by K. Sterling
“You please me,” Ben announced as his hands glided appraisingly over Landon’s body. Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s fucking killing me. Landon decided as his erection drooled in suspense. Ben’s eyes darkened and his jaw twitched as they met Landon’s. “I will have every drop of your essence after I’ve used your mouth,” he warned and Landon nodded quickly.
“God, yes!” He gasped and Ben frowned as he moved over Landon’s body.
“You don’t speak,” he stated as his hips hovered over Landon’s chest before Ben’s cock pushed against Landon’s lips. Landon whimpered as he opened wide and Ben chuckled imperiously. “You are permitted to scream,” he said before he thrust deep and filled Landon’s mouth until the head pushed against the back of his throat. Landon moaned happily around Ben’s thickness as he withdrew and then pressed forward again. Ben managed to be aggressive yet tentative as his hips bounced against Landon’s face. It was almost perfect. Landon didn’t feel quite “used” yet. Maybe forcefully allowed to perform a service but not used. He moaned in frustration and waved one of his hands. Ben paused and impressively raised himself with one arm as his other hand slid around Landon’s jaw. “I don’t want to be too rough, Landon. I’ve never really done anything like this and we didn’t decide on like a safe word or anything. Not that you’d be able to actually speak with…” He stopped when Landon shushed him.
“It was really good, actually. We don’t need a safe word, I trust you. But the whole point was supposed to be you using me. So, use me. And don’t break character again, you were so fucking hot!” Landon insisted and Ben’s lips twitched before he squared his jaw and resumed his position above Landon. A moment later, Ben was thrusting deep into Landon’s throat and Landon wished he could see. In his dreams, he could see. He did his best to relax his throat as Ben drove deeper and he gagged. Ben paused again and Landon moaned loudly in complaint. He heard Ben swear softly before he continued. Aside from being a little rougher than the blow-jobs Landon normally performed, he’d rate the experience as vanilla. He didn’t risk making a fool of himself just so they could add a little theatrics. By God, Ben was going to hurt him if it killed Landon.
It took a few more frustrated grunts and moans before Ben gave in and was riding Landon’s face. After a lot of gagging, he felt Ben deep in his throat and his sack pressing against his chin. Which wasn’t comfortable, if Landon was honest. It felt like he had a really large cock in his esophagus. Because he did. But the idea of it had his own cock leaking like a faucet and it was getting harder and harder to keep his hands above his head but he didn’t want to break character and start jerking his own hard-on.
“Enough!” Ben announced firmly as he pulled free from Landon. Then, he was crouching next to Landon and his hands were cradling his face. Ben’s thumbs brushed away the tears that had streamed down Landon’s cheeks. “You did well. Now, you will feed your master,” he stated before he lowered his head and lapped at the pool of pre-cum on Landon’s stomach. Landon shivered with excitement and need.
If Ben had been hesitant before, he was the exact opposite as he attacked Landon’s cock. He sucked. Hard. Landon writhed and gasped as Ben’s hand wrapped tight around his erection and an almost violent orgasm was forced from him. Which was very like the dreams. Ben sucked Landon dry, as if he was trying to extract Landon’s brain from him through his cock. Landon was completely shattered and insensate but moaned at the loss of Ben’s warmth and weight as he rushed from the room. Landon tried to raise his head and call out but his body was still throbbing and his brain couldn’t get the words to his mouth. A few seconds later, Ben was striding back into the room and Landon sighed in relief as his head fell back and his eyes shut. Without warning, warm, slick fingers pushed into his ass. It felt like he was being anointed as Ben’s hands probed Landon’s passage and glided through the cleft of his ass and over his cheeks.
When Ben stood over Landon, slick and stroking his erection until it was glistening and large, it was the most surreal moment of Landon’s life. He felt as drugged and helpless as in his dreams but turned on and fascinated as well. Landon was in a temple and he was about to be gloriously raped by a giant, majestic god. Ben slowly dropped to his knees between Landon’s thighs and moved with the prowling grace of a panther over Landon. He ground his teeth and twisted beneath Ben as Ben’s thick length slid to the hilt, deep into Landon ass with enough force to push Landon across the floor.
