by Riley Knight
“Do it,” Isaac murmured, and he was surprised when he heard the tension, the slight growl, in his own voice. It fit with the tension in his body, the way his cock throbbed and pulsed, his balls drawn up tightly to his body and aching.
“Isaac, you really want this, don’t you?” Ben asked, and it was like he actually hadn’t known that. Like it was a shock to him that Isaac could want him. Honestly, Isaac could sort of get that, because it was a surprise to him, too, that he could want anyone like he wanted this.
“Do it!” Isaac spoke more emphatically, and he pulled on the sweet, smooth, subtle curve of Ben’s powerful hips, his whole body thrumming and pulsing in time with the throbbing beat of his heart. Ben actually chuckled a little bit, but Isaac could probably forgive him for that because he started to lower himself onto Isaac’s cock.
Nothing could have prepared him for how it would feel, for how tight and hot and smooth Ben would be inside. He’d had Ben’s mouth, his hand, wrapped around his dick, but he had never had anything like this.
It was more than just the physical sensation, too, as glorious as it was. But no, it was also the look on Ben’s face as the head of Isaac’s cock breached him. It was the soft, almost breathless little cry that Ben let out, and it was the warm surge of love which started deep inside Isaac’s body and radiated out, making him exquisitely aware of just how beautiful this was.
Ben wasn’t quick about it, and he was so tight that Isaac understood. He was, in some strange way, in no hurry. Oh, his body would very much like to take control and just slam deep inside of Ben, but his body had never controlled him.
He could spend eternity just watching the subtle changes in Ben’s handsome face as Isaac’s cock worked slowly further inside of him. The older man was concentrating intently, his eyes looking dark in the dim light from the window, his lips parted with his rapid breathing. Slowly, so slowly that Isaac could watch every step of it, every inch, on Ben’s face, Ben took Isaac inside of him.
“Isaac,” Ben moaned, as his round ass settled against Isaac’s hips and Isaac knew that he was fully buried, balls deep, inside of Ben’s body. They were as intimately locked together as two people could be, and nothing could have prepared Isaac for how that would feel.
He was inside, completely and fully, the man he was in love with, and if he’d had even the slightest doubt that it was love, he wouldn’t have had it anymore. He’d heard that, once he was in love, he would know, and that had been absolutely correct.
“Ben, please,” Isaac whispered back. Already, he was throbbing right on the edge, so ready to spill that his whole body was shaking with the force of holding it back. But he didn’t want to come. He wanted this, their very first time, to last forever, and he already knew that there was no way it could.
So he wasn’t sure what he was begging for, for Ben to move or for him to never move. His hands gripped onto Ben’s hips so tightly that he thought even his short nails would probably leave marks, and the most amazing part of all of it was that when he looked up at Ben, he saw the same tension, the urgency and the longing, that he knew was shining in his own eyes.
For a long, long moment, neither of them moved. They just stayed locked together, Isaac completely buried inside of Ben, their eyes locked in an embrace every bit as heated as what their bodies were doing.
“Isaac, if I move, I’m gonna come,” Ben admitted in a low, absolutely beautiful voice that Isaac found to be pretty much the epitome of sex. He groaned, suspended somewhere between denial of that statement, and the sure knowledge that he and Ben were in the same place.
“Do it,” Isaac whispered. This couldn’t last forever, no matter how much a part of him wanted it to. But in his mind, he knew, he could hold onto it until the day he took his last breath and every day in between. That was going to have to be good enough.
Ben’s breath hitched in, and then those strong hands were on Isaac’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed with the weight of Ben’s sturdy, muscular, stocky body on him. But Ben wasn’t trying to hold him down, he was just bracing himself, and Isaac wasn’t afraid.
Ben’s powerful hips flexed, moving under Isaac’s hands, and he slid up so that his tight channel was gripping onto the very tip of Isaac’s cock. For what was probably only a split second but which felt like an eternity, he stayed there, and then he slammed himself back down onto Isaac and really started to ride him, seemingly a wild man, a man possessed, as he rode him.
