Saving Grapes - Madeline Kirby Page 0,61

hand slip beneath the covers, stroking his belly below where his right arm was strapped to his chest. They probably shouldn’t be doing this now – someone could come in at any moment – but it felt too good to stop.

Ben’s hand moved lower, finding the drawstring of his sweatpants and untying it. Thom’s breath caught in anticipation and Ben pulled back just far enough to whisper against his lips. “Please, Thom. I need to feel close to you.”

Thom didn’t open his eyes, just nodded and strained forward to recapture those lips he was already missing.

Ben pulled away again, lowering the covers and carefully pulling Thom’s sweats and boxers down far enough to expose his groin. Pulling the covers back up, Ben bent back down to kiss him. Thom brought his good hand up to tangle in Ben’s shaggy hair and hold him in place. He didn’t want to stop kissing, even if it meant his dick didn’t get any attention.

But it would seem he had underestimated his lover’s ability to multitask. After just a couple of minutes he felt a lube-slicked hand stroking and coaxing him until he was hard. There was a tricky moment when he started to thrust and the resulting pain caused a softening of his erection. But Ben didn’t give up. He broke their kiss to whisper, “Shh. Don’t move, sweetheart. Just let me do all the work.”

Thom bit his lip and nodded. Ben gave his earlobe a nibble, then moved down to pull the covers back and lay one arm across Thom’s thighs to hold him still. He resumed stroking, pinching and squeezing the way Thom liked. “Ben,” he choked. “Soon—”

Ben lowered his head, kissing along the top of Thom’s thigh, nuzzling his balls. “Now.” His breath tickled and his voice vibrated against Thom’s balls. “Come now.”

Thom gritted his teeth, trying to stay quiet while he came. There was pain, but he wasn’t sure whether it was from his hip or his shoulder or the relentless pressure of Ben’s hand on his glans – it melded with the pleasure and he couldn’t separate them. His seed seemed to pour out of him, thick and white and hot as it covered Ben’s hand and dripped onto his stomach.

“Oh, God,” Thom gasped, flopping back against his pillow. “Ungh-”

“Don’t move – I’ll be right back.”

Thom nodded. He thought he nodded, anyway. Ben was back in moments with a warm washcloth. Thom lay back, enjoying the sensations as Ben cleaned him up. “You were right.”

“What was I right about this time?” Ben asked with a grin.

“That this was important.”

Ben finished cleaning Thom and together they put his clothes back in place. Thom reached out, laying his hand over the erection pressing against the front of Ben’s jeans. “I can’t do much right now. The angle is bad and this hand is so awkward, but I want to touch you, too.”

“Yeah? I think we can figure something out.” Ben started unfastening his jeans, pushing his boxer briefs down so that his cock fell out, bobbing against the side of the bed. Thom turned his hand over and managed to reach inside Ben’s underwear to cup his balls. He liked the way they hung, one lower than the other, lopsided like Ben’s dimple. He wiggled his fingers, enjoying their weight in his hand. Ben hummed his approval and started stroking his own cock, thrusting long and slow into the tight circle of his fist.

Thom couldn’t take his eyes off him – everything focused on one point – the heat and weight of Ben’s balls, the scent of his arousal, the little huffing sounds he made. He moved his hand up, to the base of Ben’s cock, and Ben took it, lacing his fingers with Thom’s and holding Thom’s hand with his own so that Thom could feel him thrusting, slipping in and out of their joined hands. At the last minute Ben grabbed the washcloth, using it to catch his cum as he moaned into his release, bending to kiss Thom’s lips.

“You’re so tidy,” Thom quipped when Ben ended the kiss and finished cleaning up.

Ben laughed. “I don’t want to have to change the sheets.” He bent over to kiss his lover again. “You’ll be ambidextrous before you know it.”

“We’ll practice as often as you want.”

“Be right back.”

When Ben came back in the room the serious look was back.

“Okay, something’s up. What is it?”

Ben pulled one of the dining chairs over to the bedside and sat, taking Thom’s hand in