20. Ben
BEN
All I want to do is bite him.
Nolan is backed against his hotel-room door with his palm planted in the middle of my chest. His mouth is still parted, and the dark material of his pants shows the thick line of his cock.
My hand burns with the shape of it. I can still feel him getting harder while I stroked him in the car, trying to keep his face blank for the driver.
A mark high on his neck would do it. Everybody else could see it tomorrow and keep their hands off him without either of us having to explain why.
Instead he wants to talk.
“What?” I ask.
We’re barely a foot apart. The alcohol from the club is on his breath, but underneath it he smells like Nolan, warm skin and sweat beneath the soap from the arena showers hours ago.
“What the fuck was that?”
“What are you talking about?”
His palm presses harder when I try to close the distance. “Back there. I was dancing, Pope. It’s a club. That’s what people do.”
“You were going to kiss that woman.”
“And so what if I did?”
The answer pulls a growl up my throat. I bite it off, but Nolan’s eyes narrow. His fingers flex against my chest instead of pushing me away.
“Use your words, Benjamin.” His voice has lost everything playful. “I thought this was about you being curious. Why should you care who I fuck?”
“Are you fucking other people?”
For the first time since he stopped me, Nolan goes quiet. His eyes search my face, and each second without an answer makes the pressure behind my ribs worse.
“No,” he says.
Relief comes so fast it leaves me light-headed. “Neither am I.”
“So?”
He wants me to finish the thought. I don’t have one that goes any farther without taking us somewhere I can’t go.
“So maybe I want it to stay like that.”
Nolan’s grip loosens. “What? You want to be exclusive? You want to be my boyf—”
“We’re hooking up.” I get the words out before he can finish that one. “I’m figuring this out. Just between the two of us.”
Boyfriend isn’t a bigger version of what we’re already doing. A boyfriend is real. It means this isn’t one man I want for reasons I haven’t figured out. It means I’m bi, or whatever else everyone will decide it means, and then it follows me out of this room.
I want Nolan. I’m not answering anything beyond that tonight.
He opens his mouth, and I step into him before he can ask for something I don’t have. My hand closes around the back of his neck. His breath catches against my lips, then I kiss him.
For half a second he holds himself stiff. I pull him away from the door and kiss him harder, pushing my tongue into his mouth until his hand leaves my chest and catches my shirt at the waist.
“Just the two of us,” I say against his mouth.
Nolan looks at me. Whatever he was going to say is still there, but his grip tightens. “Okay.”
I kiss him again.
His mouth opens immediately this time. Beer and Nolan are on his tongue. He catches my jaw with both hands and gives back everything I do to him, kissing until our teeth knock and my mouth starts to hurt.
Our cocks grind together through our pants.
Nolan is still hard enough to make the front of his trousers strain, and when I put my thigh between his, he rubs himself against it without breaking the kiss.
I grab his ass and pull him harder onto me.
The sound caught in his throat makes me bite his lower lip.
My hands go under his shirt. I drag it up, and Nolan lifts his arms just long enough to get rid of it before he reaches for mine. His shirt hits the floor behind us as we stumble toward the bed.
I get his belt open. His fingers fight with the buttons of my shirt while I shove his pants down far enough to take his cock in my hand. It’s hot and damp from what I did to him in the car. One pull over the head makes his knees flex.
“You left me like that on purpose,” he says.
“Yeah.”
His eyes darken. “Asshole.”
I stroke him again, slower, then take my hand away before he can push into it. His pants catch around his shoes. Nolan kicks free of both while I strip off my shirt, and he comes back at me naked.
His hands land on my belt. I put my mouth against the side of his neck and bite down where the collar of his shirt will cover it tomorrow.
“Fuck.” His hips push into mine while he gets my pants open. “You planning to leave teeth marks everywhere?”
I look at the red shape on his skin. “Maybe.”
Nolan pulls my cock out and squeezes. Pleasure kicks through my stomach, sharp enough that my teeth close on his shoulder this time. He laughs once, breathless, and strokes me harder.
I catch his wrist and pull his hand away. “Bed.”
He backs up until his calves hit it, watching me while I get the rest of my clothes off. Ink curls over his shoulder and down his side. His cock stands hard against his stomach, the head wet enough to shine.
