It was Joshua who let go long enough to say, “He’s close.”
God, I love this man.
Van sucked on the head of his cock, while his hands fondled his balls and rubbed his taint, and it was all suddenly too much. Benji’s release ripped through him like an eighth-octave C, making his legs shake and his stomach spasm, and dear God, he could die a happy man now. He’d never come so hard in his life. It took him a few bleary moments to realize that his belly was clean. Van has swallowed his load.
Van looked up the length of Benji’s body, cheeks rosy and eyes gleaming. “You liked that, huh?”
“Fucking loved it. Fuck.”
Joshua nuzzled his cheek. “I loved watching him take you apart like that. Jesus, Ben.”
Benji grunted, having used up his allotment of words for the next five minutes. Van curled up on his other side, his own erection pressing into Benji’s hip. They all lay together for a while, stealing soft kisses from each other. Joshua and Van seemed to be waiting for something from Benji. Some hint as to how to proceed from there, seeing as how two of their threesome hadn’t come yet.
“What do you want, babe?” Benji asked Joshua.
“Want Van to fuck me while we’re kneeling over you, just like this. I want to see your face the whole time.”
Benji blinked hard at being so closely involved in them having sex, but the desperation in Joshua’s eyes prevented him from saying no. “Okay.”
The two men jumped into action, both of them stripping out of their pants. Van grabbed the condom and lube, while Joshua yanked Benji’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off his legs, leaving all three of them naked. Benji resisted the urgeto cover himself, embarrassed at being so on display. But then Joshua was back, a knee on either side of Benji’s hips, hands by his shoulders, smiling down at him with love and devotion. Benji’s heart turned over hard.
The bed dipped as Van climbed on. Joshua and Benji kissed through the prep, and the initial penetration, Benji swallowing every gasp and grunt. When Van began to fuck Joshua for real, Benji grabbed hold of Joshua’s shoulders and held tight as his entire world telescoped into a haze of sounds and smells. Skin smacking on skin. Panting breaths, followed by low moans. The sticky slide of lube. The scent of sex and musk.
“So close,” Joshua gasped.
Benji surprised himself by clasping Joshua’s cock and jerking him hard, using lube and sweat to slick the way. Joshua cried out as he shot across Benji’s chest. Van ceased moving, while Benji milked Joshua until he panted for him to stop. Joshua’s arms and legs were shaking, so Van gently eased him down until he was on top of Benji. Benji couldn’t see, but he was sure Van was still inside Joshua.
“Can he finish in you?” Benji asked.
“Yeah.” Joshua puffed the answer against his neck.
Van planted his hands next to their shoulders and leaned in until he was close enough to kiss both of them. Then he began to move in shallow, sharp thrusts that ground Joshua’s pelvis into Benji’s dick and made him see stars. Delightful, happy stars that rippled across his vision and set fire to his skin. Benji closed his eyes and let go, and too soon Van came with a cry of his own.
The rocking stopped, but the weight on top of Benji increased to the point of being too much. Before he could protest being at the bottom of the pile, Van and Joshua shifted to either side of him. Benji was sweaty and covered in Joshua’s cum, but he was also in no hurry to move. Not with these two men curled in closeto him, arms and legs tangled together. He kissed Van first, then Joshua, and he smiled when the pair kissed each other.
“Wow,” Benji said.
Van nipped at his jaw. “Yeah, wow.”
“I’ll see your wow,” Joshua said, “and raise you a holy fuck.”
Holy fuck is right. God, I love these two.
Benji’s heart seized with the truth of the thought, even though he couldn’t get the words to pass his lips. He’d loved Joshua Lansing for a long time and with his whole heart, but after today, he was pretty damned sure he loved Van Holt, too—as he was always meant to.
EIGHTEEN
Van had toomuch nervous energy to suggest they stay in, so after everyone showered and dressed, he shuffled Benji and Joshua into his car so they could grab a late dinner. He took them to the dive bar he’d eaten at with Joshua during that first sit-down. Joshua turned his nose up at the raw oysters, but Benji tried one and loved it, especially with a drop of sriracha sauce. Van tried not to put any extra meaning into their seating arrangements, but it did feel odd to be on the opposite side of booth from the other guys.
They ordered food and drinks and chatted about normal enough things. Van watched Benji carefully, seeking any hint that he regretted their bedroom activities, and found none. If anything, he seemed less guarded, more animated, and that helped Van relax as the evening progressed.
“Van, may I ask you something personal?” Benji said when they were all picking at the remnants of their dinners.
Van instinctively wanted to say no. He hated talking about really personal stuff, but wasn’t that what relationships were? Getting to know things about each other and discussing the personal stuff? “Go for it.”
“You mentioned you were adopted when you were a baby. Have you ever contacted your birth parents?”
“No.” He didn’t want to unpack his past right now, especially that part of it. “It was a closed adoption, so even my adoptive parents don’t know where I came from.” A polite way of saying none of the adoptions were exactly legal, which meant no way in hell anyone would tell him who his birth parents were. Might have been nice for his medical history, but whatever.