It was exactly as Isaac had known it would be. As soon as Ben was moving, there was no more hope for Isaac. Ben had brought him to release before, and he could feel it happening again even as he knew that this was going to be far more vivid, far more devastating, than anything he’d felt before.
And then there was no more thought. There was nothing but a rising surge of pleasure, so sharp it was almost painful, as his body prepared. For the very first time, Isaac got to feel it as his cock twitched inside of someone else’s body, as it seemed like everything in him, body, mind, and soul, pulsed through himself and into Ben. He filled the condom with his fluids, and it was so good, so pure, so far from the sinful shame that Isaac would have expected, that for a moment he couldn’t breathe.
At the same time, he felt Ben clenching around his sensitive cock, and he felt the rhythmic contractions shaking Ben’s body. He felt the spatter of hot come on his stomach and he groaned helplessly as he looked up into the face, into the eyes, of the man he loved.
TWENTY-ONE
By the time Ben had dealt with the condom, Isaac was already fast asleep, apparently utterly spent from the events of the day. And the poor guy had really been through a lot, Ben understood.
It was all steps in Isaac’s growing up. Sure, he had been an adult when Ben had met him, but now Isaac was doing things that he’d never had a chance to do. It was through no fault of his own, and Ben’s heart broke as he looked down at Isaac.
“I guess none of us have any damn control over how our parents fuck us up,” he murmured, standing over the bed, watching as his beautiful young lover pressed his face into the pillow, eyes closed, lips parted, completely worn out by the day he’d had.
Poor guy even reeked of beer. Oh well. He could have a shower in the morning. In the meanwhile, well, beer was hardly a smell that a bartender couldn’t deal with. So he settled back down in bed again, wrapped his arm firmly around Isaac’s waist, and pulled his slender body in so that Ben was cradling him from behind.
In the heat of the moment, Isaac had said something that Ben knew he shouldn’t take too personally. But he couldn’t help but remember it as he held Isaac close, as he felt the slow, rhythmic movement of his stomach and chest with his breath. It calmed Ben just to hold him, to make his breath match Isaac’s, and he couldn’t help but smile as he snuggled against him.
“I love you too, kiddo,” he told him because it was safe to do so. It was not a good idea for him to love anyone, but it hadn’t stopped it from happening. What would he do if he lost this man? He already didn’t know, and that was terrifying. He didn’t let himself need people like this.
But the words had been gnawing at his brain, and he could have no peace until he’d said them. Once he had, then he felt his eyes drifting closed. His ass was a bit sore, and he was still very unsure about what all of this meant, but for the moment, at least, it didn’t seem to matter.
For the moment, he had Isaac, and that was enough.
* * *
The sunshine was pouring in through the window, and the air was already heating up. As the days drew on toward summer, it was getting hotter and hotter, and Ben shifted uneasily under the blankets which were simply too warm during the day.
“Ben,” he heard a voice calling him, and normally, he probably would have just ignored it and done his best to go back to sleep, despite the heat. But this was a familiar voice, and Ben groaned and slowly came up toward wakefulness, a diver returning from the deeps to the air above the sea.
“Mmph,” Ben commented, but he forced hi
s gummy eyes open and rubbed at them as he yawned. A slow smile crossed his face, and he couldn’t help but look Isaac up and down, even with the serious expression on the younger man’s face. “A guy could get used to waking up like this, babe, but there are even better ways to wake up.”
That brought a slight smile to Isaac’s lips, as Ben had hoped. He was always a flirt but even more, apparently, when he’d gone and done something stupid like falling in love with someone.
“I want to go talk to the girl.”
At first, Ben’s sleepy brain couldn’t even handle that. Pretty much all he wanted was to drag Isaac back into bed with him, to cuddle him close and feel his slender body against his. To maybe see where it all went, because now that his body had remembered how freaking awesome sex was, he was definitely interested in getting more.
