Page 9 of Treehouse Whispers
“Jurassic World is fine,” Benji replied, snickering.
“Alrighty. The film is ready. Let’s grab some drinks and snacks.”
“And snacks? We’ve got food coming soon.”
“Yeah, and we’ll need snacks for before. And after. You should know me by now,” Jamie retorted.
“I do, but I can’t remember you having snacks as well as Chinese. Usually, you’re too full from eating half a duck to eat anything else afterwards.” Benji laughed again.
“Well, there is that. But let’s take snacks anyway. You never know.”
Benji shook his head, and dutifully, grabbed some crisps and popcorn. “How was work?”
Jamie sighed and grimaced. “Alright, I suppose. Dad keeps giving me the shitty jobs at the moment, not sure why, but it’s annoying me.” He shook his head, exhaling roughly again. “You would’ve thought because it’s my birthday, they would give me some nice jobs, but no.” He chuckled, though, the severe downturn of his mouth revealed his unhappiness.
“Maybe they wanted you to spend your birthday with them instead of me. You could’ve gone with them tonight instead of back here.” Benji didn’t relish the idea he’d kept Jamie from being with his family.
“No, they took me out for lunch today. They’re fine with what I wanted to do tonight, which was celebrate with you,” Jamie said, coming closer with a more genuine smile. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Okay,” Benji mumbled, still not convinced, but his heart gave a happy thump.
“Come on, let’s get set up.” Jamie nudged his shoulder as he went past, making Benji stumble. Benji bit his lip and followed.
They sat, side by side, on the two-seater sofa with snacks on the table in front of them and their drinks on the tables to the side of them. Jamie started the film but ended up stopping it a few minutes later when there was a knock at the door.
Benji went to the kitchen and got the plates and cutlery ready while Jamie finished with the delivery. Luckily, Benji had been able to pay for it online. Previously, Jamie had paid for the food at the door and refused Benji’s offer to pay the money back
Jamie strode in carrying a bag and placed it on the table, emptying the contents. “That must be yours. The rest must be mine.” He hooted. “Looks like I have three meals compared to yours.”
“It’s only because everything of yours is separate, whereas mine is all mixed.”
“I know. It’s just funny.”
They plated what they wanted, covered what was left and hustled back to the film. Getting comfortable, Jamie switched the film back on.
Over two hours later, they were full and content. And Jamie immediately put on White House Down. When it finished, they were both yawning.
“Best birthday ever,” Jamie commented, sitting with his head resting against the sofa. He rolled his head towards Benji. “You going to stay over?”
Benji cleared his throat, heart racing. He wanted to stay, he really did, but he couldn’t. “Nah, I’m going to head home. You can get some sleep.”
Jamie sighed, shifting his gaze to his hands, fingers playing against his legs. “Alright,” he whispered.
Benji didn’t want to let Jamie down, but he couldn’t stay over. Even if he’d be in another room, Benji didn’t trust himself not to do something he’d regret, something that might end their friendship.
He stood, taking the plates and rubbish into the kitchen, trying to distract himself. He rinsed off the plates and placed them in Jamie’s dishwasher then pivoted to say goodbye. He jumped when he saw Jamie was in the kitchen with him. Benji hadn’t heard him.
“Sorry,” Jamie said softly.
“It’s okay. Have a good night, Jamie. And Happy Birthday again,” Benji told him.
“Thanks.” Jamie hugged him before letting Benji pull away. He trudged for the door, shoulders slumped, hearing a quiet, “Goodnight, Benji,” from behind him.
Benji clenched his jaw against the impulse to twist around but left his heart behind as he shuffled to his own cold, empty home. How he wished things could be different.
****
Benji woke, arching against the mattress, his cock straining for relief from the dream he wished he could return to. He flung the covers off his sweat-soaked body, the cool air caressing his heated skin. The images of Jamie spread out on top of Benji was tattooed across his inner eyelids, and Benji wrapped his hand around his shaft with firm pressure. His hips settled a little further into the mattress as he began a slow, torturous rhythm, hoping to bring himself to slow release.
He hissed, his fingers sliding across the head of his cock, pleasure streaming through his system. It was a stupid idea, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, and he brought the images back again: Jamie rubbing his body over Benji’s, their cocks bumping against each other, their tongues duelling.
Benji growled, his come releasing in long ropes against his chest and stomach as his abs contracted and released rhythmically in time with his orgasm. Squeezing his eyes shut, Benji concentrated on the final images of them together, extending his release until the images faded slowly into the background. As the pleasure receded, Benji stayed flat on his back, gasping for air, his hand dropping to the mattress.
Dreams like these were not a rare occurrence, which made Benji’s life more difficult, especially regarding hiding his feelings from Jamie. Every time he had one, Benji was glad once more he hadn’t stayed overnight with Jamie. It would be embarrassing to have Jamie hear. Although, one of his favourite fantasies was to hear Jamie masturbating through the walkie-talkie without Jamie realising.
Once his breath returned to normal, he rose to a sitting position, resting his elbows on his knees, hands hanging down. He stood on shaky legs and strode to the en-suite. A warm shower was just what he needed. Hopefully, it would help him sleep again.
