“Second best, then?” he asked.
“Fourth or fifth maybe.”
“As long as you enjoy it.”
“I don’t hate it.” Ben sipped at his coffee, eyeing Thomas over the rim of his mug. “Are you sure you don’t want coffee? I can make you some for the road if you want.”
“I don’t live far.”
“Walkable?” Ben asked.
He nodded.
“That’s convenient.”
Thomas chuckled and looked down, suddenly feeling far too seen.
“Anyway.” Ben cleared his throat. “Plans or play it by ear?”
“I’d like to see you again.”
“I have plans on Saturday night with my friends,” Ben said, head cocked to the side. “But they’re not all night. I can come by when I’m done?”
Thomas hesitated, something about the idea of Ben being in his space feeling a lot more serious than what they’d been doing up to that point. But he didn’t know why it mattered. Ben had opened up his home; Thomas could manage the same. After all, it wasn’t like anyone was moving in. There were no closets or drawers being cleared, no room in the medicine cabinet being made.
“How late?” he asked.
“You turn in early?” Ben teased, no doubt a poke at Thomas’s age.
He rolled his eyes and checked his pockets for his wallet, keys, and phone. “Just want to know when to be ready.”
“Can I text you on Saturday and we’ll figure it out? I won’t leave you hanging, but I don’t know for sure what we’re doing yet.”
“That’s fair.”
Ben took another drink of his coffee. “Are you sure you don’t want one for the road?”
“I’m sure.”
“Then I’ll be seeing you on Saturday night.” Ben mock saluted him before turning away and going back into the kitchen.
“See you then,” he mumbled, seeing himself out of the apartment.
Thomas closed the door behind him a little harder maybe than was necessary, but there were feelings inside of him that seemed complicated and he didn’t know what to make of them. He needed the brisk morning air to shake him out of whatever had come over him in the entryway of Ben’s apartment.
He walked slowly, but with purpose, cracking his knuckles one by one as he counted the steps between their apartments. He quit counting at one hundred because his building was in sight and he knew one hundred wasn’t even close to being enough.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he told himself. “You’re getting attached because he’s the first man you’ve been with.”
He didn’t know if that was really true or not. It wasn’t like he’d been a virgin when he met Ben and there was no reason for him to be so attached to him. But he couldn’t deny he liked the other man’s company. Even though they’d agreed they weren’t looking for a relationship, and he knew Ben was only after a rebound anyway, maybe they could manage a friendship aside from the sex part.
Thomas made his way into his building and up to his apartment, his mood immediately calmed when he closed the front door behind him. The moody darkness of his space, paired with the luscious plants, was quick to put him at ease. He kicked off his shoes in front of the shoe rack before heading into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. It brewed quick and he carried it to the living room where he settled on his overstuffed gray couch with a happy sigh.
He rested his head against the back of the couch and took stock of all the physical and mental feelings running through him while he waited for his coffee to cool. His shoulders were relaxed, his muscles loose. Between his legs, his balls ached and his cock was tender, and he shoved his hand into his pants to touch himself there. Even though last night all they’d done was exchange mutual hand jobs, his mind was quick to take him to penetration and he groaned, thinking about how good it felt to sink his cock into Ben’s snug asshole.
In his hand, Thomas’s cock pulsed, also remembering the heat of Ben’s body. The thoughts were welcome, and his brain started to play with things it hadn’t ever entertained before. Thomas had never thought about what it would be like to be on the receiving end…to bottom, but he found himself wondering what it would feel like to take a cock inside of his body.
He’d never so much as had a finger up his ass before, and his immediate reaction was nervousness and trepidation, the earlier relaxation in his muscles gone as they tangled and tensed together with an unspoken fear of the unknown. Subconsciously, he knew it couldn’t bethatbad. Ben seemed to like having fingers and a cock inside of him. Thomas had watched how hard Ben got while stretching himself open to make room, and with that in mind, he let his own hand wander back behind his balls.
