New Neighbor

by Kelex

  Chapter Five

  Back at his building…

  Benji stood before Mac’s door a solid two minutes before finally lifting his hand and knocking.

  When the door opened, Mac looked terrible. His eyes and nose were red. Dark circles lay under his eyes. He simply looked exhausted.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” Mac said, but his voice was raw and nasally. “No. I feel like shit.”

  “Anything I can do to help?”

  Mac shrugged. “Marines don’t get sick.”

  “I hate to tell you this… but this Marine looks and sounds pretty damned sick.”

  Mac sighed. “I feel like hell. One of the gym members came in sniffling like crazy and asked me to help her on the machines. I should’ve known she was carrying the plague.”

  Benji looked past Mac and saw the apartment was still mostly unpacked. The place was a barren space, half filled with boxes. It wasn’t home. Not yet. And the one time someone needed to feel at home was when they were sick.

  “Come with me. You need a change of venue.”

  Mac frowned. “I don’t want to get you sick, too. It’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

  Benji smiled. “I have an iron constitution. After being around walking plague carriers at school, it helps make you stronger.”

  “If you say so.” He grabbed a box of Kleenex and a glass before he trailed after Ben into the apartment.

  “Take a seat—the couch, the chair—wherever you’re most comfortable,” Ben said.

  Once Mac spread out on the couch, Ben started a batch of his tea. He added some honey and lemon to it before bringing a cup over. “Here. This should help that sore throat of yours.”

  Mac took it and thanked Ben. After one sip, he moaned. “Damn, that feels good.” He took another.

  “You hungry?”

  “Yes and no,” Mac answered.

  “Chicken soup? It’s canned… not the real stuff, but it should help some.”

  Mac sighed. “I can try.”

  Benji opened the can and started the pot to warm. Once it was in the pan, he walked over to the couch. “I should’ve checked on you sooner.”

  Mac met his stare. “I thought you were avoiding me, too. And not for a good reason.”

  “I wasn’t.” Benji clasped his fingers and looked down at his hands before finally lifting his stare. “I was too chicken shit to tell you that you weren’t wrong. About me. I am.”

  “Interested?”

  Benji nodded. “Very much so.”

  Mac smiled slightly. “And now you tell me. When I’m teeming with bacteria.”

  Benji grinned. “I can wait. As long as you promise me you will survive.”

  “Man, I don’t know. I don’t recall ever feeling like this.”

  Benji walked over and felt Mac’s forehead. He was burning up. “You take anything?”

  Mac pulled a foil pack of cold medicine from his pocket and showed it to Benji. “Some cold medicine I got at CVS.”

  Benji frowned. Mac needed something more. He went back to the kitchen, washed his hands, and then got the soup together. Once he’d brought the bowl, a bottle of water, and laid them both on the coffee table, he grabbed his keys.

  “Go ahead and eat. I’m going to go grab some stuff at the store.”

  “Don’t go on my account,” Mac said.

  “No, I just need a few things,” Benji fibbed. He paused at the door, making sure Mac was eating. Once he saw the first bite, he left.

  When he came back an hour later, arms laden with groceries and flu medicine, he saw Mac passed out on the couch. He smiled and quickly put the groceries away. Once done, he grabbed the flu meds and walked over to Mac.

  He sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at his sleeping bear. A smile crossed his lips. Mac was too big for his couch. He brushed a hand over Mac’s forehead, still worried about the fever. Benji roused Mac, though he didn’t want to, just to get the meds into him.

  Mac’s golden gaze met his, looking surprised and exhausted.

  “I got you some proper flu medicine,” Benji said, offering two pills.

  “I told you that you didn’t need to go out for me.”

  “I needed a few things. I grabbed these along the way,” he answered.

  Mac took the pills and washed them down with the water. He then rested his head back against the throw pillow. “Thank you.” He stretched a little. “I really should leave before I get you sick.”

  “Iron constitution, remember?”

  Mac smiled slightly and stretched again.

