Benji choked. “Dollars?”
“She likes funding new artists,” Noah explained, rubbing Benji’s back soothingly.
Benji blew out a shaky breath.Ninety thousand dollars. He needed to hire an accountant. His taxes were going to look fuckingweird.
“And you’re sure she isn’t doing this because I’m Nate Stern’s new boy toy?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.
Noah’s smile didn’t drop. But there was the slightest hardening in his eyes before they relaxed again.
“Benjamin,” he said. “That painting was magnificent. If you weren’t so uncomfortable with it, I would buy it.”
“Yeah, yeah, and hang it on the bedroom wall so I’d have to look at it every time I get up.” Benji gnawed his lip and thought of the noodles painting hanging in the front hall, the first thing you saw when you walked in. Itwasa good painting. But it also felt like Benji had cut open his chest and flung his stupid meaty heart onto the canvas, and then he just had tolookat it all the time.
Noah caught his chin, pulling Benji’s gaze back up. “You’re still stressed. Want me to get you out of your head?”
Benji grinned despite himself, relieved that Noah wasn’t making him talk about it. “If you’re looking to get laid, you can just say so.”
“Who says I’m getting laid?” Noah asked innocently. “I might not get my cock out at all. I could just focus on you.”
Benji whined involuntarily. “No, come on.”
He tugged on Noah’s waist, gaze dropping pointedly to Noah’s soft cock. He really was gorgeous. If he signed up to be a nude model, those classes would be booked out in minutes.
Noah dragged his chin up again. “Use your words.”
Benji blew out a shuddery breath. How did Noahdothis to him? Just a few words and some light touches, and Benji wasn’t freaking out anymore, consumed by the pleasure that lay ahead.
“I want,” Benji said, then paused. He wanted so much it scared him, as usual. But he could narrow it down into something more manageable.
“I want you to use me,” he said finally. “Use me to make yourself come.”
Noah’s eyes darkened. It never got old, watching the effect Benji had on him. It was still a shock, every time.
Noah’s grip tightened on his chin, his cock thickening where it was pressed against Benji’s boxers.
“Come here, to the carpet,” he said. “And get on your knees.”
Benji’s grin went soft and warm. Even when Noah was telling him to suck him off, he was still thinking about Benji’s comfort.
He followed Noah into the bedroom and got on his knees. Noah fisted a hand in his hair, so tight Benji fizzed with excitement.
No more stress. No residual stress clinging to him when he woke up, a lifetime of bullshit following him even into his dreams. He thought about nothing but Noah’s blunt nails against his scalp, dragging him open-mouthed onto his cock.
“You haven’t been jerking off,” Noah asked. “Right?”
Benji shook his head obediently, sucking at Noah’s cockhead. It had taken some superhuman restraint on his part, but Noah hadn’t told him he could jerk off again. So, he hadn’t.
“Good,” Noah said. “Don’t come unless I say.”
Usually, Noah saiduntil.
Benji pulled off his cock. “Do I get to come after this?”
“That depends on how good you suck me.” Noah stroked his cheek, his eyes so soft Benji could barely look at him. Then he thumbed Benji’s jaw open and fed him his cock, pressing so deep Benji gagged around him.
Benji relaxed his throat and let Noah push deeper, until Benji’s nose was pressing into the thick hair at the base of Noah’s groin.
Noah groaned, his fingers tightening in Benji’s curls. “Fuck. That’s it, baby.”
