He’s smaller than me, and some white hairs are mixed with the dark ones on his chest. I wonder how old he is, but it doesn’t matter to me, and clearly, it doesn’t matter to him either.
He climbs onto the bed, hovering over me, and suddenly, his lips are on mine. The kiss is deep, hungry, filled with an urgency that makes my toes curl. When he pulls back, his eyes search mine. “What are you really doing here, Zeke?”
I squirm under his touch, his fingers trailing fire across my skin. “I…I needed to see you,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Benji.”
A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face. “Funny, I’ve been thinking about you all day too. Seeing you in your uniform…” He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Your muscles bulging, stretching that shirt. The way those pants hugged your ass and thighs. God, Zeke, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me, even as desire pools in my belly. “Sounds like you’ve given me a lot of thought.”
Benedict’s eyes glint mischievously. “Oh, you have no idea,” he purrs, and then he moves down my body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.
When he takes my cock into his mouth, I arch off the bed, a gasp tearing from my throat. “Fuck, Ben-Ben,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He works my cock with his mouth, driving me to the edge of madness. Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls away. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s lifting my legs, pushing them back.
The first swipe of his tongue against my hole has me seeing stars. “Oh god,” I pant. “Benedict, please… I need you to fuck me.”
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Now that’s what I was looking for,” he says, reaching for the bedside table.
“What’s that?”
As he positions himself between my legs, I’m filled with anticipation, my body thrumming with need. This is it, I think. This is everything I’ve been wanting, everything my body has been craving since I knocked on Benedict’s back door, before I knew he’d be the one on the other side.
“My name, Ezekiel,” he says, applying lube to my hole and gently pushing a finger inside. “When you call me by my name is when I know you’re ready.” He adds a finger. “When you switch off that busy brain of yours that doesn’t seem to take life that seriously, that’s when I know you’re ready.”
Benedict rolls a condom down his cock and aligns it with my hole, and as he starts to push inside me, I know he’s right. I’ve never been more ready for someone than I am for him.
3
BENEDICT
I can’t get enough of Zeke. His body moves with mine in perfect synchronization as I thrust into him, our skin slick with sweat. Every sensation is electric—the heat of his skin, the tightness enveloping me, the little gasps and moans escaping his lips.
“God, Benedict,” Zeke groans, his fingers digging into my back. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I’ve wanted this since I saw Zeke naked in my yard and dreamed of having him beneath me. Now that it’s finally happening, it’s even better than I imagined.
I angle my hips, hitting the spot that makes Zeke cry out in pleasure. His back arches off the bed as I pick up the pace, driving into him with renewed urgency. The headboard thumps against the wall in a steady rhythm.
“Is this what you came for?” I ask breathlessly.
Zeke’s eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded with desire. A grin tugs at his lips. “You know it is. I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”
His words send a thrill through me. I capture his mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing his moans as I continue to move inside him.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Benedict,” Zeke pants when we break apart. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
I laugh, though it comes out more like a gasp. “Right back at you.”
God, how does he manage to be so effortlessly charming even now? It’s infuriating and endearing all at once. I love how Zeke can make me laugh, even in such an intimate moment.
I’m close now, teetering on the edge. Zeke must sense it because he wraps his legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper.
“Come on, Benedict,” he whispers. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His words undo me completely. I bury my face in his neck as the pleasure crests, crying out his name as I find my release.
The waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. As I come down from the high, I’m acutely aware of Zeke’s warmth beneath me, his hands tracing soothing patterns on my back.
