly prepped, Benji.” He tried to sit up again. “Let me …”
“I’m ready, baby. I promise.” I opened my mouth to convince him, but Anson’s determined nod assured me that he trusted me. I sat up straighter and sank down, holding him firmly while his tip teased my hole.
“Gently,” he chastised, affirming that I was in control and that he was worrying about me all at the same time.
I eased back, allowing that first little bit of pressure, that first push, that first moment of deeper connection.
I began to rock, ever so slightly allowing myself to sink a little further, a little deeper, a little closer.
Anson kept still, and those piercing-blue eyes, darkened to a wide navy, were on me like they were trying to read my every emotion. With our eyes locked, I rocked myself to a seated position.
“Holy fucking shit,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he replied, his hands finding my hips and resting softly there.
I nodded, and Anson oh so slowly lifted his hips from the bed, taking me with him. He did that a few more times before his warm hands locked in on my sides and held me firmly.
“Now,” I demanded, the urgency in my voice surprising me.
Anson’s smile had me thinking it delighted him.
He shoved up one more slow, calculated time before agreeing, “Now.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. It was heated and sloppy, and our mouths couldn’t keep up with the insistent motion that went from rocking to full-on thrusting in a matter of seconds. My cock ached between us and leaked all over his stomach as I focused on my connection to Anson.
Occasionally, he would catch me just right, and I would feel the fireworks start to ignite, but the feeling would flicker as we kept up our grueling pace. We were both panting, our faces close together, his hair splayed out on the pillow, his brow as sweaty as I felt.
“Soon,” he huffed in my ear, and I rocked even harder.
“Yes,” I begged him, wanting nothing more than for him to come, to see the look in his eyes and hear the sounds he would make. But he shook his head no.
“Together,” he insisted just as his thrusts caused that spark that I wanted to chase.
I lifted up on my hands, and Anson peeled one hand from my side to grab my cock. I leaned back further, arching and placing my hands behind me, and that did the trick.
“There!” I shouted. “Right fucking there.”
He began to hit full on that spot inside me that he’d been teasing, color exploding behind my eyes with each rock and thrust that we performed in tandem.
His hand began to stroke me in earnest as I grunted and damn near screamed, my arms splayed out behind me, holding me up.
“Now,” I shouted, and the burst of energy I felt surging through me had me saying it again. “Now!”
I felt like a frenzied mess above him.
“Look at me, please,” he said, and my eyes flew open as I sat up and continued to rock, thrusting myself between his cock and his hand.
I tightened my inner walls as I felt my own balls pull up, and his silence turned into a low panting growl as his eyes closed tight, and he came deep inside me.
I watched only for a second before my own orgasm overtook me, and I arched back again in pleasure.
He continued to thrust gently as I dropped unceremoniously onto his chest, sweat and cum the only thing between us as I nuzzled in the crook of his neck, his damp hair attaching itself to my face.
His arms wrapped tight around me as he stilled. We stayed like that as our breathing slowed.
“I should …” he began, and I nodded when he didn’t finish the thought.
Eventually, one of his hands found his cock, and I lifted up, his hair, still plastered to my face, traveling with me as I rose. Letting out a little grunt, I rolled to one side, trapping his arm under me as I stayed snuggled close.
I lifted my head to look at him and brushed his hair back and to the other side.
“I love your hair,” I said even as my fingers got caught in it. I pulled them out but continued to play with it, trying to pull it back and out of his way.
“Benji?”
“Yes, baby?”
“The condom.”
“Shit! Sorry!” I sat up and pulled the thing off him, enjoying the hiss he made.
“I love your sounds,” I said as I got up, tying the condom off and tossing it.
I found my glasses and his hair tie and grabbed the towel hanging on the back of my door.
It was still damp since I had taken a shower right before heading out to the restaurant, so I used that to wipe Anson’s chest down.
His body stiffened as I ran it over his stomach, so I pulled back quickly.
Anson’s look of consternation made me think I’d overstepped.
“Okay?” I asked, placing the towel over his torso.
“Yeah. Yes.” Anson’s eyes were on the towel, but he moved them to my face, something I knew to be a precious prize.
