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While the show continued, he thought about the rules they might need to put in place for Ben to feel happier with the situation. Chores, routines and fewer working hours were just a few they would discuss. Ben might not like them, but Gareth knew they would be a good starting point. He didn’t want Ben to feel like he’d left one prison only to be locked in another, but structure was important to all boys and Daddies. It gave them reassurance of knowing what to expect and trusting the other person to give that. Because Gareth needed to trust Ben as much as Ben needed to trust him.
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Chapter 18
Ben
An hour later, they lay with Ben’s head resting on Gareth’s chest, their legs entwined beneath the sheets of Gareth’s bed. They still wore their underwear, but they had discarded every other item of clothing. It made Ben feel more relaxed, for some reason. As if, because they didn’t wear clothes, Gareth wouldn’t suddenly disappear. Which was stupid, really.
Ben closed his eyes, soaking in not only the heat from Gareth’s body but the closeness, the sense of belonging. He knew he was a difficult person to be with, but he couldn’t seem to stop his mood swings. He never had been able to, but he was usually better at hiding them because his parents would have never stood for it.
Gareth’s arms tightened around him, and Ben let out a sigh. “Finding the heart of whatyouwant is the most important part of all of this,” Gareth said. “If you jump into our relationship because you don’t want to be alone, we won’t last because you’re not being true to yourself. I can tell you what I see, but unless you agree, my opinions mean nothing. And that’s how it should be.”
Ben frowned. “I don’t want to be a horrible person.”
“You’re not. I believe, at the moment, you’re balancing between two worlds. The world your parents created for you and the world you want to live in. Only you can choose where you want to go from here.”
“I want to be with you. You make me feel…real. Like you can see me.”
Gareth tipped Ben’s chin up. “I can see you, and I love what I see.” He let go again, and Ben snuggled close. “You need routines and structure to keep you from flying away like a balloon with no string. What I would like is for you to reduce the hours you work. Now, I know that might be difficult, but I’d like you to try. It’s not good for your health—mental, physical or emotional—for you to work as many hours as you do.”
Gareth’s fingers drifted up and down Ben’s back, sending tingles and goosebumps across his skin. “I worked that many hours because I didn’t want to go home,” he whispered.
A kiss landed on his head. “I know. Now, though, you don’t have to, and we can work on reducing your hours. I think you’ll find your moods will level out if you’re not as stressed with everything.”
Ben nodded against Gareth’s chest and sighed. “I’ll never get to see you because of your night shifts. When I’m working, you’ll be sleeping, and when I’m sleeping, you’ll be working.”
Gareth chuckled. “That means you’llhaveto finish work at a reasonable time, won’t it? If we work it out right, we can have breakfast and dinner together.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like that’s enough time.”
Gareth dug his fingers into Ben’s side, making him squeak. “Brat. I don’t work weekends. We’ll have Friday morning through to Sunday evening together, except when you have to work. We’ll figure it out. It’s all about compromise.” Ben inhaled, closing his eyes again. At least until Gareth said, “You’ll be punished if you don’t follow my rules, Ben. I’m doing this for your benefit as well as my own.”
“What punishments?”
“Well, we’ve found that you like spanking, so that’s off the table. Time outs and doing chores you don’t like can be what we start with, but we can learn what works best as we go along. Or maybe Victor has some ideas.”
The last words were teasing, but Ben glared at him, relenting when Gareth laughed and pulled him closer. Ben felt like he could take on the world when Gareth’s arms were around him. He could fight any opponent, win any argument as long as Gareth was by his side.
He woke when the bed jostled, blinking his eyes to clear the sluggishness of sleep from them. “What…?”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep if you want to. I have to get ready for work.”
Gareth pressed a kiss to Ben’s lips, smoothing his hand over his cheek, and disappeared into the bathroom. Ben heard the shower turn on, and he yawned, stretching his arms above his head and arching off the bed. He slumped back down again, smiling. He couldn’t remember ever sleeping as well as he did whenever he was with Gareth. Another bonus point in his favour. While he lay there, he thought of what they’d done the other night, and his cock lengthened, not fully, but enough to start a gentle buzz of need racing through him. He scrunched his nose, jumped out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower in front of Gareth, who had his eyes closed, he dropped to his knees and took Gareth’s cock between his lips.
Gareth jumped, his hands flailing out to the sides to keep him from falling. He narrowed his eyes at Ben, who blinked innocently at him and slid his mouth down his length.
“Punishment number one. You don’t get to come until I say,” Gareth said.
Ben didn’t like the sound of that, but it was a small price to pay for being able to taste Gareth.
“Sit back on your heels,” Gareth ordered. Ben frowned and did so, a mewl of protest leaving his lips when Gareth’s cock slipped free. “Open your mouth and hold still.” Heat flushed through Ben as he did as instructed.
Gareth slid his cock into Ben’s mouth, and Ben’s eyelids fluttered as the thick member glided across his tongue. Gareth withdrew and repeated the action several more times, sliding deeper each time until he was touching the back of Ben’s throat, which he opened, wanting to take more. Gareth stepped closer, resting his hands on the sides of Ben’s face, and slipped into Ben’s throat. Ben’s eyes watered even as he gazed at Gareth, a look of something akin to wonder in his expression. Gareth pulled free again, and Ben inhaled, the air reinvigorating him. He lifted his hands, gripping Gareth’s thighs when Gareth dived forward.
He could feel Gareth pulse on his tongue and an answering hiss from above. Ben paused, expecting to taste his release, but Gareth pulled back until only the head was resting on Ben’s lips. “Suck. Slowly.”
Ben wrapped his mouth around the head, laving the underside and the slit with his tongue. He wanted to take Gareth over the edge, to taste his release, even more than he wanted a release of his own. His dick protested the thought, twitching when a stream of precome slid down his throat. It would take very little for Ben to come. Just a stroke or two, and he’d find the release he craved, but he wanted Gareth to lose himself in pleasure more. To lose himself in Ben.
