Page 37 of Need Him
Gareth kissed him, ending whatever else he had planned to say, and withdrew before sliding home again. His hands slid beneath Ben and gripped his shoulders, holding him in place.
“Fuck, Ben. You grip me so well.” His hips increased his speed, and soon, he pounded into him, and Ben loved every minute.
“Yes!”
Gareth pulled away and lifted onto his hands, changing the angle. Ben missed the warmth of him but held onto Gareth’s forearms, keeping them joined at more than one point.
“Touch yourself,” Gareth said. “I want to watch.”
Ben bit his lip, but as embarrassed as he was, he refused to disobey. He circled his cock with his hand and hissed at the first stroke. He leaked precome generously, and he used it as a lubricant, slicking his way. Gareth grabbed Ben’s hips, changing the angle once more, and Ben cried out as he hit exactly where Ben needed it. His hand flew over his cock, stroking himself faster as he tumbled towards the end.
“Daddy!” he shouted breathlessly. “Can I… Can I…?” He couldn’t get his words out.
“Come for me, boy.”
Ben keened and fell over the edge, wishing he’d held on a little longer so he could’ve seen Gareth come, but he lost himself in the bliss of release. The rhythmic clenching and releasing sucked his energy from him, and when he finally came back to earth, he slumped to the bed, unable to move. No, that was because Gareth covered him. They were both breathing heavily, sounding as if they had run a marathon in five minutes; they’d probably expelled the same amount of energy.
Gareth moved sooner than Ben wanted, and he ineffectively grabbed at Gareth’s arms to keep him close.
“I’m just getting rid of the condom. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Ben made a noise of understanding, though he kept his eyes closed, his body and mind sated—for the moment.
“I’m going to clean you,” Gareth said, and Ben was too worn out to even jump at the unexpected words.
Ben didn’t respond but felt a warm, wet cloth wiping his stomach, chest and groin. He couldn’t even drag up an ounce of embarrassment. Gareth had given him a release—in more ways than one. The bed dipped beside him, and a warmth cuddled into his side after the covers were pulled over them. Ben mustered the energy to roll to his side to snuggle into Gareth’s arms, and Gareth rewarded him with a kiss on the forehead.
“How are you?” Gareth asked.
“Perfect,” Ben murmured.
“You can have another hour’s sleep if you want before you need to get to work?”
The reminder of reality woke Ben easier than anything else, and he smoothed his fingers across Gareth’s chest, images of all the things that awaited him at the office going through his mind. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered.
Gareth squeezed him. “Understandable, but you have a job to do.”
Ben exhaled, watching the hairs on Gareth’s chest sway. He didn’t hate his job, but he didn’t enjoy it anymore, either. He told Gareth as such.
“Find something you do enjoy and transition.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Ben sighed again. “My parents, for one.”
Gareth was quiet for a moment. “What did you mean by your parents coming into your room without knocking?”
Ben stared across the room, the sunlight already shining through the closed curtains, despite their dark colour. It was enough to see everything around them in a hazy sort of way. How could he explain the eccentricities that made up his parents? How could he tell Gareth exactly how much control they had over him? The social status was just the tip of the iceberg.
“It doesn’t matter what it is, Ben. I want to help, even if it’s only to listen.”
The simple acceptance rolled through him as it always did whenever Gareth was with him. It made him feel like nothing could touch him with Gareth there to protect him.
“My parents have the belief that the house is theirs; therefore, there is no room they cannot enter. No room is off-limits. No privacy is allowed. If they want into a room, they enter, regardless of the person, people, activities happening in it.”
“Even the bathroom?”
