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“You. Fuck me, I want you.” Ben came so hard it nearly hurt. It had been, he reflected, way too long since he’d done that. He contained as much of the cum as he could in his hand, then licked it off. He blotted himself dry with several tissues, then pulled his underwear back up and huddled beneath the soft mound of covers.
Shit. That had felt good. Way too good.
Slowly, Ben felt himself drift off to sleep. His last thought before going under wasdangerously good.
12
Simon Is Cringeworthy
Friday, December 15
Simon’s bedroom
The Gold Coast
“It’s a good thing her majesty’s at the house on St. Thomas. She would not be amused,” Hudson said as he and Simon walked down the stairs past the third floor.
Simon thought of his mother and winced. No, she wouldn’t be happy about Simon putting a stranger into the house she considered—incorrectly—to be hers. Simon had inherited it when his father died, not his mother, but Simon didn’t care if she pretended the townhouse was hers and she occasionally let her only son stay there. He could hear her protests in his head, telling him that Ben would rob them blind, or murder them in their beds, or both.
“What Mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Simon said. “She’s not due back here until just before Christmas.”
Hudson made a noncommittal noise.
“What?” Simon asked. “Since when are you shy about giving me your opinion?”
“Well, since you asked, what exactly is your plan for that kid up there?”
“Plan?” Simon frowned. “Why do I need a plan?”
“So you’ll be evicting him in the morning, then?” Hudson asked, sounding dubious.
“Of course not. He’s ill and to the best of our knowledge has nowhere to go. I’ll find out what I can from him tomorrow. If he has somewhere to go but needs money to get there, that can be arranged easily enough.”
“Sure. He can pack all the new clothes I know you’re going to buy him into luggage that you will also buy him.”
They reached the second floor, where Simon had his rooms. Both paused on the landing. “What exactly are you trying to imply?”
“Not implying anything. I’m saying that you’ll throw money at the problem, because that’s what you always do, and generally it gets the job done.”
“But?” Simon asked because he could hear the unspoken word in what Hudson had said.
“But…” Hudson rocked back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet. “What if the kid doesn’t have anywhere to go? Are you going to kick him out when he’s done with his medication? he’s got enough for ten days, so, fine, you keep him here that long. Then what?”
Simon didn’t like the question one tiny bit but he made himself consider it. “When he’s well enough to go back to work we’ll look for a place for him to live that he can afford.”
“So you’ll be kicking him out during the holidays? It'll be all Scrooge and Tiny Tim, for fuck’s sake. I can’t see that happening.”
That made Simon flinch inside to think of it. “God, no, I—”
“And a new lease won’t likely start until January. So you’ll keep him for the New Year, too.”
“Perhaps,” Simon allowed. “If necessary.”
“But then you won’t be able to find a place he can afford thatyou,in good conscience, can let him live. Especially not after living here.”
“What exactly are you getting at?” Because the conversation was beginning to get on Simon’s nerves.
“Well, you can finance an apartment for the boy, or buy him a condo, maybe. And then you’ll let him go back to that minimum wage job where he either mops floors or sweeps away snow all day?”
