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“I’ve been with a few guys. I’m bi, but I prefer being with a guy over a girl. I’m a switch and I get tested regularly. I have my latest results on my phone if you need to see them.” He kissed Ben. “Does that help?”
“Sorry,” Ben groaned, dropping his forehead onto Wil’s shoulder.
“What are you apologizing for? We’re still figuring things out, and this is a conversation we need to have.”
“I know,” Ben agreed, lifting his head. He cupped Wil’s jaw, smoothing his thumb along the stubbled skin. “I’m also vers, but I prefer to bottom. I’m on PrEp, and I got tested at Christmas when I was home, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since then.”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, or even this week,” Wil told him, and a part of Ben melted at the sincerity and earnestness in his tone.
“I know. But….” his voice trailed off, and he slowly slid his hand into Wil’s hair.
“But?” Wil questioned, his breath quickening.
“I’d really like to play with your curls while you blow me,” Ben said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Wil’s eyes dilated at the suggestion, and a small whimper escaped from his parted lips. “Oh, God. Yes.”
Eight
At Ben’s words, desire ignited through Wil’s body. The embers had been smoldering when he was kissing Ben, but now his blood was heating and heading south swiftly.
He attacked Ben’s mouth. Lips and tongues slid against each other as they finally gave into the desire that had been simmering between them since they’d met. Needing to feel skin, Wil tugged at Ben’s shirt, and they broke apart only long enough for Ben to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind him.
Wil pulled him as close as he could, loving the feeling of skin on skin as their chests met. He slid his hand down Ben’s torso, tracing a line from his nipple to his waist, and back again, toying with the waistband of Ben’s pajamas on each stroke. After the third time, Ben growled low in his throat and threw his leg over Wil’s hip, drawing their groins together.
“Fuuuck,” Wil hissed, as their hard cocks brushed against each other. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as Ben nipped along his jaw, his own hands exploring Wil’s back and shoulders.
“Wil?” Ben asked, low and husky.
“Yeah?”
“Stop teasing me and get either your hands or your mouth on my dick. Preferably both.”
Wil grinned and pushed Ben onto his back. Moving over him, he looked down and took in the sight of Ben’s tousled curls and desire-darkened eyes. In the low lamplight, Ben’s tanned skin shone with golden undertones.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“I’ve been ready for the last three weeks,” Ben replied, lifting his hips. Instinctively, Wil pressed down, making them both groan at the friction.
“P… p… pants off,” Ben demanded, tugging at the waistband of Wil’s sleep shorts.
Wil rose onto his knees, and shimmied his pants down to his thighs, before kicking them off without toppling off the bed. Dropping his hands either side of Ben’s head, he leaned down and kissed him slow and deep before inching his way down Ben’s body.
His stubble scraped Ben’s smooth skin as he trailed hot, wet kisses along his torso. Ben whimpered and writhed beneath him, and it was all Wil could do not to come then and there.
As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin of Ben’s belly button, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ben’s pajamas and eased them down. Ben eagerly raised his hips, sighing in relief as his cock was released from the cotton confines.
Wil took a second to enjoy the sight of a naked Ben in his bed, sprawled out, cock hard and leaking. Wil ran his thumb up Ben’s shaft, tracing the prominent, thick vein that pulsed at his touch. Ben was about the same size as himself, with a slight curve to the right. Wil’s paused just under the crown, caressing the silky skin, before capturing the bead of sticky pre-cum that appeared at Ben’s slit. His eyes locked with Ben’s as he raised his thumb to his mouth and licked it off.
“Fuck, Wil!,” Ben moaned. “Please.”
Wil shimmied down the bed, resting between Ben’s thighs, and without warning, licked a stripe up Ben’s dick, swirling his tongue around the crown. When he glanced up at Ben, he was rewarded with a pleading look.
“I gotchu, baby,” he promised, slowly taking Ben into his mouth.
He didn’t deep-throat him. Instead, he tenderly suckled the head, tightly wrapping his fingers around the base of Ben’s cock, squeezing and stroking.
“So good,” Ben whimpered. Wil felt the weight of Ben’s hand gently land on his head, and he let out his own moan when fingers lovingly tangled in his curls.
