“Not at all. I’m not in the market to be their step-dad.”
Thomas barked out a laugh and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed for the first time since he’d arrived. “I don’t think they’re looking for a step-dad, so that’s fine. They don’t even care for their actual dad if we’re being honest.”
“And are we?” he rasped.
Thomas studied him in silence from across the table before swallowing the rest of his wine down in one go. He gently set the glass down on the table and shoved it toward the half-eaten plate of peppers.
“Honest enough,” Thomas said.
“Yeah.” Ben cleared his throat and stood. “Ready?”
“Very.”
Thomas followed him to the bedroom, not bothering to close the door. There wasn’t a need for privacy. They were alone in Ben’s small apartment. Just the two of them in the cramped bedroom with the new curtains and the lube on the bedside table. It felt like…something…had passed between them at the table, but it wasn’t anything Ben could make sense of. So instead of bringing it up, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.
“Did you have any requests for tonight?” he asked.
Thomas held his hand up, waggling his fingers. “I want to use my hand.”
“To what?” Ben shoved his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them, leaving him in a tight pair of briefs that didn’t hide much.
“Make you hard. Make you come.”
Ben bit the inside of his cheek and stretched his arm out, wiggling his fingers until Thomas got close enough for Ben to touch him.
“Do we get to kiss tonight?” he asked, working open the fly on Thomas’s indecently tight khaki pants. Thomas stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, then added his shirt to the mix. He was in a pair of teal blue boxer briefs that looked soft as butter. The elastic band dug into his waist, and Ben traced his fingers over the soft bits of skin that swelled over the waistband. Thomas’s skin was softer than Ben remembered and he closed his eyes so he could fully focus on the sensation of touching Thomas.
“Not yet,” Thomas answered. “Is that okay?”
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Ben dragged his hands around to Thomas’s front, reaching down and palming his growing erection.
Thomas sucked in a breath and grunted, pushing down his underwear and exposing himself to Ben’s hand.
“Do you want me to tell you how I like it?” Ben asked. “Or do you want to try it how you like it and see how that feels to me?”
Thomas stepped closer, hooking his fingers behind the band of Ben’s briefs and sliding them down. He studied Ben’s cock like there would be a test afterward, and finally touched him, wrapping his long and gently calloused fingers around his thickness. Ben’s breath left him in a rush and he tipped his head back, letting a moan tumble out of his mouth.
“I think I can sort you out.”
“I have no doubt…” The words fell away as Thomas tightened his hand and used his body to walk them both back to the bed.
Ben’s knees hit the mattress and he fell back, with Thomas coming down on top of him so close he could smell the wine on his breath. He closed his eyes because he wanted to kiss him and knew he couldn’t. And even if he could, that he shouldn’t. Between their bodies, Thomas worked his fist up the length of Ben’s cock until he writhed against the bed, his orgasm so close, but also terribly far away.
“You’re killing me,” he whined, arching off the bed and pressing their bodies together.
For someone who’d never been with a man before, Thomas absolutely had a handle on the way to touch a cock. Not to mention he was one of the best fucks Ben had ever had, and that was saying something. He didn’t dare think of what it would be like to bed Thomas once he got the hang of the male form.
“Can I kiss you here?” Thomas dragged his nose up the length of Ben’s arched throat, hand still working quickly between their bodies.
“Yes.”
Against his neck, Thomas’s lips were warm, his tongue hot. Ben could feel the flat of Thomas’s tongue as he gently sucked and licked his way up toward Ben’s ear. A shiver tore up his spine, and he dug his fingers into Thomas’s waist, holding on, pushing away, pulling him closer…
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Thomas whispered against his ear. “Messy and coming apart.”
“You’re gonna…” Ben’s lashes fluttered, his eyes rolling back.
Thomas laughed softly against the tender spot behind his ear before nipping gently at the skin.
