“I’m gonna,” Thomas repeated back at him. “You’re gonna what?”
“Come. You’re gonna make me.”
Thomas did something with his grip that caught the word in the back of Ben’s throat before he could get it out. He flew off the bed, arms wrapping around Thomas’s back like he’d be able to anchor their bodies together to stop himself from floating off into space for the force of his release. Thomas made a pleased sound and kissed his ear, a wet and sloppy thing with spit and tongue, and then with his hand still around Ben’s cock, began to rut their bodies together.
“You’re unbelievable,” Thomas whispered, hand still working furtively up Ben’s length.
“Can you come like this?” he panted, spreading his legs to make more room for Thomas between them.
Thomas dragged his nose along Ben’s jaw, sliding his free hand to the top of Ben’s head. He bracketed himself like that, hips pumping madly as he used the friction of their bodies and the slick heat of Ben’s cum to chase after his own release. It was very nearly too much. So much contact and sensitivity and sweat. Thomas spread his fingers apart and added his cock to his fist, which only tightened his grip around Ben’s already pulsing and tender length.
“Like this,” Thomas said, fucking his cock into his hand.
Ben could see the look of concentration on his face, the way he was focused on using Ben’s body to help get him off. And when Thomas’s orgasm crested, the look on his face was utterly magical. Thomas arched away, his throat arcing into an elegant curve that had Ben flying off the bend to kiss him there. He licked and sucked at Thomas’s Adam’s apple until Thomas shouted, back bowing and his entire body buckling forward.
Hot jets of cum shot from Thomas’s dick, splattering against Ben’s sweaty chest, and Thomas released both their dicks, quickly catching himself on the bed so he didn’t collapse and flatten Ben. Thomas’s whole body trembled, his cock spasming madly between their bodies, cum still beading from the tip and leaking down his shaft.
“You’re…” Ben closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.
Thomas flopped onto his back, pressing the outside of their forearms together while they both struggled to breathe.
“What am I?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
It wasn’t the right word, but it was close enough. There were probably at least a hundred better words he could have used, but they all bordered on not enough or a little too much, and even in his post-orgasm haze, Ben knew better than to go there.
“You’re going to give me a massive ego if you say things like that.”
“Well, it’s true. I’ll feel sorry for everyone you fuck once you really learn how.”
“Oh?” Thomas laughed and turned his head to face Ben.
“You’ll ruin them for everyone who comes after.” He rolled onto his side and tucked his hands together under his face. His nose was inches away from Thomas’s and he took the silent moment to study the lines and coloring of Thomas’s face. The way his features softened after he came and he looked happy, calm, peaceful.
Ben reached up and brushed some of Thomas’s hair back from his sweaty forehead, and Thomas leaned into the touch with a breathy whimper. He pulled his hand back, digging his nails into his palm to bring himself back to the present. Ben sat up, practically leaping off the bed to grab his underwear from the floor. He stepped into them and shuffled to the dining room. He poured himself a fresh glass of wine and leaned against the edge of the table, taking a large swallow.
Like earlier, Thomas followed after him, hesitating in the hallway and giving him a long and slow onceover.
“You can’t convince me you’re okay,” Thomas said.
Ben wasn’t okay, but he wasn’t ready to walk away either.
“Lust drunk.” He waved his hand dismissively, hoping it would be enough to stop Thomas’s line of questioning. “You make me a little crazy.”
Thomas leaned against the corner of the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He sighed heavily, his whole chest heaving as he let out an audible breath.
“Sorry?”
Ben rolled his eyes and took another drink of his wine. “Are you?”
“Not really,” Thomas whispered. “I don’t think I am.”
Ben poured the rest of the wine down his throat and smacked his lips together. He needed to get out of his head and back into Thomas’s pants. That had been the idea all along. The best way to get over Cody was to get under someone else, and that someone else was Thomas. It shouldn’t matter how handsome he was, or how capable he turned out to be in bed. Thomas wanted him as a practice run and he wanted Thomas as a rebound, and that was what they’d both get. Thomas had delivered on his end of the deal; now it was up to Ben to do the rest.
“Anyway,” he said, setting down his glass and heading back toward Thomas. He backed Thomas against the wall, crowding him in. Ben spit in his hand and reached behind the waistband of Thomas’s underwear, curling his fingers and making a loose fist around his still plump cock. “Earlier was great, but let me show you another way to do it.”
CHAPTER10
