Page 95 of Rebound

“I couldn’t fuck you again even if I wanted to.” He smiled against Ben’s neck, rearranging himself when Ben rolled so they were chest to chest.

“Too old?”

“If three times in one night makes me old, then yes.”

Ben laughed softly and kissed the spot on his chest above his heart.

“Do you have plans today?” Ben murmured, kissing him again.

“You.”

“I thought you were spent.” Ben reached down and palmed Thomas’s tender and soft cock.

“I am,” he whispered, even as the sensation of Ben’s fingers caused him to groan and lean into the touch. “But when you came over for dinner, you said you wanted to go home shopping.”

“Hmmn.” Ben made a thoughtful sound that bordered on a pout, fist still loose around Thomas’s dick. “How do you remember that?”

“Because I listen when you talk.”

“Refreshing.”

“You won’t make me hard,” he sighed, hips pumping against Ben’s hand. “No matter how much I want that to happen.”

“I’m not a quitter.”

“You quit swimming,” he teased.

“I quit swimming seriously.” Ben squeezed him, then let his cock fall limp against his leg. “Now I do it for fun.”

With that, Ben rolled him onto his back, straddling him and grinding his ass down against Thomas’s cock. His eyes rolled back and he grunted, grabbing Ben’s waist to still him.

“You wanted sheets,” he murmured, Ben moving again under his hands. Even though he knew it wouldn’t make him hard, the heat and the feel of Ben’s body against his made him feel like anything was possible. “A new duvet.”

“I like yours.”

“We can get you mine.”

“I likeyours,” Ben said again, taking his dick into his hand.

“Are you trying to put me into an early grave?” He tightened his hold on Ben’s waist to still him again.

“So dramatic,” Ben grumbled, crawling off of him and standing beside the bed, his cock still in his fist. Thomas rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his hand, elbow bent. He licked his lips, watching Ben work his length, although he didn’t get much harder than Thomas had earlier.

“Sheets and what else?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” Ben leaned against the dresser, letting his cock land against his leg. He folded his arms in front of his chest and sighed. “I painted before, like I was just really inspired by howyouthis place is and I wanted my place to beme.”

“We can browse.” He sat up and turned, setting his feet onto the floor and stretching toward the ceiling. “Get what suits you.”

“After a shower?”

“And coffee.” He stood and stepped forward, landing a soft kiss against Ben’s mouth. “And breakfast.”

“I like all of those things.” Ben smiled against his lips and kissed him back. “Are you sure you can’t go again?”

“I’m positive that I need at least half a day to recover, on either side.”

Ben chuckled and sidestepped away from him, starting toward the bathroom like it was his own place. The happiness that now permanently lived inside of Thomas’s chest expanded and twisted, growing into a bigger and messier—and better—thing. He didn’t have a name for it, but he followed Ben into the bathroom, pulling two clean towels out of the cabinet and dropping them on the counter.