by A. D. Ellis
For the next two hours, we savored our cookies and shared bites of our favorites, sipped strong black tea, and enjoyed the background noise of a movie playing on the old television Rhys had brought to the upstairs apartment. When we boxed three cookies each—to save for later—we stretched out on the couch and cuddled together.
“I’m kinda in love with being in love with you.” Rhys kissed my neck. “I’m sure it won’t always feel this amazing, surely the high will wear off at some point, but I feel like I’m floating on clouds right now.”
I traced my thumb over his bottom lip. “I think we’re in that beginning stage. But in a way, we’re past that point if you think about it. We were at the casual hookup stage, then we started to hit that crush stage, then we had a bit of a break, so maybe now we’re a little further into it.” I feathered my lips over his and teased with my tongue. “Either way, I know things won’t always be sunshine and roses, but I think we’re stable enough to handle it. As long as we communicate and keep honesty and respect in the forefront, I think we’ve got it made.”
“Is it weird that I’m thinking long term type things?” Rhys frowned. “I’ve never thought of anything long term with a guy.”
“That’s because as soon as you found anything you could deem as imperfect, you bailed.” I pressed my lips against his and savored his scent and flavor.
Rhys chuckled. “True. But bailing all those other times left me free to find you.”
We spent the rest of our down time making out and holding each other.
After a great four hours greeting customers, discussing art with a few, and making quite a few sales, Rhys and I cleaned up the display floor, turned off the main front lights, and retired to the back studio.
“I have an idea after that game we played.” Rhys made the statement as he stripped his shirt over his head. “Get naked.”
I chuckled. “While I’m pretty sure I’ll like anything that involves being naked with you, what exactly is this idea?” I questioned but shucked off my pants and shirt.
Rhys gathered a tote of paints and brushes before spreading a large white canvas sheet on the floor. “I got these body paints the other day. I want to paint each other then make out and roll around on the sheet to see what type of designs we can make.”
I smiled and shivered. “I’m game. Is this going to be for our eyes only? On display? Maybe even for sale?”
Rhys pursed his lips for a moment. “I say this first one is just for us. Depending on what it looks like, maybe we make others. Why?”
“Well, I was going to suggest keeping our underwear on or at least jocks so no, um, leakage would get on the sheet if others were going to potentially purchase the piece.” I palmed my heavy cock knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop the precum once Rhys started painting me with long strokes of smooth, wet, cool paint. And rolling around on the ground in his arms? Yeah, there was going to be more than paint on the sheet.
“Good idea if we decide to make another one for sale. This one will be just ours. Maybe use it as a wall hanging upstairs?” Rhys shook each bottle of paint before flipping open the caps and pouring the colors into their own cups. “Turn around.”
I turned so my back was to Rhys and shuddered as the cool paint touched my skin. He rotated between long, sweeping strokes from my shoulders to my ass and short, brisk strokes as he dabbed paint across my upper back.
“So, this is a learning experience. As such, I’m realizing the error of my plan. I was thinking this would be a long, sexy paint session then we’d roll around. But if we take a long time to paint each other, it’s going to be dry by the time we get on the sheet. The paint seems to be very quick drying.” Rhys sighed.
I turned to face him. “Guess we paint each other quickly, get as colorful and messy as we can and get busy on the sheet.” I dipped my hands in two cups and scooped up a handful of blue and a handful of red. With a satisfying smack, I slapped both hands against his chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples.
Rhys laughed and scooped up blue and yellow.
I quickly found myself pressed against him, my own chest now smeared with red and blue as Rhys smacked his hands on my ass cheeks.
He turned me around. “That’s hot. Love seeing my handprints on your ass.” He hugged me from behind and continued to smear paint all over me.
We each scooped up more globs of paint and applied it here and there, up and down our bodies, before kneeling on the sheet. Rhys reached for me and pulled me into a tight embrace. As he devoured my mouth, he dropped us gently onto the sheet. We spent the next five minutes writhing, rolling, thrusting, and twisting on the ground as our bodies pressed paint against the canvas. When Rhys gripped my cock, I gasped.
