Page 123 of Smart Ass

“It wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t you. I hated watching you struggle with it when you didn’t even seem to like it.”

Oliver felt like a weight had been lifted from him. Now that he was free to be himself, he couldn’t even figure out why he’d wanted a body in the first place. “You’re right. I didn’t like it. Well, except when I was watching it fuck you.”

Ben’s cheeks pinked. “I wouldn’t count that out entirely… It’s actually at Evan and Quincy’s apartment. We could, uh, pick it up as long as it’s only a toy.”

“Good to know,” Oliver said smugly. “We’ll keep it in our collection. But right now…” He had Squeaky draw one pincer claw up Ben’s bare leg.

Ben sprawled back, looking straight up at the camera. God, he was sexy. Every muscle and ridge was perfect.

Oliver added a second hose, coiling around his leg, and inching toward his inner thigh. Ben moaned, letting his eyes drift shut. “You’re gorgeous,” Oliver told him. “Sublime.”

This was better than porn. Better than anything.

Oliver added the third extension, wriggling into Ben’s tight underwear and stroking his cock until the internal mechanism activated and it swelled to life.

“Get on your knees,” Oliver commanded, curious to see if Ben would actually do it.

“Not that kind of sub,” Ben smirked.

Even better. Oliver instructed the cart’s thin pincers to tighten around Ben’s wrists. He made the metallic hose squeeze even tighter around his cock and balls.

“Oh, fuck…” Ben moaned.

Oliver knew that Ben might not have quite as much sensation down there as some other guys, but there was still enough hard metal encircling some very delicate parts for Ben to thrust mindlessly against them even as he scrambled to get away.

“Now,” Oliver said smugly, “I suggest you get on your…”

There was a knock at the door.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Ben said, echoing Oliver’s thoughts precisely.

It took him only milliseconds to realize who it was. Oliver had sent Quincy and Evan a text when Ben woke up, but he hadn’t expected them to come over so soon. Oliver had been looking forward to finally meeting them, but he would happily murder them right now.

Ben shouted toward the door. “Go away!”

The knock came again.

“Uh, Ben…” Oliver started.

“We’re not interested!” Ben yelled.

The handle turned.

Oliver quickly—but still carefully—withdrew Squeaky’s arms and adjusted Ben’s underwear to cover him. But not fast enough.

Evan walked into the room and quickly hid his eyes. “Oh my god, Ben. We did not need to see that.”

“That’s what knocking is for,” Ben grumbled as he stood.

“We did knock. Go put some pants on.”

“Hi, Ben!” Quincy came out from behind Evan and pulled Ben into an enthusiastic hug. “You look better.”

Ben hugged him back. Oliver would have preferred that Ben had put some pants on for this, too.

But naturally, Ben embraced the awkwardness. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled away and gave his ass a little shake.

“Ben!” Evan shrieked, probably scandalized that Ben was mostly naked and erect while hugging his boyfriend.