Page 20 of Something Like Forever
“I drove it straight homefrom the dealership,” Tim said. “Didn’t even take it for a testdrive first. Salesman probably thought I was crazy.”
“He probably thought youwere a dream come true,” Ben said. “He’s not the onlyone.”
Tim shot him anappreciative smile. “It’s funny what you said earlier. About howwe’re not going to do it in the car. Do you remember saying thesame thing when we were teenagers? That always seemed weird to me.We did it everywhere else.”
“I was sick of you makingme duck anytime you thought you saw someone from our school. That’swhy.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Ancient history,” Bensaid. “I didn’t want to give you any ideas. A way to keep me hiddenand get laid at the same time? You never would have let me come upfor air!”
Silver eyes met his, questioning. “Andnow?”
Ben laughed. “I shouldhave seen that coming.”
“You still can,” Timsaid.
Ben bit his bottom lip.“These seats aren’t really designed for that.”
Tim hit a button, reclining just enough thathis lower body was more available. “Better?”
“It’ll do,” Ben said,looking around once for any police cars before undoing his seatbeltand leaning over. “Just keep your eyes on the road,” he said whileunbuttoning the jeans.
“You know why they call meGordito?” Tim asked, voice husky.
“Because you were a fatbaby?” Ben retorted.
“Yeah, but the nicknamestill fits. Wouldn’t you say?”
Ben pulled down on theunderwear’s elastic band, reaching in to pull Tim’s cock free. Itcertainly was beefy! Not the thickest Ben had ever seen. That honorwent to some guy in college, and while it had made an impressionvisually, it had also hurt his jaw and definitely wouldn’t fitanywhere else. Ben greatly preferred what Tim had. He rolled backthe foreskin, admiring the russet head. Ben pumped a few times. Timlifted his hips so his jeans and underwear could be shimmied down.Then Ben went to town.
He had done this thousandsof times over the years. Maybe not in the car, but sex with Timonly got better. That had everything to do with love. Little hadchanged between them physically. They had always been compatible inthis way, but the deeper they got into their relationship, the moreBen’s affection for him grew. This resulted in pure infatuation. Hehad always been crazy about Tim’s body, and despite them gettingolder and more flawed, he only found Tim that much more attractive.He hoped that would always continue. Ben already felt like he coulddo this all day.
“Jesus,” Tim said,gasping. “Go easy! You’re like a vacuum cleaner!”
“Watch the road,” Benreminded him before continuing his work. He allowed himself to playmore, caressing the balls, biting the base of the cock playfully,or just stroking while using the tip of his tongue to make sure thehead stayed lubed. Maybe it was his imagination, but the car seemedto be picking up speed.
“Uh,” Tim said. “Don’t getany on the seats. Actually—” He pressed down on Ben’s head, forcinghimself deeper inside. “—you better swallow.”
Benalwaysswallowed. Unless he wanted tosee. Still, having Tim tell him to do so, hand still on his head ashe began to thrust, was a huge turn on. The car was definitelygoing faster, but Ben couldn’t exactly tell him to slow down.Instead he reached out and thumped Tim’s right leg until he got themessage.
“Okay okay,” Tim said, thecar slowing. Then his hand pressed down harder, just before heexploded in Ben’s mouth. Straight down his throat, in fact. Ben wastoo much of a pro for this to trip him up. Running out of oxygenwas his only concern. After a few more thrusts and a long groan,Tim relented. “Seriously,” he said, not pulling out completely. “Ineed you to swallow every single drop.”
Ben glared and freed his mouth long enoughto say, “You’re lucky I think this is hot!” Then he kept going,making sure that Tim was drained and clean.
“I’m the lucky one,” Timsaid, still moaning. “Yeah. Definitely the lucky one!”
Once Ben had him put away and the jeanszipped, he sat up. “We should do that more often.”
“Deal!” Tim said,chuckling madly. Then he glanced over at him, eyes lingering on thebulge in his pants. “Wanna take the wheel? You just gotta tell mewhen to speed up and when to break.”
“You’re not going to blowme from the driver’s seat!” Ben said. “Don’t worry about me. I’mfine. Sometimes it’s fun to keep wanting.” After they rounded acorner he added, “Unless you want me to drive. That couldwork.”
“Uhhh,” Tim said, thelimits of his love clearly tested. “Your car has so manydings!”
“So? You’ve got insurance,right?”
“Yeah,” Tim saidgrudgingly. “I do.”
