Page 120 of Something Like Forever
His shorts and underwearwere yanked down, exposing him. One of Tim’s palms rubbed up anddown and felt much too good. Ben was stifling a moan when a voicespoke in his ear. “Oh!” Ben said. “Hi! Ummm.”
“How can I help you,” thevoice repeated.
“We have an appointmenttoday for Timothy Wyman and uh—” Ben sucked in air, because Tim wasbusy sucking something else. “Stop!”
“Iseverything okay, sir?”
“Car troubles!” Ben said.“One of our tires exploded. Popped! It went flat.”
“Notyet, it didn’t,” Tim murmured. He moved Ben aside and rose, walkingacross the living room to the stairs.
“Soyou’ll be late?”
“Yeah,”Ben said. “But I think we can still make it. If we’re an hour ortwo late, is that an issue?”
“Just a moment.” He wasput on hold, which was annoying, because Tim was no longer there toentertain him. He sat on the couch and waited. Then the phoneclicked.
“Thatshould be okay. I can reschedule you for eleven, if you thinkthat’ll work. Where are you now?”
Tim reappeared, completelynaked and carrying a bottle of lubricant.
“JiffyLube,” Ben said. “They’re about to inspect the hole in the tirenow.”
“Oh.Well, maybe just an hour instead?”
“No! Better safe thansorry.”
“I don’t think we havecondoms,” Tim whispered.
Ben held back a laugh.“Eleven o’clock?”
“I’vegot you down for then. I hope the repairs aren’t tooexpensive.”
“Thank you. Goodbye.” Ben ended the calland set the phone aside. “How muchdoyoucharge?”
“What?” Tim asked, shakinghis head.
“You’re amechanic.”
“Am I?”Tim sauntered over to him. Ben was still seated, which meant he wasat the perfect height for something fat and hard to wag in front ofhis face. “Tell you what, polish this piston for me, and I’ll fillyou up free of charge.”
“Sounds like a bargain!”Ben said, opening wide.
This was good. His mindhad been plagued by worries the past few days, but now with hisbody asserting control, his brain was doing less and less thinking.This was as effective as popping a Xanax or getting drunk, but muchhealthier and a lot more fun. Tim was lost in lust too. Ben couldalways tell because that’s when Tim stopped being gentle. He didn’tmind though. He just sucked like his life depended on it and nearlycheered when Tim repositioned him, encouraging Ben to roll overonto his stomach.
Tim moved further down thecouch, getting on his stomach too and shoving his face betweencheeks. Ben really started moaning then, because having a tongueloll against his ass felt better than it had any right to. He wasready and rearing to go when Tim shuffled upward, but he didn’tfeel anything hard slide between his buns. Instead strong armswrapped around him, holding him tight. Tim rested his full weighton Ben, which was comforting, or would have been if he wasn’t soworried.
“You okay?” heasked.
“Call them back,” Timsaid, his voice hoarse. “Tell them we need all day.”
Ben wanted to. If thatdidn’t come with consequences, he would lock all the doors, lowerthe blinds, and keep the world from them both. “I need you to dothis for me.”
“Okay,”Tim whispered. When he spoke again, he sounded more like his oldself. “Do you mean the chemo or the sex?”
“Both,” Ben said. “Justnot in that order.”
“I’llsee what I can do.”