Nolan sits, then scoots backward across the white cover. I follow him onto the mattress and catch his ankle before he gets far. My mouth closes over the inside of his calf. He jerks, but I hold his leg and work upward, biting the muscle below his knee and the softer skin of his thigh.
“You are fucking weird tonight,” he says.
I push his legs apart. “You coming with me anyway?”
“Yeah.” His voice catches when I bite the inside of his thigh.
I put both hands on his hips and drag him closer. His ass slides to the edge of the mattress, and I kneel between his legs. The position gives me all of him: his cock leaking over his stomach, the dark ink along his ribs, his chest rising too fast while he waits to see what I’ll do.
My mouth moves over his hip. I bite there too, hard enough to leave another mark, then turn him onto his stomach.
Nolan braces himself on his forearms and looks back at me.
His ass is round and tight, flexing when I run both palms over it.
I’ve grabbed it before, never with him spread open and waiting for my next move.
I press my thumbs into the firm muscle, then pull his cheeks apart and look at the part of him he has never offered me.
My cock gets harder.
One fingertip follows the crease between his cheeks. Nolan’s legs shift farther apart without me asking. When I circle the tight muscle, it twitches against my skin.
“You want that?” he asks.
“All of it.”
I bend and put my mouth on him.
Nolan’s elbows slide out. The first sound he makes is shocked and low, muffled against the cover as I lick over him again. His skin tastes faintly of sweat. I hold him open and use the flat of my tongue, wetting him until the tight circle loosens under my mouth.
His hole puckers when I circle it, and I feel every response against my tongue. Nolan tries to lift his hips higher. I flatten one hand across the base of his back and hold him where I want him while I lick faster, then suck until his ass clenches between my hands.
His hips lift when I push the tip of my tongue inside.
I follow, slow at first, then harder when he rocks back for more.
Every rough breath into the bed feeds the heat under my skin.
I drag my tongue over him and feel his back tighten, his ass pressing into my face to take more.
When I pull away, he follows my mouth. I make him wait one breath before licking into him again.
“Ben.” My name breaks in the middle when I suck at the rim and push my tongue in again.
The sounds he’s making tell me I could keep him here until he comes against the mattress. My cock aches against the edge of the bed, and I lift my head.
The drawer beside the bed opens. Nolan reaches into it blindly and comes out with the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. He tears one off and drops it beside my knee.
Then he looks back at me and doesn’t look away. My cock jerks against the mattress as I pick up the lube.
Nolan settles onto his forearms again while I slick one finger. I rub over his hole, feeling it tighten before I ease the tip inside. His breath leaves him in a long pull, and I keep the pressure steady until his body gives.
Heat closes around my finger. I work it deeper a little at a time, watching the tension leave the muscles in his back. When I reach the knuckle, Nolan pushes back and takes the rest.
“More,” he says into the bed.
I draw out slowly, add lube, and press in with two. The stretch makes his fingers dig into the cover. I stop there, moving only when his grip eases and his hips come back toward my hand.
He takes my fingers farther with every pass. I spread them carefully, working him open while my other hand moves over his ass and down the back of his thigh. His cock rubs the bed each time he pushes back.
“Up,” Nolan says, breathless.
I change the angle and curl my fingers.
His hips jerk off the bed. A wet spot darkens the white cover under his cock, and the sound he makes goes through me like a hit.
I press there again.
“Fuck. Yeah.” Nolan’s head drops between his arms. “Right there.”
The next slow stroke pulls a moan out of him. I learn the angle and use it until his thighs start shaking, then ease off and reach for more lube.
I work a third finger in beside the others. Nolan reaches back and catches my wrist when the stretch hits, so I stop with only the tips inside him. His grip stays there while he breathes. When the tension leaves his thighs, he pushes my wrist toward him.
The rest goes in slowly. I rub my free hand over his hip while I open my fingers inside him, keeping every movement shallow until he starts fucking himself back onto them.
His hold on my wrist loosens. I go deeper, scissoring until the tight muscle gives around my knuckles and he is making those low sounds into the bed again.
Then I slide my fingers free.
Nolan makes an angry sound and turns onto his back. “Why did you stop?”
“I want my cock in you.”
His mouth stays open, but the question is gone.
I pick up the condom. The wrapper tears unevenly because my fingers are slick, but I get it open and roll the condom down my cock. Nolan watches every movement from the bed, one hand wrapped loosely around himself.