“You are permitted to scream.”
Landon screamed as Ben rode him harder and deeper than ever before. Landon wasn’t sure what he’d triggered or what Ben had rubbed on them but he completely let go and fucked Landon like he was trying to force the soul from Landon’s body. Or scare it out. Landon would have reached for Ben’s hips, to hold them off for a moment or get him to back off just an inch, but his hands were manacled by one of Ben’s large hands. A beautiful blend of pain and pleasure tore through Landon as he came all over his chest just before Ben roared and slammed into his ass so hard, Landon passed out. When he came to, Ben was washing his face with kisses and whispering his name urgently.
“Are you alright? I’m so sorry!” He whispered urgently as he pulled Landon into his arms. “I got carried away at the end, I think,” Ben said and Landon couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled from his throat.
“Are you kidding? That was epic!” He gasped as he wrapped his arms around Ben. “I don’t think we need to do that ever again but it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Landon exclaimed and Ben’s eyes were wide as he shook his head in confusion.
“I don’t understand at all,” he murmured and Landon winced as he stretched.
“That was so much like my dreams. But if you did the things in your dreams every day, they wouldn’t be very dream-worthy. And it would probably kill me,” he explained and Ben nodded in agreement.
“That was amazing but I didn’t like the part where you gagged or that I hurt you,” Ben said and Landon sighed as he pressed his lips to Ben’s.
“I’m kind of proud that I was able to take all of you. I didn’t mind the pain and I got off on the rest of it though,” he said as he let Ben pull him to his feet. “But I’m going to be sore for a few days.” Landon laughed as his ripped pants and shirt hung from him and Ben grimaced.
“Those weren’t your favorites, were they?” He asked and Landon waved dismissively as he tossed the shredded garments in the waste basket in the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“What’s all over us?” He asked as he smelled his hands and Ben shrugged as he followed him into the bathroom.
“Olive oil. I grabbed it from the kitchen,” he explained. “It seemed a little more fitting than lube. I thought about honey too but the mess would have been awful,” Ben said and Landon’s lips twisted as he considered then shook his head.
“Whatever. I wouldn’t have noticed, I was so out of my mind at that point,” he said and Ben groaned. “In a good way!” Landon promised as he threw his arms around Ben’s neck. He was just about to pull Ben into the shower when there was a firm knock at the front door. Landon frowned as he pulled on a robe and Ben was rushing into the bedroom closet to grab his as Landon went for the door.
“Everything’s fine here,” Landon promised for probably the tenth time to a pair of cops. He offered to let them look around and they declined after they saw Ben peeking behind him. “I have an old football injury and my back acts up,” he lied and they nodded quickly.
“Great. Just keep it down the next time it ‘acts up’,” one of the cops said and the other rolled her eyes sarcastically as she waved them off and was already half way to the elevator.
“I wish my back would act up like that now and then,” she complained as she waited for her partner and the elevator.
“We’ll keep it very quiet from now on,” Landon crossed his fingers over his chest. “I’ll make sure I don’t do anything to bother my back,” he said as he shut the door.
“Did you even play f
ootball?” Ben grumbled as he turned into the hall and Landon shook his head.
“I don’t know the first thing about football. That’s the one where the guys run into each other a lot and one guy throws the ball and another tries to catch it at the end of the field? Right?” He asked as he hung his robe on the hook and waited for the water to heat again. Ben snorted.
“Yes. That’s football,” he mumbled as he pushed Landon into the shower. “You got your sportsball right and at least you’re large and athletic enough to look like you actually played football,” Ben said as he poured shower gel over Landon’s back and began to knead muscles. Landon hummed happily as he pressed his hands to the tile and felt all the tension leaving his body.
“I don’t think I actually hurt my back,” he said and Ben gave him a hard look as he turned him and began rubbing Landon’s thighs.
