“Normally, I’d be working right now,” he said quietly. “My night block. I got it covered and I’m not even doing anything. I’m just… going for a swim while someone else takes care of my coverage. It’s just a fucking news show. I mean, it’s not even something hard and I can’t even take care of my own responsibilities.”
“Yeah, Ben, you can. Listen, you are allowed to take time when a person in your life dies, alright? And your Oma? She wasn’t just a person, Ben. She was your person.”
He nodded and clutched his towel tighter before heading for the French doors.
The night air was cool—I was thankful for that—and also appreciative of the view before me; a naked Ben lowering into the calm blue water. He sunk down all of the way, dunking his head beneath the surface and coming up a few seconds later for air, slicking his blonde hair back with shaking hands. His eyes welled with unshed tears and his lip quivered as he stared at one of the battered patio chairs on the deck.
“What’s going on, Watts?” I asked softly. “You want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “No,” he choked. “I just want—”
“To be alone, yeah, I know. But I can’t let you do that, okay? I know you’re used to getting your way. I gotta tell you, you’re a little spoiled. I love pretty much everything about you, but this is one thing I don’t. I’m not crazy about the mood swings and I know that’s just part of who you are. I’m willing to get on board with that because I want you. Okay, it’s not even that anymore. I actually feel like I need you. But, honey, this is where I won’t budge. I need you to want to help yourself. I don’t want you to push me away. When I want to help, I want you to accept that help, alright? No matter if you want to kick me in the balls and run away, I just need you to politely say ‘okay’ when I offer. Can you do that?”
“No,” he answered with a choked out laugh.
“Great. We’re getting somewhere. Now, Ben… what do you need?”
He continued to stare at the chair and took a few deep gulps of air. “I’d like you to kiss me,” he finally said. “Breathe me in or… whatever you said earlier.”
“You want me to… kiss you?”
Ben nodded. “Yes. I thought it was a little more polite than asking you to suck me off. I need a stress reliever and I like kissing. It always takes my mind off of everything—especially kissing you. You make everything disappear.”
I moved in between Ben’s legs and shifted him upward, lifting him up and resting his ass against the edge of the cement patio until his dick was in perfect alignment with mine. His arms rested gently over my shoulders, our lips almost brushing together. Gripping both of his firm ass cheeks, I kneaded them gently and pressed my erection against his with purpose, still locking eyes with Ben in the dark.
“You want me to make everything disappear?” I asked him quietly, slipping one hand around front to wrap my entire fist around his pulsing cock.
He gasped into my mouth, his warm breath mingling with mine as I breathed him in. My hand moved gently at first, just rubbing over the head of his dick with my thumb, collecting the trail of sticky fluid leaking from the tip before lifting it to my lips to take a suck. As he watched me, his own tongue darted out, licking over his bottom lip before he sucked it inside with his teeth.
I moved my mouth closer to his, finally brushing our lips together in the gentlest of kisses, barely making contact. That was, until Ben’s tongue snaked out and fully traced the entire length of my upper lip. Then, well, it was game-fucking-on.
I jacked him harder as Ben’s teeth clamped around my upper lip, nearly piercing through the skin, before he pulled off with a throaty groan. His head lolled back as I dove for his neck, immediately marking his skin just beneath his collarbone. It was meant to be a quick nip, but the taste of his spicy cologne mixed with the salt on his skin kept my lips nearly glued to the spot as he bucked beneath me, his rigid dick nearly crafting an imprint on my stomach.
“Shhhhh,” I warned against his neck. “Neighbors.”
Ben pulled up to meet my gaze, his blue lust-filled eyes nearly closed as he pulled me in for another soft kiss. “Let’s go inside then. I don’t want to be quiet anymore.”
Within seconds, he was up the small set of pool stairs and through the doors, dropping the towel behind him. I followed behind sluggishly, enjoying the view of Ben’s rounded ass as he darted toward the bedroom.
Ben was on his back when I got there, his hand lazily stroking over his taut balls, his long fingers dipping lower toward the crease of his ass.
