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The startled look on Simon’s face melted into amusement. “Is this where we play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who tops?”
“Rock, Paper, Scissors?” What was Simon talking about?
“Isn’t that how it’s done?” There was a teasing note in the question. “Or do you flip a coin?”
“Simon!”
He laughed. “I’m sorry, sweet.” He didn’t sound particularly sorry, but he did sound relieved. “I want my cock in you. Does that help?”
“Actually, yes, it does. Do you have lube? And condoms? And are they compatible?”
Simon leaned forward to kiss Ben quickly. “Yes to all three. I know you think I’m stumbling around blind here, and that’s not completely wrong, but I did run a multinational company for twenty-five years. Prince Industries manufactures and distributes many healthcare-related products.”
“I know, but—”
“My company owns two brands of condoms and four of personal lubricant. One line is marketed mostly to gay men. I was always actively involved in our brands and product lines, Benny. I knew what to buy.”
Ben knew his face was flaming out of control from embarrassment, but he felt relief as well. That was one hurdle crossed. “Oh. Okay. Do you know about prep?”
Simon frowned. “I’m not on it, I’m afraid, but I do know what it is. We’ve got the condoms, though—”
Ben threw a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle but it still got out. This was, by far, strangest conversation of his entire life. “No. Not PrEP. Prep.”
“What?”
Still laughing in a way that was halfway to hysterical, Ben said, “Not PrEP as in the medication. I’m not on it, either. Too expensive. I meant preppingme.My body. My—”
“Got it,” Simon said in a rush. “And I was hoping you’d show me.”
That knocked the laughter right out of Ben and desire rushed back in. “I can do that.”
“I want you to do a thorough job, Benny. Show me exactly how I should touch you. Get on the bed.” He pulled one of the chairs in front of the fireplace close to the bed and sprawled in it. Simon looked decadently delicious sitting there, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned, and tie hanging loose. Like the perfect dessert. Simon ran the flat of his hand over the noticeable bulge in his pants and Ben’s mouth watered. He wanted to be on his knees, with Simon in his mouth. “Take off all your clothes then get on the bed so I can see you.” Simon groaned as Ben rushed to obey him. “Just like that. Hands and knees. Spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”
Well, hell. Ben’s erection, which had flagged somewhat, roared back to life. He felt cool lube applied by hot fingers.
“How should I touch you, Benny? Show me.”
Ben balanced on one arm so he could touch his hole, which was already slick, but still tight. He lightly ran a finger over the puckered edges, feeling himself relax, then pushed inside. Unconsciously he hummed while pushing his finger first slowly in and out, then he sped up the movement.
“God,” Simon said quietly. “Two. I want to see you with two fingers.”
Ben pulled his finger out. “More lube,” he said. “On my fingers.”
Simon drenched Ben’s fingers and then his hole with more lube. “Two fingers,” he said again.
“There,” Ben said, shoving two fingers inside himself. He hissed at the burning stretch, but in a few seconds it eased. Especially when he was able to run his fingers over his prostate. Electric fireworks danced across the backs of his closed eyes. He groaned, knowing he was close, but too lost to sensation to pull his hand out and demand more from Simon. “Need… need…”
There was a rustling of movement behind Ben, then a hot hardness brushed against Ben’s fingers. It was Simon’s cock and he’d put on a condom. He really was the perfect man.
“My turn,” Simon said. “I think the game we should play is Simon Says.” He moved Ben’s hand then rubbed the head of his cock against Ben’s softened hole. “Simon says open up and let me in.”
Ben gasped and pushed back against the blunt intrusion, trying to ease the way. He still felt overwhelmingly full. “Oh my god.”
Simon pulled on Ben’s hips. “Simon says take it. Every last inch.” He pushed forward slowly but relentlessly until his hips touched the cheeks of Ben’s ass.
“Fuck.”One of the remnants of his childhood was that Ben didn’t swear often, but in this case it was impossible not to.
Simon started moving slowly, but before long his thrusts quickened, pounding inside Ben and after a few adjustments in position, grazing across his prostate with every deep stroke. It was a little painful and a lot pleasurable and perfect. Every touch and movement and sound was perfection. Then Simon’s hand, slick with lube, curled around Ben’s aching cock and began to pump it at the same rhythm of his thrusts. After several moments in which Ben thought he might be losing his mind from the pleasure, Simon bit Ben’s shoulder then whispered in his ear, “Simon says come.”