  “This couch is too small for you. Go crawl into my bed.”

  Mac frowned. “I can’t kick you out of your own bed.”

  “Who said you were kicking me out?” Benji asked, lifting a brow.

  Mac chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

  He rose and shuffled into the bedroom. Benji went about making some of his grandmother’s soup—the one she always made for him when he was sick. Mac slept the afternoon away, only awakening when Benji came in with the next dose of flu meds.

  Later that evening, he brought Mac a bowl of steaming soup in bed.

  “That smells amazing,” Mac said. “And I can barely smell anything.”

  “My grandmother’s soup is a cure-all.”

  Mac’s hand paused, the first spoonful in it. “You made this for me?”

  “From scratch. It won’t be as good as hers, of course, but it might be good enough to work its magic.”

  Mac paused, watching him a moment, before finally taking a spoonful. “Mmmmmmm. Magic or no… it tastes really good.”

  Benji reached for Mac’s forehead, and the man felt a little cooler. Only a little.

  He sat watching Mac eat for a few bites. “I hope you don’t mind me dragging you over here and telling you what to do.”

  “Mind? Why would I mind?”

  “Well, I did force you over here.”

  “Force? Not hardly.” He paused, taking another bite. “I can’t remember the last time I had someone to take care of me. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”

  Benji smiled.

  “Especially with it being you.”

  Benji met Mac’s stare.

  Mac lifted a hand and caressed Benji’s cheek. “I’d kiss you, but iron constitution or not, I’m not kissing you sick.”

  Benji felt the disappointment within. He didn’t care one lick. He’d been obsessed with getting that kiss. Instead of just going for it, he grabbed Mac’s tray and took the dishes into the kitchen. By the time he’d cleaned up and put the leftover soup away, Mac was passed out again.

  Benji changed into his pajamas and crawled in beside Mac.

  Who quickly and sleepily pulled him closer.

  He almost sighed, his head resting on Mac’s chest—two big arms wrapped around him.

  * * * *

  The Plague, Act II

  Early that next morning, Benji awoke. The sun was only a gray light in the sky. Mac was still asleep—but covered in sweat. He lifted a hand to the man’s forehead. No fever.

  A smile crossed his lips.

  “It was the chicken soup,” Mac whispered, his eyes still closed.

  Those eyes opened, and he smiled up at Benji.

  “Let’s get you in the shower,” he said.

  “You joining me?” Mac asked.

  “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet,” Benji answered.

  Mac chuckled. “Give me at least one more day.”

  After Mac was in the shower, Benji changed the sheets as quickly as he could. The water was still running when he was done… and he realized he wanted a shower, too.

  Peeling off his pajamas, he strolled into the bathroom, trying not to feel ashamed of his lack of muscle.

  “I didn’t mean to use up all your hot water. It just felt so good.” Mac turned, his stare going wide.

  “Got room in there for me?”

  Mac opened the glass door and grabbed Benji’s hand, yanking
into the shower and under the spray. He wrapped those big, strong arms around Benji. “Glad you changed your mind.”

  “I changed the sheets. I didn’t want to crawl back in dirty.”

  “Good idea,” Mac said before pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

  It wasn’t the one on the lips he desperately wanted, but it was better than nothing. He closed his eyes, loving both the relaxing warm water and the heat from Mac’s naked body against him. He reached for the body wash and poured some into his hand before turning in Mac’s arms and soaping the man’s chest.

  Mac sighed, stepping back a little to give Benji more room. He moved up from the chest to Mac’s shoulders, neck and arms before turning the man and scrubbing from the shoulders down to that perfect ass.

  He massaged both globes, loving the feel of the strong, firm flesh there. “You’ve got a bit of a bubble butt.”

  Mac chuckled. “Is that a problem?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Yours is pretty nice, too.”

  Benji scoffed. “I have no ass.”

  Mac spun to face him before pinning him to the tiled wall. He could feel Mac’s thick, hard cock pressing against his stomach. Benji was just as hard, aching for Mac.