“Don’t wanna come on our art.” I thrust into his hand. “Upstairs.”
We rolled from the sheet like kids rolling out of snow angels. The smeared and smudged colors were breathtaking. Knowing that our love created the bold, vibrant piece made my heart flutter. “That’s definitely going on a wall somewhere. It’s gorgeous.”
“Question is,” Rhys wrapped his arms around me from behind and leaned his chin on my shoulder, “do we tell people what made it?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I think it depends on the people. Maybe we don’t tell acquaintances, but I think family and friends can know if they ask.”
“We’ll let it dry and then get it hung.” Rhys trailed a paint covered hand down my stomach and took my hard length in his fist. “Speaking of hung.”
We raced for the stairs.
After a colorful shower, we fell onto the bed. Our warm, damp skin stuck together as I eased my lube-slick cock into his tight hole. Kisses, teasing tongues, stroking fists, thrusting and opening, our bodies became one. I spilled into him, pulsing jet after jet. Pulling from his body, I shifted and took his throbbing shaft between my lips and to the back of my throat. I tongued and sucked, fondled his balls, and pressed my dribbling spunk back into his body with my fingers until he shuddered and groaned his release down my throat.
“What did Kyson say about Taurus and Libra? ‘A unification of two halves of a whole?’” Rhys wrapped me in his arms and I snuggled against his chest. “I definitely think we’re the perfectly unified two halves of a whole.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’ve never felt more complete than when I’m with you.”
14
Rhys
“You know how we’ve been toying with the idea of closing the studio a few days a week or having the guys help with hours until, or if, we decide to get a part time employee?” Benji sidled up to me as I washed a coffee cup in the spare apartment.
“Yeah?” We’d played with the idea of testing out certain days being closed, but hadn’t decided which days.
“Well, I’ve got an idea.” He kissed my cheek. “Save me the time of explaining it and just tell me it’s a great idea and you’re in.”
I laughed. “While I’m sure it’s a great plan, I’d love to hear it before committing to something.”
“You’re no fun.” Benji pretended to pout. “Fine. So, my thought is to try out our closed day being Monday. Then we have Sage and Bode, maybe even Kyson cover Tuesday and Wednesday.”
“Okay, I’m fine with that, but what will we be doing at that time?” I wasn’t sure where Benji was heading with his plan.
“I think we need a few days of rest and relaxation. What would you think about you and me hitting the road to my family’s cabin? There’s a lake, a hot tub, a big kitchen, a huge bed, rain spouts in the shower.” He turned me in his arms and nuzzled at my neck. “Two nights, two days. We leave Monday, come back Wednesday. Just you and me. What do you say?”
I tried to think of some reason we shouldn’t take a little road trip, but I came up with nothing. Time away with Benji sounded amazing. “I’m in. But we need to be sure we help Sage, Bode, and Kyson at some point since they’re doing us a favor.”
“No worries. Our crew supports each other.” Benji kissed me. “So, w
e’re good? We can leave Monday?”
“Why not leave Sunday evening after closing time?” I let my hands trail down his back and gripped his ass. “An extra night in the cabin with no worries about anyone hearing us when I’m making you scream? Yes, please.”
Benji smiled and bit his lip. “Have I told you how much I love you?” He leaned in, angled his head, and brushed his soft lips over mine before teasing with his tongue.
When I opened for him, Benji’s hot, slick tongue danced with mine and I groaned as he rocked his hips into me. We eventually came up for air. “We better stop or the studio will remain closed at least an hour after opening time while I fuck you senseless.” I smacked a kiss on his mouth.
“Is that supposed to deter me?” Benji laughed and adjusted himself. “Fine, but I’m already counting the days until we can leave on Sunday.”
