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Ben:thx
Ben:night
He put his phone back down to charge and picked up the remote Simon had said was for the blinds. They were currently all closed. Ben opened all of them, including the ones for the skylights. He wanted to be woken up with the sun. Then he snapped the bedside light off and waited for his eyes to adjust.
The night was bright, the golden light from the streetlights reflecting off the snow. Beyond that there were the small, twinkling lights of buildings taller than this one. Ben didn’t mind all the light, though. Sometimes he felt starved for it. Especially at night. His room in Kyle’s house was always too dark, even during the brightest part of the day.
Ben heard the buzz of a text coming through on his phone. He wondered if it was work or Kyle. In addition to Simon’s texts, there had been several texts from the other two which he planned, at least in the short run, to entirely ignore. Still, he picked up his phone to see who it was.
His heart beat faster when Ben saw it was from Simon. With fumbling fingers, Ben opened up the text app.
Simon:Sweet dreams
Despite knowing it was stupid beyond belief, something panged inside Ben when he read that.
Ben:ill try
Simon:lol. Put down your phone and try harder.
Ben:put down urs
Simon:make me
Ben:*eye rolling emoji* pretty sure Im not making you do anything.
Simon:lol! You’d be surprised.
Ben stared at his phone, wondering what the hell was going on. Was Simonflirtingwith him? All the nasty things Kyle had said and implied flooded Ben’s thoughts. No. Not Simon. Not him. Ben was imagining things.
Ben:ur stronger
Simon:you could ask me nicely.
Ben:how nice
His hand drifted to his crotch where his severely misinformed dick thought something good was going to happen. As if. But it wouldn’t hurt to touch himself. He was absolutely all alone. No one would know. He kicked back the covers, licked his hand, then started to stroke himself slowly. Simon would never, ever know how gross he was being. He looked to see if there was a reply from Simon and saw there wasn’t. Ben felt a little disappointed but let it go. Simon was his overly generous and gracious host. He wasn’t Ben’s friend, or…
Never mind or. It was never going to happen. Not in a million years.
Still, as Ben became more aroused, what his brain wanted to focus on was Simon. His Silver Fox. The man he’d been spinning daydreams about for years now. He was just two flights of stairs down, and if Ben hadn’t felt like he’d been hit more than once by a large and heavy truck, he might have contemplated venturing down those stairs. Both he and Simon were safe from horrible middle-of-the-night decisions, however. Ben’s horniness was not nearly powerful enough to overcome his bone-deep exhaustion. He would get off, super quick, wipe off with a tissue from the handy box on the bedside table, then let himself fall asleep and dream whatever his brain wanted to show him that evening. Hopefully, it would be something good.
Ben was nearing orgasm, one hand steadily pumping his shaft and the other tugging on his balls, when his phone buzzed again, startling the hell out of him and making his orgasm recede while his heart rate continued to pound away.
Simon:I’m honestly not sure. I’ll have to think about it. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
Simon:Good night, Benny
Simon:I’ll see you in the morning
Ben put his phone back down, unanswered, and went back to stroking himself. He wanted, more than anything, to be nice to Simon. To be niceforSimon.
He imagined Simon beside him, watching and urging him on. It was wrong. So absolutely wrong to think of Simon in that way, but Ben couldn’t help it, and Simon would never, ever know.
Just like that,imaginary Simon crooned into Ben’s ear.Show me how much you want it. I want to hear you.
All alone and two stories away from Simon, Ben still made sure his voice was low enough not to be overheard. “Yes. God yes. I want it.”
Tell me what you want, Benny. Tell me.
