“Stan—”
“No, I want to,” Stan murmured, before carefully licking up the length of Ben’s cock.
Ben’s knees buckled and he instinctively reached for Stan’s hair. Before he could grab it he stopped himself, and carefully combed his fingers through the fine blond strands instead.
Stan wrapped his lips around the head of Ben’s cock and slowly worked down, licking and gently sucking while his fingertips stroked Ben’s balls.
“Holy shit,” Ben said, then he stopped thinking.
Stan did that thing with his tongue on the underside of Ben’s dick that always made him feel like he was going to come right fucking now and it was almost nice to know that they could still turn each other on like this. The head of Stan’s cock was sticking out from the waistband of his boxers, pink and a little shiny.
“Stan.”
He reached down to give Stan a hand up, and then they stumbled towards Ben’s old bed. After a second Stan kicked off his boxers and sprawled out on the soft grey sheets.
The sight of him there almost stopped Ben’s heart.
Instead of dwelling on, well, anything, he went for living in the moment and took hold of Stan’s foot to kiss his ankle. Then laid more kisses up the side of his calf, on the inside of his knee, then up the sensitive seam of his inner thigh until his face was buried in the crease between Stan’s thigh and his balls. He hitched Stan’s thigh to the side, leaving his legs sprawled, his whole body exposed.
When it dawned on him that he wasn’t prepared for this at all, Ben closed his eyes and groaned.
“Don’t suppose you have a condom?”
Stan tipped his head back and laughed. “Luckily for you, I do.”
“Thank all the gods and goddesses.”
Stan was still laughing as he climbed off the bed and went through to the bathroom, then returned a minute later with two condoms and a bottle of lube that he was fiddling with the plastic wrapper on.
He kicked the door closed and huffed, eventually pulling the plastic off and tossing it to one side.
The sight of him, all long and lean, pale skin, hair falling over his shoulders and cock hard, was something else.
Ben grabbed his balls and squeezed them to take the edge off.
“While you’re already fiddling with it….”
Stan tossed him a condom.
“I wasn’t fiddling with it,” Ben grouched. “Here. I want to do that.”
Stan silently handed him the bottle of lube, then lay down on his stomach next to Ben.
“Did I tell you already how incredible your ass is?” Ben asked.
“No. Tell me again.” Stan got a leg up underneath himself, exposing his hole. Ben leaned forward and kissed it. Stan jumped, then shuddered.
“It’s really incredible.”
Stan was mid-laugh when Ben slicked lube over his hole and edged one finger inside. The laugh quickly turned into a groan.
Stan didn’t let Ben tease him for long. He was impatient, and Ben was too, so that was okay. After a few minutes of Ben’s fingers working slowly into his ass, Stan sat up and nudged Ben onto his back.
“Condom,” he said, his voice husky and low.
Ben forced himself to breathe slowly and not break the damn thing as he worked to get it on his cock, then Stan’s hands were there, slicking more lube on top of the latex.
“Jesus Christ, Stan,” Ben muttered.
But Stan was already swinging his leg over Ben’s thigh, gripping Ben’s cock and then slowly, carefully, sinking down on it.
Ben couldn’t have looked away if his life depended on it.
Stan dropped his head and his hair fell over his shoulder, partly obscuring his face. Ben shifted on the bed until he could wrap his hands around Stan’s waist, steadying him so his whole weight wasn’t balanced on his thighs.
Slowly, Stan started to rock back and forth.
Ben wanted to kiss him so much he thought he might burst with it.
“Stan,” he murmured, and Stan seemed to get it. He braced his hand on Ben’s chest and leaned forward, the ends of his hair tickling Ben’s skin, and captured his mouth in a kiss that burned all the way down to Ben’s stomach.
They found a good rhythm, a good compromise between a deep grind and frantic thrusting. Whenever Stan switched from one to the other Ben longed for the first, and when Stan pinched one of Ben’s nipples, he thought he might come right then and there.
He reached for Stan’s cock, surprised to find that Stan was already jerking himself off.
“Need a hand?” Ben asked, wanting to laugh at how breathless he sounded.
“No… uh, just…. Fuck, Ben, right there.”
Ben could take a hint.
He grabbed hold of Stan’s hips and directed his cock where Stan needed it, and it didn’t take long for Stan to reward him by moaning Ben’s name as he came all over Ben’s stomach.
“Fuck, Ben,” Stan gasped and fell forward, catching himself on his hands.
Ben was too far gone to argue with him, just thrust up into the tight heat of Stan’s ass and came with a breathless shudder.
He pressed his face to Stan’s neck, not sure what this sudden rush of emotions were, just knowing that he couldn’t cope with it. This was Stan, for fuck’s sake. The one man he thought he’d never have the opportunity to love like this again.
Very carefully, Ben wrapped his arms around Stan’s waist.
A moment later, Stan’s lips brushed over Ben’s ear. “I need you to move, baby.”
Ben managed to carefully roll Stan to the side as he pulled out. Stan pushed his hair back from his face and looked down at himself with a grimace.
“Oops?”
Ben laughed as he disposed of the condom. When he rolled back, Stan was cleaning himself up with a pair of boxers.
“Don’t go,” Ben said in a rush. “Just… stay here for a while?”
“I wasn’t going to. I just need to pee.”
Ben usually fell asleep quickly after sex. He knew it was a guy thing, and he tried to cuddle, he really did, though biology often overtook other desires. Making sure Stan was okay was important, though. So he shuffled around the blankets until they were the way he liked them, and waited for Stan to get back. When Stan shut the door behind himself again, he was wearing clean underwear.
Ben held back the blankets so he could get into bed.
“You’re sure you want me to?” Stan asked in a very quiet voice. “I have my own bed, now.”
“Yes. Please. Stay here tonight. If that’s okay with you.”
“I want to be here.”
Ben threw the blankets over them both and curled around Stan’s body, holding him close. He pressed one final kiss to Stan’s shoulder, then fell asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Stan woke with Ben’s arm wrapped around his waist and the rest of him plastered to Stan’s back. He forced himself to stay still as his mind came back online, taking stock of his surroundings and settling into this perfect moment of peace.
Ben was still sleeping; Stan could tell by his deep breathing. They’d spent a lot of time like this, and Stan had half expected to be freaked out by returning to it. But he wasn’t. It felt right.
Very carefully, Stan rolled over and pressed gentle kisses to Ben’s cheek, all the way up to his hairline.