“No,” Benji said, appalled to find that the idea sent a pulse of heat through him. “He just said I couldn’t come until he said so.”
Daphne pouted, still lookingfartoo delighted. “Poor baby! How long has it been?”
Benji stayed silent.
Daphne tugged at one of his curls. “Benji! How long?”
“Two days,” he mumbled.
Daphne did exactly what he expected: fell into the bed laughing, shaking with mirth. She wiped her eyes carefully, blue eyeliner smudging. “Dude. You have itsobad!”
“I know,” Benji said miserably.
He lay back down on the bed. Itwasworking, he realized distantly as Daphne started talking about her latest art project. Just like Noah had hoped. Between wrangling Max, moving, andnot jerking off, Benji had barely thought about Michael’s threats today.
He was still thinking about it after Daphne left. He locked himself in the bathroom—all rooms led into Benji’s bedroom, he couldn’t do anything there—and gripped his hard cock over his jeans.
He couldn’t, he reminded himself. Hecouldn’t. Noah told him not to. He’d started to touch himself last night, after Noah had left and his room was full of hastily taped boxes. He’d started again this morning, only half-awake, lost in a dream where Noah was inside him.
He’d stopped, both times. It was a strange feeling. He’d been jerking off somuchsince he started seeing Noah. And Noah liked hearing about it, which only made it worse.
His cock throbbed against the denim. Benji hissed, pressing down harder. Would a cock cage make this easier or harder? It would be a physical reminder of Noah, like the bruises he left on Benji’s thighs sometimes. Benji loved those bruises, loved shifting in his seat and feeling them twinge as he went about his day. Maybe a cock cagewouldmake it worse.
He rubbed himself through the denim, considering. It was a little pathetic if he couldn’t even make it through two days. But Noah liked it when he was pathetic sometimes.
He got his phone out, then his cock. Briefly considered changing into panties, then remembered he only had two pairs stuffed in his suitcase. He wanted to save them for something better than a dick pic.
He snapped a photo, taking a second to wince at the shockingly bad bathroom lighting before he sent it. With each second that passed, Benji grew harder and more anxious. This wouldn’t disappoint Noah, right? He didn’t do anything wrong.He didn’tcome; he was just… really, really hard. So hard he was dripping, precum sliding down his shaft and wetting the thick thatch of hair at the base.
Finally, after what felt like an hour but was actually two minutes, the phone rang.
Benji shoved it to his ear. “Hello?”
“I hope you’re not planning on doing anything about that,” came Noah’s voice, deep and silky.
Benji bit his lip hard. It didn’t help. If anything, it made his cock jerk in his hand.
“I was actually kind of hoping you’d let me,” he said. He’d been trying to be sultry, playful. It came out thin and desperate instead, only a shred of amusement shining through.
Noah hummed. “Already? It’s barely been two days.”
“I know.” Benji thumbed his cockhead, smearing the liquid pearling at the tip. “I just— You said you’d give me what I want. What Ineed.”
“Don’t you like being good for me?”
Benji shuddered, letting his forehead drop against the bathroom wall as he stroked himself faster. “I do. Fuck, I really do.”
“Are you touching yourself, Benjamin?”
Benji nodded. Then, when reality hit him, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m touching myself.”
“Stop.”
Benji forced his hand to still, trembling with effort.
“There,” Noah said. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
Benji groaned in frustration. “No, jackass! It feels?—”
