Nikolas said nothing.
“I don’t believe you.”
Nikolas still said nothing.
Ben seized the front of the white shirt.“Show me.”He slammed Nikolas against the wall of the stable and took his mouth in a searing kiss, grinding himself shamelessly against every inch of the hard body.The sheet came loose again, fell off.He was naked.Nikolas reversed them, Ben’s back to the wall.He slid his hands beneath Ben’s naked arse cheeks and lifted him.
Afterwards, he couldn’t work out how he’d done this and released himself at the same time—perhaps Ben had done that for him—but he held Ben lifted and spread against the wall and entered him.Ben cried out in pain.But then he always did, and it was incredibly familiar despite being the first time they’d done it this way—Ben suspended, held up only by the power ofhiscock.
* * *
Ben came first.For him, it was the first time climaxing like this, being brought off from the intense pleasure of being penetrated.At the same time though it wasnotthe first, for even in his fog of confusion, he didn’t find it strange or frightening—his body remembered, even if his conscious mind did not.It was all pleasure, and he wanted more as soon as it was over.
They fell to the ground.Ben knew Nikolas had come too.He could feel the hot spill inside him, on him, leaking from him.He levered naked over the dressed man and ground into him again, mouth, cock, hands.He ripped the shirt open, unbuckled the belt, came back in for a kiss and then bit hard into the neck he’d been thinking about all through the fucking.Nikolas arched in pain beneath him but rolled them so he was on top, and bit back, teeth around Ben’s nipple.The bite drew blood and Nikolas sucked it, nuzzling in, and even this wasn’t weird, although Ben knew he’d never been bitten by a girlfriend or sucked, so couldn’t understand the familiarity.He grabbed the blond hair, anchoring his fingers in the long strands and tugged Nikolas up to kiss.He wanted to feel the stubble again.
Suddenly, he held Nikolas off, ignoring the grunt of protest, and stared at him—the dishevelled stranger above him—and Ben saw with startling clarity the contrast between what had just happened in the white bed in the pale room and this—on the floor of the stable, in the muck and the straw.He groaned, threw Nikolas off, turned him face down, ripped the tailored suit trousers lower and entered him.This too should have given him pause.Where?How?Can I?
There was no hesitation at all.He knew exactly what to do and how to do it, where to angle each thrust, how to lift the hips and make it so good that this silent man scrunched his fingers in the straw and groaned and ejaculated again, his release wetting Ben’s fingers, which had been there at just the needed moment to catch it.
Ben fell onto Nikolas’s back, panting, feeling Nikolas breathing equally raggedly beneath him.Suddenly, Ben slapped the back of the blond head.
“Youfucking bugger!”
Nikolas extricated himself, his face a study in outrage.“What the—?”
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”
“Don’t swear at—”
“Why not?I’ll swear if I want!You don’t bloody own me!”
* * *
Nikolas was trying to regroup, to point out how untrue this was—but Ben hit him again.“We’ve done this before and youkept it from me!”
“For your own good!”
“How could that be for my own good?How many times?”
“What?How many times did I keep it from you?”
“No, you moron!How many times have we fucked?How many times?”
“I don’t know!”What was four times a day, multiplied by three hundred and sixty five, times eight years?No, five times a day.Six?Minus—“Occasionally.Occasionally a lot.Often.Most of the time.We’re—”
“We’rewhat?”
Nikolas rested his forehead for one moment against the smooth stable wall, his eyes closed.No one came to help him so he just pointed out as calmly as he could, “We’re on the floor of the stable, Ben, and it’s cold.Shall we get up and return to the house?”
* * *
They sat at the counter, Ben rewrapped in his sheet, examining his feet, and Nikolas picking straw out of his dishevelled shirt and trousers.
Ben began eying him.
Nikolas thought he might.
It was an awkward situation; there was no denying that.