I asked him again. “What do you need, Ben?”
He lifted up onto his elbows and stared at me, taking his time before answering. “I’m not afraid to tell you what I need,” he said softly. I felt as if I almost knew what was coming—what he would say—but I never could have predicted the words that followed next. “I need everything. I need you to make me feel like I’m on the edge… do you know what I mean, Jesse? I want you to fuck me with your fingers… I want you to slick ‘em up nice and wet and slide ‘em in until I feel it in my toes. I want you to lick me like a piece of fucking candy. Basically, I want you to reach down into that naughty bag of tricks and pull every single one of ‘em out.
“Whatever you’ve ever dreamed about doing to me, I want to see it.” Ben tugged his lower lip between his teeth. My dick swelled with each word he spoke as I watched a casual smile escape his lips. “Maybe not tonight, but I want to see all your tricks eventually. I want to turn you inside out. I want to hear you shout my name from that throat. But first, I want to suck that huge cock of yours. I never got to do that last night. We were in too big of a hurry and now we aren’t.” He got to his knees and began to crawl, moving toward the end of the bed. “Stay right there.”
Before I could say a word, Ben was on the floor kneeling between my legs, my dick nearly three-quarters of the way down his throat without so much as a cough. He pulled off for a second, a long line of saliva caught between his lip and my shaft. Working it over with his hand, he smiled up at me before swallowing it right back down with ease, not making a single fucking sound.
“Jesus, Ben,” I choked out, pressing my hand to his angelic face.
He smiled through glassy eyes and a full mouth, working my dick (loudly and wetly) until I thought I might come on the spot. I grabbed the footboard and focused on breathing in and out, timing every five-second interval before starting over again. His hand movements were brutal as well, massaging my balls, slowly dragging a finger over the crease of my ass… even sticking that same finger inside just up to the knuckle at one point.
“Um, Ben,” I told him, making the mistake of looking down. He was jacking his own cock with his left hand, massaging his own fucking balls… oh, Jesus. “Hey, Ben. I’m close.”
“Come down my throat,” he urged, lightly tapping the head of my dick against his tongue a few times for effect.
“You don’t want… you… if I do that—”
“Do it.” His voice was thick with urgency, sticking out his tongue for my release.
“Oh, fuck. Ben!” And there it was, a few seconds later, half of the sticky mess on his tongue and half on his lips, his chin, his chest… dripping down his neck. I had basically ruined him and all I could say was, “I’m… well, shit. I’m sorry about that. I sort of showered you.”
Ben dragged a finger over the side of his cheek before lifting it to his lips and sucking it between them. “Don’t apologize. I wouldn’t have stuck my tongue out if I didn’t expect you to actually come on me, right?”
I lifted him onto his feet and lowered him onto his back against the mattress, watching his beautiful blonde hair fan against the white sheets. Slowly and carefully, I spread his thighs and reached for the lube inside of the bedside table. Pumping a few squirts onto my fingers, I lowered my hand between his legs and worked my way inside of him with one hand while using the other to lazily jack him off.
Ben closed his eyes and moaned, his mouth open with lus
t, his dick twitching in response to my movements.
“Jess,” he whispered. “Fuck me harder.”
I added another finger, pushing in as deep as I could go, feeling him constrict against my fingers as his cock jerked again instinctively.
His knees began to buckle a bit as his eyes continued to squeeze shut, his fingernails clawing at the skin of his stomach as I pumped his cock harder, sliding my fingers inside deeper with each buck of his slender hips.
“Oh my God,” he whined. “Oh my God… Jess.”
My fingers could barely remain inside at that point, the lubricant providing a slick ride for Ben’s writhing body, but I knew he was close—it wouldn’t be long until he came if the way his cock twitched incessantly in my palm was any indication.
I bent to take him into my mouth, the steely shaft nearly hitting the back of my throat in one smooth slide. I got one, maybe two, pumps in before Ben erupted into my throat, a warm gush nearly choking me as I fought to swallow it down, continuing to pump my fingers inside of him while coaxing every ounce of his release into my waiting mouth. I sucked him dry as he shuddered beneath me, sort of twisting up as if uncomfortable while gripping my hair and urging me to cease all suction.
