by Sam Elswit
He shook his head. “No, sorry. I was just trying to prepare myself.”
“You know, we don’t have to do this. I’d love you all the same.”
Phil’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”
It was only then that I had realized what I had blurted out. I wasn’t even thinking properly. The words just came out so naturally.
“Ben… what did you just say?”
“I said…” I paused, wetting my lips. “That… I’d love you all the same.”
Phil’s face lit up like a firework. Before I knew what was happening, our lips were dancing together in a passionate, love-filled kiss. I melted into it, feeling my whole body swell with happiness. I knew, then, that Phil was the man I had been looking for. The man that would finally make me complete.
Our kiss continued as both of us floated into a blissful state.
Just as his tongue slipped into my mouth, someone cleared their throat behind us.
“I don’t mean to interrupt the make out session, but we are up.”
Immediately, we pulled away from one another. Phil was slow to his feet but with a little help from his bandmates, we managed to get on stage.
It was huge. Bigger than anything we had ever performed on before. Just stepping into the middle of it created loud, booming echoes.
Usually, I was never nervous when it came to performing, but this time was different. It felt like there was a lot more riding on this than any of our other gigs. If we wanted to make it big, this was our shot. We couldn’t mess it up.
“Welcome.” A female judge greeted us. “And who are you?”
“We are Farmers’ Market,” I said, taking the microphone into my hand, approaching the judges, trying to appear charismatic. I knew that personality was a big factor on these shows. We had to be good, but we also had to capture the hearts of the audience members.
“Interesting name. May I ask what inspired it?”
“Well, this band started off with my sister and I following in my father’s passions. My father is actually a big music enthusiast. We grew up to his plethora of old vinyl’s and his collection of rock memorabilia. He bought us some cheap equipment to start off with, throwing us into the garage with all the stuff we used to buy from the Farmers’ Market every Saturday. Eventually, the name just stuck.”
“Now, is your father here today?” Another judge asked.
“Unfortunately, no. He couldn’t make it.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Just then, my father appeared, walking onto the stage with his old acoustic guitar. The light-colored wood had recently been polished. The strap replaced with brand new leather.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to show my support for you and the band by giving you this.” He placed his guitar in my hands. “I always said you’d inherit it when the time was right.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Make me proud, son.”
I stared at him in disbelief. His guitar was one of his most prized possessions. I couldn’t believe he was actually giving it to me.
“Well, let’s hear what you got, Farmers’ Market.” With the judge’s cue, the lights dimmed.
This was it. This was our moment to shine.
Emily banged the cleft, starting us off on an energetic tune. She even did some flourishing tricks that got the ohhs and ahhs of the audience.
I slipped into the beat, my fingers plunging the strings of my father’s guitar like it had always been my own. The instrument spoke to me in a way nothing else ever had. I closed my eyes, tapping my foot, letting the music fill my soul.
Once Phil’s voice floated through the mic, the crowd was mesmerized. Despite his injuries, he sang his heart out, his every note perfectly on pitch. He even took the mic off the stand and approached the edge of the stage, his hand against his chest in the classic musician’s pose.
As the song neared to an end, I slowed the beat, matching Phil’s low, seductive whisper. Emily panned out, letting her head hang as the light above her blinked off. I strummed a simple melody before letting the notes fade.
Phil was the only one left in the spotlight. All eyes were on him as his voice rose to its highest pitch, coming to the crescendo of the song.
Goosebumps formed all over my skin. He really did have an amazing voice.
He lowered the mic. The lights went off. Everything was quiet. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my eardrums. My palms itched.
Suddenly, the crowd exploded into applause. People were getting out of their seats, bright smiles on their faces.
Farmers’ Market! Farmers’ Market! Farmers’ Market!
They chanted our names. The flash of cameras nearly blinded us as we stood there for a few photographs. Phil and Emily had wheelbarrow smiles that made them look like idiots. But they were my idiots and I loved them.
Eventually, we made it behind the curtain. There, we were bombarded with the other contestants who had watched our performance.
“That was amazing!”
“Where did you learn to sing like that?”
“I wish someone would write me a love song like that…”
“They are so dreamy…”
“Hey, dad!” I spotted my father by the exit, leaning against the wall. I jogged over to him.
“How did it go?” He asked as if he wasn’t in direct sight of a television.
“Amazing…”
“Yeah, we were totally on fire.” Emily chimed in. “Mostly me, though.”
