26. Ben
BEN
Nolan gets his condo door shut, and I can’t wait any longer.
I catch him by the hips and kiss him before he can put down his keys. He makes a surprised sound into my mouth, then drops them and grabs the front of my jacket with both hands.
I’ve wanted to do this since Micah said the word.
Boyfriend.
It has been stuck in my head through the rest of the party and the drive home. Micah said it like a joke. Nolan went still beside me, and I corrected him because I couldn’t let the word sit there in front of people I didn’t know.
Now I’m angry that I had to correct it. Why can’t I just be Nolan’s boyfriend?
What we have is good. I want him almost every night, and when I don’t see him, I spend the night thinking about the next time I will. He brought me into Marlowe’s and put me beside his friends. I liked being there until Micah made me name it.
Nolan pulls my jacket open. I shrug out of it without letting go of his mouth, and it drops beside his keys. His lips are soft from the beer we had at the party. I suck the lower one between mine and feel his grip tighten at my waist.
I need his hands on me.
My fingers find skin under his shirt. Nolan shivers when I drag my palms up his back, then leans into me and kisses harder. His tongue pushes against mine. The kiss turns wet and slow while we move deeper into the condo with no plan past staying close.
He gets one of my shirt buttons open and stops to put his mouth against the skin underneath.
I pull his shirt over his head, but his arms get caught for a second and he laughs against my chest. The sound loosens something in me.
I kiss the laugh out of his mouth, then let him work the rest of my buttons loose one at a time.
Neither of us rushes. We’ve been touching each other all week, and I know where Nolan’s body will be when I reach for it. My mouth moves over his jaw while he pushes my shirt off my shoulders. His hands follow, rubbing down my arms and back up to my neck.
I get his jeans open while Nolan works on mine. We stand there kissing with both pairs hanging loose on our hips, cocks hard underneath, too interested in each other’s mouths to finish undressing.
Nolan slides one hand into my jeans and cups me through my underwear.
My hips push forward before he tightens his grip. He rubs his palm over the length of my cock, slow enough that the fabric drags over the head. I groan into his mouth.
He backs me into the kitchen. The counter catches me across the ass. Nolan breaks the kiss, bends, and gets both arms behind my thighs.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts.
I land on the counter hard enough to rattle something in the sink. Nolan steps between my legs while I’m still getting my balance, and I lock my ankles behind him. The position puts our faces level. His pupils are blown wide, his mouth red from mine.
He reaches into my open jeans and pulls my cock out.
Nolan doesn’t look down. He keeps his eyes on mine while his fist closes around me, warm and firm, and strokes once from the base to the head.
My breath catches. He does it again.
Precome gathers at the slit. Nolan smears it with his thumb and slides his fist down, twisting just enough on the way back up. My hands clamp around the edge of the counter. The pressure in my cock is already close to painful.
“You like watching,” I say.
“Yeah.”
His attention never leaves my face. He watches every pull of his fist reach me and adjusts without asking: tighter at the base, slower over the head. Nolan knows my cock now. He knows exactly how long he can rub his thumb over the wet tip before my thighs start to shake.
I try to grab him through his jeans. He shifts his hips out of range.
“Nolan.”
“Let me.”
The words go straight through me. I put my hand back on the counter.
His free hand moves inside my thigh. He rubs over the muscle, then higher, cupping my balls while his fist keeps working my cock. His fingers roll them gently in his palm. Every slow stroke pulls them tighter against my body.
Then his middle finger slides behind them.
He presses into the soft strip of skin between my balls and my ass. The new pressure sends a hard pulse through my cock. My whole body locks, and Nolan’s eyes darken.
“Fuck.”
He strokes me again while his finger rubs deeper, following the line back until the pad brushes the edge of my hole through the underwear trapped beneath me.
The pressure is barely there. Heat breaks over my skin, and my cock jerks in Nolan’s hand, spilling more precome over his thumb.
He keeps watching me.
I can’t sit here and let him find out what another minute of that will do. “Bedroom. Now.”
Nolan lets go.
I nearly swear at him for following the order.
Then he’s dragging my jeans down, and I slide off the counter to help.
We leave the rest of our clothes between the kitchen and the bedroom.
Nolan hops twice while trying to get his jeans over one foot, kicks them loose, and reaches the bed with one black sock still on.
I don’t care. I push him onto the mattress and climb over him.
