Having Ben inside him was the sweetest pain he’d ever experienced, and soon he was fully impaled, pubes brushing his ass. “Ben,” he moaned.
“You’re beautiful,” Ben whispered. “This is what you’ve wanted all these years, isn’t it? What you’ve denied yourself.”
Jason could only nod, throwing his head back as he rolled his hips, experimenting with different angles before lifting a few inches up and back down, fucking himself, his hard cock leaking, Ben’s fingers digging into his hips.
He met Ben’s dark, lustful gaze again. Jason was open and vulnerable, Ben so deep inside him, seeing him laid bare. But this time he felt wild and free. He didn’t fight his emotions—love and trust and pure primal pleasure vibrating through him as he found just the right spot.
Jason wasn’t going to last, and he took hold of his shaft. “Want me to come on you?”
A flush spread all the way down Ben’s chest as he bit back a cry, ramming up forcefully, bending his knees and digging in his heels as he fucked up into Jason. “Yes. Give me your cum. Want it all.”
Jason stroked himself roughly, meeting Ben’s thrusts. He wanted to yell, but the walls were thin, and there was something strangely intimate and powerful about their whispers and hushed moans, the air thick with sex.
Pain and pleasure truly became one, and Jason came with a strangled moan, turned inside out as he splashed over Ben’s chest, the thrill of giving Ben what he craved adding an extra dimension to the power of Jason’s orgasm. Ben thrust frantically, shaking and groaning as he emptied himself into the condom.
Head back on the mat, mouth open, Ben smeared Jason’s semen over himself, and Jason helped with the dirty finger painting before dropping his head to Ben’s collarbone, panting. They had to move and clean up, but not yet.
A minute turned to five, giving way to lazy kisses. Bumping and laughing in the small tub, they showered, then wrapped themselves in towels. Jason brushed his teeth, then looked at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw. Who he saw. Behind him, Ben kissed his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Jason’s middle.
“Dad?” Maggie knocked at the door. “Are you suddenly becoming a morning person? I always get to pee first. Hurry up, I have to goooo.”
They laughed, and Ben squeezed Jason tighter. “We’re getting our own bedroom and our own bathroom.” When he moved to step away, Jason threaded their fingers together, just for another heartbeat.
Ben was right. Jason was grabbing happiness, and he was never, ever letting go.
EPILOGUE
“Mmm.” Ben shifted and stretched his legs, smiling at the sensation of Jason’s soft lips and light stubble brushing over his shoulder.
“Happy birthday,” Jason murmured, pressing up behind him, his erection poking Ben, hot and hard against his bare ass.
“Now it is.” Grinding his hips back, he reached down and stroked himself. “Do you think we can squeeze it in? Pun entirely intended.”
Jason pulled Ben onto his back and slid on top, both of them moaning as they kissed slowly, waking up their bodies and waking up to the day, the soft glow of sunshine through the half-open blinds already warm on Ben’s skin.
Tongues exploring, they rubbed together, legs tangled, breathing faster. Ben cupped Jason’s head, running his fingers through Jason’s mess of hair. He pushed up with his hips and whispered, “Want to play cowboy and go for a ride, baby?”
From the hallway, Maggie called, “Are you guys up? Come on. I have to get to school eventually, and there are presents to open!”
Ben groaned. “This tradition of opening gifts at the crack of dawn needs to be revisited.” He called back, “Coming!” before grumbling under his breath, “Or not, as the case may be.”
“Oh, you will. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” Jason nipped Ben’s ear, his breath hot. “I’ll ride you so hard you’ll—”
Dylan’s wail pierced the dawn stillness, echoing in stereo over the baby monitor. Ben sighed. “Hold that thought, because I’m going to hold you to it tonight. As God is my witness, we are going to have sex.”
Dylan cried louder, and Jason rolled out of bed and stepped into track pants before tugging on a tee. “How about you hold me to it this afternoon? Mrs. Leung down the street agreed to babysit. I’ll come out to the park, and you can take a break. Out in the woods.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Why, Jason Kellerman. Are you suggesting we go off the trail?”
He opened the door and winked over his shoulder. “I know I’ll be in good hands.”
Ben stretched back on the mattress, arms over his head and toes pointed. Dylan’s cries tapered off, and Jason’s low lullaby murmured over the monitor, his voice as bad as ever as he warbled the campfire song about barges Ben had taught him and Maggie years ago.