If his fucking night was ruined, he’d fucking ruin someone else’s.
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Chapter Thirty-One
Aleksey woke to find a pair of green eyes watching him intently. He was pretty sure now that this wasn’t how things were meant to be. Ben seemed acutely aware of this, too, for he said softly, ‘Sorry.’
Aleksey grunted and stirred. ‘Why didn’t you wake me when you…?’ He’d just noticed Ben was still fully dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
Ben sighed. ‘One story wasn’t enough. Then she wanted a drink. Then she wanted to come and sleep with us. Then I fell asleep on her bed with her. Sarah’s taken her to school now. Babushka’s looking after Miss Meow.’
‘It has been renamed: Floppy.’
Ben straddled him. ‘Did you miss me?’
‘My cock did. The rest of me fell asleep and didn’t give you a moment’s consideration’
‘Hmm.’ Ben bent down and folded his arms on Aleksey’s chest, considering him. ‘You need waking up then.’ He bounced.
Aleksey gasped and tried to curl up. ‘Fucking hell!’
Ben laughed and did it again. He reared up and pushed him off, and then he was lying naked on top of the grinning, clearly very pleased with himself Ben. ‘Nicely awake now.’
‘I am. What should I do about it?’
Ben wobbled his hand. ‘Get up and make me some breakfast?’
‘You’ve got the getting up part right.’
‘Oh, good. Do you need a hand to dress?’
‘A hand would be nice.’ He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as Ben’s fingertips found him. He began to undress Ben, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing down the revealed chest to his hard belly. He cupped one rib cage, stroking his thumb across the smooth skin, feeling the bones beneath. Ben undid his own jeans and pushed them down so their cocks lay exposed. Aleksey dipped and rose so they rubbed together. Ben humped his hips up, urging more, then took them both in one strong hand and squeezed, and Aleksey arched and grunted and watched as their spills emerged, slicking Ben’s fingers and dripping slowly onto his exposed abs.
He needed more. He pushed Ben over onto his belly and the jeans were ripped off. Ben’s cheeks were pale compared to the rest of him, the summer sun blocked by shorts. Aleksey ran a finger between them, up and down, teasing. Ben grunted in pleasure and spread his legs, encouraging more. Aleksey pulled him to his hands and knees and with one hand on the small of Ben’s back pressing him down, and one feeding himself in, he came fully hard again inside Ben’s body. Pausing, relishing the sensation and the knowledge of this possession both, he scrunched his fingers on Ben’s spine, scratching him very lightly, drawing his nails in a teasing trail from the cleft of his buttocks to the top of his shoulders. He knew Ben loved this and hissed in pleasure watching Ben arch in sensual delight. When they were both aching for it, he gave a hard thrust. Ben’s arch became sharp and focused. He cried out, came up onto his knees, wrapped his arms back around him. Aleksey kissed his neck as he jerked into him. Ben twisted his head around so they were kissing properly. Aleksey sped up, just short, sharp jerks from his hips, and the speed and intensity made Ben pant and they were breathing deeply together.
He reached around.
Ben’s cock was rigid against his abdomen.
Aleksey placed a finger to the slick, warm tip and picturing this in his mind he surged into Ben and felt an eruption over his hand so grasped and worked and finished deep inside with his heart pounding and Ben’s rock-hard arms holding them together until the very end.
They tipped still joined, felled, Ben onto his face and Aleksey onto him and they lay like that, one still in the other, and every inch of skin touching. Ben spread his arms wide, crucified on pleasure, and Aleksey placed his on top and entwined their fingers. His powerful wrist hid Ben’s and what Ben wore on that wrist, and Aleksey felt there was something profound being said by this silent arrangement of their bodies.
* * *
Aleksey announced his plan for the day as Ben was making some breakfast for them. They were both in a particularly good mood now, pleased with each other and the world in general. Emilia had texted him to say everything was incredible. He’d texted her back to ask her who she was.
Peyton had come back to him.
Obviously, he already knew a little about ProfessorIsn’t He AmazingMark Trebetherick. Anyone Emilia mentioned more than she brought up the purchase of a car had neededPeytoning. He’d discovered he lived in Cornwall—which had hardly been a surprise to him or Peyton, given the name and profession. Nothing had come up on their radar to cause any particular concern about this young associate professor, so he’d let the investigation drop. Now, however, putting together his conversation with Phillipa about the reason for the non-disclosure, and the cover of the Tintin book, he was focused once more on this man. Peyton had now sent him the man’s actual address, and confirmed that he was not yet back at work for the new term and lectures, which started the following week. Aleksey reckoned if they didn’t go today they would miss him.
Ben was happy for a drive anywhere. He always was.
Squeezy and Tim still had the dogs from the day before and the trip with Emilia to Cambridge, so after they’d eaten, they strolled down to the garage and climbed into the car. Aleksey was tapping the blue-veined exercise book against his leg.
As they were easing through the stone pillars, Ben said, ‘Tell me again why we’re doing this? I thought you were pissed off with Squeezy for tricking you with that thing.’
Aleksey wobbled his hand. ‘I have rethought things in light of what Phillipa told me yesterday.’