  “You need to stop thinking like that. You’re not a weakling. Far from it. You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

  Benji had never had anyone say that to him. Nor had he ever felt wanted in the way Mac wanted him.

  “I know I need to stop being so hard on myself. It’s just hard when I’ve spent my whole life being ignored.”

  “You just didn’t have the right person looking in your direction,” Mac said. “That changes now.”

  He took the body wash and poured some out into his own palm. And then he went to work—soaping Benji’s body just as he’d been washed.

  Mac slowly massaged his flesh, leaving a hot trail along the way. Benji felt boneless by the end of it… and ready to melt in Mac’s hands. When the water turned lukewarm, they rinsed off and he turned off the spray.

  Mac helped dry him off instead of himself. “I could touch you all day, every day.”

  Benji wanted Mac so badly…

  “You’re just getting over the flu. We should wait,” Benji said.

  “Wait? You’re killing me,” Mac murmured. But after drying off, he leaned against the counter, looking wiped out.

  “Back to bed,” Benji insisted.

  They spent most of the day in bed, sleeping here and there. Benji made sure Mac got his meds and fed them both. By the afternoon, Mac was looking more himself.

  “That soup really did the trick,” Benji said, smiling.

  “No,” Mac said. “I think it was the care I got.”

  He pulled Benji into his arms and rolled until he was on top. “I feel much, much better.”

  Benji smiled. “Oh do you?”

  “Twice you’ve killed me in that bathroom,” Mac whispered.

  Benji frowned. “What?”

  “I left the door open when I showered last week… hoping you’d see it was an invitation. But you didn’t come in. And then earlier… getting me all worked up and then sending me to bed. Not fair.”

  “That was an invitation? You leaving the door wide open?”

  Mac grinned. “You did see it. I wondered.”

  “Of course I saw it,” he said, his face growing red. “I felt terrible for peeking.”

  “I wanted to drag you in there,” Mac murmured against his ear. “Pin you against these shower tiles and fuck the life out of you.”

  “What stopped you?” Ben asked breathlessly.

  “You. I wasn’t sure you wanted me.”

  “I did,” Ben whispered. “I do.”

  “Good to know.”

  Mac kissed him… finally. He captured Benji’s mouth, kissing him greedily. Their naked bodies writhed together, hands reaching… massaging… tweaking…

  Benji moaned against Mac’s mouth… but a thought came to mind. He pulled his lips away and looked up. “I need you to know… I’ve never been with a guy.”

  Mac slowed his movements. “You haven’t?”

  “No.”

  Mac looked down. “Curious? Am I an experiment?”

  “I’m bi,” Benji said. “I’ve known it a long time.”

  “But never acted on it.”

  “I was scared,” Benji admitted. “Scared what my family and friends would say.”

  “And now you’re not?”

  Benji eyed him. “No… I’m still scared. But for the first time, the desire I feel is bigger than the fear.”

  A smile crossed Mac’s lips. “Good answer.”

  Mac left a hot trail down Benji’s body, heading for the hard cock jutting between his legs. One strong hand gripped the base first, before a hot mouth licked a trail along the shaft.

  Benji nearly came off the bed from that single touch. When Mac’s tongue circled the head before drawing him deep, he cried out in pleasure. His hands slid through Mac’ short, short locks, guiding the man to the perfect tempo. Mac understood him completely and went to work. That hot mouth was almost more than he could handle.

  Or maybe it was the man it was attached to.

  It didn’t take long for him to feel the rising heat within. Mac added to the pleasure—alternating between massaging his balls or tweaking his nipples. Benji stared down, meeting Mac’s golden gaze. They locked stares, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen—Mac watching his pleasure while his cock disappeared between those full lips.

  When he felt a searching finger play with his asshole, he nearly came off the bed.

  Mac pressed inside him with the tip of one finger, testing him, and he moaned his delight.

  “More,” he demanded.

  Mac released his cock, breathing hard. “You’ve never been fucked here, hmm?”

