Benji eased down to his knees and palmed Joshua through his khaki shorts. Joshua sucked in a breath, then carded his fingers through Benji’s hair. “You don’t have to,” he said.
“I know.” Benji grinned. He turned his head to kiss the inside of Joshua’s wrist. “I want to.”
“Can I blow you back?”
“You’d better.”
The soft, sexy sound Joshua made spurred Benji into action. Getting Joshua’s shorts and boxer briefs off was the easy part, but he still fumbled a little. In some ways, this was the most important blow job of his life—their first sexual act as a committed couple. Knowing he would be the last person to put Joshua’s dick in his mouth—hopefully for the rest of their lives—was both humbling and incredibly exciting.
The first time Benji had blown Joshua back in college, he’d done it out of curiosity—and because Joshua seemed to love having Benji’s dick in his mouth, so it had to be fun, right? The act itself hadn’t turned Benji on, but all of the sounds Joshua made? The way his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth stayed open, panting breaths and gasping? Those things turned Benji on. The power he held to give or withhold Joshua’s pleasure helped him grow more comfortable with sex. He understood it all better now, and it made Benji even more grateful Joshua had stuck by him and gone at his pace. Not every couple reached that level of intimacy, sexual attraction or not.
He curled a fist around Joshua’s dick and gently stroked him, enjoying the way his foreskin slid back and forth, allowing the glans to peek out and say hi. Benji was cut, and the first time he’d seen Joshua’s cock, he was fascinated by the differences between them. Joshua was long and almost perfectly straight, while Benji was shorter, thicker, had a fat head, and curved to the left. As different as the lives of the men they belonged to, but when they came together?
Perfection.
Benji licked the length of Joshua’s dick, treasuring the soft gasp that earned him. And every other gasp and noise that followed, as he sucked Joshua as far into his mouth as he could, using his tongue to massage the underside while his fingers tickled at Joshua’s balls. Joshua held his head lightly in both hands, keeping contact without directing the action.
As much as Benji wanted to take his time and tease Joshua until he was cursing and demanding release, he also had roommates who could return at any moment. So, he made it fast and dirty, using his hands and mouth to help Joshua fly. He rubbed Joshua’s taint, and Joshua thrust forward, bumping the back of Benji’s throat. Benji gagged a bit, but didn’t relent his assault, needing Joshua to fall apart. To show Joshua he’d made the right choice; he didn’t need anyone else.
“God, Ben, so close,” Joshua gasped. “Fuck.”
Benji started humming, which always made Joshua nuts with the alternating vibrations. “As I Am” was one of his favorite original Fading Daze songs, and he played the lyrics on Joshua’s body, while Joshua made beautiful music of his own.
“Fuck, gonna come.”
He pulled back, Joshua’s dick falling from his mouth, and Joshua took over, stroking himself hard and fast until he came. Warm semen splashed Benji’s neck and t-shirt, and he watched all of the emotions playing across Joshua’s face—pleasure, relief, love, and maybe a little bit of awe. As he came back to himself, he gazed down at Benji with so much adoration that Benji kind of wanted to cry.
“That was so good,” Joshua said. “Fuck. You don’t usually go that fast.”
Benji yanked his soiled shirt off as he stood, then used it to wipe his neck. “Well, this isn’t a private room, and I have no idea when the others will be back.”
“Danielle will keep them away for a little while longer, I bet. She’s kind of in on my being here.”
“You conspired with Dani?”
“Not me.” For the first time since showing up at the hotel, Joshua looked uncertain. “I was so mixed up about what happened with us Thursday night that I needed to talk it out with a neutral party, so this afternoon I met Van at a local place and we talked. He kind of got me drunk and then kidnapped me. He conspired with Danielle while I was passed out in his passenger seat.”
Benji blinked several times at the quickly blurted confession, unsure if he was annoyed or grateful. He didn’t like that Joshua had reached out to his aborted hookup, but apparently Van had orchestrated getting Joshua to this room so he could lay his soul bare to Benji. “Van did all this? Really?”
“Yeah.” Joshua suddenly seemed to clue in on his half-dressed state and hiked his clothes back up. “It occurred to me that I’m a twenty-four year old man with no actual friends of his own. My friends are your friends, so I reached out to Van. He’s a great guy, and for whatever reason, he made it his mission to get us back together. Not many people would bother.”
“That’s kind of amazing.” Benji definitely wanted thank Van in person. He’d gotten Joshua to admit something out loud that had been a barrier in their relationship for years. “And it’s also a little sad that you don’t have any other friends of your own.”
Joshua shrugged. “You know me and trusting people.”
“Does that mean you trust Van?”
“I don’t know much about him, but yeah, I do a little. I mean, he did me a solid today, and all he said was he was paying it forward.”
Now Benji was all kinds of intrigued. “Is he still in town?”
“Yes. He said he’d be around for a few hours, if I need a ride home.”
“Invite him to the show tonight.” The offer was out of Benji’s mouth before he’d thought it through. “You both should come. Stay the night.”
Joshua glanced around the cramped room. “Are you sure?”
“I am.” Benji didn’t want Joshua to leave yet, and he really wanted to officially meet Van. “We’ll figure out the sleeping arrangements. I doubt the hotel has any extra rooms at such late notice.”