Slowly, the words percolated through his brain and eventually, he got it. He remembered the day before, and the only girl he could think of was the girl who had been kissing Isaac’s father …
Oh. All of a sudden, Ben was wide awake, swinging his legs out of bed and standing up so that he could look down at Isaac instead of up at him from the vulnerable position of the bed.
“Isaac, there’s something you should know about that …” Because the previous day, when Ben had told him, he hadn’t even gotten through the whole story before Isaac had taken off. Ben had thought there was time to break it to him a bit more slowly, but Isaac noticed everything, and if he figured it out without being warned ahead of time, that could be messy.
“I don’t wish her any harm. I just want to talk to her before I decide what I’m going to do with my parents. With my mother.” Isaac’s face was determined, and Ben would have normally taken a few seconds to appreciate just how gorgeous the other man was when he was all fired up like this, but there were, strangely, more important things right then.
“Isaac …” Ben tried again, but Isaac held up a hand and stopped him.
“I know she probably doesn’t want to talk to me. I even think I know who she is. There is this girl who always used to glare at me in church, and I never understood it before, but …”
That was it. If Isaac knew who the girl was, and if he went to go see her, the situation was more critical than he’d thought. Ben groaned and gripped Isaac by the shoulders, pulling him close to him.
“Just listen to me, damn it,” Ben growled. “You need to know something, and if you still wanna go talk to her after you know it, then I’ll step aside. Hell, I’ll go with you, if you want.”
That got Isaac’s attention, apparently, because he did shut up, his head tilted to the side as he looked curiously at Ben. After a moment to make sure that Isaac wasn’t going to interrupt again, and to brace himself a little bit for this, Ben was satisfied.
“The girl, she was …” How to put this delicately? To hell with it, Ben had never been all that good at delicate and Isaac might not even understand if he tried to use euphemisms. “She’s pregnant. Not very far along but yeah. Definitely pregnant.”
All of the strength seemed to flow out of Isaac, that strange, hectic energy that Ben had noticed from pretty much the first moment that he’d woken up just abandoning him as Isaac settled down on the bed again. It was like his legs wouldn’t hold him up anymore.
“Pregnant?” Isaac whispered, and Ben nodded a little. He was very sure of what he’d seen, the rounding of her belly. She’d tried to hide it with her clothes, but the wind had pulled at them just perfectly, and he’d been able to see it very clearly.
“Yeah.” Ben struggled to figure out what to say to help. Would it make it better, or worse, if he pointed out that the girl’s baby wasn’t even necessarily Isaac’s fathers? Ben was just no damn good at this sort of thing, so he settled for actions instead of words, resting his hand on Isaac’s and squeezing it lightly before interlacing their fingers.
No matter what Isaac decided, Ben knew that he would be there for the man. This thing between them was new, but it was intense, and it meant more to Ben than anyone else that he could think of. Except maybe Sammy, who needed Ben.
“I’m going to have a brother or sister,” Isaac whispered, and Ben looked into his face because he really had no idea how to decipher what it was that he saw there. What was that emotion filling those eyes and tensing those lips?
And then he got it. He’d had trouble because he hadn’t expected to see joy, almost rapture, on Isaac’s face when he found out that his dad might have knocked some young woman up. But that was what it was, and Ben didn’t get it, but …
Well, maybe he did. His emotions had been confusing when he’d found out about Sammy but now … yeah. Maybe he could understand that expression, after all.
“Yeah, babe, you are,” Ben admitted. “You still want to go?” There were a thousand things that he could see going wrong if Isaac did, but Ben wasn’t going to try to stand in his way. This was something that the man needed to do, and that was just all there was to it.
“More than ever,” Isaac informed him, and Ben grinned, attempting to break the tension between the two of them. Trying to make it just a little bit less real, because things were getting way too intense for him.
“Well then you’re gonna have to go have a shower,” Ben drawled with a smirk, “Because you smell like a damn brewery.”
At first, Isaac didn’t get it. He was probably pretty used to the smell after smelling it all night. But then a slow, almost reluctant, smile crossed his face as he obviously remembered the previous night.
