Page 232 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Oh, yeah, baby. Right there,” he whispered harshly, thrusting faster.

“I’m….” Ben’s voice broke on a cry as he came, covering them both in hot cum. Wil’s hips sped up, and a few seconds later, his own release barreled through him.

Harsh rasps of breath echoed around the room as they both rode out their orgasms. Wil pressed an open-mouth kiss to the damp skin of Ben’s throat before rolling to the side.

“That was….”

“Yeah,” Wil agreed, taking Ben’s mouth in a slow and sensual kiss.

“Thank you,” Ben said huskily when they broke apart.

“Not sure what you’re thanking me for, but you’re welcome,” Wil replied with a grin.

“For everything,” Ben replied, then looked down at his stomach. “Ugh. We need to clean up.”

“I’ll grab a cloth, unless you want another shower?” Wil said.

“A wipe down will be good for now. I don’t have the energy for a shower.”

Wil rolled off the bed and quickly fetched a damp cloth and clean towel from the bathroom. He wiped Ben’s stomach and then his own before dropping them in the hamper in the corner.

He switched off the lamp before sliding back into bed, tugging the sheets over them, and pulling Ben into his arms.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” Ben replied sleepily.

Nine

Ben self-consciously tugged at the hem of his long-sleeved T-shirt as he made his way down the short hallway to the kitchen area. The tile floor was cool under his feet, making him think he should have slipped some socks on.

He came to an abrupt halt when he found Jamie sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a mug of coffee.

“Morning, Ben,” Jamie greeted him. “Didn’t expect to see you up so early. Did you sleep well?” There was a knowing gleam in Jamie’s eye, and Ben felt his face flush.

“Um. Yeah. I did. Thank you.” He felt tongue-tied. It wasn’t every day that you found yourself chatting casually with the lead singer of one of the biggest bands in the world. And that conversation was taking place in the same man’s kitchen.

“Can I make you a coffee?” Jamie offered, nodding towards the coffee machine that sat gleaming in the early morning sun.

“Actually, we have a similar model in my dorm, so if you’re okay with me using it, I can make my own.”

Jamie gestured for him to carry on as he took another mouthful from his own cup.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you. I didn’t expect anyone else to be awake.”

“No. I’ve always been an early riser. Kellet and Wil, not so much,” Jamie replied dryly.

“I… ah… wouldn’t know what Wil’s sleeping habits are,” Ben admitted.

A brief laugh had him glancing over his shoulder at Jamie.

“Let me guess. Part of the reason you’re awake and up is that you woke up cold because your bed partner had burritoed himself in all the blankets?”

Coffee made, Ben turned and nodded. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“That boy is a replica of his father in just about every way. There is very little of his poor mother in Wil. He’s all Kellet.”

“So, you mean Kellet is a cover hog, too?” Ben grinned delightedly at the snippet of unknown information.

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