“Stop… stop,” he begged. “I can’t, Jess. It’s too much.”
I gave him one final suck before popping off and wiping my bottom lip with a smile. “You okay? You look spent.”
Ben breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling, not bothering to answer my question. I slumped onto the mattress beside him and began to look up as well, curious as to what had caught his eye.
“We should scrape this popcorn,” I said casually.
He continued to ignore me, his panting slowing down to a manageable rate. “That was… that was pretty fucking great.”
I reached down to link his fingers with mine. “Thanks. You were, uh, pretty great too. Your, uh… deep-throat skills are, uh, top fucking notch.”
“Told you.”
“Yeah, but, you might have sold yourself short there. I didn’t know you could, like, take it all the way back there.” I gestured with my free hand.
“Hmm,” he said with a shrug. “Now you do.”
“No choking or anything.”
“Nope.” Ben popped the p at the end of the word.
“And a master of the dirty talk,” I wondered aloud. “Isn’t that something?”
“Isn’t that something?” he returned with a wide grin.
Nineteen.
Ben
I wondered as I watched Jesse sleep, that beautiful bearded face buried in the pillow—was I supposed to be happy? Was I supposed to move on? Was I supposed to just let Jesse make it all better? Was he supposed to fix me when I needed fixing so badly?
And he was.
Fixing me.
He had taken me home that evening and essentially fucked me back from whatever state of depression I’d sunken into. A few skillful hands here and there had made me forget.
But did I want to forget?
Did I want to forget about Oma? Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be so selfish. Maybe she really was with Grandma Nancy now, if I really believed in such things. Sadly, I didn’t. Oma hadn’t either, which is why I found it odd at the end when she said she couldn’t wait to see her. But the end always brought people into an odd place, didn’t it?
Grandma Nancy also mentioned the afterlife toward the end, referencing her brother Stan and how she was excited that she would be able to talk to him again… to touch him again after so long. Not even Oma had met Stan, having died when he and Grandma Nancy were just teenagers—it was a suicide, Oma had told me, but she’d never shared the details. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t know them or if Grandma Nancy hadn’t shared much about what had happened. All we knew was that they were close and that Stan had never even left so much as a note. Grandma Nancy had never truly known why her only brother had chosen to end his life.
Maybe now Oma would get to meet him.
I traced my fingers over the broad spans of Jesse’s toned back, trailing them down toward the curve of his muscled ass. He let out a sleepy groan before a smile stretched across his lips, cracking his lids to reveal soft brown drowsy eyes.
“Hi.” Jesse’s voice was thick with gravel, but sweet like syrup. “I was dreaming about you.”
“Yeah?” My palm cupped the soft skin of his lightly furred backside, a single long finger finding its way between his legs to slide gently over his perfectly tight entrance, his smooth taint, and down to his taut sac, rolling each of his balls in between my fingers with a pleasant squeeze.
Jesse’s mouth opened instinctively, a rush of breath escaping. “Y-yeah,” he choked out.
I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder and repeated the movements down below. “And what were you dreaming about?” Squeezing a little harder, I demanded, “Tell me, Jess.”
“Fucking you.” His words were strangled a bit as my hand slid lower to grip the head of his cock, throbbing and pressed firmly against the mattress. “You… on top of me… oh, God… legs spread wide… fuck, Ben.”
I leaned to whisper in his ear. “You want that? Me, sliding down that rock hard cock while you watch me?”
“God, yes, Ben,” he spat, teeth gritted together.
“Then turn over.”
I reached into the bedside table for supplies and when I turned back, it was like entering my own dream, Jesse’s firm body centered on the white sheets, fingers linked together across his bristly chest… rock-hard dick pulsing in want. What had I done to deserve this? Why did he want me?
“Ben,” he said with a smile. “You’re overthinking things again, aren’t you?”
I tore at the condom wrapper with a slight frown. “Maybe.”