Our father chuckled. “You always were a modest one, Em.”
“You know it.” She gave him a toothy smile.
“But, I don’t think I’ve met your exquisite singer.”
“Oh, right. This is Phil. Farmers’ Market’s vocalist and…” I hesitated for a second. My family had always been very supportive of my sexuality but I still worried how my dad would react to me dating someone so soon, especially after what happened with Andy.
“And?” He raised his eyebrow in question, giving me time to gather my words.
“They are dating, dad.” Emily blurted out.
“Em!” I snapped, eyes wide.
“Oh, is that so?” He chuckled. “I hope that song you just sung was for my son, then.”
Phil nodded. “It is.”
He smiled. “In that case, I know that you’ll take good care of him.”
Phil returned the smile. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, I don’t want to be a bother, so I’m headed home.” He pushed himself off the wall before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He sorted through his cash before he selected two crisp 100 dollar bills, handing them over to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, refusing to take the money.
“I want you three to have a nice dinner. Really treat yourself. And, by treat yourself, I mean go somewhere other than Scotty’s.”
“What’s wrong with Scotty’s?” Emily protested. “They have good food there… and even better beer.”
“How about you try the little Italian place downtown?” He suggested, placing the money in my hand. “Make sure to try their gelato. It’s delicious.”
“I’m sold.” Emily said the second she heard the word ‘gelato.’
“Okay, dad. Thanks.”
He nodded his head before disappearing through the side exit.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get some Italian ice cream!” Emily was practically bouncing in place with her excitement.
I looked over at Phil to find that he looked a little pale. “Hey, are you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. But, I think I’ll pass on dinner.”
I tilted my head. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
I sighed at his stubbornness. “Come on, let’s get you home. I bet you just need a nice, warm bath and you’ll be as good as new.”
“Mmm. That does sound nice.”
I handed Emily the cash. “Here, go nuts.”
“What
about you guys?”
“I think Phil and I just need some quality time together.”
“Oh, so you want me to get lost for the night so you have the house to yourself?” She grinned from ear to ear. “You got it.” She winked before disappearing after a handsome guy dressed like Elvis.
I shook my head before turning back to Phil. “Come on, let’s go.”
Chapter 22
Phil
The second I eased into the warm water, it was like all my pain had melted away. I closed my eyes and sunk deeper, using the edge of the tub as a pillow.
“How is it?” Ben asked, pouring some lavender-scented Epsom salt into the water. It fizzled above the surface, like tiny fairies jumping around.
I looked at him, one eye open. “Perfect… you should come join me. I’ll get lonely in here without you.”
Ben chuckled before he quickly took off all his clothes. Carefully, he settled behind me. His arms circled around my waist as I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. Against my back, I could feel the outline of his thick member. I shivered with desire.
“This is nice…” I murmured.
“Better than going out to dinner with Emily, that’s for sure.” As he whispered these words, I could feel his hot breath against the side of my neck.
“Mmm…”
“What is it?”
“You.”
Even though I couldn’t see Ben’s face, I could picture him smiling. Those cute dimples of his making him look even more adorable than he was. I was tempted to turn around and kiss him, but his hands started to move along my body, making me stop and wonder what he was about to do.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore, but I’m okay. Really.”
“You know, you didn’t have to perform in the talent show.”
“I know. But, I wanted to. This isn’t just your dream anymore, Ben, it’s ours.”
Ben’s toes wiggled in the water, causing it to ripple slightly against the side of the tub. I watched the movement for a moment before I allowed my eyes to wander up the length of his leg. “Mmm, you know, we have the house to ourselves. Maybe we should take advantage of it while we can…” I whispered, resting my hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently until he was spreading his legs. Against my back, his cock started to twitch, growing harder and longer.
“But, what about your ribs?”
“I’m sure if you’re nice and gentle with me, it won’t be a problem. Besides, the pain meds are just starting to kick in.”
“Gentle huh?” His lips traveled along my neck until he reached my earlobe, nibbling on it, tugging on the supple piece of flesh. “I think I can manage that…”
He turned me around, pulling me onto his lap.
“I think we could manage a nice little ride through the water, what do you think, baby?”
“That sounds lovely…” I nearly moaned at his words, my feeling of excitement heightened by his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.
