CHAPTER5
BEN
Ben recognizedthe sound of his front door closing. He’d heard it enough over the past few months with all the slamming of it Cody had done. But Thomas didn’t slam it. Not even close. He tried to close it so softly that Ben wouldn’t even hear it. But he had. It was a shame that Thomas left so quickly—and without a word—because Ben would have gladly gone another round if Thomas had been up for it. Though, he suspected that wouldn’t have been the case. They would have had to talk and look at each other during the recovery period, and Thomas seemed like he didn’t even want to be in the same room as Ben half the time.
But Thomas definitely sucked cock like he wanted it.
With a tired grunt, Ben reached down and fisted his cock, still half-hard from the ferocity of his orgasm. His chest sat messy with drying cum and their mixed sweat, and he would have loved to wash the lube and salt away from both of their bodies, but he’d have to do it on his own.
When he stood, Ben winced, having forgotten how delicious the ache between his ass cheeks after a good fucking could feel. For no reason, he reached back and touched his hole. The skin was puffy beneath his fingers and still slippery from all the lube. His finger would have pushed right inside if he’d tried, but coming alone had suddenly lost some of its appeal.
He took a quick enough shower, making sure he was as clean as he’d been before Thomas’s arrival, then he climbed into bed. The night hadn’t been anywhere near the loss he’d feared, and he swiped open to One-Night to fire off a quick message to Thomas.
BenO22:Thanks for the orgasm.
BenO22: If you want me to return the favor sometime, you know where to find me.
He was shocked to find Thomas replied.
TM45968:You came while I was inside of you.
BenO22:Oh, I remember. I meant if you wanted to bottom. Do you ever flip?
TM45968:No.
BenO22:Well…if you want to fuck me again, I wouldn’t tell you no.
TM45968:What about blow jobs??
BenO22:You’re hot, Thomas. Nothing is off the table.
TM45968:Except spit
BenO22:Except spit.
BenO22:Goodnight, Thomas.
Ben plugged his phone into the charger and set it on do not disturb. He’d never been a good sleeper and the annoying app notification vibrations were always loud enough to jostle him awake. He’d wait to see if Thomas had anything else to say in the morning, and Ben fell asleep hoping that he did.
Seven restful hours later, Ben woke up to the sun streaming through the slats of the horizontal blinds on the opposite wall of his bedroom. He needed curtains. He’d repeatedly said he wanted to get curtains, but always managed to forget them when he was at the store. He checked his phone to find Thomas had read his message, but hadn’t replied. Ben tried to not feel bristled over the brush-off, but it was hard. They’d both agreed the hookup was only supposed to be casual, and it was very much unlike him to feel so attached to someone.
Especially on the tail end of everything that happened with Cody, Ben was looking for a rebound and nothing more.
While he brewed a cup of coffee, he texted his best friend, Lara.
Ben:What are you doing today, slut?
Lara:Slutty things, ofc. You?
Ben:Need to buy curtains. Want to come?
Lara:Is this a sex thing?
Ben:No, just real curtains.
Lara:Let me check w/ the mister.
Ben and Lara met in college and had been relatively inseparable ever since. In fact, it was Ben’s meddling that had caused Lara and her husband, Spencer, to meet. It was a story she loved to tell, even if it made Ben look a little bit like a crazy person sometimes.
