The angle was no good and his coffee had already gotten cold, so he cast it—and his pants—aside. He took his cock into one hand and reached further behind himself until his fingertips grazed over his pucker. Recognition unfurled up his spine as he pressed the pad of his first finger against his hole. Fear and desire and want all rolled into one. It was curiosity, he reasoned, and he tested the resistance with a gentle push. Even as his balls tightened, his muscles refused to give way. He needed a better angle, he needed lube, and he had neither in the living room.
He didn’t even have lube in his bedroom, and part of him wondered if Ben wouldn’t be a better partner for his little exploration. Ben seemed to know his way around a man’s body and Thomas had no doubt he’d treat him with care and attention. His brain misfired at that, taking him quickly to a scene where he found himself in Ben’s bed on all fours, his ass in the air and Ben’s face buried between his cheeks, fingers squelching in and out of his hole.
Thomas shuddered, tightening his grip around his dick to stave off a surprisingly swiftly approaching orgasm. With one hand flat on the arm of the couch, he sucked in a desperate breath, focusing on the way his cock throbbed and burned against his palm and not the way his asshole clenched in anticipation.
He waited until his end drifted further out of his reach before he relaxed his fist with a pained grunt. He’d come so many times the night before, he was honestly surprised that there was any cum left in his balls and he worried another orgasm would have left him boneless.
This was…a lot.
It was more than he expected when he’d searched Ben out for the first time, and while part of him had known this was the road he’d end up on, it still felt unexpected and more than a little bit scary. He remembered what it had been like to lose his virginity as a teenager. He’d been headstrong and confident at the time, but hindsight and experience had proven him to be bumbling and awkward. He’d approached Ben with the same level of confidence as he had approached Jessica Gregory in high school after their sophomore homecoming, but inside, he’d felt much the same.
Why was it scarier now?
It was the same thing all over again, but this time he had a whole lifetime of the fundamentals under his belt. The parts were different, sure, but the ideas had to be the same. Make sure it’s wet, go slow, get off. It was easy, wasn’t it?
With a sigh, Thomas let go of his still hard cock, letting his hand fall against his thigh. He was glad there’d be a week until he saw Ben again because he needed to take the opportunity to get his head on straight. And if he couldn’t manage that…then he’d have to call things off before they got out of hand.
And while he didn’t know much about what was going on, he knew he absolutely hated the idea of that.
CHAPTER11
BEN
Ben restedhis head on Lara’s shoulder, the noise in the restaurant getting to be a little more than he was interested in handling.
“You’re tired?” she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the commotion of the room.
Ben wasn’t so much tired as he just didn’t want to be at dinner. The week had crawled by at a snail’s pace and even though there’d definitely been nights when he’d wanted to get fucked, he didn’t call Thomas. He didn’t call anyone. Instead he spent so much time with his dick in his hand it was almost like he was a teenager again, discovering it for the first time.
“Ben looks bored,” their friend Owen teased from across the table.
“I’m not bored.” He pulled his head off Lara’s shoulder and reached for his drink. They’d barely made it past appetizers before his attention started to waver and he felt like a horrible friend about it.
“Distracted?” Owen arched a finely plucked brow in his direction.
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“A boy,” Lara teased.
“A man,” he corrected.
“Oh!” Owen leaned in, glass in hand. He nudged their other friend, Caleb, in the arm, drawing his attention straight to Ben.
“What?”
“Ben has a man.”
“Oh, my God,” he protested, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have a man.”
Owen squinted at Lara. “So, is he a boy?”
“Would you stop?”
“Only if you answer,” Caleb said.
“Just a guy I met on One-Night. We’ve been hooking up for a week or so.”
