Page 28 of For the Love of Scott
Scott groans at the vice-like pressure and the heat swallowing his cock. He pants as Ben lifts and lowers himself slowly, taking more of Scott’s erection each time, until he’s fully seated.
Ben sits still for a moment, breathing hard through his nose. “Shit, I…that’s…you feel so good. I feel so good.” Scott huffs a laugh at Ben’s babbling, and Ben gasps. “I felt that.” A beat later, he says, “I gotta move.” And he does.
Scott’s skin buzzes with pleasure and his breathing picks up speed as Ben’s body moves faster. Soon, the urge to move counterpoint to Ben’s motions gets the better of Scott, and he meets Ben thrust for thrust. Eyes locked, they rock back and forth for some time. His muscles tense and his toes curl as pleasure courses through his veins. Each surge is just a little harder, a little more urgent. The telltale tightness settles in his sac, and his hands clutch Ben’s thighs. He’s gonna leave marks, but he can’t let go. “Ben, shit, I’m gonna come,” Scott says, panting.
“Do it. C’mon, Scott. Do it,” Ben says.
Scott thrusts up hard and comes with a muttered curse, his cock pulsing its way to spent. His muscles loosen with his endorphin high, and he relaxes into the bed, throwing an arm over his face. Everything inside him sings with happiness. He’s never been so content or at peace with his previous partners as he feels now. Ben is special in so many ways.
“All right?” Ben asks, running a hand up Scott’s chest.
Scott looks up into Ben’s eyes and smiles. “Mmm…never better.”
Ben leans over and they kiss for a bit until Scott’s softening dick slips from Ben’s body, though Ben doesn’t move from his spot.
“What about you?” Scott asks.
Ben takes his cock in hand and strokes himself for a few minutes, twisting slightly on the down stroke. Scott feels Ben’s calves tighten on either side of his hips before he groans and comes, warm creamy splatters of ejaculate hitting Scott’s stomach. He regards Scott with a warm gaze for a few moments, reaching forward to cup Scott’s face. “This was good, boo. Is good. I haven’t felt this high since high school. And no marijuana involved.”
Scott laughs.
“The things you do to me,” Ben says, sliding to the mattress and curling into Scott’s side. He grabs the towel and wipes the mess off of Scott’s abs. “The day you hired me to keep the kennel’s books was the luckiest day of my life.”
“I’m the lucky one,” says Scott, trailing his fingers up and down Ben’s long back. He has a wonderful guy to call his own, a special little girl to spoil and maybe one day call his own as well, and a group of people who care whether he’s alive or dead. He’s damned lucky.
Faint whistles sound overhead followed by a boom and some crackling.
Ben glances at the ceiling. “I guess the fireworks have started. Wanna go watch ‘em?” he asks.
“We had plenty of fireworks a few minutes ago,” Scott says, grinning, “but yeah. Let’s watch.”
As they sit bundled up together on the over-sized rustic bench on the balcony, Scott can’t help but think there’s no place he’d rather be. Ben is the fireworks of his life—bright and exciting, colorful lights in the darkness. And even though real fireworks only happen two or three times a year, he has a feeling that Ben is going to brighten up his days and nights for years to come.
