I wondered what he was doing. If he was missing me as much as I was missing him. What it would have been like if he was here rightthen. Althoughthatlast thought was pointless, it was going to be a long time before we could be seen as a couple.
Butthatgot me thinking. We could still go out and have fun; it wasn’t like we couldn’t be seen together. He once said he couldn’t ever remember a time when he had fun, and as I sat on the bench, freezing my ass off, I came up with a plan.
Ijusthad to convince him to go along with it.
When the girls and I returned home, we watched another Christmas film, and when Dad got home from work, the girls insisted we playMonopoly.Knowing the argumentsthatwould ensue between Holly and Ivy over who the better player was, Dad and I cracked open a few beers while we played.
It’d been a while since the four of us had played a game, and when Mom came in, exhausted from her day on the ICU ward, we started the game all over again so she could join in.
When 9 pm hit, and the girls were getting sleepy, Mom insisted they went to bed, and an hour after, once I’d finished another beer with Dad, I went up to my room, ready to pass out. Stripping down to my boxers, I lay on the bed with my phone in my hand and tapped out a text to Ben.
Me:
Hey, man.How was your day?
The tick quickly turned blue, indicatingthathe’d read my message, but he didn’t reply for a few minutes. Worry swirled in my stomach, andjustas I was about to send a follow-up message, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from him.
“Hey, you okay?”I asked.
“Hey, Bug,”he replied, a slight slur to his voice.“How was your day?”
“It was good,”I said, keeping my voice low so no one in the house could hear me.“Have you been drinking?”
“I’ve had a couple of whiskeys, that’s all.”
A frown creased my brow. I’d only known him to drink beer, and a while ago, he made a comment about drinking himself into a coma. Trying to keep the worry out of my voice, I replied.“Cool, how come?”
He inhaled a deep breath.“Dutch courage.”
My frown deepened.“Dutch courage? For what?”
A tense pause followed before he spoke.“To tell youthatI want you to fuck me.”
Oh, holy fucking shit.
I bolted upright, the phone gripped in my hand.“You…um. You needed Dutch courage to ask methat?”
He chuckled, his deep tone traveling straight to my balls.“Yeah, Bug. Not everyone is as confident as you in the bedroom. Besides, I wasn’t sure I could deal with the rejection.”
“Trust me, baby. There’s no way I would have rejected you,”I replied, my cock pulsing at the thought of burying into his tight ass.“Isthatreallywhat you want?”
“Yeah,”he replied without hesitation.“I’ve thought about it for a while, but since you said you’d never fucked a guy before, it’sall I can think about.”Ben cleared his throat, the noise audible down the line.“Fuck, I wish you were here now.”
I squeezed my cock through my boxers.“I wish I was there too,”I gritted out, needing more thanjustmy hand wrapped around me.
“You could come over. It’s not that late.”
The desire in his voice was unmistakable, and fuck, did I want to get my ass over to his place and spend the night with him. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t fuck him when he’d been drinking.Thatwas how I’d ended up losing my virginity, and I’d regretted it. No way did I want Ben to regret anything we did.
“I can’t. I’ve had a few beers, so I can’t drive. Besides, the girls have had me on the go all day, I’m likely to fall asleep the second I get there.”
A disapproving sound echoed down the line, somewhere between a grunt and a snarl.“I’m not sure I like sharing you with your sisters.”
“I don’t have to look after them tomorrow night. You can have me all to yourself,”I replied, grinning maniacally at the hint of jealousy in his voice.
This time, the growl he released was as clear as day.“Fuck, Bug. I’m not sure I can waitthatlong.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to, baby. And don’t be finding some other dude to fuck you in the meantime,thatass is mine.”
