“Jennifer hated plants. Said they attracted flies.”
“Do they?”
“Did you really come over to talk about plants?” Thomas asked, palming himself over the nearly see-through fabric of his underwear.
“No.” Ben pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor. “I came over to teach you all about anatomy.”
“Did you want a pointer stick for the lesson?”
He chuckled and popped open the button on his fly before shoving his pants down to his ankles. Ben held up his first two fingers and took a step toward Thomas. “I have that covered.”
“Who’s up first?” Thomas asked.
Ben hadn’t thought that far, and now in the close confines of Thomas’s bedroom, he found it hard to think about anything beyond how messy he wanted to make that ridiculously luxurious-looking white bedding.
“How about I show you mine and then you show me yours?”
“There’s lube in the nightstand.”
“Alright.” He had to get his head on straight and get his act together. There were a thousand ideas running through his head of the ways he wanted to make Thomas come and none of them were casual and few were friendly. He brushed past Thomas on his way to the bed, allowing himself a breath to grimace before throwing himself onto the comforter and spreading his legs. “Get the lube and come here.”
Thomas eagerly obliged, shoving out of his boxers and settling between Ben’s thighs. Ben bent his legs at the knee and reached between his legs, cupping his balls and raising them up to expose himself. There was something oddly hot about the clinical nature of their engagement and, for the first time in a long time, Ben wondered about role playing games. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, scooting back so he was half sitting and half reclined.
“What’s funny?” Thomas asked.
“I was just thinking about role playing in the bedroom,” he answered. “First I’m the teacher and now it feels like you’re the doctor.”
A deviant look flashed across Thomas’s face and he flipped open the cap on the lube. “If only I had rubber gloves.”
“You’re going to kill me with that mouth.”
“I could.”
“Thomas.”
Thomas squirted lube on his fingers and smeared it around until his skin shined under the dim light of the bedroom.
“You’re just going to go in easy, palm side up.” Ben had to drop his head back and close his eyes or he was going to come just from the way Thomas looked at him. “Probably to the middle knuckle. You’ll feel it when you press up.”
Thomas braced himself with one hand on Ben’s hip, then he swirled his slippery fingers over Ben’s bare hole. He shivered, squeezing his eyes closed as Thomas eased one finger inside of him. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t taken before, from other people or even himself, but the penetration paired with the heady weight of Thomas’s stare on him felt like something different entirely. When the pad of Thomas’s finger pressed against his prostate, gooseflesh tore across his body so violently he shuddered, fisting the sheets to keep himself on the bed.
“I found it,” Thomas whispered.
Ben nodded. “You did.”
“Can I…” Thomas licked his lips and dragged his stare away from Ben’s cock toward his face. “Can I suck your cock?”
A nervous laugh fell out of Ben’s mouth and he collapsed back against the pillows and the headboard. “You don’t ever have to ask to suck my cock.”
“Am I good at it?”
“What you lack in talent, you make up for with enthusiasm.”
“Should I be offended?” Thomas arched a brow and curled his other fist around the base of Ben’s dick.
“You should put my dick in your mouth,” Ben rasped, threading his fingers through Thomas’s hair and encouraging him downward.
Thomas continued his gentle exploration, pressing and prodding around Ben’s channel and prostate, adding a second finger at the same time he sealed his lips around the flared head of Ben’s cock.
