“I do love you,” Ben whispered, fingers digging into Thomas’s face, holding him steady. “Thomas, I…”
Before Ben could say it again, Thomas surged forward, roughly slanting their mouths together. Ben’s lips parted with a low moan, and Thomas took him right down onto his back. He explored the depths of Ben’s mouth, eager to see if he tasted different with the admission of his feelings fresh on his tongue. There was a hint of something new there, something curious and scared all at once, but something vibrant and ready. Something that was theirs for the taking, so Thomas did exactly that.
CHAPTER25
BEN
On Thomas’s birthday,Ben woke up rested and sore. Behind him, Thomas pressed his chest against Ben’s back, his body naked and his cock hard between the split of Ben’s ass cheeks. He closed his eyes and backed up, scooting closer to Thomas and twining their feet together. Above him, the sky was purple with a splattering of orange creeping into view and he knew the sun hadn’t even risen yet.
“Are you awake?” Thomas groaned, tightening his arms around Ben’s chest.
“I don’t want to be yet.”
“Mmmn.” Thomas answered him with a sleepy and agreeable sound, burying his face against Ben’s neck. “Then let’s not be.”
“It’s your birthday. You make the rules.” Ben yawned and fell back asleep with ease.
He didn’t know how long he’d dozed back off for, but when he woke up later, the sun shone brightly through the top of the tent, casting them in a bright yellow glow and a wash of shadow. Thomas’s hand had drifted lower at some point and now circled his morning erection, dragging slow and lazy pulls up his length before sliding back down.
“Wondered how long it would take you,” Thomas murmured, kissing his shoulder.
Ben rolled onto his back, giving Thomas a better angle and allowing him to tighten his grip.
“How long have you been at it for?”
“You were soft when I started.” Ben’s cock could have cut a diamond for how hard he was. “I hope you don’t mind me waking you up like this.”
“You can always wake me up like this.” He arched into Thomas’s hand. “You could wake me up with your mouth if you wanted.”
“Is that a request?”
“I know you like sucking my dick, Thomas.” Ben groaned as Thomas began a slow slide down between his legs. “Consider it a birthday present.”
“Maybe the straights do it different, but I was under the impression the birthday boy was the one who got a blow job.” Thomas smirked up at him, the flat of his tongue out and ready to press against the slick head of Ben’s cock.
“Would you rather I—” He lost his words when Thomas closed his mouth around the top of his dick with a low moan.
“No,” Thomas answered, his mouth full. “I wouldn’t.”
Ben’s eyes rolled back and he steadied himself with a tight hold in Thomas’s hair. His mouth was wet and hot, and enveloped him nearly all the way down to the root. Ben clenched his jaw and bowed off the bed, gently easing himself the rest of the way into Thomas’s mouth.
“Your mouth,” he rasped, lowering himself down against the sheets. Thomas chased after him, face peppered with red patches and tears beading at the corners of his eyes. Thomas hollowed his cheeks and sucked, bobbing up and down his length like Ben was the one celebrating a birthday and not the other way around.
Damn, he’d gotten lucky with this man.
“I love you,” he whispered, fucking his cock into the back of Thomas’s throat until he made a quiet, choking sound that had Ben pulling back. His lashes fluttered closed and he murmured the three words again and again until they blurred into the soft whimper that announced the start of his orgasm.
Thomas doubled his efforts, widening his mouth and flattening his tongue. Hot saliva swirled around the tip of his cock, the tight eagerness of Thomas’s mouth enough to drive him straight over the edge. His orgasm steamrolled him into the bed, a long and slow stretch of pleasure that drew wave after wave of cum out of his balls. Thomas took it all into his mouth with a chorus of muffled and greedy noises, sucking at his dick until Ben shoved him off.
Thomas was insistent, though, crawling up Ben’s body and slanting their mouths together. Ben’s cum sat in a pool on Thomas’s tongue, and with slow and deliberate strokes, Thomas fed it back to him. Ben groaned and hauled Thomas on top of him, one leg on either side of his sated body. He kissed Thomas until he forgot where his own mouth stopped and Thomas’s began, and he kissed him while Thomas humped the air above their bodies, searching for friction.
He only broke the kiss long enough to get the lube and hand it to Thomas, who generously poured it over his own cock and then pulled Ben onto his lap. Ben eased himself down, working his already sore hole open with the blunt tip of Thomas’s solid cock. He held Thomas’s stare as he sank down, his asshole swallowing inch after agonizing inch of Thomas’s throbbing length.
“God.” Thomas dropped his head back, baring his throat and Ben leaned in, sucking softly against his Adam’s apple. Ben lifted his hips and sank back down, riding Thomas into the mattress. “God, Benjamin…”
“I love that,” he whispered, smiling against Thomas’s throat. “I love when you use my name.”
“Benjamin,” Thomas moaned again, fingers tightening around his hips, working him up and down faster.
