Page 23 of Treehouse Whispers
Jamie leaned forward and captured Benji’s mouth in a soft kiss. “Missed you today.”
“We’re here now. Come on, you promised me a shower.”
They disrobed each other slowly in the bathroom, dropping clothes wherever they fell and stood under the spray of the shower. Benji’s hands rested on Jamie’s hips, and Jamie’s hands cupped Benji’s face. They kissed gently, little pecks across top lips, bottom lips, corners of their mouths with the odd lick and suck of tongues. It was gentle foreplay, and Benji felt his arousal skyrocket. Their height difference was slight enough that they could rub their cocks together even when standing, and Benji found himself doing that the longer the kissing lasted.
Pulling away, he dropped his head back, a whispered plea falling from his lips, “Please, Jamie.”
Those words worked as if a match had lit a spark, and Jamie began to plunder his mouth as Benji’s eyes fluttered shut. Jamie pressed Benji back against the cold tile wall, making him arch away before resting back again. Gripping Benji’s face in his palms and slanting their lips to get deeper, Jamie’s tongue licked inside every inch of his mouth. Their breathing increased, air was forced through their noses as the kissing continued. When oxygen became vital, Jamie ripped his mouth from Benji’s, leaving him dazed and weak-kneed.
“Benji?” Jamie said softly, fingers caressing his jaw.
“Huh?” was all Benji could manage, his eyes refusing to open.
“You alright?”
“If you call kissing me so hard and deep, I almost came from it, okay? I’m definitely all okay,” Benji replied, a small smile creeping across his face. He tried to open his eyes, the heady feeling lingering.
“Come on, baby, open those eyes for me,” Jamie crooned.
Benji finally got his eyes halfway open, gaping into Jamie’s pupil-blown gaze. “Fuck, that was hot! You can kiss me like that any day of the week!” He blew out a breath.
Jamie smirked, sliding a hand down Benji’s body to grip their cocks together.
“Ah!” Benji’s eyes wanted to close again, but Jamie’s gaze kept him trapped. His hand squeezed tightly as it rose and fell, and Benji wanted to cry with how good it felt. “I’m not going to last! Jamie!”
“I’m there, Benji. Come with me, baby,” Jamie growled.
“Fuck.” Benji tore his gaze away to watch his cock slide through Jamie’s hand; it was all it took for him to fall over the edge. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” He saw his release explode over Jamie’s hand, being washed away immediately by the water.
“Jesus, Benji! Fuck!”
Benji watched as Jamie’s come mixed with what was left of his own before disappearing as if it never was. He leaned his head back against the tiles again. “Jesus Christ! My legs are jelly.”
Jamie laughed from where his head was resting on Benji’s shoulder, sheltering himself from the spray. “Mine, too. Give me a minute, and I’ll get us washed.” Jamie blew out a breath, lifted his head for a sweet, soft kiss and grabbed the soap. He leisurely soaped Benji, then himself, and moved them both to wash it all away. Switching the shower off, Jamie stepped out and grabbed towels, wrapping one around Benji’s waist, the other around his own. “Come on, let’s get ready.”
“You’ve not got any clothes here,” Benji stated. They’d been spending more time at Jamie’s house than his.
“I brought some with me, they’re downstairs,” Jamie admitted sheepishly.
“Well, go get them. I want to see my guy dressed to impress.”
They chuckled, and Jamie went downstairs, returning shortly after to join Benji in the bedroom.
“Are you alright about talking to your family about us?” Jamie asked.
“What? Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Benji frowned.
“Well, you mentioned earlier about not knowing how your parents would react. We can keep it secret if you don’t want to tell them about me.” Jamie was facing away from Benji, hence he couldn’t get a read on his emotions, but he could tell from his words that Jamie had taken his comment the wrong way.
Benji drifted around in front of Jamie, and lifting a hand to his cheek, made sure to keep eye contact so Jamie could see the truth. “God, no! It wasn’t that it wasyouI was concerned about. It was about not having told them right from the beginning. You know how my parents are about secrets and how they need to know everything about my life because of my situation. It wasneverabout it being you. I promise.”
With his words, Jamie relaxed marginally and smirked. “Good, because I don’t know if I could’ve kept it quiet anyway. I love you too damn much.”
Benji kissed him. “I love you. Always have, always will.”
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His mother opened the door and shouted, “Happy birthday,” in his ear as she hugged him, pulling him away from Jamie and revealing their joined hands. She pulled back, cocked her head and studied Benji in question as she pointed a finger back and forth between the two of them.
