Page 27 of For the Love of Scott
Ben sits quietly, hands folded on his lap, looking at the wall in front of them.
“You can look at what I’m doing…at my leg.”
“Okay,” Ben says with a nod, allowing his gaze to shift from the wall to Scott’s leg.
Scott leans over and kisses him. Here he is, baring all to a guy he could easily fall in love with.Isfalling in love with. Every touch, every smile Ben offers tugs at something deep inside of Scott. Something that his mother’s abandonment and his father’s resentment and anger had forced so far down, he’d forgotten it was even there. Belonging. Happiness. Joy.
“What was that for?”
“Being a good boyfriend.”
Ben appears a bit puzzled, but doesn’t ask for clarification.
Scott pulls off the thin socks that cover the liner and provide cushion and then removes the liner itself. He has about three inches of leg/stump below his knee. The scars are healed at this point, though still pinkish. Only narrow lines mar the sides and underside of his leg. Scott scooches back and turns so his leg rests entirely on the bed.
Ben looks for a few moments, then meets Scott’s gaze. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really. Sometimes. A little.” Scott shrugs. “The phantom pain is a real thing. I do experience that every now and again.”
“They did a good job... I guess. It looks smooth and neat.”
Scott runs a hand around the end, massaging it a little. “The surgeons cut higher than the injury. The bomb…it was a ragged wound, so yeah, they cut higher so that they could make the stump clean and neat for the prosthetic.” He’s talked about it so often in therapy, discussing it doesn’t bother him much any more.
Ben’s warm hand covers Scott’s and squeezes. “God, Scott… I can’t imagine. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.”
“Thanks. I… Yeah.” Ben’s support is heartfelt and easy, but not overly sentimental and uncomfortable. Scott appreciates that fact more than he can say. His injury was what it was, and he’d gotten over the self-pity and woe-is-me mindset ages ago. With Ben and the rest of the Thompsons in his life now, the expectation of living life as a bachelor with just the shelter dogs for companionship fades with every passing day. “You can touch it.”
Ben turns uncertain eyes up to Scott’s. “You sure?”
Scott snorts. “We’re fixin’ to get down and dirty, so yeah.”
Ben grins and runs a light hand over the knee and around the stump before leaning over to kiss Scott’s knee cap. And he’s done with the stump. He’s acknowledged it, but Scott isn’t his stump and the stump isn’t Scott, and Ben, apparently has things not-stump-related on his mind.
He trails kisses up Scott’s thigh and noses at the crease of Scott’s groin. Scott collapses against the pillows and lets himself enjoy the attention. Ben’s hot breath ghosts over the cotton of Scott’s briefs, and he’s instantly hard. Ben pushes off his own underwear and crawls up Scott’s body. The sight of Ben’s long lean form makes Scott’s toes curl and his mouth water. Scott wants to map every inch of Ben’s body with his fingers and tongue. He wants to know Ben’s body as intimately as he knows his own. He wants Ben to know his too.
Ben straddles Scott’s lap, only there’s no space between their matching erections this time. Ben softly rubs his nose and face against Scott’s. Scott closes his eyes and savors the touch. Ben licks and nips the skin around Scott’s Adam’s apple. He kisses his way up Scott’s neck, sucking, then nipping his earlobe, before asking, “Can I ride you?” in a low tone. The deep pitch goes straight to Scott’s dick, and he could cut glass he’s so hard and, now, leaking.
“Please.”
Ben offers him another long slow slide of lips and tongue before removing himself from Scott and the bed to root around in his backpack for supplies. Scott feels the loss keenly, but takes the time to shove off his underwear and send them flying to the carpet and toss the unnecessary pillows to the floor as well. He folds the bedspread and blanket down to the footboard. Ben returns with a couple of condoms, a bottle of lube, and a hand towel. Scott can’t help his arching eyebrow.
“What?” asks Ben glancing at the items he’s tossed on the bed.
“You’re awfully optimistic.”
“There are two of us with dicks, you know.”
That sends Scott’s heart pounding double time. “And the towel?”
Ben shrugs. “Between lube and come, I’d hate to ruin the towels or the sheets here.”
“Mmm,” is all Scott says before opening a condom and rolling it on himself. After not being with anyone for over two years, being here with Ben is surprisingly comfortable. Now that the leg has been dealt with, the rest is welcome and easy. They like each other, they want each other. There’s no reason to be shy or embarrassed at this point. It’s time to take pleasure in and enjoy one another’s bodies thoroughly.
Ben preps himself quickly and efficiently before returning to slick Scott’s erection up and settle back across Scott’s lap. “You ready?”
Scott grasps Ben’s hips and nods. God, is he ready for this. But… Heat washes up his face. Okay, maybe he’s a little embarrassed. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last though…it’s been alongtime.”
“It’s been a while for me too, okay?” Ben kisses him. “It doesn’t matter. We have all night and tomorrow and tomorrow night.” With a hand to Scott’s shoulder for balance, Ben reaches around and positions the head of Scott’s dick at his hole. He looks into Scott’s eyes and says, “Here we go,” before pushing himself down.