His hands land on my chest. He lets me kiss him until my cock is sliding against his, then rolls us with a hard twist of his hips.
I hit the bed on my back. Nolan settles between my thighs, naked except for the sock, and bends to kiss me again.
His weight is familiar. Being under it isn’t.
I hold the back of his neck and keep him close while his mouth moves down my throat. He sucks at the place where my pulse is beating too hard, then licks over one nipple. The wet heat makes my stomach tighten.
Nolan’s hand trails down my side. It slows at my hip.
The pause is small, but I feel it. He rubs his thumb over the inside of my hip and waits until I open my legs farther. Then he moves between them and cups my balls again.
“You can touch me,” I tell him.
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
His eyes lift to mine. He drags two fingers behind my balls, over my taint, and back to my hole. The touch is lighter now than it was in the kitchen. He’s waiting for me to tense or tell him to stop.
I lift my hips into his hand.
Nolan’s breath leaves him. His fingertip circles me, dry and careful, pressing just enough that my body pulls tight around the pressure.
I lift again, trying to get more pressure from one fingertip. My legs are already opening for him. I need him inside me.
“Fuck me.”
The words tear out of me.
Nolan goes still. His fingertip stays against me, but the pressure disappears. “Do you mean that?”
“I mean it.” My heart is hitting too hard against my ribs. I pull him closer with the hand at his neck. “I want it.”
He searches my face long enough that I almost tell him again. Then he kisses me, slow and deep, and reaches for the drawer beside the bed.
The lube lands near my hip. He puts a condom beside it, then comes back over me and kisses me until the tightness in my chest eases.
Nolan opens the lube. The first slick touch against my hole is cool enough to make me flinch. His hand stops immediately.
“Cold,” I say.
His mouth brushes mine. “Yeah.”
He warms it over me with slow circles. The pressure builds until his fingertip catches at the opening. I make myself breathe and loosen my legs around him.
Nolan watches my face as he presses in.
The first stretch burns. It’s smaller than what I’ve asked him to put there, and my body still clamps hard enough that he can’t move.
He doesn’t try. His finger stays just inside while his other hand strokes my side. Nolan kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, giving me time without turning it into a question.
The burn fades. What replaces it is stranger: the full, specific pressure of his finger inside my body, his knuckle resting against the most sensitive part of me.
I roll my hips experimentally. The movement takes him deeper.
“Okay?” he asks.
“More.”
Nolan closes his eyes, then slides his finger farther in, moving slowly until I have all of it. The drag when he pulls back makes my cock jump against my stomach.
He repeats it. Each pass comes easier. My body gives around him, and the pressure starts to feel good enough that I stop thinking about opening and start waiting for the next stroke.
Nolan curls his finger.
Pleasure hits somewhere deep behind my cock. My legs jerk around his hips.
“There,” I say.
He presses the same place again.
My back lifts off the bed. Nolan keeps his finger inside me and bends to take my mouth, swallowing the sound I make. His tongue follows the same slow rhythm as his hand.
He adds more lube and eases in a second finger. The stretch is sharper this time. My hand closes around his shoulder, holding him still while I breathe through it.
Nolan waits.
When I’m ready, I push down on his hand.
“Fuck,” he says softly.
His fingers slide deeper. He opens them a little at a time, then brings them together and thrusts again. Every movement makes me feel how tight I am around him. When he turns his wrist and finds my prostate with both fingertips, the pleasure is strong enough to blur the room.
I grab his face and kiss him. Nolan’s fingers keep working inside me while I push my tongue into his mouth and grind my cock against his stomach. Precome slicks the skin between us.
“You’re going to make me come,” I say.
“Not yet.”
He pulls his fingers out.
The emptiness is immediate. “Nolan.”
“You asked me to fuck you.”
I did. My cock pulses against my stomach as he tears the condom open.
Nolan rolls it onto himself. I have seen his cock hard a hundred times, had it in my hands and mouth, but it looks bigger when he’s kneeling between my spread legs and getting ready to put it inside me.
He coats the condom with lube, then lifts one of my legs over his arm. The other stays hooked around his hip. Nolan leans over me until his face is above mine and the head of his cock settles against my opening.
“Look at me,” he says.
I am.
He pushes.
The thick head stretches me wider than his fingers. My body resists, heat sharpening into pain while he holds the pressure steady. I dig my fingers into his back.
Nolan stops with barely the head inside. His forehead presses to mine.
