10. Shoot me a text now and then so I know you’re okay.”
Benson nodded to show he had ended the ten rules.
Kyle turned off the recording, the silence now echoing in the room.
Benson added, “You know some of those rules won’t work for us in the truck and motel. Like your curfew when we’re never going to be separated, or I hope not.”
“That’s true. But it gives me an idea of what you expect.”
“And now, do you agree to these rules, or do you want to discuss them further or refine them?”
“What about breaking the law?” Worry tightened the muscles around Kyle’s eyes.
“What about it?” Benson heard Kyle’s fear seeping through his high-pitched question and distressed facial expression. Something had frightened him, either in his current situation or from his past. Was the law chasing him? Was this the real reason he left New York City?
“What if I make a mistake and break the law?”
“You’ll tell me, and I’ll help you. Are you talking about while we’re driving, or is this something in the past?”
“I’m not sure. It could be in the past, but I’m not sure.”
“Then think about it more, and when you’re ready, you can talk about it with me.” He was curious about Kyle’s past, the unknown life he had lived. He had a friend who could check to see if Kyle had a police record. Later he would email him and ask.
“If I did something terrible, would you stop being my daddy?”
“No. I would help you fix your mistakes and hope that, whatever the consequences were, you and I could deal with them together. Now that you’re my boy, you don’t need to perform well to stay in my good graces. What I’m trying to say is whatever you do may earn you punishment from me, but dumping will never be part of the discipline.”
“So, I’m not like a team member who plays crappy and gets thrown off the team?”
“Exactly. We’re not a sports team where an outstanding performance keeps you and lack of performance sits you down away from the team. We’re a love team.”
Later, Benson lay there in the dim light, watching Kyle’s chest rise and fall with slow, sleepy breaths. He’d been thinking about this all night—how badly he wanted to pull Kyle closer, tofeel his warmth pressed against him. But he’d hesitated, unsure if Kyle would be into it.
Screw it.
He shifted closer, sliding an arm around Kyle’s waist, tugging him gently until their bodies fit together. Kyle stirred, blinking up at him with a soft, curious smile.
“Hey,” Benson murmured, brushing his thumb over Kyle’s hip. “Mind if I…?”
Kyle didn’t answer with words. Instead, he turned fully into Benson’s arms, sighing as he melted against him. That was all the encouragement Benson needed. He leaned in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Kyle’s lips—just because he could, just because he’d wanted to for so damn long.
Kyle kissed him back, lazy and sweet, fingers curling into Benson’s chest. “This is nice,” he whispered against Benson’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Benson agreed, trailing kisses along Kyle’s jaw, down his throat, savoring the way Kyle shivered under his touch. “You’re so fucking warm.”
Kyle laughed softly, tilting his head to give Benson better access. “You’re the one who’s like a furnace.”
Benson grinned, pulling Kyle even tighter against him, their legs tangling together under the sheets. Every touch felt electric, every kiss deeper than the last. He whispered against Kyle’s skin—how good he felt, how much he wanted him, how long he’d been waiting for this.
And Kyle? Kyle was smiling like he’d just won the lottery, murmuring sweet, breathless words between kisses. “God, I love your hands…” “You feel amazing…” “Don’t stop…”
Benson didn’t plan on stopping. Not now, not ever. Not when Kyle was in his arms, sighing his name like it was the best sound in the world.
They took their time, exploring, touching, learning each other in the quiet dark. And when they finally came together, it was slow and perfect, Kyle’s fingers laced with Benson’s, their foreheads pressed close as they whispered things too soft for anyone else to hear. Benson stroked Kyle’s cock until it hardened, then he turned Kyle over.
“Spread your legs wider so I can get deep inside you,” Benson said.
Kyle spread his legs apart.
