Page 104 of Rebound

“Shit,” Ben cursed, hips wriggling as Thomas gave him half an inch at a time. It was cruel, half an inch in, half an inch out, an inch in, an inch out, over and over until the water from the shower mixed with the sweat that had beaded up against Ben’s spine and Thomas was seated so fully the rough wool of his slacks pressed against the backs of Ben’s thighs.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, easing back slowly and sliding in. He knew it wasn’t what Ben wanted, and it wasn’t what he wanted either. Ben wanted him to lose control, but after the day he’d had, he wasn’t going to make it easy.

“More,” Ben grunted, trying to fuck himself back and get some friction.

Thomas had to steady himself because he wanted more too.

He wanted everything.

“Thomas,” Ben whined, turning his head to the side with one cheek flat against the sheets. “Please. More.”

Ben didn’t need to ask again.

Thomas’s control snapped as fast as his hips, and he buried himself into Ben’s tight and slick hole with a low grunt.

His movement was rewarded with Ben’s mouth twisting open into a silent cry, and he fucked so hard the sound of their skin slapping together was quick to drown out the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. His fingers scrabbled along Ben’s sweaty back, finally finding purchase—and leverage—around Ben’s muscular shoulders. He fucked him hard and deep, pulling Ben back and off the bed, bending his knees so he could get him at a different angle.

Thomas reached around, bending Ben’s arms at the elbow so they sat below his chin, and with his finger hooked through the tie that kept him restrained, Thomas buried himself balls deep, his orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami. He fucked through it, the imbalance of being fully clothed against Ben’s nakedness a heady power trip on top of his already desperate need to come. Thomas didn’t falter, body still moving with short and deep thrusts as cum sprayed from the tip of his dick.

The orgasm was messy—he could tell by the way it took him apart. By the gooseflesh that covered him, to the cold sweat, and the frenzied heartbeat. Against him, Ben cried out, the strangled sound of a painful orgasm that Thomas had become familiar with in the past weeks. He finally slowed himself down to a stop, waiting for his cock to soften and come out of Ben’s body on its own before turning Ben around and sitting him down on the bed.

Ben grimaced, joined hands falling onto his thighs, his cock red and soft beneath his cum-covered stomach.

Thomas fell to his knees at Ben’s feet and picked at the knot, surprised at how steady his hands were and how freely the material gave way. He would have cut it if he had to, but now he could save it as a memento. He unwrapped the tie from Ben’s wrist and cast it aside, rubbing his skin and bending low to drop kisses against Ben’s wrist bones and the tops of his hands.

When he felt he’d paid enough attention, he slid down lower, resting his head on Ben’s thigh with a quiet sigh. Ben moved his hands, making circles with his wrists before settling his fingers into Thomas’s sweaty hair.

“Hard day, then?” Ben asked, voice scratchy from how loudly he’d cried out while Thomas fucked him. This moment, this man…these were all things Thomas never used to think he’d be able to have. Meeting Ben had been a fluke, falling in love with him had been an accident, and the rest of it…

Maybe that had been fate.

He knew it felt that way sometimes, like he’d never had a chance, never had a choice. Everything he’d done, every decision he’d made had led him to this life, this future, with Ben by his side. For as hard as things had been before, he’d live the same life over again a thousand times if it would bring him back to Ben’s life when all was said and done.

“Worth it,” he murmured. “It’s always worth it with you.”

Ben made a pleased sound, fingers still working gently through Thomas’s hair, and then he spoke so soft, Thomas barely heard the words, “So are you.”