Paul

Paul enters the bedroom, ready for bed after a shower, but freezes as he closes the door.

Lying on the bed, Ben is reading a book in his boxers. This vision is a mix of all of Paul’s fantasies. They are in a bedroom with a closed door. Ben is in a bed. He seems quite deep in his book, because he hasn’t looked at Paul yet, and there is something about Ben reading that Paul finds extremely endearing. But also… the body… Paul has never seen Ben with so few clothes before. He never pictured dating an athlete, but damn… the calves… the thighs… the abs… the chest… the arms…

Paul looks away before entirely treating his boyfriend like a piece of meat.

He starts feeling a bit nervous. He’s wearing sweatpants and the magic T-shirt. Should he stay in his pajamas, which are absolutely not on the sexy side, or get in his boxers like Ben? Then again, it’s not like he would be closer to the sexy side then. There is also the issue of what is happening down there that he wouldn’t be able to hide if he was in his underwear.

“Paul? Are you alright?” Ben put the book down and is now looking at Paul who has probably been looking at his toilet bag for a ridiculously long time now.

“I… I think I’m freaking out a little bit.”

Ben’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Why?”

Paul vaguely gestures towards Ben and the bed. He can see on Ben’s face that he gets it. How lucky is he that his boyfriend can understand him without having to put words on it? Because he’s not sure he could find the words to explain why going to lie down next to his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend suddenly feels like too much.

“Nothing has to happen, Paul. I’m perfectly happy with just sleeping with you.” There is a second and then Ben blushes. “And I really do mean sleeping… not the sexual kind.”

Paul can feel a smile spreading on his lips. His nervousness is fading away. It’s Ben. Everything is fine.

He lies next to Ben. The bed is large enough that they don’t have to touch. Ben puts his book away and gets on his side so he can face Paul.

“Should we… talk about it?”

Paul nods. “You know I’m not ready to go all the way. But I want more.”

“Me too. I want to feel closer to you. Also, I… I would really like to make you come.” Ben blushes after saying that and Paul’s brain can’t pick between finding this sentence absolutely cute, or the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

Well… apparently, it can, because his lower body is waking up.

“I remember you texting me that you had a list of things you would do to me the next time we would be alone,” Paul says. “I know it’s not an empty house, but maybe you can tell me more… just in case your dad takes your stepmother grocery shopping at some point this weekend.”

Ben smiles. This is easier than Paul thought it would be. He’s not nervous anymore. At all. He wants to reach out to Ben and touch him. In all the ways the word could mean.

“I told you,” Ben teases. “It’s classified.”

“Oh, it’s still a secret, is it? When will I get enough clearance to access this list?”

“When I’ll do it to you.” There is this mischievous light in Ben’s eyes that Paul loves to see. “But I want us to trust each other,” Ben continues. “I want to make sure that we’re on the same page. So… I don’t know… Why don’t we say that anything that would require my dad’s supplies is off limit for now?”

Paul glances at the now empty nightstand. “Yeah. That sounds like a plan.”

Ben slides a bit closer to Paul and they stare at each other for a moment, their noses touching.

“What if… what if you don’t like what I’m doing?” Paul asks.

“If you start doing something I don’t want you to, I’ll tell you. And I want you to do the same. But if you mean… performance-wise… that’s a silly thought. Sometimes, when we’re making out, it feels like if you brushed against my dick, it would be enough to make me come.”

Ben looks a little embarrassed, but he shouldn’t. Paul knows what he means. Some days, he feels like he could catch on fire just from Ben’s touch. That calms his insecurities. For the first time, it occurs to him that Ben might enjoy what they’re doing just as much as he does.

Paul closes the gap between the two of them and kisses Ben. The kiss quickly shifts from sweet to intense.

“Ben… maybe we should slow down…”

“I thought you wanted more.”

“I do, but… what about your dad?”

“It’s a big house,” Ben replies. “We just need to be quiet.”

A hot wave washes over Paul’s entire body. He lets Ben pull him closer. He can feel that Ben is getting hard, and Paul realizes that he is too. Not halfway like when they were talking, but really hard.

He breaks the kiss to take off his top, and he follows Ben’s lead when he pulls at his sweatpants. Now they are both in their boxers.

