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Simon didn’t stop. He barely paused, and in mere seconds Ben had been pushed past the point of no return. “I’m gonna come, Simon. Like now.Right now.” His orgasm thundered through him and he spilled helplessly into Simon’s scorching-hot mouth. “God. Oh god oh god oh god.” Ben felt both husked out and thoroughly replete. The only thing lacking was the subtle soreness in his ass that he got from just the right kind of fucking. He had a feeling, though, that they would get there, and probably soon.
A distant part of Ben wondered how Simon was dealing with his first-ever mouthful of cum. He figured he had done his duty by at least warning Simon it was happening, even if it had come a little late. Simon could spit it into a tissue or something, Ben thought. Hell, he could spit it into Ben’s mouth if he wanted. Ben thought of Simon’s face if he were to say that to him and giggled. That was cut off when Simon gave Ben’s cock another hard suck.
“Fuck!”Ben almost bent double from the shock and overstimulation. “Please Simon. Stop. I can’t—”
Simon—thank god—let go and then collapsed on his side next to Ben. “I’m sorry. Was that too much? I just wanted a little more, and I thought I could maybe, I don’t know… suck it out?”
That made Ben, still flying high on a rush of endorphins, laugh helplessly. It was all too crazy and funny. Simon, his innocent probably-demisexual heretofore straight Simon, liked sucking cock and apparently liked the taste of cum even better. Who knew? It was crazy and improbable, but so was being picked up out of the snow by a billionaire in the first place. Nothing was impossible at this rate.
Even—
Ben sobered a little and clamped down hard on that thought.Don’t think too far ahead,he thought.This isn’t permanent. He isn’t permanent. Remember that this house and this man are not your home.
Nevertheless, when Simon reached out for Ben, he curled into the other man’s arms and fit there perfectly, as if he belonged there. He felt Simon’s erection against his backside and rubbed along it slowly. “I think it’s your turn to come,” he said.
“Later,” Simon murmured into Ben’s hair. “Now I want to hold you.”
“Okay,” Ben replied sleepily. “When you’re ready, let me know.” Then, without meaning to, he slipped into a sleep filled with impossible dreams.
24
Simon Learns Something New
Monday, December 18
Simon’s bedroom
The Gold Coast
It wasn’t that Simon had never slept with anyone before. A few of the women he’d dated had talked him into letting them stay overnight and they had invariably had sex then slept in Simon’s bed. He had not, in general, enjoyed the experience overmuch. He was used to his own space, the sound of his own breathing, and the beat of his own heart. When his partners had snuggled up to him he’d dutifully held them but could never relax enough to fall asleep.
Since he had a room, Simon should probably take Ben back to it, but he found himself reluctant to do so. Holding Ben close, Simon wasn’t any closer than he ever was to falling asleep, but he was supremely relaxed. Ben fit him like no one else ever had. Being so near another person was, for the first time in his life, no longer a chore, or something to be stoically borne. Simon didn’t want to fall asleep because he didn’t want to waste a moment of the unusual feeling of closeness.
Surely Ben had to feel the same. He lay in Simon’s arms, cuddled to his side, like he had never slept anywhere else, his bone-deep relaxation evident. Why couldn’t Ben stay forever? Realistically speaking, he had nothing to go back to. His job had put his health in jeopardy and that room he’d rented—Simon refused to think of it as a home—had contributed as well. Here in Simon’s home, dressed in warm clothes and fed good meals, Ben had gotten better quickly. His face already looked less hollow. The idea of Ben going away was horrible, but the idea of him going back to such an existence was worse. If he knew Ben was okay, and getting regular meals, Simon might resign himself to letting him go.
A very uncivilized part of Simon rebelled at that thought. Ben was his. He felt the truth of it deep down, below his skin and blood and bones, and into the very cells his body was composed of. It was an unchangeable thing, like gravity, how the moon affected the tides, or the sun coming up every day in the east. Immutable.
Despite his expectation of holding Ben all night and savoring the experience, Simon dropped into sleep and dreamed of his father. In the dream, Simon’s father was still alive, with Simon back in his childhood room on the fourth floor, but Ben was there, too, and that was somehow completely right and normal. Ben sat on Simon’s bed and sketched something. Then, as is the way in dreams, Simon was with his mother and she was happy the way she used to be, making cookies with Roberta. He tried, without luck, to eat one. They always disappeared before he could bite into one.
He came out of sleep slowly, lying on his back with Ben’s warm presence cuddled into his side. He tried not to move and wake the other man, but Ben must have sensed something because he stirred and then stretched. His bare skin glowed in the syrupy light filtering in past Simon’s curtains.
“You’re beautiful,” Simon told Ben, unable to help himself.
Ben slumped out of his stretch, looking disconcerted. “No one’s ever said I was beautiful. I’m not much to look at, honestly.”
“You’re so wrong about that, Benny. I could look at you for hours.”
Ben’s lips twitched. “Are you planning on hanging me on a wall here? Make sure I’m dusted on a regular basis?”
“Shut up. The only place I want you is with me. A wall version of you would be less than portable.”
Ben laughed. “So that’s the only problem? Portability?”
“It might make kissing you hard.”
“Valid point,” Ben said.
Simon rolled onto his side and pulled Ben close. “This is much easier.”
