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The Regency may not be the Ritz but the honeymoon suite is still luxurious. Glass doors lead to a small balcony looking out over the water and in an ice bucket next to them, chills a bottle of champagne. Two long stemmed crystal flutes wait on the table next to it. The bed is simple but fitted with a heavy, ruby bedcover and the ivory sheets that have been turned down over the edge are high quality, high thread count linen.
Ben comes out of the bathroom to find Alex leaning against the doors looking at the sea, his head resting on the glass, hands in his pockets.
“Do you want some champagne?” Ben asks.
Alex shakes his head.
“I think I’ve had enough and I know you have,” he says. “Maybe keep it for tomorrow?”
Ben agrees and leans his cane against the ice bucket stand; one of them will put the bottle in the mini bar later. Puts his arms around Alex’s waist, noses the long curls out of the way, and kiss his neck.
“I think I should sit on your lap more often,” he says.
Alex snickers and covers Ben’s hand with his own.
“Perhaps not in public though,” he says, turning around.
“Kill joy,” Ben says and tilts his head so Alex can kiss him. Traces Alex’s lips with his tongue, chasing the fading taste of champagne, then applies pressure to open them. Meets the tip of Alex’s tongue with a gentle nip and is satisfied by the moan he gets in response. His hands slip from Alex’s waist down over the curve of his ass and pulls him closer, closing the remaining space between them.
Alex breaks the kiss and buries his face in the curve of Ben’s neck. Ben closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation of warm breath on his skin.
“God you smell good,” Alex whispers. “It’s been driving me crazy all day.”
Ben smile and digs his fingertips into the firm muscles of Alex’s ass. A sharp bite to his neck in response, followed by soft sucking, then the tip of Alex’s tongue. He moans and pulls back, guides Alex’s hand between them so he can feel how hard he is, pulls him toward the bed.
They kiss again by the bed, this time with more urgency. Ben takes his time unbuttoning the beige vest and tugging at the navy tie, his eyes locked on Alex’s. Drops both to the floor and reaches up to grip Alex’s head and pull it toward him, bite’s Alex’s lower lip, then licks over the bite and into his mouth, groaning into the kiss.
“Ben,” Alex says, word soft on his breath as they pull apart, “Ben, please.”
These are the words Ben has been waiting for. Alex pulls his shirt over his head and discards it. He unbuttons his own shirt, pulls it off and tosses it to the side, crisp white landing on pale blue with a soft whisper of fabric. Stretches out on the bed, shoulders against the headboard, and crooks a finger at Alex. Smiles when Alex takes a single step forward. He reaches out and runs his finger along the belt buckle, works the buckle open and unzips the beige pants. Eases them and the silk boxers down over the hard cock that tents them. Alex steps out of them while Ben unbuckles his own belt. Pushes his pants down to his knees, lets Alex remove them and drop them on the ground.
“I should change your –” Alex says but Ben cuts him off by pulling him on to the bed.
“Later, it’s fine,” he says. “What you should do is kiss me again.”
He can see the indecision in Alex’s eyes and resolves it by trailing his fingers down his side to his hip and presses his thumb against the tender dip below the pointed bone. Alex closes his mouth over Bens, sighing as their bodies settle together.
Fingers slide over skin, scratching, smoothing, scraping. Alex rolls his hips against Ben, breathless against his neck. Ben flicks a fingernail over Alex’s nipple and smiles at the shudder that ripples through the tall, lean body. Inches his way down the bed and rubs his tongue over the same nipple; lust punches through him when Alex moans. Moves back up the bed, fingers dancing the length of Alex’s spine, reveling in the shiver he provokes.
“Feeling good, baby?” he asks and pressing his hand against Alex’s cock. Smiles when Alex catches his breath, eyes squeezed shut, teeth worrying at his bottom lip, hips stuttering against him. Lifts Alex and moves him so he’s above him, straddling his hips, catches his breath at the sudden weight against his groin.
Alex’s eyes fly open, wide with concern and he lifts as if to move off. Ben holds him in place and moves his hand, folds Alex’s fingers around his cock.
“Want you to touch me,” he whispers. “Yes, like that, baby, that’s good.”
For a moment he lies there, eyes closed, as Alex strokes him, then with his free hand reaches for the bottle of lube he placed on the night table earlier. Pours some over Alex’s waiting fingertips, hisses when he feels the cool liquid against the heat of his skin. Applies some to his own fingers and reaches behind Alex. Caresses and probes until the muscle relaxes and he’s allowed to work his fingers inside and massage the bundle of nerves it takes him only seconds to find.
“Ben.” Alex’s head drops forward, eyes closed, breathing erratic. He lets go of him, digging his fingers into Ben’s shoulders instead, his entire body trembling. “Oh God… Ben….please.”
