24
Ben
Ben shivered at the husky note in Sam’s voice. Taking his time, he slowly slid each button of his shirt through the eye, before sliding the garment off his shoulders. He was acutely aware of how he looked compared to Sam. His chest was hairy; he’d never seen the point in manscaping, not that he thought he would look right with a waxed chest. But Sam didn’t seem to care. His lips were parted slightly and he was staring at Ben intently, as though he would devour him whole.
“Now we’re even.” He met Sam’s gaze, hoping that his own held half of the heat.
Closing the space between them again, Sam crushed his lips to Ben’s, and Ben’s knees turned to jelly. He wrapped his arms around Sam, partially to get closer and partially to help him stay upright. There was no shirt to bunch in his hands, so Ben raked his nails down Sam’s back and he gasped. Then Sam’s lips were gone from his, and Ben chased after them. Sam only laughed and went to his knees.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he said, looking up at Ben, who could hardly believe what he was hearing. “When you came down the path wearing those shorts, all I wanted to do was take you behind a tree and blow you.”
Sam rubbed his cheek against Ben’s abdomen, and Ben bit back a whimper. He didn’t think making such a noise would be especially sexy, and he still had some pride. There was still a small part of him that was convinced this was a dream. That he had fallen asleep on the boat and he would wake up sun burned and hard. But then Sam unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them, along with his boxers, down past his hips, and Ben didn’t really care if he was dreaming anymore. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.
Taking his cock in hand, Sam licked a stripe underneath and then slid his lips over the head. Ben’s toes curled. It had been so long since he’d actually had sex that he knew he would probably come embarrassingly fast, but that just meant they would have to do it again. Unsure whether it was actually allowed, Ben ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. He was rewarded with a hum that shot through his cock and balls. God, Sam was going to be the death of him. As he sucked, Sam stroked with one hand, his free hand going to cup Ben’s balls. He bobbed his head, working further and further down Ben’s cock until his nose brushed against his curly pubes. Then he pulled back and lapped at the head with his tongue, sliding across the slit.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re too good at that.” Ben’s voice was breathy. He was close to losing control, and if he wasn’t careful, things would be over before they really began. “I want you inside of me.”
Sam pulled off and sat on his heels. “Really?”
Ben nodded. “I’ve, um…thought about it a lot.” More times than he really wanted to mention, though he knew now that Sam had felt the same way all along.
“Did you think about it when you were jerking off last night?”
His eyes went wide. Fuck, he thought he had done really well at hiding what he’d been doing in the bathroom. He’d gotten a shower and everything. But Sam’s expression wasn’t judging. Instead, he looked as though just the thought of it turned him on.
“Yeah,” Ben said. “I thought of you fucking me.”
“How did you imagine it?” Sam asked with a smirk.
His cheeks grew hot at the thought of admitting to Sam just what all he had imagined. “I was on my hands and knees and you were sort of draped across my back. You were whispering the dirtiest things in my ear.” It had been encouragement, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t also dirty.
“Is that how you want me tonight?”
Ben thought for a moment about just what he wanted. On the one hand, playing out his fantasy would be incredibly hot. On the other, he wanted to actually see Sam while Sam was fucking him. “I want you to face me,” he said finally. “I want to know it’s you I’m having sex with.”
Sam’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “I hoped you’d say that. I want to see you, too.”
Why hadn’t they done this sooner? Because you were both too cowardly to admit what you wanted, a small voice inside of him said. That didn’t matter now. They both knew what the other wanted, and even more miraculously, they wanted the same thing.
“I think we should get on the bed,” Ben said, his voice a bit unsteady. Just the thought of what was to come had his nerves buzzing. His heart beat a rapid tattoo in his ears.
Sam nodded and stood, divesting himself of his own pants as they made their way to the bed. Ben swallowed. He was as beautiful as Ben had imagined. His cock was already half-hard, and as Ben lay back, he stroked it lazily. How could one man ooze so much sex appeal? He had no right. It wasn’t like Sam was an underwear model or a football player. He was a barista. But Ben had never really gone for the overly-muscular types anyway. His type was Sam to a tee, from his flat, soft stomach, to his round ass that made Ben’s mouth water.
Scooting toward the headboard, he sat up on his elbows, watching as Sam climbed in the bed and settled between his legs. And then he realized that they couldn’t actually do this at all.
“We don’t have condoms or lube,” he said, his heart sinking. He’d really been looking forward to Sam fucking him.
Sam didn’t look concerned, though. Instead, he just grinned and pulled open the drawer to the nightstand.
“Let’s just chalk it up to my sister and a very unfortunate accident that happened a few years ago. Now she makes sure to keep a supply. I guess she extended that to us, too.”
Oh god, no. Heat spread through Ben’s body that had nothing to do with arousal. In fact, his was starting to wane just from the mortifying fact that Sam’s sister had gone out and bought lube and condoms for them.
“Wait, how did she know what size to get?” Ben wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.
Sam snorted. “She got a variety.” He held up the packets that ranged from Slimfit to XL. “Very prepared.”
Letting out a groan, Ben covered his hands. “I’m not going to be able to look your sister in the eye tomorrow.”
“Why not? She already thinks we’ve been fucking.”
That knowledge didn’t help. But he couldn’t exactly back out now. He didn’t even want to. “Come here, then.”
He pulled Sam back and kissed him soundly, just because he could. While he had come to the conclusion that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating, there was still a part of him that couldn’t quite believe they were about to have sex.
“Where were we?” Sam purred.
He had grabbed a bottle of lube and uncapped it, slicking up his fingers. Ben grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath his hips, then parted his legs wider. When the first two fingers were pressed inside of him, he squirmed. It wasn’t painful, not by a long shot, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. But being with Sam was worth the initial discomfort. He knew things would get better, and soon. Sam moved immediately, his fingers probing and encouraging him to relax. Ben took a deep breath and focused on doing just that, but then Sam found his prostate and Ben let out a gasp, his fingers clenching in the sheets.
“Fuck, there,” he groaned.
“Where, here?” Sam brushed his fingers on either side, his face overly-innocent. “Or here?” He slid his fingers lightly over Ben’s prostate, and Ben was fairly sure he saw stars.
“Right there.” He couldn’t hide the whine, not this time. He didn’t even try.
Sam massaged again, then set to work preparing him again. The third finger stung just a bit. He hadn’t done this in a while. After a few minutes, though, the sting eased and he found himself rolling his hips up to meet every thrust of Sam’s fingers.
“Now.” He met Sam’s gaze. He needed to feel him inside.
Ripping the condom wrapper open, Sam slid it on his cock and lined up with one hand, then slowly pushed in.