“Your everything is probably going to hurt and I feel better doing something to make up for it. I’ll probably have to spoon feed you tomorrow,” Ben said and Landon laughed.
“I don’t think it’ll be that bad but even if it is, still worth it,” he announced as he let Ben lather his hair.
“The neighbors called the police and you fainted,” Ben said and Landon grinned as he tilted his head back and rinsed his hair.
“Yeah. You were pretty magnificent. You were perfect,” he said dreamily and Ben sighed as he pressed a kiss to Landon’s lips.
“Thank you. I don’t know if I’m over this petty masculinity thing but it means a lot to me that you think I’m so virile,” he said and Landon laughed.
“You’re a fucking sex god, Ben,” he said as he leaned against his chest. “But I don’t think it’s petty. I think that with your upbringing and where you came from, it all makes sense. I just don’t agree and I think you’re going to have to work it out,” Landon said as he rested his head on Ben’s shoulder and enjoyed the hot water falling on their bodies as Ben held him.
“I will,” Ben promised.
Chapter 15
“We should go to brunch,” Landon said as he slid off of Ben’s cock and let his face crash into the pillow. Ben was still trying to catch his breath. Mr. Not Really A Bottom had been very demanding and impatient, begging Ben until he was driving into Landon hard enough to knock two paintings above the bed off the wall. It had been a few weeks since the Sex God Incident and Landon had dialed it back to what Ben would consider a “comfortable rough”.
“Brunch? We’re going to be for real gay,” he said and Landon laughed as he rolled over.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have a boyfriend I could go to brunch with?” He reached for Ben and pulled him on top of him. Ben sighed happily as he wrapped Landon’s legs around his waist and cradled his face.
“I guess we have to go, then,” he murmured as he swept Landon’s hair away from his eyes. Every time they used the word boyfriend a giddy rush of joy would spill through Ben. He loved hearing Landon say it. The last month felt like a dream. They found a balance between ignoring the whole Landon leaving thing and skipping most of the early relationship stages to make the most of the little time they had. Ben was constantly pinching himself, out of nowhere and all of a sudden, he had the perfect boyfriend. He’d never been so happy. “Don’t shave though,” Ben said as his thumbs slid along Landon’s jaw. He loved the scrape of Landon’s stubble against the pads of his fingers. By evening it would be coarser and leave a slight sting and burn as Landon’s face brushed against various parts of Ben’s body. Landon grinned as he tilted his head back so he could tease Ben’s lips.
“I won’t shave until Monday but we should probably take a shower and get moving if we’re going to get out of here before lunch,” Landon said and Ben sighed as he pushed off the bed and stared down at Landon. He was so warm and everything about him looked so soft in the morning. Ben loved waking up before Landon. The sun would shine directly on him and when it was really bright, everything around him would blur and Landon would look like he was glowing, like he was filling the room with light. Landon’s phone chimed and his eyes flicked to the right before he groaned and reached for it. Ben rolled away and swung his feet over the side of the bed as Landon sat up. “Oh.” Landon’s brow furrowed as he stared at his phone. He took a deep breath before he answered. “Good morning, Cassandra,” he said cheerfully and Ben pretended not to listen as he went to turn on the shower. “10:30? That shouldn’t be a problem. I was planning to be out anyway… That would be great,” Landon said as he pulled the sheet and comforter straight. “Me too. Let me know how it goes… Thanks, Cassandra. I’ll talk to you later,” he said then tapped the screen and tossed his phone on the bed. Ben raised an eyebrow as Landon walked into the bathroom. Landon cringed as he gathered Ben in his arms and backed him into the shower. “That was my real estate agent. She wants to show the apartment. It’s a couple that came by a few weeks ago and she thinks they want to take another look before making an offer,” he explained and Ben lost his breath, it felt like he’d been hit in the stomach. He nodded and pretended to be distracted with figuring which bottle was shampoo and which was conditioner.