Ben pulls him down into a searing kiss, using his tongue to tell Alex what he wants to do. When he hears a long, low moan he withdraws his fingers, lifts Alex up, and with one swift, smooth movement thrusts in.
Unable to speak he holds himself still, eyes locked on Alex’s face, letting their bodies adjust to the shock.
Growling in frustration, Alex moves first. Lifts himself up Ben’s length, to grind back down against him. Unprepared, Ben moans and grabs his hips to try and direct the movement but Alex won’t let him. Instead, Alex grabs his hand and wraps it around his cock, tightening his grip and setting a punishing rhythm.
“Jesus, baby,” Ben breathes, struggling for control.
“Make it good,” Alex says opening his eyes. “Please Ben, make it good.”
Ben arches up, sending a bolt of pain up his thigh, but he ignores it. Tightens his hand around Alex; Alex in turn tightens his grip on Ben’s fingers.
“Oh, fuck you feel good,” he groans and tries to match the rhythm of his thrusts to that of his fist around Alex’s cock
“Yes,” Alex breathes, circling his hips and clenching and releasing his muscles around Ben, “like that.”
With a drawn-out groan he relaxes and stretches as he rocks against Ben.
“Oh God!” Ben’s eyes widen as he realizes Alex has taken charge and making Ben lose control is what Alex needs tonight. Ben bites his lip and surrenders to the pleasure that is rolling down his spine, with each of Alex’s movements, sparking every nerve ending, making his toes curl, tightening his skin with every thrust until he feels his entire body might explode. “Baby … I’m … going to …come …. oh fuck, Alex ...”
His orgasm crashes through him, seems to go on forever, as his eyes slam shut and his back bows up. He can feel Alex grinding down against him, hear his urgent pleas as he moves Ben’s hand on himself until his muscles lock around him and for a moment Ben thinks he might black out from the intensity.
“Ben…Ben…Ben…” Alex repeats, his mouth against Ben’s ear. His fingers tighten over Bens and with a long, low moan, covers them both with thick, hot come.
For several moments, they rest there, panting, hands clenched, eyes closed. Finally, Alex lifts, moving himself off Ben with care and rolling to one side.
“Stay, I’ll get a cloth,” he says.
Ben listens to the water running and tries to catch his breath. Turns to watch Alex come back, enjoying the view of muscle rippling beneath skin as he walks. Tries to sit up and fails.
“Did I break you?” Alex says.
He looks so pleased with himself that all Ben can do is nod and hiss as Alex cleans him up. Yawns and stretches, slips beneath the sheets, wincing at the twinge in his thigh.
“You okay?” Alex asks.
Damn. He was hoping Alex had missed that.
“A little sore but I’ll live,” he says, patting the mattress. “Come here.”
“Let me wash my hands and I’ll change the dressing.”
Ben sighs. So much for post coital glow, Alex is going to turn nurse on him whether he likes it or not. He should have insisted on the uniform. Alex hunts in the bag for the dressings he grabbed before they left then sits on the edge of the bed and peels back the bandage, frowns when he sees a small smear of fresh blood. One of the stitches has popped.
“That was probably when I –” Ben starts to say but stops when he sees Alex’s face.
“I know perfectly well when it happened, you idiot,” Alex says, leans up and kisses him. “What’s the pain like?”
“It’s okay, achy, a bit like I’ve pulled a muscle or something. And there’s one spot that’s numb which is weird.”
“Probably some minor nerve damage,” Alex says as he puts the fresh bandage on. “We’ll keep an eye on it. Might pay to stay on your crutches tomorrow.”
Ben grins, waits while Alex clears up, then opens his arms.
“Didn’t bring them,” he says. “Now, will you please come to bed?”
“Of course you didn’t,” Alex says. “Where on earth did I get the idea you might be sensible? Silly me.”
Ben pulls him down to his side, carding his fingers through Alex’s hair as he curls in against him, hand coming to rest on Ben’s chest.
“Do you need a painkiller?” Alex asks. Ben can hear the fatigue in his voice and tightens his hold on him.
“You said I couldn’t have any,” he says.
“I know what I said, do you need one or not?”
“No, I’m good baby,” Ben says. “I’ve got everything I need.”
He feels Alex’s smile against his skin and closes his eyes. Feels sleep creeping up on him.
“I love you, Ben.”
“I love you back.”
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“Ben, what are you doing?”
“I was having a glass of water. Now, I’m kissing my husband.”
“Mmmmppffff. What time is it?”
“About four.”
“How’s your leg? Mmmmm, that’s good.”
“Leg’s just fine. And good, it’s meant to be.”
“Do you need a painkiller?”
“Nope.”
“Sure?”
“You do know this works better if you stop talking, right?”
“Excuse me for being concerned about my husband’s wellbeing.”
“Alex, please, shut up.”
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