On Point (Out of Uniform 3)

“I belong with you.” Maddox grabbed Ben’s shoulders, rolling so that Ben’s warm weight was settled on top of him. “Right here.”

“Yeah, you do.” Ben’s eyes darkened before he claimed Maddox’s mouth again. The kiss deepened, went from simple affirmation to something more carnal. Needier. Ben’s hands started roaming, and Maddox welcomed the touch, arching up into him.

“Like this?” Ben toyed with one of his nipples.

“They don’t do as much for me as yours do for you.” Maddox laughed.

“Hmm. Maybe I should try a different tactic.” Ben gave him a wicked grin before licking his way down Maddox’s chest.

“Wait.” Maddox tried to stop him right as Ben’s talented tongue flicked against his cockhead. “Don’t want to come this way.”

“Oh I wasn’t planning on stopping here.” Ben’s voice was pure sin as he dipped his head lower, licking Maddox’s balls.

“Yes,” Maddox hissed. He hadn’t had this done to him very often, and never by Ben, but his body still surged toward Ben’s questing tongue. He certainly wasn’t going to discourage Ben from this mission. Shameless, he pulled his legs back, giving Ben easier access. When Ben’s tongue connected with his rim, he groaned.

“Yeah, you love this,” Ben growled before attacking him in earnest, licking and sucking and driving Maddox out of his freaking mind. “Love doing this to you.”

Maddox had been kissed there before. Polite little explorations, tentative tongue flicks, quick forays before the main event. But Ben made a meal out of his ass—a seven-course banquet of sensation and tongue fucking. Like literally, fucking, tongue delving deep. That was new, deliciously so.

“God. Ben. Please. Want you now.” Maddox’s body vibrated with need. Reaching over, he got the lube and condoms from his nightstand.

“Want me to fuck you?” Grabbing the lube, Ben pulled back to sit on his heels. “That what you need?”

“Yes. So much.” It wasn’t the easiest for Maddox to admit that, but with Ben it felt safe. Right.

Ben’s lube-slick fingers were sure and strong against Maddox’s rim, and he didn’t tease like he had with his tongue, instead pushing in on a steady stroke. “God, I need this too. Need to be in you.”

“Do it.” Maddox had waited long enough. They both had, eons really.

“Gonna make this good for you.” Ben took care of the condom, slathering his shaft with more lube before positioning himself between Maddox’s legs. He bumped his hips forward, impatient. Needing Ben. Needing this.

But Ben was controlled as he thrust in, little nudges and encouraging words. “Come on. Relax for me.”

“Don’t need to relax.” Maddox rocked his ass up, trying to get more contact, welcoming the stretch of Ben’s cock. “Don’t hold back.”

“Not planning to.” Ben’s hips drew back, then he pressed forward on a smooth stroke, one that lit Maddox up from the inside out.

“Wanted this. Wanted this so long,” Maddox babbled.

“Me too.” Ben leaned forward for a sloppy kiss. “All of this. You. Us.”

“Us.” Maddox moaned the beautiful word. “Needed us. Needed you.”

“You’ve got me.” Ben rocked them together, fluid strokes that matched his kisses as he held Maddox close. Desperate for more contact, Maddox hitched his good leg over Ben’s hip, pulling him even deeper.

Ben hit his gland with the same accuracy he did everything else, driving Maddox out of his mind. Wiggling a hand in between them, he mumbled, “Wanna come.”

“Do it. Come on my cock.”

“Go hard,” Maddox urged, stroking himself as best he could with their pressed-together bodies. Wasn’t going to take much to push him over the edge.

“Yeah? You want more? Tell me. Tell me how much you need this.”

And because it was Ben, the words came easily, tumbling out of Maddox’s mouth. “Fuck me. Please. Need this. Need you fucking me.”

His ass clenched around Ben’s thick cock, body tensing, ready—

“Do it,” Ben growled again. “Right now. Come.” He leaned forward, nipping at Maddox’s neck, sweat dripping from both their bodies as they surged together.

The pressure in his ass was exquisite, the friction on his cock perfect, but it was the look in Ben’s eyes that pushed him over. Intent. Possessive. Loving. It was all there for Maddox to revel in, and he let the orgasm pull him further under Ben’s spell, moaning his name over and over as he came all over his fist.

“Yes. Like that.” Ben’s expression turned feral, eyes narrowing, jaw going slack, as his hips stuttered, thrusting without his earlier finesse as he too came.

“Fuck,” Ben cursed as he pulled out and flopped next to Maddox. “I’ve never... You think it’s always going to be this good between us?”

“Not sure. I’m up for finding out.” Maddox gave him a dopey grin. “Lots more experiments needed to prove that theory.”

“God, I love you.” Ben said it like he’d said it a hundred times, hand tracing Maddox’s jaw, eyes meeting his, no doubts or nerves.

“For real?” Maddox asked stupidly.