“We should be able to get out of here in plenty of time,” he mumbled before he turned Landon so he could wash his hair. He used the time while Landon had his back to him to gather himself.
“A friend of mine opened his gallery this weekend and I promised I’d check it out. Do you mind if we stop by after we eat?” Landon asked and Ben jumped on the change of topic and the fact that Landon wanted Ben to meet one of his friends.
“Sure, I’d love that,” he said as he angled Landon’s head under the shower spray. Landon hummed softly as the warm water spilled through his hair and Ben shook his head inwardly as his body tightened and grew warm. They just had sex. And they didn’t have time.
Ben sighed happily as he stepped through the restaurant’s doors and onto the sidewalk. He shut his eyes for a moment, letting the sun warm his face and enjoying the euphoria of a full stomach and a light buzz from the two cocktails he’d had. The restaurant was a delightful little gem that Landon had heard about through friends. The farm to table menu had a small but well thought out selection of traditional breakfast and lunch standards. Ben was in heaven with his crab cake Benedict and was almost jealous of Landon’s blueberry pancakes with homemade sausage. They both ordered mimosas and bloody Mary’s which were served in mason jars.
“I could use a walk, how about you?” Landon asked as he stepped out and Ben grinned as he reached for Landon’s hand and twined their fingers.
“That or a really long nap,” Ben said as he smiled at a bulldog as it waddled by then stopped when he realized Landon stumbled. “What?” He asked as he turned. Landon was staring at their hands and Ben’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realized that he’d done it. “I’m sorry, is this weird?” He tried to let go of Landon’s hand but it squeezed his as Landon shook his head.
“No!” He said loudly as he stepped close and pressed his hand to Ben’s chest and smiled. “It’s perfect, I was just surprised,” Landon explained and Ben nodded in agreement. Landon’s eyes sparkled when they met Ben’s. “I’ve never done this before,” he said as his lips hovered closer to Ben’s. Ben licked his lips as he stared at Landon’s.
“Done what?”
“Held hands or engaged in PDA,” Landon said and Ben’s brows pulled together as he tried to remember if he ever had and who it would have been with. No one came to mind. It had just been so natural to grab Landon’s hand and pull him closer.
“If you’re not comfortable with it…” Ben stopped when Landon’s lips pressed to his. The kiss was brief yet warmth lingered when Landon leaned back.
“I’ve never done this because there was never anyone to do it with. I’ve never really had a boyfriend. This feels incredible,” Landon whispered and Ben laughed softly as he fisted his hand in the lapel of Landon’s cardigan.
“Neither have I, it just happened,” he explained. “You were talk
ing and I needed to touch you,” Ben said before he smiled sheepishly. Landon nodded then pecked at Ben’s lips.
“I know what you mean,” he whispered and goosebumps rushed down Ben’s neck. Landon squeezed Ben’s hand again. “Sometimes, I have to touch you to make sure you’re real. This feels like a dream,” Landon said and Ben wouldn’t have been surprised if his feet left the ground as Landon raised their hands to his lips and kissed Ben’s. The restaurant door opened and a large group spilled onto the sidewalk. Ben sighed as their perfect moment faded away.
“I guess we’d better go,” he said as he glared at the boy and girl that started to chase each other around them. Landon laughed as he danced out of the way and tugged on Ben’s hand.
“Come on, it’s just a few blocks. We can walk off breakfast,” Landon said and Ben put his arm around Landon’s neck. Landon’s arm wrapped around Ben’s waist and he decided that brunch with his boyfriend was the perfect way to spend a Saturday morning.
They flirted and laughed as they walked and Ben was a little disappointed when Landon led him into a small gallery. He wasn’t ready to let him go or stop being the center of Landon’s attention. But the art was impressive and it didn’t take long for something to catch Landon’s eye. Ben was enjoying how animated Landon became as he pointed out the use of color and broad strokes the artist had used to create what Ben would have described as a pale and minimal landscape when a tall, long-haired, olive skinned man called Landon’s name and rushed from the back of the gallery.