“I’ll go shower, and then we can go,” Isaac said, and then he left, and Ben knew that the man had no idea what state he left Ben in. With just a few words, Isaac managed to make Ben feel included in his life. Yes, Ben had offered to go with him, but he hadn’t actually been sure that Isaac wanted his company for this.
“Okay,” Ben muttered, keeping his voice strong, and he followed Isaac with his eyes until he was out the door on the way to clean himself. Ben was just as glad, honestly. Smelling Isaac’s natural scent mixed with alcohol had been odd. It didn’t seem to fit at all.
Just as he was thinking that his phone rang. So early? But when he glanced at the time, he saw that he and Isaac had slept in. It was almost eleven, and not actually a strange time for someone to be calling.
He looked at the call display and then groaned softly. It was his boss. That couldn’t be a good sign, right? He liked Tom, but they were so short staffed that Ben knew it was a minor miracle he’d gotten a day off at all the previous day.
Briefly, he considered just not picking it up, but Tom was persistent. He would call back, or he would text, until Ben did grab the phone, and besides, the poor guy had been working almost as much as Ben himself had. So he pressed the button and accepted the call.
“What is it?” he growled, aware that he didn’t sound all that friendly, but also aware that Tom could take it. The man hadn’t gotten to where he was by taking offense to a lot of things.
“I want to make sure you’re coming in tonight,” Tom said, and Ben frowned. He was going to call bullshit on that one. It just didn’t make any sense at all. And Tom had never done it before.
“What the hell, man? Of course I’m coming in,” Ben told him. “You’ve never called just to ask me if I’m coming to work. I’m scheduled, I’ll be there.”
Tom laughed. One of the reasons Ben liked him was because he could be just as blunt as he wanted and not have to worry about hurting Tom’s feelings. The older man just seemed to think it was hilarious.
“Okay. Good.” There was a pause, and then Tom spoke, in an elaborately casual voice that let Ben know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this was the real reason that Tom had called. “That boy you’re shacked up with. The pretty one. He seemed to be in pretty rough shape last night. Is he okay?”
Ben looked out the door through which Isaac had disappeared and fought back a soft sigh. How to even answer that question? Was Isaac okay?
“I mean …” Ben hesitated and then shook
his head. “As well as anyone who has no job and was just kicked out of his house can be.”
There was more to it, of course. There was always more to the story, but Tom was his friend, but he was also his boss. Besides, it really wasn’t Ben’s story to tell, not his decision to talk about the rest of it and make it public.
“He doesn’t have a job?” Tom’s voice sharpened. “Well goddamn it, Ben, why didn’t you tell me that? Bring him with you tonight. He can start right away.”
Okay, now that was weird. Ben had been considering very strongly asking Tom for that very thing, but now, well, he wasn’t so sure. Did someone like Isaac, someone who still retained, despite everything, a touching degree of innocence, belong in a bar?
“I don’t know if he’s right for it,” Ben admitted, dropping his gaze down to the floor. The truth was, there was way, way more to it than that, but he didn’t let himself think about it. Not right then.
“Are you kidding? I saw how he handled Hank. He didn’t flinch. Plus he’s gorgeous, and people will come from all over just to see him. Is he unreliable? Is there some reason you think that he wouldn’t be able to keep a job?”
Ben had a sudden, almost overwhelming, urge to say something terrible. To tell Tom that Isaac would steal, lie, miss work, anything to stop this from happening. The full force of his emotions stole his breath for a second, but he forced his lungs to work.
“No. No, there’s nothing like that,” Ben admitted. Isaac was inexperienced, but then, he had worked for years and years at his father’s church, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to work. And he was charming and sweet and, yes, so very beautiful.
In a lot of ways, he was ideal for the job, and Tom seemed to accept it as something that was just going to happen. As, Ben supposed, it was. Realistically, even with all of his weird urges aside, Ben knew that Isaac deserved this shot.
One more step on the path to growing up, right?
