“His name is Jeremiah and he’s my partner for my Comms course this summer. We’re covering Hurricane Katrina. But we hit my apartment gym first so normally we like to shower—separately—before getting started. Jeremiah is on the team with Darian, actually. You’d like him, he’s funny. Andverystraight.” I glance over at Benjamin, and he has his face in his hands.
“Thank God.” I chuckle at him. “Aaron, I’m sorry. I was just really out—”
“Why the hell are you apologizing? You came to my apartment and found some random shirtless guy there and I was naked in the other room. I would have genuinely torn that door off the hinges to figure out what the fuck was going on.” He’s grinning at me, leaning on the middle console that separates us.
“You’re crazy. I like it.” He’s kissing my neck and I’m too worked up after all the stress of the day for him to be teasing me.
“Well—like it over there. You’re torturing me.”
Benjamin’s hand slides down my abs to cup my dick through my jeans—pulling a groan from me, the truck accelerating slightly. He giggles.
“Vroom, vroom.”
“Be gone, demon.” I shoo at him but he’s relentless—unbuttoning my jeans and rubbing over my briefs. “Benjamin. I swear to God.”
“I normally do. He doesn’t mind.” Aw, fuck. This prick. “You won’t let me touch you? After being all macho man and beating up my dad? You’re mean, Aaron.”Fuck.
“Fine. But just a little.” He pulls me out of my briefs and I hiss. “That is so not what I meant by a little.”
“Open to interpretation.” Spitting into his palm, he puts his lips back on my neck and starts jerking me off—slow and torturous. “God—it wasso hot. Watching you—seeing that look on your face.” His hand tightens and I moan, leaning forward slightly, trying to focus on the lines of the highway.
“Benjamin…” I’m panting. He’s whispering in my ear.
“Telling him you were going to kill him—daring him to touch me again. Fuck Aaron, I want you so bad. I want you so deep inside of me, I feel you for days.”Fuck.
“Ugh—baby, please—too much.” He licks the shell of my ear.
“But I’m so worked up. I’ve been just waiting and waiting. I could just swallow you whole right now. I want youthatbadly.”
I pull over to the side of the highway, making Benjamin’s breathing quicken.
“You’re in so much trouble.” I tell him and he just grins over at me from where he’s moved to back up against his door. He senses the danger.
I prop a knee in my seat and lean over the console until I’m face-to-face with him.
“Aaron—will you touch me?” He sounds so innocent, so sweet. Every bit the angel he looks like. But I know him. Nowhere close.
“Benjamin—come here.” He leans in, lips brushing mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moans against me, trying to pull me closer, to put my hands on him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to touch yourself until we get home. And if you come, I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“Aaron—”
“But if you’re a good boy and you last like you’re supposed to—I’ll fuck you into next Friday.”
“But—”
“Hm?” I stare at him—eyebrow raised, looking at him with an expression that readsyou’re denying me?He’s glaring.
“Okay.”
“Good.” I kiss him, licking up into his mouth, around the ball on his tongue—searching as far back as I can. I can feel him getting himself out of his pants—moaning against me obscenely. “Mhm—here let me help.” I grab his jaw and spit right intohis mouth, watching his lashes flutter as he whimpers. When I let him go, he spits both of our saliva onto his palm, and he starts to stroke himself.
“Aaron—please drive.” So I do.
By the time we get home Benjamin isn’t paying me any mind anymore. He’s got his head tilted back—one hand limp on the seat, the other slowly jerking his dick. He’s soaked in his own precum and he won’t stop whining. He’s sweating and twitching—eyes closed like he’s being tortured. He’s not the only one. Spending the past two and a half hours watching him slowly edge himself has been so fucking hot and the worst idea I’ve ever had. His little sounds—his body, watching him jerk off. It’s all too much. Worst of all—he’d talk to me.
“Aaron.Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.God—yes—I love you, Aaron.”
And I would have to look away and pinch myself—focus, and drive. Now we’re home and I’m insanely hard and my pants are a bit damp from my own precum. I lean over and put Benjamin’s pants back on him—taking his hand off of his swollen cock. He sighs in relief and gasps and rubs against me once I get out and pick him up.
