Page 104 of When Ben Loved Tim
“Tim? Is that you?”
I freeze. It’s his mom! Her voice came from upstairs. Opening the door again and fleeing would definitely alert her, so I creep into the living room, and just in time, because a light flicks on.
“Tim?” she repeats.
“What’s going on?” I hear my boyfriend say.
“I think someone is in the house!”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Tim replies.
“Maybe I should wake up your father.”
“Nah, let him sleep. I’ll go look.”
I’m momentarily relieved until I hear his mother say, “Not alone you won’t!”
Shit! I glance around the living room but can’t find a convenient hiding place. I’ll be trapped in here if I don’t hurry. I see two pairs of feet coming down the stairs as I sneak across the entryway. I’m moving slowly, so I won’t make a sound, but they don’t share this concern and are coming down the stairs much faster. I can hear his mother whispering a prayer in Spanish. I finally reach the threshold of carpet, but they’re bound to see me at any second, so I dart into the guest bathroom. My options here aren’t any better. There’s only a toilet and a sink.
“The front door is unlocked!” I hear his mother hiss. “And the floor is wet!”
“That was me,” Tim says. “I went for a run not too long ago.”
“Maybe someone followed you home!”
“Well there’s nobody in the living room.”
I squeeze behind the bathroom door, press my back against the wall, and listen to footsteps approach. Which sound noisier than they need to be, I guess to warn me, but I can’t leave my hiding spot now without being seen. The bathroom light turns on. I glance in the mirror and see Tim staring back at me.
“All clear,” he says with wide eyes before shutting off the light. “Hey, you know what this reminds me of? When I used to make you guys check for monsters.Under my bed.” He speaks the last line with added emphasis. I guess that could work. I’m certain that the front door will be locked and too noisy to open.
“Let’s check the back of the house,” Tim says.
His mother says something in Spanish.The saints are pregnant?No idea. I really should pay more attention in class. Tim responds to her in turn as their voices fade away. I hold my breath and leave the bathroom, my legs stiff and unwilling. I creep along until I reach the stairs and place a sweaty palm on the handrail. I’ve done this enough times to avoid the squeakier steps, but my heart thuds anyway as I climb, because I’m worried his father is going to wake up and come investigate. My worst fear fails to manifest. I make it into the safety of Tim’s room, forcing myself to proceed cautiously, when really I want to run and dive beneath his bed. I leave his bedroom door open, just like I found it, since his mother could give Sherlock Holmes a run for his money. I kneel, stretch myself out on the floor, and scoot horizontally to hide myself.
An eternity later, I hear Tim and his mom upstairs again. She makes him check the guest room and home office before they return to the hall.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tim says. “I’ll still be up for another hour. Any bad guys will get scared off when they see these babies.” I can imagine him flexing.
His mother laughs quietly. “Dulces sueños, Gordito.”
Candy dreams, fatty?My translation can’t be right, but there’s no mistaking the affection in her voice. His mom sounds nice. I want to meet her. Just not like this. I watch Tim’s bare feet pad into the room. He shuts the door and locks it. I scoot out from under his bed. Tim raises a finger to his lips. When I open my mouth to whisper, he shakes his head. Too risky, it would seem.
He helps me out of my coat. Then he pushes on me so I’ll sit on his bed. Tim grabs one of my legs, lifting it so he can take off the boot before doing the same for the other. When he starts to undress, I do the same. Once we’re both naked, he gets into bed and pulls me on top of him, like a blanket. I shift and reach down to touch him, but he shakes his head and murmurs in my ear, “Not yet.”
His arms constrict around me, pressing our bodies together, and I relax onto him. I can feel his heart beating against my chest. I breathe in the scent of his skin, goosebumps racing across my own when he traces a finger down my back. I’m not sure how long we hold each other. I only know that it’s heaven.
I’m horny, of course, but the longer we’ve been together, the more my physical urges intermingle with my feelings for him, sex and love becoming almost indistinguishable. Not that I would abandon one for the other. Tim’s fingers slip between our hips. I lift my rump, giving him more room to work as he takes us both into his hand and begins to pump. He doesn’t seem in a hurry. He shakes his head when a moan escapes my lips. This isn’t going to be easy! When he tries to switch arms, I get my hand in there instead, studying his face until I see his eyes glaze over.
Tim rolls over, so he’s on top of me. He pushes himself upright, straddling my hips with his knees. I watch, enraptured, as he jacks off in front of me. I barely touch myself, already on the verge, but I really want him to go first. Tim’s chest swells, his arms bulging as he pumps faster. And then…
A white rope of come strikes my cheek. The next splatters across my chest. Then he starts soaking my stomach, and it doesn’t seem like he’s ever going to stop. My cock is wet with his come when I touch myself again, using it as lube, but it only takes a few strokes before I add to the mess. When I begin to whimper, Tim silences me with a kiss, holding himself above me. He pushes himself upright again once I’ve gotten myself under control and looks down at me with a smug expression.
“You look like five dudes just unloaded on you,” he whispers.
I laugh quietly. “Can I get a towel?”
Tim shrugs. “Can I take a photo first?”
