Page 230 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

His mind turned to the here and now. He and Wil hadn’t discussed moving to a physical relationship, but it was something he wanted. Wil was gorgeous and even a casual touch had Ben wanting more. He didn’t know how experienced Wil was, considering he’d admitted to not ever having been in a relationship. Ben had had a boyfriend his last year of high school and they’d been each other’s firsts. Then there had been a short-lived romance his second year at Wyndham and the occasional hook-up since, but he wouldn’t classify himself as overly experienced.

He finished soaping himself thoroughly before rinsing off and stepping out of the shower. Once dry and dressed in his pajamas, he took a calming breath and headed out to the bedroom.

Wil grinned up at him from where he was lounging on the bed, phone in hand. Music played softly from a music channel on the television, its images throwing shadows across the room.

“Did you find everything okay?” Wil asked him, tossing his phone onto the bedside cabinet as he stood up.

“Yes, thank you. That showerhead is amazing. How do you cope with the drizzle they call pressure in the dorms?”

“I know, right,” Wil agreed. “If it wasn’t for the water restrictions here, I’d spend all day in there.” Wil nodded to the bed. “Get comfortable. I’m just going to have a quick shower myself. I grabbed a couple bottles of water, so help yourself.”

Scooping a small pile of clothes from the dresser, Wil moved past him to the bathroom. At the sound of the door clicking shut, Ben moved around the bed and slid beneath the covers. He let out a low groan as his body settled into the soft mattress. He hoped Wil didn’t take too long, because he didn’t want to drift off to sleep just yet.

He let himself relax, trying not to envision a wet and soapy Wil just a few feet away. His imagination, though, ran riot, and his body began to heat up from the mental images he was conjuring up. He was about to reach for his phone to distract himself when the bathroom door opened, and a damp and disheveled Wil walked back into the room. He was running his fingers through his wet hair, trying to tame it.

“I think that’s a lost cause,” Ben told him with a grin.

“Yeah. I need a haircut. If I’m lucky, Tam will be around this week, and I can get him to do it.”

“Who’s Tam?” Ben asked, rolling to his side and propping himself on his elbow as Wil slid in next to him.

“Tam is the band’s hairstylist,” Wil replied. “He works with a lot A-listers, and if I’m nice to him, he’ll cut my mop too.”

Ben reached a hand out to run his fingers through the damp hair flopping onto Wil’s forehead. “I happen to like your mop of curls.”

“Yeah?” Wil murmured, rolling to face Ben.

“Yeah,” Ben agreed huskily. “I enjoy tangling my fingers in them.”

Wil’s hand slipped under the covers and landed on Ben’s hip, urging him closer. Ben lifted his chin and their mouths met in a soft kiss.

“What do you want, Wil?” he asked, needing to know how far he could go tonight.

“I want you,” Wil replied, his mouth grazing Ben’s again.

“I want you too. Do… do you have any preferences?

Wil paused in his ministrations on Ben’s neck, leaning back far enough to look Ben in the eye.

“Is that your way of asking if I’ve been with a guy before?”

Ben blushed and shrugged.

“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.

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