26
Sam
It was amazing the difference twenty-four hours made.
When Sam had woken up the day before, he had been mortified to find that he’d been hard, and even more embarrassed that Ben had cuddled right up next to him. At the time, Sam had thought it fortunate that Ben had been asleep, but now staring down at Ben’s sleeping form, Sam couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he’d been awake. They might have had a whole extra day to explore this new side of their relationship.
Not that one day was all that much in the grand scheme of things, but it was one more day than he was going to have now. With all the time they’d lost dancing around their attraction to one another, Sam was determined to make up for what they’d missed.
He brushed the hair out of Ben’s face and stared down at him. They were both young, but Ben seemed to look even younger when he was asleep. The near-permanent smirk was gone from his lips, and he looked completely relaxed. If his description of his mattress was anything to go on, this was the first truly good sleep he’d gotten in years. Sam was tempted to let him sleep, but they had a long day ahead of them, and Ben would need some breakfast in him before they tackled it.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Ben’s forehead. “Rise and shine, gorgeous. It’s time to get up.”
Ben mumbled something that might have been ‘fuck off,’ but Sam ignored it.
“We’re going horseback riding today, and believe me, you’re going to want a shower and breakfast before we do.”
Cracking an eye open, Ben stared blearily up at him. “Couldn’t you people do something normal, like have a pool party? At least then, I could sleep in.”
Sam laughed. “The pool party is tomorrow, right before everyone leaves. Up you get.”
Ben wasn’t moving, though, and his eyes were closed again. There was no way around it. He was going to have to be mean. Without warning, he yanked the pillow from underneath Ben’s head, and Ben yelped, spewing curses as his head hit the mattress.
“I told you that it was time to wake up,” Sam said sweetly.
“Bastard,” Ben grumbled.
Sam tutted. “Now now. You’ve met my parents. I have an older sister.”
“That doesn’t mean they were married.”
“I’ll show you the wedding album, but you have to get up for it.”
Shaking his head, Ben snatched Sam’s pillow and snuggled against it. Sam had no choice but to pull out the big guns.
“If you wake up, then we can take a shower together. Sexy and environmentally conscious.” If that didn’t work, nothing would.
Ben opened his eyes. “You’re devious, you know that?”
Sam just shrugged. “If it gets you out of bed, I don’t really care. Besides, I was kind of looking forward to the shower.”
He let his gaze trail over Ben’s body, still not entirely sure he hadn’t imagined what had happened the night before. But the lube on the table and the condom in the trash were pretty good indicators that they had actually had sex the night before, to say nothing of the fact that Ben was naked. He’d thrown the blanket off some time in the night, so only the thin sheet covered him. The sight was mouthwatering.
“Yeah, okay,” Ben said finally. He pushed the sheet off himself and Sam’s breath caught. Ben met his gaze and grinned. “Don’t worry, it actually happened. My ass can attest to that.”
His smile was infectious, and Sam found himself grinning back. “Your ass needs to get out of bed and take a shower with me.”
Ben sighed, then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. “Happy?” he asked, hands on his hips.
God, that was a beautiful sight. He looked like what Sam imagined the Brawny man would look like with his clothes off, with his broad, furry chest and well-defined muscles.
“Elated,” Sam managed to say.
He knew that his body had already started to respond to the sight in front of him, but now he didn’t feel as awkward. Didn’t feel awkward at all, really. Instead of being embarrassed at the fact that he was hard, he couldn’t help but think of the fun they would have in the shower.
Turning, he walked slowly toward the bathroom, only to glance over his shoulder. Ben was staring at his ass, and Sam smirked.
“Like what you see?”
“God yes.” The growl in Ben’s voice went straight to Sam’s cock. They really needed to get in the shower.
Walking a bit faster, Sam made it into the bathroom and crossed over to the shower to turn it on. It took a few seconds for the water to heat up, so he grabbed a couple of wash cloths from the closet, flinging one at Ben, who caught it easily.
Once the water was ready, he opened the door and walked in, stepping underneath the spray. The hot water on his body made him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the shudder that ran through him when Ben pressed up against his back. The hardness pressed against his ass told him that he wasn’t alone in finding this erotic.
“Looks like your brain’s not the only one who’s woken up,” he said, pushing his hips back against Ben’s crotch.
Ben wrapped an arm around him and buried his face in Sam’s neck, letting out a soft hum. “I can’t just leave Little Ben all worked up, now can I? That would just be cruel.”
Sam snorted. “He sure doesn’t feel all that little.”
He could feel Ben’s smile against his skin. “I was trying not to brag.”
Sam opened his mouth to retort, but before he could, Ben rolled his hips and whatever he was going to say was gone, replaced by a low groan. Fuck, he wanted this.
Shower sex was more difficult than it was made out to be in porn. One wrong footing and both parties would go sliding, and there was nothing that killed the mood faster than a gushing head wound.
That didn’t mean it was impossible, though. They couldn’t go all out, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t both get off. Ben was a couple inches shorter than he was, so he bent his knees and braced his hands on the tile wall of the shower, hoping he took the hint.