“Same. Now let’s go sell some art and mingle with our guests.”
We spent the next couple days creating, displaying, chatting, and selling. I couldn’t speak for Benji, but I had a feeling he felt the same as me. Holy shit, I’m making a living doing what I love with the man I love and people love my art. Did it get any better than that?
Sunday evening, we threw our bags into Benji’s car and hit the road. The Silver family’s cabin was a couple hours south of Indianapolis. We kept each other entertained with songs, laughter, and just enjoying comfortable silences. We stopped on the way for some groceries. Benji had checked with his family to make sure no one planned to use the cabin, and his mom told him that it was ours for as long as we wanted but we’d need to bring our own food because it wasn’t well-stocked at the moment.
By the time we arrived at the cabin, it was too dark to do much of anything outside unless we wanted to build a fire. We opted to explore tomorrow and stay in for the night.
We tossed our bags in the master bedroom and Benji showed me around before we unloaded the groceries.
“Tomorrow we can take the kayaks out on the lake and take a hike. Maybe do a picnic?” Benji put milk, juice, beer, cider, and wine in the fridge.
I stacked a couple cans of soup in the pantry. “That sounds great. So, what about tonight?”
Benji tossed ramen noodles my way and I surprised myself by catching the two containers.
“What about hot tub and wine?” Benji asked.
“Perfect.” I grabbed an ice bucket from the cabinet and gathered ice from the freezer’s maker.
Benji retrieved the wine and slipped it into the ice bucket. “Let’s set up the area and start the tub, then we can change.”
“By change do you mean get naked? Is there any reason to pretend we need swim trunks? Pretty sure we both know I’m going to be fucking you in that hot tub, no reason to put on new clothes that will just need removed.” I ran my hands up Benji’s shirt and delighted in the way he shivered.
“Fine, we’ll take the wine out, light some candles, turn on the tub and get naked. Better?” Benji chuckled. “Always assuming I want your cock. Maybe I just wanted to cuddle and talk.”
I snorted and rubbed my knuckles over the bulge in his pants. “Is that why you’re already getting hard? Because you want to cuddle and talk?”
Benji huffed. “Maybe.”
“Or maybe you want to straddle me and ride my dick until you’re a quivering, whimpering pile of goo,” I whispered and nipped at his ear.
Benji moaned. “Yeah, maybe that too. Maybe that sounds like a better plan.”
We laughed and headed outside to the screened-in porch.
I placed two wine glasses and the ice bucket on the edge of the hot tub.
Benji uncovered the tub and messed with some dials until the water began to swirl and bubble. He grabbed some towels and placed them on a ledge.
I found a lighter and set to work lighting the six candles placed around the porch. When I turned around, Benji had stripped naked and stood there wearing nothing but a grin.
“Come on, catch up.” He stroked his dick as he padded toward me.
My clothes were off and tossed to the side in five seconds. I closed the space between us and pulled him into my arms. Our solid chests met and my nipples tightened as his warm skin and coarse hair rubbed them. Our bodies connected from lips and chins to chests and abdomens to thighs and knees. I loved the way every connection was hard against hard, rough against rough, heat against heat. There was nothing soft or fragile between us and I reveled in the muscles and angles and strength. I’d been with other men, but never had my body fit so perfectly and felt so at home as it did with Benji.
We eventually made our way to the hot tub and climbed in. We sank into the hot water and groaned. The water was amazing. Benji sat on the bench seat and I nestled my back to his front. He rubbed my shoulders and neck.
“God, that feels amazing. Maybe not Kyson level amazing, but definitely good.” I leaned my head back on Benji’s shoulder and shivered as his hands trailed down my chest to my abs and back to my pecs.
“Yeah, well, Kyson’s massages may be top notch, but he’s not going to impale himself on your cock and ride you until you come deep in his ass, so I guess you can decide which one of us is better.” He teased and pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs as he kissed my neck. “You want Kyson here right now?”
