“Ben. It’s not about being brave or enduring something,” Adrian said, appearing almost hurt.
“No, I know that. I didn’t mean it like that.” Ben sighed and let his head drop onto the pillow.
He breathed for a moment and found himself fighting back a weird choked up feeling he knew was frustration.
“I want you. In every possible way. For the fucking rest of our lives, Adrian. We both know it might not be a long time, Gavin taught us both that, so please, would you make love to me?” he spoke the words in a tone that surprised even him with its obvious strain. He wasn’t an emotional man, by now Adrian knew it too, but something about this moment was making him so anyway.
“Okay,” Adrian said and climbed up the bed to cover Ben with his body.
The warmth all along his back made Ben relax. He sighed contently, wondering if the amount of intimacy still needed more plain pure touch.
“I love you too, honey. I’m in love with you. And I want forever, too, however long that might be,” Adrian murmured against the side of Ben’s head.
The lamp on the bedside table dimmed.
They both froze.
“You don’t have a dimmer, right?” Ben asked, already knowing the answer.
“No, I don’t.” Now it was Adrian’s turn to sound choked up.
They stayed still for minutes, waiting for Gavin to do something else. Nothing happened.
Ben had to say it out loud. “I can’t feel him anymore.”
“Me neither,” Adrian admitted.
The ghost had dimmed the lights for them. As if to say “now go and make love, I’m out.” The thought made Ben chuckle. Once again, Adrian seemed to be on his wavelength, and soon they were both laughing, Adrian rolling off of Ben, just so they could both breathe.
Eventually the laughter died down and they just lied there side by side.
“I think you were partially right,” Adrian mused.
“Oh?”
“You said maybe Spike and Gavin were waiting for each other. I think that’s true. But I also think Gavin waited for us, in a way.” Adrian turned his head to look at Ben “He waited for us to get to this point. Of course, the dramatic little bitch wanted to make sure it was in the bedroom, but….” He grinned, happy instead of sad now.
Ben loved this look on Adrian. He turned onto his side and leaned in to kiss Adrian. They’d both gone soft at some point in the whole kerfuffle, but Ben knew it wouldn’t take long to get them both going.
He reached blindly behind himself to grab the lube and put it on Adrian’s chest.
“Do you think you can finger me like this?” he asked, forcing himself to gaze into Adrian’s eyes to let him know he was serious and so very willing.
Adrian swallowed hard and shifted a bit, then drew Ben’s thigh up on top of his own. “I think I can manage.”
He did indeed manage to squirt some lube onto his fingers and reached behind Ben to get to his hole.
Ben shivered when the cold lube touched that delicate, nerve-filled spot. He realized he was staring at Adrian’s chest, when Adrian looked at him.
“Hey, eyes on mine, honey,” he told Ben, leaning in to kiss him at the same time he pushed a finger inside Ben.
He kept distracting Ben with kisses, until he didn’t know what was going on below his belt, other than the fact that he was hard again.
“How many fingers is that?” he asked, groaning when Adrian managed to twist his hand despite the angle.
“Three. You’re about ready, I think.”
Ben reached between them and grabbed Adrian’s cock which was hard and leaking. Jesus, just the thought of him being this turned on just from fingering Ben… yeah, his own cock flexed a little at that.