Eyes locked, we were silent for a beat before Anson finally admitted, “Yes, it’s just, no one’s ever taken care of me before.
” I leaned in to kiss him, then continued cleaning him off, wiping down his chest before taking care of his cock, which caused another little hiss that he turned into a chuckle.
Smiling down at him, it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest when his look switched from embarrassed to happy.
“I like taking care of you,” I replied, finding the hair band I had tossed on the bed and handing it to him.
Next I wiped my own chest and then my ass, making a hissing sound of my own.
A look of concern clouded his beautiful smile once more. “Did I hurt you?” he asked as I turned to toss the towel in the general direction of my laundry basket.
“Huh?”
“You hardly … prepped,” he said as he absentmindedly pulled his hair back into a ponytail.
It was easy to see that this was a natural move for him.
I thought about how much I would like to watch him do it, over and over again, whether stepping out of the shower or after a hard workout at the gym, and especially after I’d been the one to help make it a sweaty, tangled mess.
I leaned over him then, not afraid to be thinking about the future as we shared a kiss that was earthshattering in its simplicity: a soft, simple brush of the lips, meant to be reassuring while behind my eyes, our entire lives played out in scenes of domestic bliss.
I pulled up and refocused on his question. “I’m fine. I promise. A little sore, but, like, you’re always a little sore after, you know?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Oh, don’t you …” I began to ask, and he shrugged. I climbed back on the bed and tucked myself in next to him, propping my head on his chest to look at him. He shook his head and took some time to formulate his answer.
“I mean, I would like to, I think, but the guys I’ve been with. They’ve all been … part-time.”
“Part-time?”
“Yeah, um. To me that just seems like …”
He sighed and shook his head no. “That’s not exactly it. Let me be honest … with you.” He smiled.
“I feel like you’ve come to know me these past few weeks, Benji.”
“I’d like to think we’ve come to know each other.”
“And you know I like things a certain way.”
“You keep things in order so that your mind can wander and invent without having to worry about everyday things.”
“Is that what I do? Huh, yeah. I’ve never thought of it that way.” He was quiet for a beat, then he repeated it. “Wow! I never thought of it that way. Thank you.”
I leaned forward and kissed his sternum. “No problem. Is that why you only top? Is it a control thing?”
“Control, routine, what I know.”
“And you’ve never …”
“Never.”
“But you might?”
“Would you want that?” he asked, and I answered honestly and quickly.
“Yes, but only if you do.” I saw his mind wander again, and I loved letting it. Loved watching his facial expressions and imagining those very erudite gears cranking in his brain.
“I think I do.”
I nodded in support.
“And, um, do you ever …”
“Ever what?” Anson questioned.
“You know …” I said, but maybe he didn’t, because he didn’t respond.
I snapped up and swiped my silly box off the bedside table. I flipped it open and threw the strip of condoms on the nightstand, exposing the little toy ensconced within. I sat up on the bed, and Anson propped himself up higher on the pillows.
“Oh, is that … When you prepped so quickly I thought, maybe it was because …”
“Because I’d been with other guys recently?”
He nodded, to his credit, keeping eye contact with me.
“I haven’t been a monk since I moved to Boston, Anson.
But no, lately I’ve been so busy with my dissertation, and then I met this guy I really like, so …
” I picked up the toy and tossed it between my hands.
“This little guy right here’s been my only action in a pretty long time.
I maybe even used it earlier today, you know, to relieve a little tension before I had to have dinner with my dad and the man I kissed the other day, who also happens to be my boss. ”
I leaned forward to kiss him again. I could just do that, thanks to our makeshift spreadsheet, still hanging on my living room wall. “This little guy helps to keep me limber, among other things.”
We kissed lazily for a while, and eventually, I lay myself back on top of him, reaching over blindly to get rid of the purple dildo that I had clenched in my hand. Reluctantly, we eventually pulled apart.
“It’s your big day tomorrow. I should go.”
“Please don’t.”
There was that pause again before he nodded.
“I’ll find you a toothbrush. And Anson?”
“Yes, Benji?”
“You could come tomorrow, to graduation, if you want.”
“I would love that.”