Page 65 of Need Him
Ben threw his fists in the air. “Indian, please, Daddy.”
Gareth smiled as he took orders, loving the happiness that was radiating off Ben. He was different from when he had first met him. Ben hadn’t changed; he’d just brought out the person he was inside. The person he’d been hiding from the world. Even the staff at work had mentioned how he’d mellowed.
He got them to choose a film while he placed the order, knowing it would take them a while to agree. Despite Preston not being a boy, he certainly had the temperament of one sometimes. Once he’d ordered, he joined them on the sofa and wrapped his arm around Ben’s shoulders.
They were just arguing about whether Victor had seen a continuity error when the doorbell rang, and Ben jumped up. “Food!” He raced to the door. “He definitely didn’t have a bow tie on before. You’ll have to rewind it and see,” he said as he flung open the door and froze.
Gareth couldn’t see who it was, and he jumped up and joined his boy, seething when he saw Ben’s “parents” on the other side. “What do you want?”
Martin, Ben’s father, had the grace to look uneasy, but Alice stepped forward, brushing the threshold with the toes of her shoes. “Ben, you owe us rent money. We need it.”
Gareth snorted and slipped a hand under Ben’s T-shirt to rest against his skin. It seemed to bring Ben out of his frozen state. Ben pushed back against Gareth’s hand, and Gareth moved closer.
“I don’t owe you anything,” Ben said.
Alice stepped into the apartment, trying to get around them, but Gareth moved into her path and stopped her from going more than two steps. Her mouth pursed as she looked him up and down, then ignored him and faced Ben again.
“You pay your rent in arrears, which means you owe us for August.” She lifted her chin and glared at her son.
Gareth’s hackles rose, his muscles clenching with the need to let his anger show. His heart pounded so hard that it surprised him that no one could hear it.
Ben inhaled. “No, I pay in advance. I always have. If anything, you owe me for ten days, but I’ll let you keep that.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ben. You’ve left us in the lurch. We don’t have enough money to cover your bills.”
Ben scoffed. “Mybills? You don’t have to pay any ofmybills. I brought them all with me. What you can’t do without is the extra money I gave you.” He shrugged. “Well, you’ll have to find someone else to give you that now. Or go out and get a job.”
Alice gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, and Gareth couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. God forbid they had to work for their money. He brushed his thumb across Ben’s skin, trying to tell him how proud he was of him for standing up to them.
“How dare you? After everything we gave you.”
“Everything Grandfather gave me, you mean.”
“That old coot did nothing for us.”
Ben huffed. “Nothing? He paid off the house, he left you money in his will, he left you the cars. If that was nothing…” He shook his head. “Do you know what? Enough. I don’t want to hear it anymore. Goodbye, Father. Goodbye…Mum.”
Ben crowded her out of the door and slammed it shut on her gasp of horror, throwing the lock for good measure. He faced Gareth, saying nothing for several seconds, before throwing himself into his arms. Gareth grabbed his thighs and lifted him, encouraging him to wrap his legs around him.
“I paid for the takeaway. We’ll be back shortly,” he told Victor and Preston, who whistled at them.
Gareth headed down the short hallway to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He dropped Ben to the bed, following him down. His hands unfastened Ben’s jeans as quickly as he could.
“What are you doing?” Ben laughed, the spark back in his eyes.
“Taking your cage off.”
“But why?” Ben frowned.
“Because I am so damn proud of you, Ben Mycroft. You deserve a treat.”
Ben’s eyes sparkled. “A treat?”
Gareth pulled the key from his pocket and, after yanking Ben’s boxers down, unlocked the cage and set it aside. Without further warning, Gareth licked Ben’s cock, and it sprang to attention. He lapped around the head, flicked the underside of nerves and took him into his mouth. He held the base, lifting and lowering his head in a fast rhythm, then sank until his lips touched Ben’s groin. He swallowed and pulled off, grabbing Ben’s hands and placing them on the back of his head.
“I can’t…”
“Fuck my mouth, Ben. It’s an order if you need it to be,” Gareth said and sucked him down. He stayed down, swallowing repeatedly, running out of breath while he thought Ben wouldn’t do it until his hands pulled at Gareth.