Without another word, he leaned down, kissing my collarbone. He took his time, treating me like I was a porcelain doll he didn’t want to break. His fingers danced along my skin, drawing invisible infinity signs along my most sensitive areas. When he reached my nipples, he circled them slowly, toying with me.
Ugh. I both hated and loved when Ben teased me like this. It was pure Heaven and Hell.
His fingers moved closer and closer to my hard little nubs but he never actually made contact with them. I groaned in frustration, thrusting my chest forward, silently begging for mercy. No such mercy was granted.
Instead, his fingers continued down my happy trail until he reached my cock. It was definitely hard but it still had a way to go before it was rock hard. Ben seemed to sense this because he took my cock into his hand and started to stroke it, nice and slow at first.
I rocked my hips into his movements, closing my eyes in ecstasy.
Ben leaned me back until I was practically floating on the water. One of his hands rested on the small of my back for support while the other continued to stroke me. He picked up the pace, causing the water to become slightly more turbulent around my midsection. It splashed into me, creating a small layer of white foam on the surface. There would be a lot more white foam added to the mix soon enough…
“That’s it, baby…” Ben praised me as his fingers rolled my tip back and forth.
“Ah, that feels so good.”
Ben tightened his grip on my shaft, stroking a little harder, building me toward the edge. My toes started to curl as my balls filled up with cum, about to explode.
But, right before I could feel the sweet, sweet release of orgasm, he stopped. I was just about to protest when he pulled me into his body and kissed me – hard.
It took my breath away, making my lungs burn against my ribs, but I didn’t even care. In that moment, all that mattered was how good it felt to be with him. I was riding on a high that I never wanted to come down from.
Our kiss continued as our bodies tangled together. Legs with legs. Hips locked into one. Chests heaving into one another with our ragged breathing. When we pulled away, our eyes locked. We didn’t need to say a word to express our desire for one another.
“I thought you might want something like this,” Ben said, reaching over to the windowsill and grabbing a condom.
“You always come prepared, don’t you?” I grabbed the small piece of foil from his hand and tore it open. In an intimate fashion, I rolled the rubber onto his length, taking my time to make sure it was nice and snug.
“How does that feel?” I asked, squeezing his balls in my hand, pulling him closer. The water glided him right into my arms. I folded him into my body, taking in his scent, the sharp outline of his body against mine, the burning that rushed through my body as our lips collided.
He groaned in pleasure, tilting his head back. “Good.”
When he regained his composure, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap. His tip pressed against my hole, making me shiver with anticipation.
The water made it easy for him to pick me up so he could align himself properly. Then, with one well-aimed thrust, he plunged deep into me, filling my every last inch.
I moaned his name, holding onto his shoulders for support as he bounced me up and down, keeping the rhythm slow and steady.
“Oh… Ben…”
“You like that, don’t you?” He asked, his hands moving to my ass, where he cupped my cheeks, spreading them apart. “Do you want it deeper?”
All I could do was nod.
Ben smirked as he took one of my nipples between his fingers, twisting it slowly this way and that. When he stopped, my nub was as hard as a diamond.
Once he had his fun, he placed both hands on my hips and pushed me down onto his length.
Neither one of us moved. His balls were nestled against me as his cock throbbed and twitched inside my tight asshole.
“Ben…” I moaned, leaning forward until our lips came together. I immediately parted my lips and we started to make out, our actions hot and heavy.
Meanwhile, Ben never stopped. He kept thrusting his hips, taking shallow strides so I was constantly stuffed with his thick member.
I loved it.
I begged him for more, my whole body shuddering with the pleasure of it.
“Faster…”
Ben did not disappoint. He rammed into me so hard and fast that the water started to splash over the side of the tub.
I held onto him tight, my toes curling, my muscles tense, my balls so full that it was almost painful. “I’m going to cum…!” I screamed, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. This felt too good…
“Cum for me, baby.”
Ben’s words sent me over the edge. My world exploded with white hot pleasure that had me panting for breath.
He smirked at me, kissing me in the aftermath of my climax as he continued to fuck me harder and harder like his lust was unquenchable. My cock didn’t know if
it should calm down after the orgasm or if it should harden once more. Personally, I didn’t know if I could take another round.
Eventually, however, Ben slowed down, gyrating his hips into mine. His face contorted with pleasure as he grunted, biting down on the side of my neck. I felt his powerful body shudder as he came hard, holding me tight as he sunk back into the tub.