“I will never get tired of seeing you two like this,” Benji said of the two gorgeous men naked in bed together.
“You have too many clothes on,” Van said.
He laughed, and put his phone down so he could strip down to his boxers. His own dick was starting to perk up. Even though they were hundreds of miles apart, his boyfriends were still somehow in the room with him. And he was there with them. Benji picked his phone up and showed off his nearly naked form. “Better?”
“Much.” Van stroked Joshua’s back, and Joshua did something weird—he blushed. “So Josh and I have been fooling around a bit, waiting for your call.”
“Oh yeah? Details.”
“How about we show you?” He nipped Joshua’s shoulder. “Go ahead, baby.”
Still red-cheeked, Joshua rose onto his hands and knees, then turned around so his ass faced the tablet’s camera. Benji blinked hard. He pulled his phone closer to his face, but he wasn’t imagining it. The crescent-shaped base of a pink plug filled Joshua’s crease, the skin around it shiny with lube.
“Holy shit,” Benji said. He and Joshua had never played with toys before, and the sight of Joshua wearing a butt plug was a rush that sent his dick from interested to fully erect fast enough to make him a little dizzy.
“Oooh,” Van said, “I think he likes it.
“He likes it,” said Benji. “Joshua?”
“It feels good.” Joshua turned back around to face him, so uncharacteristically shy that Benji wanted to reach through and hug him. “He took his damned time putting it in, though.”
Van kissed the side of his neck. “The sounds you make are addictive. And maybe next time, Benji wants to hear them, too?”
“Hell yeah, he wants that,” Benji said.
Joshua made a very sexy growly sound. “He still needs to take the damned thing out if he plans on fucking me.”
“This is true.” Van tapped Joshua’s ass, presumably the base of the plug, and Joshua yelped. “He’s had it in for about twenty minutes. I wanted him ready for your call.”
“I didn’t realize you had such a dirty side, Josh,” Benji said. “Butt plugs?”
“Didn’t realize it either.” Joshua rocked his hips. “Feels good.”
Curious about this kinkier side of the pair, Benji asked Van, “Have you ever worn a plug?”
“Small ones, a few times,” Van replied. “During my wilder days in New Orleans. It’s been a long time, though, sinceI’ve trusted anyone enough.” He seemed to guess Benji’s next question before he could ask. “Maybe one day I’ll ask you guys to help me out with that.”
Warmth spread through Benji’s chest, a familiar sensation he cherished every time, because it was born out of love and affection. And trust. “No rush. We have all the time in the world.”
“Well, not quite.”
Benji laughed. “Okay, not all the time today, but hypothetically, the future is open to us. We’re all mostly young.”
Van faked a groan. “Stop reminding me I’m six years older than you. It makes me feel ancient.”
“Just wait until you’re thirty.” Joshua poked Van in the ribs. “Besides, as healthy as you eat, I expect you to live until you’re at least one hundred.”
Something sad briefly flared in Van’s eyes. Joshua didn’t seem to notice it, but Benji did. No amount of diet and exercise could prevent the slow progression of something like hypertension into a deeper problem down the road. Right now, though, theywereall healthy and together, and that’s all that mattered.
“I’m going to be a hundred years old before you two start doing anything,” Benji grumped.
“And what would you like us to do?” Van asked innocently. “Kiss? May I use tongue?”
“Asshole.” He grinned at the game Van was playing. “Yes, please, kiss him and use tongue. Then I want Joshua to suck you.”
They didn’t have to be told twice. Benji settled in for the aggressive, wet way they kissed each other down to the mattress. Wrestling and rolling, hands stroking each other all over. Joshua eventually won—or Van gave up, either option was valid—and Van ended up flat on his back, head closest to the tablet, withJoshua straddling his knees. Benji’s insides buzzed with arousal; he shoved his hand into his boxers to stroke his cock in time with Joshua going down on Van. He sucked with long, slow pulls that Benji mimicked with his hand. Benji knew how Joshua’s mouth felt on his cock. Van’s moans and sighs of pleasure amped up the sensations rolling through Benji’s entire body.
“Sixty-nine,” Benji said. “Joshua, turn around.”
