“Say something in Portuguese,” Alexei heard himself say.
Ben smiled. And he did.
His arms reached up again, his hands on Alexei’s skin firmer this time, fingertips reaching around to his back, trailing down his arms as sultry sounds fell out of his mouth, thick consonants and long vowels, and Alexei closed his eyes once more, let it wash over him, the language and the touch, until Ben’s words ran dry.
Alexei opened his eyes again, pulse calmed. He had no idea what Ben had said. He didn’t particularly care. All he could think about, as he stared at this beautiful, bilingual perfection of a man, was that he couldn’t believe Ben didn’t think he was smart enough, or good enough. Alexei had never met anyone worthier of everything. He was going to be the best goddamn nurse this world had ever seen.
Alexei sank down and kissed him, pressing into the heat of his mouth, moaning at the touch of Ben’s bare stomach against his, heart fully opened once more. He yanked in impatience at Ben’s shorts and his own until it was all gone, nothing but skin on skin, muscle against muscle, each sensation ringing like a drum in Alexei’s chest:right, right, right.
They arched against each other, struggling to somehow get closer, touch more, feel more, each shift of their torsos alive with friction, Ben’s hands tracing down Alexei’s lower back, cupping his butt, gripping at his hips.
“Fuck,” Ben gasped between kisses. “God, Lex, you feel so good.”
Alexei answered with a grunt, moving his mouth to Ben’s collarbone. He couldn’t handle Ben’s curses, his breathy encouragement, this mindless dry humping. He was going to lose himself before he could even get to what he really wanted. And for a wild half second, he almost said it out loud.
He couldn’t. He wasn’t there yet. But he said it to himself as he planted his palms on the bed to ground himself, as he leaned his body away from Ben’s and focused on his mouth making its way down Ben’s chest, and that, too, was revolutionary.
I want to make you unravel. I want to feel you in my mouth.
I want to see your face when you come.
Alexei pulled up short, though, when he reached Ben’s hip.
Not because of Ben’s dick being inches from his face, although Alexei was very, very aware of that. No, it was the cartoon figure on the very top of Ben’s thigh, right before the muscle dipped into his hip. Alexei ran his finger over the faded ink. The figure was short and wore a hat. He had pointy ears. He was winking at Alexei, pointing a sassy finger.
“What is this?”
Ben looked down. “Oh God.” He winced before throwing his head back onto the pillow, chest heaving. “You found Link.”
“Link?” Alexei glanced up, questioning.
“You know, fromLegend of Zelda?” Ben swallowed, shaking his head. “I played that video game nonstop when I was a kid. I was bad at school but I was, uh, kind of a nerd.”
Alexei couldn’t stop running his finger over it, his lust temporarily frozen in the surprise of it. It was so…funny. And cute. It was…entirely like Ben.
“Anyway, I blame Tiago. The fucker actually took me to get it when I was eighteen, instead of telling me it was an incredibly bad idea, like any respectable older brother should have.”
“I’ve never played a video game,” Alexei said absently, placing a chaste kiss on Link’s ears. Alexei had never even thought about getting a tattoo. Leviticus was pretty clear on that one.
“Really? Never? I mean, no, never mind, that makes sense.”
He’d watched other people play video games over the years, and some of his D&D friends insisted there were ones Alexei would like. But even venturing into the world of tabletop and RPG had been a lot to take in.
Maybe he’d addLegend of Zeldato his list, though. Maybe Alexei 2.0 could learn to play it, and think of Ben.
“I’m just wondering,” Ben said softly, running a hand through Alexei’s hair, “how you occupied yourself as a teen, without TV or video games.”
“I read a lot.”
“Oh yeah,” Ben said. “Right. Sorry, I knew that.”
“And, you know.” Alexei finally tore his eyes away from Ben’s silly, intriguing tattoo, running his hand down Ben’s other thigh. “I jerked off a lot and hated myself.”
“Lex.” Ben’s hand stilled on his head.
TheLexmade Alexei get down to business. Because this wasn’t the time for all that.
This was the time to kiss the base of Ben’s dick. To slowly run his tongue, flat and heavy, up the length of him, satisfaction seizing his system at Ben’s shudder. He stayed at the tip for a minute, swirling his tongue while his fingers danced around Ben’s inner thighs, flirting with his balls, monitoring Ben’s breathing, the twitches of his body, the clench of his fingers in Alexei’s hair, slightly frantic and wonderful.
