Page 16 of Treehouse Whispers
Chapter 6
They sat and talked for a long while until Benji shivered, and Jamie insisted they took the food back inside to finish, so he didn’t catch a chill. Jamie’s house was warm and cosy, and they situated themselves on the sofa with the movie, 21 Jump Street.
“The perfect Valentine’s Day. You, me and Channing,” Jamie commented, arm wrapped around Benji’s shoulders as Benji leaned into him with his legs tucked up beneath him. Benji smiled as he rested his head on Jamie’s shoulder, remembering his wish from the previous week.
The film passed by in a blur of laughter and kisses. By the time the credits were rolling, Benji was straddling Jamie’s lap, hands threaded through his hair, their lips locked.
“Are you going to stay over tonight?” Jamie asked when they broke for air.
Benji beamed as he peeked at Jamie. “Okay,” he said.
The happiness that flowed across Jamie’s face made everything right with Benji’s world.
“Let’s go to bed.” Jamie lifted Benji off his lap and steadied him as he stood, and taking him by the hand, he led him up the stairs.
Benji had been in Jamie’s bedroom before but never in this situation. It added a nervous edge to his movements, and his palms began to sweat. The dark blue walls with brown and beige accents made the room appear cosy, although some would say it seemed small—that was true, but it made the room look more lived-in, more personal rather than stark and unloved.
Jamie led him to the bed and sat, pulling Benji in front of him and leaned his head against Benji’s stomach. Benji stroked his fingers through the soft strands of Jamie’s hair. What was Jamie thinking about? Was he having second thoughts? He was about to ask when Jamie started talking.
“I don’t want to push you too quickly, Benji. I know this revelation has been a shock for you,” he said, not lifting his head. “I want you more than I can express, but I don’t want to lose you. If you want nothing more than sleeping in the same bed as me, then that’s great. But everything from here on out is your choice.” His gaze lifted to Benji’s, and truth shone through his eyes.
“You won’t lose me, Jamie. I’m all yours.” He slid his hand down the side of Jamie’s face to cup his chin and leaned to kiss him, his nervous energy disappearing, replaced with heat.
Jamie’s hands wrapped around Benji’s thighs, urging him to straddle his lap as he had done downstairs. Benji rested his knees either side of Jamie’s hips and ground their covered cocks together. Their joint moans escaped in a muffled sound as their lips relearned the others. Jamie slid his hands up Benji’s back, his fingers smoothing up the length of Benji’s spine as he pushed the shirt up. Benji broke away from the kiss for long enough to lift his arms, and then he was back, his naked chest sensitive against the soft fabric of Jamie’s clothes.
His lips detoured across Jamie’s jaw to his earlobe, where his teeth nipped and lips soothed before licking, kissing and biting his way down the column of his neck to Benji’s favourite part of any man: where the base of the neck meets the shoulder. Benji had always been fascinated by the area and had no idea why, but he thought it was sexy. He spent time exploring one side, kissing across to the other side, tasting Jamie’s unique flavour while he used his hands to lift Jamie’s t-shirt. Breaking away again, he pulled it off and threw it somewhere behind him.
They locked gazes, close enough for him to feel Jamie’s breaths on his lips, a hand cupping Benji’s jaw, the other circling his waist, whereas Benji’s hands were linked behind Jamie’s neck. They sat, staring into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” he repeated his earlier words, wanting Jamie to know how much he meant them. Jamie’s smile was pure, honest and free, and Benji drowned in it.
“I love you,” Jamie replied, voice clear and confident.
They sealed their declarations with a kiss before Jamie twisted and laid Benji on the bed beneath him.
“I never thought we’d be here,” Jamie whispered.
“Why?” Benji asked, just as quietly.
“I honestly didn’t think you felt this way about me. I was scared I was going to lose your friendship that I almost made the worst decision ever; I almost didn’t decorate the treehouse. I am glad I changed my mind.”
“I’m glad you did because I would never have gathered the courage to tell you. Ever. We would’ve lived our whole lives in denial.” Benji closed his eyes and shook his head.
“But I did. And we’re here.”
Benji opened his eyes again and saw love, light and joy shining from Jamie, so he grinned and pulled him closer. “Kiss me, oh wise one.”
Jamie smirked and did as asked, but not a soft kiss. This was a crushing kiss where barely restrained passion lived. Jamie bracketed Benji’s head with his hands, tilting it where he wanted it to go to make the kiss harder and deeper. Benji licked into Jamie’s mouth, loving his taste, then Jamie sucked on his tongue and thrust his cock against Benji’s hip in rhythm. Jamie’s leg, entwined as it was with Benji’s, pressed against his balls and cock with the movement and made Benji moan into Jamie’s mouth and sink his nails into Jamie’s back.
“Oh god!” Benji gasped when he pulled his mouth away. Open-mouthed kisses were laid down his neck and chest until stinging bites were made to his hard nipples. “Jesus!” His breath was uneven, and his hips were pressing up and down against Jamie’s jean-clad leg. “More! I want more, Jamie!”
Jamie’s gaze lifted to his as his lips continued their torment. Seemingly satisfied with whatever was showing on Benji’s face, Jamie began to move his lips further down while his hands reached for Benji’s zipper. His mouth traced the length of Benji’s waistband as the zipper descended then followed as more skin was revealed.
Cock straining against his boxers, Benji barely stopped from embarrassing himself when Jamie pressed his mouth to the covered head of Benji’s cock. “Fuck!”
Jamie peered up at him, eyebrows raised.
“What?” Benji knew exactly what Jamie’s expression was about. “I swear. Just not often,” he added breathlessly.
