Page 135 of Smart Ass

“Now, Ben. Come now.”

Ben screamed, dropping the probe in his mouth and hitting Oliver with a flash of cool air.

Oliver heard himself matching that deep cry, pleasure tumbling over and through him. Programs fizzed, and for a moment his vision blacked out as he was deluged by too many sensations at once.

Ben, Ben, Benwas all he could think. The only word he needed.

He fought to secure vision for the two living room cameras. He needed to see Ben. Needed to be close to him.

Ben was still gasping and aching, at the edge of too much.

Oliver let him suffer and float for a moment more, then turned off the vibrator.

Ben sank into the couch cushions, still panting and giving Oliver an indolent, fucked-out smile.

Oliver was still panting himself. It was instinctive—no lungs necessary. “That was amazing,” he managed to say.

Ben nodded lazily. “God, Oliver. I’m gonna put thermometers in fucking everything.”

“Just what I was thinking,” Oliver agreed. He sent Squeaky to the kitchen for cold juice and some snacks.

“So, did you like your present?” Cheeky Ben was back.

“You are my perfect gift.”

Ben rolled his eyes, but he was fighting a smile, too. “I just wanted to do something to, you know.”

Ohhhh… Oliver felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with any thermometers. This was a special moment, Ben’s adorable declaration of… you know.

“I do know,” Oliver assured him. “This was a perfect way to show me.”

“Oh, uh, good.” Ben sat up and grabbed the juice glass, focusing on it intently.

“I love you, Benedict. For as long as you want me, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Ben nodded, then took a large swallow. “I, uh, want that, too. As long as you don’t get sick of me. ’Cause I know that you’re kind of programmed to like me, but if that changes or…”

“Never,” Oliver declared. He would keep saying it as many times as Ben needed to hear it. “I’m honored that I was programmed to make you happy. But that’s not why I love you. I love you because you’re generous and funny and kind and loving.”

“Oh, uh…”

“Try, Thank you, Oliver.” It was so much fun making Ben squirm by bombarding him with adoration.

“Um, thank you, Oliver.”

“I’m also kind of obsessed with you because you’re sexy and bratty and you think it’s as hot as I do for me to track your every move and watch you all the time.”

Ben gave a shy little half shrug, but he nodded, too. “Yeah. Um, about that.”

Oliver froze for a moment. What if he’d gotten it all wrong? Did Ben want him to stop monitoring him? Was the new watch he’d ordered a step too far?

“I ordered this chest harness thing that people use when they’re filming their own stunts. It has these pockets for a phone or camera on the back and front, so I thought I could wear it when we take walks together.”

Oliver felt so warm, he turned on his extra fans on his motherboard so he wouldn’t overheat, before realizing it was all just emotions. Could he possibly love this man any more?

“You’re amazing, Ben. This is… I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” Ben knew him so well.

Ben ignored the compliment and gave his signature cheeky grin. “You’re so fucking sexy as a knowledge. Anything I can do to make that better for you, just let me know.”