surprised he could utter a coherent sentence.
Ben grinned evilly from his position near Austin’s balls. “Bicycle.”
After a while, Austin learned that Ben had an agile tongue and just enough of a cruel streak to make Austin beg. If they’d been doing this at Austin’s apartment, Kyle would be pounding on the door for them to quiet down. The neighbors might complain too. Here in Ben’s place, Austin was blissfully loud.
They quickly fumbled lube out of the nightstand drawer and retrieved the rubbers from the floor, where Austin had dropped them. But then Ben took his time prepping Austin—who was now on his hands and knees—not just stretching and slicking him but also mouthing at Austin’s asscheeks and smoothing the insides of his thighs. Just as Ben slid into him and began to slowly thrust, Austin realized they weren’t simply fucking. This was making love.
But Ben didn’t love Austin, and Austin couldn’t let himself love Ben.
So it was better to just enjoy the ride and make sure Ben got as good as he gave.
Austin came first, noisily, with fireworks and singing angels and his heart forgetting it had to beat. He was still shuddering through the aftershocks when Ben climaxed too, then briefly draped himself across Austin’s sweaty back.
After a while Austin’s mouth worked again. “If that was you out of practice, you’d kill me if you were really in the groove.”
“That was… good.” Ben sounded shaky. He rolled off Austin, removed the condom, and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.
Austin knew what he had to do next. What he always did next, on the rare occasions when he’d had sex at someone’s house instead of somewhere more public. Get dressed. Drive home. Go to sleep in his own damn bed.
But… Ben’s bed was nicer, with a firm mattress and silky sheets. And when Ben clicked the light off and curled around Austin’s back, his soft damp cock nestled against Austin’s ass, that felt so much better than lying alone.
“Good night,” Ben said, his breath tickling the back of Austin’s neck.
Just a few minutes , Austin thought. Then I’ll get up.
“S HIT ! S HIT !”
Austin awoke suddenly, disoriented. It took a moment for his dusty brain to recognize the swearing naked figure as Ben, and to remember he was in Ben’s bed. Meanwhile, Ben was fumbling around for the glasses he’d knocked out of reach.
“What’s the matter?” Austin asked with a yawn.
“Work! I’m late for work!”
Austin squinted at the clock radio, which read 9:03. Yep. Ben was definitely late for work. Austin caught his arm. “It’s okay, Benny. Sam’s not going to fire you over one late morning. Just call and tell him it’s my fault. Hell, I’ll tell him myself.”
Still without his glasses, Ben turned to glare. “It’s my responsibility, not yours. I’m the one who forgot to set his alarm.”
“Well… just call him. It’s no big deal.”
Only it obviously was a big deal, because Ben looked almost frantic.
Austin sat up, reached around him, and grabbed the glasses, which he handed to Ben. “There. Now you can see.”
Ben mumbled something and ran bare-assed from the room. A moment later, Austin heard him talking—on the phone, presumably—offering excuses to Sam. “I’m so sorry! I overslept. I’ll be in right away…. No, I’m fine… I’ll be there. Just give me a half hour or so…. Thanks. Bye.” Then some clattering came from the kitchen.
Austin got out of bed. He quickly gathered the scattered items of clothing and put them on; they smelled like JayJay’s and sweat. His mouth tasted foul, and his hair undoubtedly looked awful.
He was slipping on his second shoe just as Ben returned to the bedroom. “Sam says it’s fine,” Ben said.
“See? I told you.”
“But I shouldn’t have—I know better.”
“And I don’t.”
Ben shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.” He yanked open a dresser drawer and pulled out gray underwear and navy socks.
In a
Ben grinned evilly from his position near Austin’s balls. “Bicycle.”
After a while, Austin learned that Ben had an agile tongue and just enough of a cruel streak to make Austin beg. If they’d been doing this at Austin’s apartment, Kyle would be pounding on the door for them to quiet down. The neighbors might complain too. Here in Ben’s place, Austin was blissfully loud.
They quickly fumbled lube out of the nightstand drawer and retrieved the rubbers from the floor, where Austin had dropped them. But then Ben took his time prepping Austin—who was now on his hands and knees—not just stretching and slicking him but also mouthing at Austin’s asscheeks and smoothing the insides of his thighs. Just as Ben slid into him and began to slowly thrust, Austin realized they weren’t simply fucking. This was making love.
But Ben didn’t love Austin, and Austin couldn’t let himself love Ben.
So it was better to just enjoy the ride and make sure Ben got as good as he gave.
Austin came first, noisily, with fireworks and singing angels and his heart forgetting it had to beat. He was still shuddering through the aftershocks when Ben climaxed too, then briefly draped himself across Austin’s sweaty back.
After a while Austin’s mouth worked again. “If that was you out of practice, you’d kill me if you were really in the groove.”
“That was… good.” Ben sounded shaky. He rolled off Austin, removed the condom, and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.
Austin knew what he had to do next. What he always did next, on the rare occasions when he’d had sex at someone’s house instead of somewhere more public. Get dressed. Drive home. Go to sleep in his own damn bed.
But… Ben’s bed was nicer, with a firm mattress and silky sheets. And when Ben clicked the light off and curled around Austin’s back, his soft damp cock nestled against Austin’s ass, that felt so much better than lying alone.
“Good night,” Ben said, his breath tickling the back of Austin’s neck.
Just a few minutes , Austin thought. Then I’ll get up.
“S HIT ! S HIT !”
Austin awoke suddenly, disoriented. It took a moment for his dusty brain to recognize the swearing naked figure as Ben, and to remember he was in Ben’s bed. Meanwhile, Ben was fumbling around for the glasses he’d knocked out of reach.
“What’s the matter?” Austin asked with a yawn.
“Work! I’m late for work!”
Austin squinted at the clock radio, which read 9:03. Yep. Ben was definitely late for work. Austin caught his arm. “It’s okay, Benny. Sam’s not going to fire you over one late morning. Just call and tell him it’s my fault. Hell, I’ll tell him myself.”
Still without his glasses, Ben turned to glare. “It’s my responsibility, not yours. I’m the one who forgot to set his alarm.”
“Well… just call him. It’s no big deal.”
Only it obviously was a big deal, because Ben looked almost frantic.
Austin sat up, reached around him, and grabbed the glasses, which he handed to Ben. “There. Now you can see.”
Ben mumbled something and ran bare-assed from the room. A moment later, Austin heard him talking—on the phone, presumably—offering excuses to Sam. “I’m so sorry! I overslept. I’ll be in right away…. No, I’m fine… I’ll be there. Just give me a half hour or so…. Thanks. Bye.” Then some clattering came from the kitchen.
Austin got out of bed. He quickly gathered the scattered items of clothing and put them on; they smelled like JayJay’s and sweat. His mouth tasted foul, and his hair undoubtedly looked awful.
He was slipping on his second shoe just as Ben returned to the bedroom. “Sam says it’s fine,” Ben said.
“See? I told you.”
“But I shouldn’t have—I know better.”
“And I don’t.”
Ben shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.” He yanked open a dresser drawer and pulled out gray underwear and navy socks.
In a
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