Saving Grapes - Madeline Kirby Page 0,28
to pull Ben’s pillow away, but Ben held on tight. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
Ben turned over to look up at his lover. Thom’s hair was sticking up and out on one side in a truly epic case of bedhead and his right cheek had red marks where he’d slept on a wrinkle in the pillowcase. He was a disheveled mess.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Ben said. “Want some coffee?”
“I what? No I don’t. There’s coffee?”
“On the nightstand, but you’ve got to go through me to get to it.”
Looking over Ben’s shoulder, Thom could see the two steaming mugs on the nightstand. He knew Ben was trying to goad him into morning sex, and to be honest he didn’t object, but right now he really just wanted that coffee.
“So, how about I make you a deal?”
“A deal? I don’t know. Is that anything like a proposition?”
“Sure.”
“An improper proposition? Are you propositioning me, Mr. Caldwell?”
“Um, yes?”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, how about you let me drink that coffee now, while it’s still hot, and then we can, um…”
“Go on…”
“We can do, well… We can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want? Anything I want?”
“Um, yes?”
“You must really want that coffee.”
“You have no idea.”
Ben handed Thom one of the steaming mugs with a smile. “You have a deal. Oh, sweetheart, you are going to turn so red when I tell you what I want.”
Ben rested his hands on Thom’s hips and looked up at his lover’s flushed face. At this point he couldn’t tell whether Thom was embarrassed or turned on, but he looked like he was having a good time, so Ben didn’t worry about it. When Ben had told Thom he wanted Thom on top, riding his cock, he thought Thom’s eyes might bug out of his head.
“I’ve never… I don’t… I’ve never done it that way,” Thom admitted.
“Neither have I – and I really, really want to. And you said anything.” Ben was not above pushing his advantage.
But here they were, and Thom was definitely enjoying himself, if the pre-cum leaking from his bobbing cock was anything to go by. Ben reached for it, swiping the drop with his thumb and bringing it to his lips for a taste. He looked up and saw Thom watching him with darkened eyes. Ben shifted his hips and Thom’s eyes closed, his own hips rocking as Ben hit his sweet spot. Ben was going slow, trying to draw it out, but he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“How you doin’, sweetheart?” Ben whispered.
“Good,” Thom answered, whispering as well.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last. Gonna speed up if that’s okay with you.”
Thom nodded.
“Will you touch yourself? I want to watch you jack yourself off.”
“Okay,” Thom whispered. Ben smiled – his man was quiet and steady at everything.
“Okay. Hold on tight, here we go.” Ben dug his heels into the mattress and starting thrusting harder and faster, his fingers digging into Thom’s hips. He heard Thom’s soft grunts, watched Thom’s hand fly as he jacked himself off, squeezing the head of his cock so tight Ben was surprised it didn’t hurt. Then Thom froze, his face twisted as he came, thick white cum spilling over his hand and onto Ben’s stomach. Ben could feel Thom’s muscles as they contracted and rippled around his cock. “Damn,” Ben breathed, just before his own release hit him and his eyes squeezed shut so tight he thought his eyelids might cramp up.
The next thing he knew, Thom was struggling to get off him. “What the–?”
“There’s someone at the door!”
“At this hour?”
“We’re usually up by now! Let me up!”
Ben reached down, grabbing the base of the condom so Thom could make a clean exit. Ben headed to the bathroom to clean up while Thom wiped off with a tissue, sticking his head out the bedroom door to shout, “Be right there!” down the stairs.
Thom ran to the sink, splashed some water on himself, and ran back out, throwing on the clothes he had been wearing last night before rushing down the stairs.
Ben finished cleaning up, washed his hands, and splashed some water on his face before crossing over to the guest room to put on fresh clothes. He frowned at the dresser as he closed the drawer. He needed to figure out how to get himself moved in across the hall. Oh well, one thing at a time. He heard voices downstairs and recognized his uncle’s, so he hurried to finish dressing and get downstairs.
He followed the