Fortunately, Ben wasn’t an idiot. He slid his hands along Sam’s ass, kneading and massaging, before spreading his cheeks. Sam shivered, his breath shallower as he anticipated what was about to happen. Then Ben slid his cock in the dip between Sam’s ass cheeks and Sam groaned again. He started to wrap his hand around his own cock, but Ben brushed it away, curling his fingers around Sam’s hard length. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his free arm wrapped around Sam’s waist.
The whole thing was straight out of an episode of Queer as Folk or something. Sure, Sam had had shower sex before, but never this mind-blowingly perfect. Ben trailed kisses down his neck, and Sam tilted his head to the side, exposing more skin for Ben to mark as he wished. While Ben’s hicky was low enough that he could cover it with his shirt, Sam was pretty sure that any Ben left on him would be visible to his family.
At least then they would have proof we’re a couple. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth as soon as it entered his mind. It felt especially wrong now that he was doing sexual things with Ben. He never should have lied to his family, and he certainly never should have brought Ben up here as his stand-in boyfriend for a boyfriend he had made up with Ben in mind. Because now that they were together—if Ben wanted to be together as a couple, which Sam was fairly sure he did—there was a huge chance that at some point, one of his family was going to slip up and mention the money issue. He had only meant to make his parents like Ben, but if Ben were to find out, then he would be devastated.
Ben stopped moving, and Sam realized belatedly that he’d gone a bit soft. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “We can stop if you’re not feeling it.”
He really was too good for Sam. “No, it’s okay. Sorry. Just got a bit distracted.”
“Distracted? From having your cock stroked?”
Yeah, that sounded bad. Sam shook his head. “It feels good. I promise. I was just thinking…” He grasped for anything that might be relevant. “I was just thinking about my parents, and that led to thinking about them walking in and it just…wasn’t a good time.”
He realized that he sounded a bit like an idiot, but his answer seemed to appease Ben, who laughed. “They were the ones who left the condoms and lube in the nightstand. They shouldn’t have done that if they didn’t want us having sex.”
Pressing a kiss to Sam’s cheek, Ben started to move again, and this time, Sam was determined not to let his overactive brain ruin the moment. Because it felt amazing when he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations. With every thrust Ben brushed against his perineum, and the soft pants he let out next to Sam’s ear sent shivers down his spine. The water made everything slippery and a bit hazy as mist from the shower filled the air. As Ben stroked him, Sam moved—or tried to. He wasn’t sure whether to roll his hips back against Ben’s cock, or forward into his hand. Instead of deciding, he tried a sort of in between, seeking as much pleasure as he possibly could.
His body tensed, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long, but he wasn’t fully ready to go downstairs and face the day, so he placed his hand on top of Ben’s, stilling it.
“Not yet,” he said softly. He could practically feel Ben frowning at him. “I want to make it last as long as I can.”
Ben nodded, then tilted Sam’s head up so he could kiss him soundly. “I get it.”
Of course, it didn’t really matter how much he wanted to make it last. Sooner or later, he was going to have to come. Since he had been hard since he’d woken up, more than likely it was going to be sooner. Ben had stopped stroking his cock, focusing on his own pleasure, but that didn’t mean Sam wasn’t getting any pleasure of his own. The more Ben moved, the more his balls hit against the sensitive skin of his taint. It kept him hard, but it wasn’t overwhelming. For a moment, he imagined what it would feel like to have Ben inside of him, fucking him in the shower, and he shivered at the thought.
Ben’s breathing grew more labored and came out in little huffs. “Not gonna last much longer,” he grunted.
While Sam was still disappointed that they couldn’t draw it out, that just meant they were going to have to have sex again. He could live with that.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked in time with Ben’s thrusts, gritting his teeth as he felt his orgasm build in his balls. His muscles tensed, toes scrunching and chest constricting, only moments before he came, his spend streaking the tile wall in front of him. Behind him, Ben groaned, and a hot spurt on his back told him that Ben had come as well.
Rather than pulling away like Sam thought he would, Ben draped his body over Sam’s. He linked their fingers and Sam stared at their hands as his breathing evened out. This was something he could get used to—waking up every morning with Ben, showering with him, just being with him in general. Of course, their showers would only be showers, otherwise they would end up late to work every day. Sam could see a life like that, though, a life where the two of them were together. And judging by the way Ben acted, he wanted that, too.
“We should probably actually shower now,” he said eventually, when the weight of Ben on his back had started to become too heavy.
Ben took a deep breath. “I know. I just want to stay here with you, you know? I don’t really feel like being that sociable.”
“Then you can ride with me. I promise to show you the ropes.” He didn’t mean for his voice to go all husky, but it did. Ben didn’t seem to mind.
“Promise you’ll be gentle? I’ve never ridden something so big.”
That teasing, flirty tone was back in Ben’s voice, and Sam was glad for it. The past couple of days had been strange without Ben’s flirting, but it seemed that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. He grabbed the shampoo and handed it over to Ben.
“Promise. I’ll make sure you don’t come out of it too sore.”
They shared a laugh, then set to work actually washing. He was oddly excited about facing his family. Now, it felt a bit less like he’d lied before. If they could get through the rest of the weekend, they’d be good as gold.