Page 126 of Smart Ass

Ben

Ben rolled over in bed, hazily blinking his eyes open.

“Good morning, love,” Oliver greeted him.

“Morning,” Ben murmured. He could hear the coffee machine start to steam and gurgle in the other room.

Oliver was so good to him.

Ben stumbled into the bathroom while Oliver hummed an upbeat tune, quietly reminding Ben that he was with him every moment.

The past week had been like living in some kind of paradise, where Ben just basked in Oliver’s presence.

They watched movies on the couch with take-out and cozy blankets. They dabbled with ideas for starting their own company and ran simulations for new projects. They hung out with Quincy and Evan, where Oliver fit right in. Ben had even gone for a walk through the park yesterday, with his phone held in front of him to stream the view.

And oh, the sex…

They just couldn’t get enough of it.

The first morning, Oliver had made Ben jerk off for him in the shower, giving commands that had Ben pinching his nipples and edging himself until he could hardly stand.

After that, it seemed like all Ben had to do was stretch or change clothes or just… breathe or something, and Oliver was swooping in with Squeaky or telling Ben how to touch himself, what toys to use, what parts he wanted Ben to display…

Ben only complied half the time, but that was part of the fun.

Sometimes he’d challenge Oliver, making silly little bets before running his hands teasingly over his own body and driving Oliver out of his mind until he finally stepped in and took over.

Once, Ben had woken from a midday nap to find himself handcuffed to the bed, where Oliver had proceeded to spank him with Squeaky’s delicate extensions and fuck him with a dildo.

Life was just so damn good.

Ben couldn’t figure out why he was feeling anxious.

He finished brushing his teeth and wandered into the kitchen where he smelled… bagels?

The toaster popped up.

“Where did these come from?” Ben asked, snagging the piping hot bagel halves and putting them on a plate.

“I ordered them this morning. I got some extras for later.”

Ben grunted. “You don’t have to do all that.”

“I like feeding you.”

Oh. Well, now Ben felt even more special… and more ill at ease.

What was wrong with him?

He glanced around the living room. His shoes were put away. His weird little piles of detritus were tidied up and stacked out of the way. The blanket on the couch was folded. How had Squeaky even done that?

“You don’t have to clean up for me either,” Ben said. “You’re not my maid.”

Oliver chuckled. “I’m enjoying finding mods to automate everything. Some of them are remarkably complex for very simple tasks.”

That made sense. Mods were cool. There was just still something bugging him.

After breakfast, Ben put his plate in the sink and went to his bedroom. He knew Oliver could still see and hear everything that he did, especially if he used technology, but it felt a little more private when he was texting Evan.