“What happened to wanting to see my bag of tricks?” Jesse grinned wickedly. “I was getting ready to show you a few.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“You want to put that thing on me? Maybe get it nice and wet like you promised?”
Here he was, trying so hard and I was falling back into my usual neurotic state when it came to sex. Yeah, I could do it and sure, I could do it well when I wasn’t being me, so… I just needed to snap out of it. This was a gorgeous guy. A gorgeous guy who loved me. Jesse loved me.
“I… I know how to do something,” I stammered.
“Yeah?” he asked through a million white teeth. “What’s that?”
I placed the condom into my mouth and crouched over him, using my tongue and lips to slide the latex down to the base. When I popped back up with a weak smile, Jesse’s mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.
“Are you disgusted?” I asked. “I shouldn’t have done that. I probably shouldn’t have done that, right?”
“How did you learn that?”
“I saw it on a porn once, so I practiced.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Gross or hot?”
“Hot.” Jesse swallowed hard and nodded once. “It was really hot.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I thought you were going to think that I was some sort of slut or whatever. I mean, most guys that know how to do that sort of stuff are like—”
“Ben,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t care how many guys you’d been with before. None of us are perfect. And I’d never think that you were a slut. I don’t do that. I’m not gonna judge you any more than I hope you wouldn’t judge me. We’ve both had sex before and that’s alright. I’m hoping that now I have you all to myself though.” He gave me a sexy wink. “I do, right?”
“Yeah,” I said immediately. “Of course. I would never… I mean, we said that… I mean, I said that I loved you and—”
“Ben, I’m kidding. I assumed that you weren’t seeing other guys. Or, at least I hoped you weren’t. I guess it’s a little late for this conversation, but… I just want you. And I really hope that—”
I cut him off with a hard wet kiss. “Yes, Jesse. Only you.”
I snicked open the bottle of lube and drizzled an obscene amount onto his achingly hard dick. If I was about to mount that thing, I was going to make it as slippery as humanly possible. Reaching back with a few lubed fingers, I gave myself the same attention, sliding a few inside slowly with a quiet groan.
“Stop that,” Jesse warned. “That’s for me. Get over here.”
I pressed my hands to his firm chest and lifted my leg over his hips until we were perfectly aligned, my ass rocking gently over his sheathed cock with the gentlest of pressure. Jesse moaned and gripped my hips tightly, a slightly high-pitched whimper escaping his throat.
“You like that,” I teased, rubbing a little harder with a roll to my hips. “You know, I used to be a dancer. I danced ballet… mmmhmm… for fifteen years. I’m pretty flexible, Jess.”
Jesse let out another low groan and nodded his head. “I can see that. You… you’re killing me.”
“Patience.”
I reached down for his stiff cock and guided it inside, bearing down for impact. Jesus, I knew it would hurt, but I also knew there would be pleasure there once he hit just the right spot. I just had to breathe in… let it get past the first few inches. Ohgodohgodohgod… breathing, breathing, sliding, sliding, sliding and… bingo.
“Oh, God!” I shouted, my eyes popping open.
Jesse was there—of course he was—drowsy with lust, almost looking as though he could come already, his eyes sort of unfocused as he clutched my hips and took these long breaths in and out. I had already found a rhythm that had suited me, the head of Jesse’s cock nearly smacking my prostate with every roll of my hips… it was even somewhat distracting at that point—I had to slow it down or I would be covering Jesse’s face with my release before we had even begun.
So… I focused.
I slowed.
I watched Jesse. I stroked his chest. I rubbed a thumb over a hair-covered nipple and squeezed. He shut his eyes and let out a groan. I rolled my hips in a circle and bent backward, pressing my palms to his thighs, arching my back… and Jesse? Well, Jesse just sort of froze. He looked as though he was going to die a little bit. So, I’d changed tactics. I’d bounced a bit, pulling up and almost off before plunging back down with a few loud purrs, stroking my own dick for him. But, Jesse had closed his eyes—he’d actually squeezed them shut until I’d smacked him in the chest.
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