“Don’t pull out,” I tell him.
“I’m not.”
His voice is rough. He stays exactly where he is while I breathe against his mouth. The pain eases, leaving the same deep pressure his fingers gave me, heavier now and spreading through my hips.
I pull him closer with my leg.
Nolan gives me another inch.
The fullness makes my breath leave in a broken sound. His cock drags over nerves I didn’t know how to find, and the stretch follows it deeper. He kisses me through every slow push, stopping whenever my grip tightens too much.
By the time his hips meet mine, I’m shaking.
Nolan is all the way inside me. I can feel every inch of him, the base pressed tight to my body and his cock filling a space that keeps clenching around him. He doesn’t move. His mouth rests open against mine while we breathe.
“Ben.”
I don’t know what he means by my name. It sounds like too much. “Move,” I say.
Nolan draws back slowly.
Every ridge of his cock catches on the way out. He stops before the head slips free, then pushes into me again with the same careful pressure. The second thrust reaches deeper. His pelvis rubs against my ass, and pleasure rolls through my cock without anyone touching it.
“Again.”
He does it again.
Nolan fucks me slowly, making me take each stroke from the first stretch at the opening to the heavy pressure when he’s buried. His eyes stay on mine. I can’t get away from what he’s giving me or from the way his face changes every time my body tightens around him.
My legs tighten around him.
The angle shifts when he slides his arm under my knee. His next thrust presses directly over the place his fingers found.
Pleasure tears through me. “Fuck. There.”
Nolan’s mouth opens on a groan. He keeps the same angle and drives in again, still slow but harder at the end. My cock smears precome over both our stomachs. I reach down to stroke it.
He catches my wrist and pins my hand beside my head.
“Let me,” he says.
The same words he used in the kitchen. I could turn us over and take control back until this feels familiar.
I leave my hand under his.
Nolan’s free hand closes around my cock. He strokes me once while he pushes inside, and the two sensations hit together hard enough that my head drives back into the pillow.
“That’s it,” he says against my mouth. “Take it.”
My body opens for the next thrust. I lock both legs around him and pull, needing all of his weight and every inch of his cock. Nolan gives it to me. He kisses me while he fucks me, his fist moving in time with his hips.
I thought this could be something I gave him. The word Micah used is still trapped in my throat, so I open my body and trust Nolan with this instead.
Nolan is still the one taking care of me. He keeps my hand down because I can’t stop trying to help and watches my face through every stroke. I’m taking this from him too, one more good thing he offers while I keep the rest of myself behind my teeth.
His cock drags over my prostate again before I can follow the thought any farther.
“Harder,” I tell him.
Nolan’s restraint breaks.
He drives into me. The bed shifts under the force, and my body grips him so tightly his rhythm stutters. Then he does it again. Each thrust hits deep, pleasure and stretch running together until I can’t separate them.
His fist works my cock faster. I hold on to his shoulder with my free hand and take everything he gives me. Sweat makes our chests slide. Nolan’s mouth moves over mine between rough breaths, never going far enough that I lose his face.
“Ben.” My name breaks out of him this time. “I’m close.”
“Me too. Don’t stop.”
He lets go of my wrist. I wrap both arms around him before he can put his hand anywhere else and pull his chest tight to mine.
Nolan keeps fucking me in short, hard strokes. His hand is trapped between our bodies, still moving on my cock. The pressure builds behind it, deep inside where his cock keeps hitting, until my whole body is drawn tight around him.
“Come with me,” I say.
His next thrust drives me over.
My cock jerks in his fist, come spilling hot between our stomachs. The orgasm rips through my hips and keeps going, every pulse squeezing Nolan inside me until I can’t breathe. I hold him tighter and hear him swear against my mouth.
Then his body locks over mine.
His cock pulses deep inside me as he comes. Nolan’s face drops into my neck. I feel every broken thrust, each one pulling another wave of pleasure through my body while his fingers tighten around my cock.
We stop moving at the same time.
All I can hear is both of us trying to breathe. My legs remain locked behind Nolan with my arms around his back. His full weight is on me, and his cock is still inside me.
I don’t let go.
Nolan lifts his head. His hair is damp at the temples, and his eyes move over my face like he’s checking for something.
I’m not ready to talk. I pull him down and kiss him instead.
He comes willingly. His hand slides behind my neck and stays there while I hold him against me.