  “Nope,” Benji admitted. “Unless you count a dildo or two.”

  “Two?” Mac asked, his brows lifting.

  “Not at once!” Benji corrected. “I have a couple of them, I meant.”

  Mac chuckled before eyeing Benji’s nightstand. “In there?”

  Benji nodded and felt a little heat creep into his face as Mac rose up on his knees and yanked the drawer open. He pulled out the two fat dildos and the big bottle of lube. Mac sat back on his haunches, hefting them—one in each hand.

  “You can take these?”

  Benji nodded.

  Mac grinned. “Which one’s your favorite?”

  “The purple on,” Benji answered.

  He tossed the peach, fleshy one to the bed before lubing up the purple one. “I wanna see.”

  Benji’s eyes went wide. “What?”

  “I wanna see you ride this thing.”

  “Why?” Benji asked.

  “Because it would be hot,” Mac answered. “Watching you get off on this big cock.” He grinned before spreading Benji’s legs and angling the dildo until the head pressed against his hole. “And waiting for my turn.”

  Heat swelled through Benji. Mac’s stare caught his as the man slowly pressed the dildo into him. A cry tore from his lips as the head passed the thick band of nerves. His back arched as Mac drove it deeper.

  “You like that, sexy?”

  Benji nodded, his body tense with desire.

  “Seeing you take all this cock inside you is hot,” he whispered. “Especially knowing no other man has been there before.”

  Benji could feel his body trembling with need. He wanted the real thing. He wanted to feel Mac hard and deep within him.

  “I just wanted to make sure you could handle this without me hurting you,” Mac murmured before stroking his own big cock.

  Mac was about the same size as the dildo… maybe a little bigger. Especially in the girth department.

  “I can handle you,” Benji said.

  “So I see,” Mac said before sliding the cock out and back in fluidly a few times. “Now I can make you mine.”

  Benji trembled at those words.r />
  Mac slid the cock out and tossed it to the wood floor before moving into position. “I want to be inside you…”

  Benji pushed against Mac. “Oh god… please.”

  “You want me to fuck you, Ben?”

  Benji nodded, at a loss for words.

  “Tell me what you want,” Mac demanded before adding a spank to Benji’s ass.

  A groan of pleasure spilled from his lips. “Fuck me. Please… Mac…. Take me.”

  “You don’t have to ask twice,” Mac said before slowly sliding into Benji’s body.

  Benji sighed, the feel of a hard, hot man so much different than a piece of silicone. He groaned as Mac filled him, stretching him wider than he’d ever been stretched. When he was balls deep, Mac leaned in close and kissed Benji.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered hotly. Mac kissed Benji again, stealing the very air from his lungs.

  Mac began to move… slowly at first. The languid strokes of his cock brought Benji to the edge of the abyss. When they quickened, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Mac drove into him, pushing him ever higher.

  And when he shattered, he screamed his release. His body shook violently as he came, his cock spurting between their bodies.

  It didn’t take Mac much longer, either. His whole body trembled before he came. He shot his thick load deep into Benji’s ass, crying out with each pulse, before withdrawing, still hard.

  Mac rolled over, sliding beside Benji and rolling him to the side slightly. He then slid back into Benji’s ass from behind.

  “The night’s just starting,” Mac whispered into Benji’s ears as he began to move again.

  Benji’s head fell back against the pillow as Mac continued to fuck him. The strokes felt so damned good, but it was more than that.

  It was being held tight in a man’s arms.

  It was the scent… the sights… the feeling…

  No toy could’ve gotten him ready for that night, not truly.

  He felt claimed, in every way. His body belonged to Mac—who expertly took everything, and gave just as much in return. Benji felt connected in a way he never had—not with any of the women he’d bedded. Mac overwhelmed his senses and took total control.

  When his cock grew hard again, Mac’s hand guided him to another orgasm. They moved as one. Mac moved slightly, pushing one of Benji’s legs across him. It allowed Mac to move over him some and still fuck from behind… but it brought them closer, enough they could kiss again.