Chapter Eighteen
Ben would never admit to the excited, giddy laughter while he was racing Sam to the shower if he was asked about it later, but now that they were both under the warm water, naked, he had to admit that showering together was a great idea.
Sam was always the ideas man between them. It had been too easy to forget that while he was gone.
Sam had always been the source offunin Ben’s life, the lightness and laughter to his to his serious, brooding tendencies.
He’d mellowed out over the last few years, but Sam’s happiness still made his heart soar.
He pushed Sam up against the wall, savoring his gasp as his back hit the cold tiles behind him, pressing close and kissing him hungrily to make up for it. He chuckled as he felt Sam’s cock press against him, already half-hard.
Not that he was far behind. Now that he’d gotten over the hurdle of their first time together, Ben wanted more. As much more as Sam would give him, for as long as he could possibly keep him.
“I wish I could take your cock again,” Sam murmured between kisses. Ben blushed all the way down to his chest at Sam’s directness, though he suspected he’d have to get used to it.
“It’s not going anywhere,” Ben promised, proud of himself for managing a coherent comeback instead of embarrassed babbling.
Normally, he wasn’t like this when it came to sex. He wasn’t the world’s most confident lover, but he’d never had complaints.
He also didn’t laugh or blush all that much. Sam did that to him. Sam turned him into a giggling teenager all over again, too excited to be having sex at all to care about how he did it.
Except that he wanted to make Sam feel good.That, he cared about.
“I hope not.” Sam smiled a warm, fond smile at him. “And thank you. For not freaking out over the scars. I don’t think I said before.”
“I don’t care about them.” Ben shrugged. “I care that you were hurt, and I care that you’re self-conscious, but not…”
He trailed off, reaching out to splay his hand on the patch of gravel rash on Sam’s thigh. The worst of it was on his left shoulder and down his arm, which must have been where he hit the road.
The one on his face looked like something else, glass maybe. It had cut deep into his eyebrow and scraped his cheek, but in Ben’s mind, it suited him. Sam was the one who went on adventures. He was bound to come away from them a little scuffed.
That didn’t make him any less perfect.
Sam smiled a slow smile that made his whole face light up, and then surged in, kissing Ben hard, parting his lips eagerly and swiping his tongue along the inside.
Ben was starting to love the way Sam kissed. He was used to people being a little forceful with him, but never quite like this.
He hummed as he felt Sam’s cock press against him again, and reached down to wrap his hand around it. They could get clean later.
The showers were probably as big as they were for exactly this purpose.
“I could get used to you taking charge.” Sam grinned at him. “If you want. No pressure.”
“I could get used to having you naked and hard,” Ben said, surprising himself.
He could definitely get used to this, though. As much as it did his heart good that Sam was back in his life, it was also doing wonders for his sex drive.
“I wish I could take your cock again right now,” Sam repeated himself. Obviously, he was a little preoccupied with the idea.
Ben swallowed, the immediate spark of arousal making his cock twitch. Being inside Sam had been so different than what he was used to. More importantly, it had made him feel closer to Sam than he’d ever been before.
Even if they never did it again, he’d be jerking off over the thought for the rest of his life.
“Actually…” Sam trailed off, smiling a slow smile and moving his gaze down Ben’s body. “Icantake it,” he said.
Before Ben could figure out what he meant, Sam was pushing him back until he hit the tiles on the opposite side of the shower, away from the spray.
Suddenly, Sam was on his knees in front of him.
