Ben took his time, while Erik hungered for release. His hips bucked, and his hands clenched the sheets.
“Please, make me come,” Erik begged.
Ben teased his cock as his fingers opened up Erik’s ass for the next round. When he could slip three fingers inside, he took Erik’s cock as far into his mouth and throat as he could and twisted his fingers to hit that magic spot inside that made Erik see stars.
Erik came with a hoarse shout, shooting down Ben’s throat as his hole clenched around his fingers. When he had completely shot his load, Ben licked his cock clean before pushing Erik’s knees apart and sliding between them.
“I love you.” Ben kissed Erik and let him taste himself on his lips. “Let me in.”
Erik raised his hips, and Ben slid inside, snug but not painful.
“Move,” Erik whispered.
“Bossy bottom,” Ben teased, but he began to fuck Erik slowly, setting up a rhythm. Erik wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist, urging him to go faster. It didn’t take long for Ben to come after the warmup, and Erik was surprised to find himself half-hard by the time Ben finished.
“That was…perfect,” Erik whispered as Ben slipped out and reached for a T-shirt to wipe them up.
Ben leaned in to kiss him. “Told you I could take your mind off things.” He tossed the shirt to the floor.
“Mmm…you totally did,” Erik agreed.
“Let’s get showered and changed, and then we won’t be sweaty when we wake up,” Ben suggested. Much as Erik hated to get out from beneath the warm sheets, he couldn’t fault his partner’s argument.
Before long they had cleaned up and gotten ready for bed. Ben threw a hand towel over the wet spot, since neither of them felt like changing the sheets.
“Better?” he asked as Erik slid in beside him. Ben turned toward him and rested his head on Erik’s shoulder.
“Much better. This is good, too,” Erik told him, long resigned to admitting he enjoyed snuggling.
“Yeah, it’s perfect.” Ben sounded sleepy and sated. Erik set an alarm for the morning and turned off the light, hoping that his dreams were quiet.
“What the hell!” Erik sat bolt upright in bed as the security alarm blared. A glance at the clock said it was a little after three in the morning, still dark.
He threw back the sheets and reached for the Sig he kept in the drawer of his nightstand.
“Don’t go out there.” Ben reached for his own gun. “Let the cops handle it.”
“I will,” Erik assured him, “but I want to see what’s going on.”
A police siren shrieked before they had reached the steps, and Erik wondered if the plainclothes officers kept a vigil through the night. From how quickly the response came after the alarm, he didn’t think anyone had time to drive to their location.
Erik kept the gun low as he looked out the window, not wanting to spook the cop. He saw one man on the ground and another cuffing the would-be thief’s wrists behind his back. The plainclothes officer flashed his badge, and Erik set the gun aside, motioning for Ben to do the same.
He deactivated the alarm and opened the door. The smell of vomit and feces assaulted Erik’s nose, and he realized that the robber lay in his own filth. Erik didn’t recognize the intruder.
“I saw him go for the door, and the alarm went off,” the cop said, getting to his feet. “All of a sudden, the guy starts puking and shitting, and then he curled up in a ball.”
“Well, that kept him from running away.” Erik didn’t offer an explanation. “Sorry for the mess.”
The cop wrinkled his nose. “I’m putting down a tarp in the back before he gets in my car.” He hauled the man to his feet. “Someone will get in touch with you in the morning. Try to get some sleep.”
Erik and Ben watched the cop wrap the thief in a plastic sheet before maneuvering him into the back of the car and driving away.
“Well, that proves the protection spells worked,” Erik said.
Ben slipped on shoes and jumped down to the side of the steps where he could reach a garden hose. After blasting the concrete clean and sluicing away what spread to the sidewalk, Ben turned off the water and came back inside, carefully leaving his shoes on the mat.
“I need another shower,” he mumbled.
