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Ben
Ben could have come from hearing those words alone, but that would have been a letdown for the both of them. His breath came faster in anticipation of what they were about to do. As amazing as it had felt to have Sam inside of him, he wanted to know how the reverse felt. How good it would feel to make love to Sam Hayward after so many months of daydreaming. It was almost unreal, and Ben would have pinched himself, but that would just look ridiculous. This was real. The beautiful, needy man in his bed was real and wanted him as much as he wanted Sam.
He pulled open the drawer to the nightstand a bit harder than he should have, nearly wrenching it from its track, and grabbed lube and a condom. Sam scrabbled onto his back, pushing himself up against the pillows. It seemed he was every bit as eager for this as Ben was.
Good.
Climbing up the bed, Ben sat on Sam’s thighs and looked down at him. “If this is a dream, nobody better fucking wake me up.”
A lazy smile worked its way across Sam’s lips. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
He leaned down, cupping Sam’s neck, and muttered, “You better not,” before kissing him soundly. Sam groaned and slid a hand up his back, drawing him even closer so their bodies were flush against one another. Smiling into the kiss, Ben ground his hips against Sam’s, their cocks rubbing together deliciously. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
“Part your legs for me,” he said lowly.
Sam did, and Ben settled in between them, then kissed down his jaw to his collar bone. There was nothing rushed about this—no chance that someone could walk in on the two of them. That knowledge thrilled Ben. They could do this as many times as they wanted.
Grabbing the lube, he popped open the cap and coated his fingers, before pressing one against Sam’s entrance. Slowly, he pushed in. Sam was tighter than he expected, and idly Ben wondered when he’d last been laid. He stretched Sam thoroughly, adding a second finger, and then a third before he was satisfied.
When he removed his fingers, Sam rolled his hips up impatiently, and Ben gave him a light slap on the thigh.
“Patience, or you’ll get none at all.”
Sam looked stricken at the thought, though they both knew the threat held no merit whatsoever. Ben wanted this as much as Sam did. He ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled the condom over his cock, then resumed his place, his heart pounding in anticipation. For a moment, he didn’t move. Instead, he took in the sight of Sam underneath him—lips parted, face flushed, a light sheen of sweat misting his body. This was every fantasy he’d ever had played out in front of him. And the best part was, it was actually happening. Sure, there had been lies along the way, but this right now was real.
“Are you going to move or not?” Sam asked breathlessly.
Ben grinned. “Oh, trust me, I’m going to move.”
Gripping Sam’s hip with one hand, he pushed at his thighs, and Sam pulled them up against his chest. He looked so gorgeous. So vulnerable. Ben scooted closer and lined his cock up, then slowly pressed inside. He gasped at the tightness around his cock, and Sam hissed.
“Too much?”
Sam shook his head. “Want to feel it.”
The words encouraged Ben, and he rolled his hips, inching little by little until his balls hit Sam’s ass. A strange, strong feeling coursed through Ben—a feeling of utter connectedness. He and Sam were linked in the basest way possible, and he loved it. Leaning down, he kissed Sam again, their noses brushing together as he started to move. The rhythm was slow at first, then built as Sam grew accustomed to the feeling.
As Ben thrust, Sam wrapped his legs around his thighs. It hindered his movement somewhat, but the closeness more than made up for that. With every roll of his hips, his body slid against Sam’s. Sam’s cock was trapped between them, hard and leaking against both their abdomens. He could tell it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.
“God, I love the way you feel,” he breathed, nipping down Sam’s jaw. He sucked a mark just beneath Sam’s earlobe, eliciting another groan.
Sam’s fingers scrabbled against his back, his blunt nails scraping the skin, but Ben didn’t mind. He wanted the marks. Pressure built deep inside of him, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long. But he was determined to make the most of it. He kissed Sam fiercely, biting and sucking at his lower lip. Sam gave as good as he got, threading his fingers through Ben’s hair and tugging none too gently.
His balls tightened, signaling his orgasm was drawing close. He didn’t try to stave it off. Instead, he thrust harder and faster, his hips punctuating each movement. Then his rhythm faltered and his breath caught as he came hard, Sam’s name on his lips. He rode out the aftershocks, rolling his hips a few more times before he finally stilled.
When he pulled out, he found Sam’s cock still hard and straining against his stomach, so he moved down the bed and took the hard length in his mouth. The salty tang of precum hit his tongue, and he bobbed up and down, taking him to the root before focusing on the head. Sam breathed heavily above him, his chest heaving as he gripped the sheets. Ben teased the underneath side of Sam’s cock, his hands sliding up and down his hairy thighs.
“Fuck,” Sam groaned, his body trembling. Ben could feel his muscles tensing as he restrained himself from bucking up into Ben’s mouth.
Slowly, he pressed a finger inside Sam again, stroking that little cluster of nerves that would make him see stars. That was all it took. Sam’s hips stuttered, and he came hard, shooting spurt after spurt down Ben’s throat. Ben continued to suck as Sam came down from his high, then finally pulled off and moved back up to rest beside Sam.
They lay there together for what felt like a while, though in reality it was only a few seconds, before Ben leaned over and kissed Sam softly.
“I meant to tell you before, when you said it, but I love you too.”
The words felt right on his lips. The hurt that Spencer had put him through, the disastrous Labor Day reunion, none of that mattered right now. What mattered was that they were together now, and would be for a very long time. Sam’s family would just have to get used to him.