“Fuck, no,” I gritted out between clenched teeth as Benji continued to toy with my sensitive nipples. “I want you to get your sweet ass on my dick.” I moved across the tub to a higher ledge seat so I could lean back and was more out of the water.
Benji followed me and straddled my lap.
I fisted both of our cocks in my hand and stroked as we kissed, but soon, Benji pulled away and shifted so my dick was nestled in his crack. He reached behind and directed my hard shaft to his entrance and inched himself down bit by bit until I was fully inside.
I’d never tire of watching my man ride me. The strength in his legs, his cock bobbing between us, his hands pressed against my chest, and his guttural moans each time I thrust deeper than before. Water splashed and sloshed all around us, but I focused only on owning Benji’s ass. Too soon, my balls drew up tight and I roared my release into his tight hole.
When Benji’s body had milked every drop from my cock, I slowly slid from him.
“You’re not done,” Benji murmured against my mouth as he kissed me. He pulled me to a different seat, a deep set one that put me level with his cock as he stood in front of me. “Suck me.”
I opened greedily and moaned around Benji’s shaft as he fucked my face. I loved the pull of his hands in my hair, the brief sensation of choking when his cock touched the back of my throat, and the dirty words Benji growled as he thrust in and out of my mouth before stilling and pouring himself down my throat.
A cool breeze chilled us as we caught our breath and built up enough strength to move from the hot tub. By the time we dried off and made it to the bedroom, I felt as if I could sleep for a week. We curled together under the plush comforter completely sated.
We took turns fucking each other a few times during the night and didn’t wake until late morning. Time away with Benji was proving to be something I didn’t even realize I needed.
I’d never been much of a nature guy. Well, that’s not completely accurate. I loved the beauty of nature, I just didn’t like the bugs and dirt of nature so much. But Benji and I spent about two hours kayaking on the lake the next day, and I was sure I’d never had more fun. The peace and tranquility of the water, the sunshine, and the sounds of nature surrounded us and provided the perfect backdrop for Benji and I to talk about anything and everything.
We enjoyed a picnic lunch in the cabin’s backyard and napped for a while cuddled on a blanket spread across the grass before setting out on a hike. As someone who wasn’t crazy about being one with nature, I was slightly hesitant to venture into the woods, but the paths were fairly open and no monster bugs attacked. The woods were quiet and peaceful despite the birds and insects serenading us with their so
ngs.
Benji picked up a couple sticks. Handing one to me, he continued walking along the path.
“Am I supposed to beat you with it?” I poked him in the butt with my stick.
He laughed and slowed up before grabbing me in a head lock and ruffling my hair. “No, asshole. It’s a hiking stick, a walking stick. Hiking is always better with a stick.”
We walked a bit deeper into the woods. When we came to an open area with amazing lighting, we took selfies with trees and plants as our background. Benji insisted on cheesy cheek-kissing shots and I wanted a picture of a real kiss.
The real kiss lingered and turned more heated than I’d planned it to be. Before I knew what he had planned, Benji backed me against a tree and dropped to his knees. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he stared up at me as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Pulling out my cock, he stroked it and licked my slit.
“Wanna taste you.” He swirled his tongue around my head and slid his lips around my length, taking me deep.
The suddenness of his actions had me ready to bust a nut. With the sensation of bark biting into my shoulders and above my waistband where my shirt had ridden up, I fucked Benji’s pretty pink lips with a fist in his hair to hold him in place as I thrust deep. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” My words were barely out when I erupted hot and hard in his throat. I shivered as he took every drop and licked me clean.
Benji ran his hands up my body as he stood to kiss me, his tongue thrusting my salty flavor back at me.
“My turn,” I growled against his lips.
Benji grinned. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled his hard cock out in seconds before forcing me to my knees. “Spread your legs and straddle the tree so you can be pressed against it.”
Uncomfortable in my kneeling position, I spread my knees and shifted backwards until I was flush with the tree.