25
Sam
Sam gritted his teeth as he slid inside Ben. It was going to be hard not to come within an embarrassingly short amount of time. Ben wasn’t the only one who had imagined the two of them having sex. Sam had given it more thought than he would ever tell, and so far, it was living up to every single one of his fantasies.
He rolled his hips, bottoming out inside Ben, and released a slow breath. For a moment, all he could do was take in the sight of Ben beneath him, staring up at him like he was the most beautiful thing Ben had ever seen. Sam wasn’t vain, but he knew he was handsome in a wholesome, boy-next-door kind of way. He had nothing on Ben. Ben, who was stocky and muscular, with a light dusting of hair from his chest down. He never wanted to stop looking at him.
Ben raised his eyebrows. “You can move, you know. I’m good.”
Right. He actually had to do more than stare at the gorgeous man on the bed. “I know. I just want to make sure you’re real.”
“Trust me. I’m real.”
Ben slid his hands up Sam’s sides and pulled him back down for another kiss. This one was far less contained than the others. It was lazy and a little bit sloppy, but Sam didn’t mind. He rolled his hips and focused on setting a rhythm as their tongues slid along one another and Sam tasted inside Ben’s mouth. The moment couldn’t be any more perfect, Sam was sure of it, but then Ben wrapped his legs around Sam’s thighs and Sam was gone.
His steady rhythm faltered, and he broke the kiss to trail his lips down Ben’s neck. The desire to mark Ben in some way nearly overwhelmed him, so he sucked a dark mark right above Ben’s collar bone. It was low enough that he could hide it with one of his flannels if he wanted.
As he thrust, he felt the slick slide of Ben’s cock on his abdomen, and he knew that Ben had to be getting close, just like he was. Release built in his balls and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. Still, he was determined to last as long as he possibly could, so he closed his eyes and focused on holding off his orgasm, at least until Ben came.
He cupped Ben’s cheek, his beard scratchy against his hand. One or two of his ex-boyfriends had had beards, but not like Ben’s, and Sam wondered what it would feel like if Ben gave him a blow job. That thought did nothing to help him stave off his release. His hips stuttered, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to wait any longer, so he gave himself over to the pleasure and spilled into the condom with a groan.
Beneath him, Ben moaned and rolled his hips, and Sam realized that he still needed to come. He wrapped his hand around Ben’s cock and stroked firmly, then leaned down to nibble at the tender skin of his neck.
“Not gonna last long,” Ben gasped.
Sam grinned. “Then don’t.”
Ben’s hips bucked as Sam continued to stroke, and a moment later, his muscles tensed. His mouth went slack and his eyes closed as hot, sticky release hit Sam’s hand. God, he was beautiful. Sam worked him through the aftershocks, slowing his movements before stopping them altogether. When he finally pulled out and peeled off the condom, Ben was still breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He dropped down onto the bed and turned to stare at Ben.
Words eluded him. He knew that he should probably say something, like how amazing it had been or how they should have definitely been doing this sooner, but it was as though his body wasn’t cooperating with his brain. All of his energy had been spent on the ridiculously mind-blowing sex.
“That was…the most amazing thing…I have ever done.” Ben’s words were punctuated by deep breaths. He turned his head to face Sam and smiled gently. “Why the fuck did I ever not want to ask you out?”
Sam laughed breathlessly. “Probably for the same reason I didn’t want to ask you out. We were both too scared of screwing up our friendship.”
Ben elbowed him in the ribs, making him squirm. “You didn’t even know if we were friends.”
That stung a bit, but Sam knew Ben didn’t mean it maliciously. “I didn’t have much of a basis,” he said. “I mean, I have my friends at work, but they’re more like family, and outside of that, I don’t really have anyone. I was terrified of being too friendly, because then you would figure out I liked you.”
“Is that why you never came to any of my exhibits?”
So Ben had noticed. Sam had wondered from time to time if he did, but Ben had never asked him personally to come to an exhibit, so he didn’t know if he was only being asked out of courtesy.
“Yeah,” he said, rolling over to better look at Ben. “I was scared you’d see right through me and I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way I did.”
“That makes two of us. When Peter and Faith were pushing for me to come this weekend, you looked so terrified—”
“Yeah, ‘cause I was facing the prospect of introducing the guy I had a crush on to my entire bat-shit family.”
Ben tilted his head in agreement. “Fair point. Still, all things considered, I think things turned out pretty damn well. You do know they’re going to freak when they find out, though.”
That was going to be an awkward conversation. He could imagine lots of screaming and Peter patting him on the back, while threatening Ben not to break his heart.
“We could always call Faith now. The world’s most awkward relationship announcement.”
Ben laughed. “It would be all over Facebook in less than ten seconds and our cover would be blown.”
Right. Their relationship. The relationship that had started off fake. Now, Sam wasn’t entirely sure. Just because they liked each other and admitted it, and had sex with each other didn’t mean they were dating. He yawned, the full day’s events catching up with him.
They could clear up their relationship status later. For now, he just wanted to go to sleep with the beautiful, wonderful, perfect guy he’d just slept with.