“Please tell me you have something,” Benji said when they both came up for air. Because of the open relationship, they’dnever ditched condoms. That was very much a thing Benji looked forward to doing in the near future, despite the extra mess.
“I do.” Joshua cupped his cheek in one palm, his dark eyes searching. They didn’t do anal every time they managed to find a few days together. The first time Benji bottomed had been incredibly intense, and he was too scared to top Joshua no matter how many times he offered. Most of their sexual encounters included a lot of rubbing off together in myriad creative positions.
“I want you inside me,” Benji whispered. “Someday soon, after we’re both tested, I want you to do me bare.” He wasn’t so sure about the idea of bodily fluids in his ass, but the way Joshua’s eyes lit up sealed his decision to go there.
Joshua kissed him senseless again, all the while shifting them closer to the bed until the mattress hit the side of Benji’s leg. His own stiffening dick pressed firmly against Joshua’s hip, excited by all of the kissing and rubbing. He’d go soft again after penetration, but that was okay, because Joshua always took care of him once he’d climaxed, usually with his mouth.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed, hands and knees,” Joshua said. He pressed a kiss to Benji’s nose. “Love you.”
“Love you back.” Benji did as ordered, shucking the clothes he’d only recently put on, nerves singing a steady tune that sent ripples of anxiety through his belly as he got in position facing the headboard.
Joshua pulled a condom and lube sachet out of his wallet. He squinted at the condom and chuckled. “Making sure it hadn’t expired.”
Benji’s heart turned over hard. Yes, Joshua had said he hadn’t hooked up since before the accident, but watching him double check the date on the condom drove that point home. “How much time did we make it by?”
“About a week.” Joshua’s smile dimmed into something gentler. “Even if it broke, I swear you’d be safe. I went through a bazillion tests in the hospital, and I haven’t been with anyone except you since.”
“I know.” Benji nearly said fuck the rubber, but couldn’t manage the words. He had to mentally prepare himself for that one, the idea of being bare with Joshua. Joshua liked to tease him about how fussy he got over bodily fluids, but there was nothing sexy to Benji about lazing around covered in cold semen. “You have too many clothes on.”
Joshua’s eyes narrowed. He tossed the condom and lube onto the bed near Benji’s knee, then shucked his clothes with alarming speed. His beautiful uncut shaft jutted out from his gorgeous body, as if pointing right at Benji and where it wanted to be. Joshua caught him looking and stroked himself a few times, playing with his own foreskin, sliding it around his glans. So much desire in his eyes and all for Benji.
“You know,” Benji said, “I never did get that blow job you promised me yesterday.”
“Oh, you’ll get it, after I’ve fucked you senseless. I’ve got another job in mind right now.”
“Yeah?”
Joshua crawled up the bed behind him and used both hands to spread Benji’s cheeks, making his intentions clear. Benji bit back instinctive objections about cleanliness—objections he’d fussed about the first time Joshua had rimmed him—because Joshua would laugh, say he loved Benji’s cautious nature, and then do it anyway. Benji always fell the fuck apart during a rim job, and he sometimes felt a little guilty that he’d never managed to get over himself and lick Joshua there.
Van probably would.
He shook off all thoughts of Van and focused on the intense sensation of his boyfriend licking his asshole. Blood pumpedharder into Benji’s dick as Joshua’s tongue swiped over that sensitive spot, pressing and rubbing, urging all kinds of epic sounds from Benji’s throat. Needy, desperate sounds. He went down on his elbows, unable to keep his arms locked with so many amazing sensations battering his body.
“Fuck, Josh, so good,” he whispered, the words strangled by his own straining lungs.
Joshua hummed against his hole, which made Benji cry out. Maybe Benji was the front man of an indie rock band, but this kind of music was Joshua’s specialty, and now the song was playing only for him.
Forthem.
Soon a single spit-slicked finger pressed inside, working him along with that talented tongue. Benji’s belly rippled with anxiety, but he stayed relaxed enough for a second finger to slide in. Joshua curled those talented fingers and nailed Benji’s gland.
“Fuck!” Benji pushed back, loving that so much, needing more. Needing Joshua.
“Please, baby, can I?”
“Yes.Yes.”
Joshua pulled away, and Benji used the freedom from sensation to gulp in several deep breaths. Sweat slicked his face and chest, and he was panting against the coverlet. Gripping it with both hands. He listened to the sounds of the condom being opened and rolled down, then the slick squelch of the lube. Those fingers were back, pushing more lube inside his body, taking such good care of him.
Sometimes sharing this with Joshua felt like sharing a part of his soul. It left Benji flayed open, his heart on display, his love laid bare. And Joshua was always, always so tender with him. Treating Benji’s surrender as the incredible gift that it was.
“Love you so much, Ben,” Joshua said.
“Me too.”
Intense pressure made Benji cry out and shut his eyes. He hated this part, every time, but endured because he knew it would get better. Joshua held his hip with one hand, probably steadying his dick with the other, that loving touch keeping Benji grounded and breathing. The stretch became a sting, and then Joshua popped inside his rim on a gasp. The sting eased into an intense fullness that made Benji want to sob.
Joshua gave a few shallow, tentative thrusts, allowing Benji a chance to adjust. But for some reason, Benji didn’t want that chance. He wanted Joshua to fuck him. To take his pleasure, use Benji’s body until he came.
