I liked seeing them together. Liked knowing Benny was here because Matthew had brought him here. Because Matthew accepted me and approved of him. Of both of us.
They made lasagna. And while it tasted good, I found myself mostly pushing the food around my plate with my fork rather than eating it.
A warm hand smoothed over my leg under the table, and Benny’s lips pressed against my temple. His fork scooped up some of the mess I’d made my plate into and held it to my lips. I sighed, but I was apparently powerless to deny him anything, and parted them to take in the mouthful, confirming that while it already tasted good, it tasted better when he fed me.
“Are you still feeling sick?” Matthew asked me, a warm satisfaction in his eyes I didn’t think I’d seen in a while.
I knew what he was asking. Did I want to keep working from home, keep existing in this warm bubble, and while the answer was absolutely yes, it wasn’t the responsible thing to do. In fact, it was increasing the risk that we’d attract my father’s attention.
“I’m feeling much better.”
Matthew nodded and Benny slumped slightly, but a soft smile still pulled at his lips when I turned to look at him.
After we’d finished, Benny and Matthew argued about who got to clean the dishes, finally settling on Benny washing and Matthew drying them to put them away. Aurelia and I continued to watch.
“I’ll take you to work at the usual time tomorrow?” Matthew asked as he hugged me before leaving.
I nodded. “I’ll make sure I’m on time.”
Then he was gone, and we were alone again.
“Maybe…” Benny fidgeted with the hem of his T-shirt. “You could come to my house next weekend? Or earlier… like Thursday? Or tomorrow? Or both? All? Fuck, you can move inright now if you want to. Sorry. I’m not good at bein’ calm about things.”
I laughed, gripping his jaw and dragging him down to steal his lips. He was so damn adorable.
“I’ll see what work is like for the week and let you know, pup.”
He nodded, and I was trying very hard not to think too deeply about what it would be like to live with him. To have what we’d had this weekend all the time.
There was no way we could do that without my father knowing, though. So it wasn’t possible. Not now… and maybe not ever.
The thought sat like an anvil in my gut, a coldness in my chest seeping out to swallow all the warmth Benny had wrapped me in these last few days.
His frown told me I hadn’t managed to keep it from showing on my face. “Or… I could just keep comin’ here?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I want to. I want to see where you live. Besides, there will probably be fewer eyes on us at your place anyway. I’ll come on Friday.”
“And stay the weekend?”
“And stay the weekend. Now let’s go to bed.”
We showered together, our lips unable to remain apart for longer than minutes at a time.
Benny insisted on washing me, taking his time to soap up every inch of my skin, his fingers paying extra attention to my ass—kneading my cheeks before sliding between them to play with my hole. It was a little sore from taking him the last couple of days. Benny wasn’t exactly small, and I hadn’t let him be as gentle as he’d wanted to be. But I had no regrets.
Then we brushed our teeth and fell into bed. The sheets hadn’t even warmed from our bodies before we were grinding against each other.
“Lube,” I whispered between his kisses, and he grabbed it from the top of the nightstand, slicking up his fingers and bringing them between my legs.
“No,” I breathed. “You.”
Benny bit his lip and nodded, taking sticky fingers to his own hole instead. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could see the way it made him feel as one strong arm held him over me while he opened himself up with the other.
The louder his moans became, the deeper his cheeks flushed, the more pleasure I could drink from his expression.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I whispered. “You feeling good, pup?”
He nodded.