Ben takes a moment to look at Paul, and his eyes darken noticeably. Then he locks gaze with Paul, and they stare at each other for a moment, simply breathing together. Paul has to look down because the way Ben stares at him feels like too much. He looks at his boyfriend’s defined muscles, the lovely color of his skin, the way his chest moves up and down faster than usual, the bump in his boxers…

“I want to see you,” Paul whispers.

Ben nods, looking a little nervous. But he takes his underwear off. He is now fully naked. It’s hotter and less intimidating than Paul thought it would. He’s not embarrassed to directly look at it. It looks glorious. It’s probably a bit bigger than Paul’s, not enough to give him a complex. After all, Ben is taller than him.

“Now you,” Ben says in a husky, breathy voice.

Paul obeys. He feels a bit self-conscious as he does this, but the way Ben looks at him fills him with confidence. He suddenly feels hot, sexy and bold. He pulls Ben in and starts kissing him again. The taller boy is half lying on Paul, and Paul can feel his penis against his leg.

The first time he fantasized about one of those, he felt confused and lost. For a moment, a bit disgusted, maybe. Because he knew it wasn’t what he was supposed to be into. He doesn’t feel like that anymore. Right here, right now, there is nothing he wants more than to touch, really touch, Ben.

So, he does. Paul moves his hand down Ben’s torso, and he can hear his boyfriend catch his breath.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Paul whispers.

“Please don’t,” Ben answers. “Don’t stop.”

Paul puts his lips back on Ben’s as he wraps his fingers around Ben’s length. Ben shivers and moans softly. That makes Paul feel so good. Knowing that Ben enjoys even such a small touch from him. He wants more. So he starts moving his hand.

Ben breaks the kiss and puts his lips next to Paul’s ear. “Can I touch you too?” Paul could die right now, he thinks. That’s what it feels like.

“Yes, please.”

And Ben’s hand is on him, moving too, copying Paul’s rhythm. Paul remembers all the times he thought about Ben in an inappropriate way. He actually had no idea. This is so much better than he could picture.

Ben moves his lips to his neck and Paul is starting to have a hard time keeping track. Everything feels so good. He wants to keep focusing on what he’s doing to Ben, but he also needs to make sure that the noise level remains under control.

Soon, Ben stops kissing his neck and is just panting against Paul, and his noises, however faint, are driving him crazy. Just enough to… “Babe, I’m going to…” Ben’s hand starts moving faster and it’s all it takes. Paul is coming, burying his noises in the pillow.

Apparently, Ben enjoys that image, because Paul can feel him come all over his hand.

And the world gets quiet.

After a few seconds, Ben’s lips are back on Paul’s.

“I love you, Paul.” Ben is out of breath, and he has never sounded sexier.

“I love you too. I love you more.”

Ben smiles. “That’s not a thing,” he answers, brushing Paul’s hair out of his face with his clean hand. “You’re so pretty…”

“I’m all sweaty, and I probably look like a mess,” Paul laughs.

“True. But that’s the prettiest mess I’ve ever seen.”

Ben opens the drawer of his nightstand and gets some wipes out. He gives one to Paul.

“Oh, I see you were prepared…”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting anything, but I was hoping that we might need some of those.”

It makes Paul feel funny in his stomach to know that Ben has been thinking about it. That he was planning for something to happen. That he might have touched himself in anticipation of this. That, maybe, he found Ben here in his underwear because he was trying to seduce Paul.

Paul cleans himself up and puts his pajama back on.

“I really love when you’re wearing that shirt,” Ben says.

“So do I,” Paul confesses whilst coming back in bed to curl up against a now more decently dressed Ben. “It makes me feel close to you when you’re not here.”

“I’m here now.”

“Yeah, but I know you like seeing me in it.”

Ben smiles and holds Paul closer, starting to rub the nape of his neck. After a few minutes, Paul feels that he’s falling asleep. It’s been a long day, a long drive, a lot of pressure meeting another part of Ben’s family, and then that happened with Ben. Plus, now, there are those magic fingers massaging his neck.

In this moment, he is perfectly happy. He can’t believe that everything went fine. He likes Ben’s dad and stepmother, he thinks he made an alright impression and, most amazing discovery, he is able to make his boyfriend come. Could he have asked for more?

Today was a good day.