Ends of the Earth

Smothering a swell of rage at the faceless people who had heaped so much pressure on Jason’s young shoulders, Ben caressed his hair with his other hand, the waves curling over his fingers. “You’re an amazing father. But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have a life of your own. That you’re not allowed to draw and be an artist. That you can’t want things for yourself. A relationship. Sex.”

Jason shook his head, knocking against Ben’s hand. “Maggie has to come first.”

“And she does. But what’s second? Third, fourth? You get to have a life. You’re allowed. I promise.”

Tears glistened in Jason’s brown eyes. “I’m such a mess. Why would you even want me?”

“You’re intelligent and kind, and you sing terribly around campfires to make your daughter happy.” As Jason laughed unsteadily, Ben took his face in his hands and thumbed the tears from his warm cheeks. “You’re sexy and sweet and you unironically love nineties pop music. You’re brave and strong, and you make me feel inspired for the first time in years. God, I want you.”

Jason sniffed and licked his parted lips, his gaze flicking between Ben’s eyes and mouth. “I… I’m…”

Marshaling all his self-control, Ben stepped back, dropping his hands, his fingers clenching into fists. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything. We can just talk and—”

His words were swallowed by Jason’s kiss. Jason gripped Ben’s head almost painfully, his lips bruising and pleading. All the blood in Ben’s body rushed south, and he hauled Jason against him, fire zipping through his veins.

With a gasping breath, Jason broke the kiss, chest heaving. “I don’t know what to do. I want…everything. I want it all.”

Ben could only kiss him in response, pressing Jason back onto the bed, his heart singing with every little moan and whimper that escaped Jason’s lips. Hungry, Ben wanted to rip off Jason’s clothes, throw his legs up, and fuck him into next week.

But he concentrated on kissing him—licking into his mouth, sucking his tongue, reveling in every hitched breath and jerk of Jason’s hips. Their stubble rasped roughly. Jason tasted vaguely of coffee and tangy orange sweetness. His hot breath puffed over Ben’s face as Ben nipped and teased before diving back in, tongue stroking.

The denim-covered ridge of Jason’s hard cock nudged Ben’s hip, but Ben touched everywhere but there. He caressed his cotton-covered arms and shoulders as they kissed, one hand tangling in Jason’s shaggy hair, the other snaking down to rub his thigh. He delighted in Jason’s breathy shiver when his fingers stole under the hem of Jason’s Henley, teasing his sensitive stomach and circling his belly button.

Flushed and beautiful, his thick lips red and wet, Jason panted. “Please. I can’t wait.” He raked his fingers through Ben’s chest hair. “Please.”

Nodding, Ben scooted off the bed to kick free his boxers and fish a condom and packet of lube from of his wallet. When he turned back, Jason was peeling off his jeans and underwear in one go, his shirt already abandoned, sneakers tossed to the floor with dull thunks.

Jason’s cock was a thing of beauty—uncut and flushed red, the glistening head poking out, thick shaft curving away from wiry hair. Jason had probably never had a mouth on his cock or tongue on his balls. That Ben could be the first sent a powerful, protective surge through him.

Ben couldn’t wait to show him how incredible sex could be.

As Jason peeled off his socks, Ben have his own prick a hard tug, biting back a groan. Jason watched with wide eyes, waiting. He whispered, “Holy shit.”

Kneeling on the mattress, Ben stopped. “Second thoughts?” Please say no. Please say no. Please—

“No. I want this. Want you. Want to know.” Jason nodded, breathing deeply. “Please, will you show me?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Spread your legs for me.”

Mouth dry and body tingling, Jason did as Ben asked, stretching out on his back, his legs wide and bent, cock curving up. For a few thumping heartbeats, Ben just looked at him, rubbing Jason’s calves, teasing the hair there lightly. Ben was naked—they were both naked—and Jason stared at Ben’s hard, veiny dick, red and shiny with precum.

Holy shit that’s big.

“You’re beautiful,” Ben murmured.

Heat flowed down Jason’s chest, and Ben leaned forward with his hands on the mattress, bracketing him. He dipped his head to lick one nipple, sucking it into his mouth as Jason cried out and clutched at his arms.

Ben nuzzled his way to the other nipple, kissing lightly before sucking it into a peak. Jason thrashed, digging his blunt nails into Ben’s skin. Ben chuckled, huffing warm air onto the sensitive nub. “And I haven’t even touched your cock yet. You want that?”

His face surely lobster red, Jason could only nod.

Ben kissed him deeply and tantalizingly slowly, Jason chasing after him for more when Ben pulled back and murmured, “Tell me what you want.”