“Phil, you’ve been perfect.”Yet another reason Ben had to leave.It did things to him to see a man he liked so much treat his nephew so well, when all Ben could repay him with were lies.
Phil scanned Ben’s face as if searching for something.He must have found it because the next thing Ben knew, Phil cupped his face between his hands and kissed him deeply.
Phil’s thumb skated across Ben’s shoulder and dipped under the V-neck of his shirt.He rubbed the pad over the jut of Ben’s collarbone.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” Phil said when they pulled apart long enough to breathe.
“You have?”
“That picture you sent…” Phil’s eyes were dark and wanting, and the thread Ben had been hanging by since Thanksgiving snapped.
He grabbed Phil by the front of the shirt and pulled him up.Then, absorbing the shock of Phil’s weight, he half supported/half dragged him to the home gym.Ben locked the door behind them and deposited Phil on the weight bench before dropping to his knees.A few tugs at the waistband of Phil’s track pants made Ben’s intentions clear, and Phil lifted his hips to push them down and out of the way, leaving his loose black boxers on.Ben eased the material up and aside and finally, finally got his mouth where he’d been wanting it.
The skin of Phil’s thighs felt soft beneath his fingertips, but the muscle underneath wasn’t.Ben found it impossible to stay gentle as he kissed and licked the newly revealed skin, and he had to bite.
When he did, Phil gasped.
If Phil meant the sound as a disincentive, it failed.Ben sucked a line of blood-hot spots down Phil’s left leg halfway to his knee and then turned around and repeated the process on the right.When his mouth wasn’t enough, he added his hands, caressing the outside of Phil’s leg.
Somewhere above him, Phil said, “Oh God.”
“Good?”Ben asked into the dark, warm skin.
“I’ve never…you…just, fuck, please, Ben.”
Ben took that as permission to keep going.He laved his tongue across the line left by the inseam of Phil’s pants and nosed into the leg hole of his boxers.He clutched tight to Phil’s other leg, fingernails digging in.
Against his cheek, Phil’s cock twitched and swelled.He couldn’t resist nuzzling into it, feeling the strain through the soft fabric.
Phil squirmed under him.
Ben let his hands stroke down the full length of Phil’s legs, dragging against the coarse hair on his shins.He traced his fingertips along the crease of Phil’s good knee, pressing kisses on the other leg where his brace met skin.
When he chanced a look up, Phil’s head was thrown back as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
Slowly, carefully, Ben reached out to palm the rigid length of Phil’s cock, tenting his boxers.
“Is this okay?”he asked.
Phil’s head snapped up.“Ben,” he said, and “please,” and when Ben pulled down the waistband of his boxers and took the head of Phil’s cock into his mouth, he lost track of the yeses.
Ben didn’t much care about dick size.He’d been with men of all shapes and sizes, and correspondingly, he’d seen a lot of natural variety.He liked that Phil was uncut, that the full height of his arousal forced the foreskin back and revealed the dusky, rosy head.He liked that Phil’s cock stood long and straight, and he liked that he got to see it.
Being on his knees for someone else was one of Ben’s favorite things.Something about how he’d been raised to think it shameful mixed with how easily he could get a man shaking and begging for him with judicious application of lips and tongue combined to a heady sort of power Ben enjoyed more than most other acts.A pang of guilt shot through him at the reminder that as far as Phil knew, Ben held power over him in more ways than one.Ben pushed it aside in the stubborn desire to make Phil feel as good as possible, to overwhelm him with pleasure until Ben had done penance for how wrong it was to take this from Phil.He couldn’t erase the reasons this was a bad idea, but he’d make Phil feel good enough to forget them.
Phil was perfect, sitting very still on the bench and not pushing for more.He carded his hands through Ben’s hair, but never pulled, and he ran a constant litany of praise.
“Feels so good, Ben, fuck, please keep going, please, it’s so…” He trailed off on a groan from deep in his throat, back arched up, his hips still.
To reward him, Ben went deep.
He didn’t do it for just anyone.Usually, he had to train guys to understand how important it was that they stay completely motionless for Ben to take them down his throat without anyone getting hurt.But Phil did it naturally, instinctively, and Ben pushed himself down on Phil’s cock before thinking twice about it.
The sound Phil made when Ben had swallowed him whole was nothing more than a broken whimper.
“I can’t,” Phil said when Ben stopped moving long enough to let him form words.“I can’t take it.I’m gonna…”
Ben slid up and off for long enough to say, “Go ahead,” and then he returned to the job at hand, taking Phil down his throat and pulling off with tight suction over and over.
