Page 22 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

The car had been still for a long time when they finally finished, Benji crying out into Noah’s shoulder, hips still working weakly as Noah fingered him into oblivion.

Noah couldn’t help it: he teased his fingers across Benji’s prostate, enjoying the shudder it produced. He was so sensitive . Noah wanted to tie him down and see how much he could take.

He almost said it. But he’d fucked up back at the store, and he didn’t want to make things any worse. Not when Benji was still shivering against him, loose and shaky with orgasm. The tension finally drained out of him after Noah had accidentally poured him full of it in the dressing room.

He pulled his fingers out, kissing Benji’s sweaty cheek when he whined at the loss.

“How’re you doing, baby?”

Benji groaned into his skin. He’d left teeth marks in Noah’s shoulder, the divots stinging pleasantly as Benji shifted.

“Good,” he slurred. He sat back, dazed. His jeans were halfway down his ass, his shirt rucked up to his nipples.

He looked fucked out and relaxed, none of the tension from before.

Then he blinked, and his walls started coming back up.

He cleared his throat, his voice getting steadier as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“Okay. You gotta get to work. I should go to class. I know you’re condom-less back here, but you don’t happen to have some deodorant stuck between the couch cushions, do you?”

Noah caught his hands, stopping him from straightening his shirt. “Come up to mine. Have a shower. Rest.”

“We don’t have time,” Benji argued.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Benji dug it out, his next protest fading as he looked at the screen.

“What?”

Benji shook his head. He tilted the phone toward him.

Hi Benjamin, the text started. This is Dr. Farnsworth from High Street Medical Center. This is to let you know your tests came back clean across the board. If you…

Noah didn’t read the rest. He was too busy watching Benji’s face, the thoughts behind it so clear he might as well have made an itemized list.

“Shame they didn’t send that twenty minutes ago,” he said, voice husky.

Noah played with the hem of his recently adjusted jeans. “Come up. I owe you a proper blowjob.”

Benji’s hips twitched, a pained expression flickering over his face. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You can.”

Benji’s head dropped onto his shoulder. He mumbled something that sounded like death of me and then sighed. “Fuck it. Who needs class? Let’s go.”

It became one of his new favorite things over the next few weeks: sucking Benji down, not letting him come until he was incoherent and begging, making him cry from overstimulation.

He cried so prettily , and Noah wasted no time in telling him.

All he had to do was deny him his orgasm, and Benji’s eyes would start pricking.

Noah felt fucking possessed . Getting distracted during meetings and accidentally doing double his reps because he was too busy thinking about Benji’s whimpers to count.

Benji had done something to him, enchanting him with those big, dark eyes and his vulnerable, pale skin.

His eyerolls and giggles and his lip-biting.

The way he’d try so hard not to give in, making Noah coax it out of him.

How he’d go limp afterward, cheeks wet with tears, watching Noah in dazed reverence.

Like Noah had unlocked something in him that he thought he’d never get to have.

Like he’d expected to go his whole life without this, and then Noah had come along and fucked all that up.

Noah could relate. Benji was coming dangerously close to everything he ever wanted: funny, smart, and sardonic. Sweet, but still sharp enough to bite back. He was taking everything he had and begging for more. Noah was in awe of him.

And now he could have him bare. Noah took every opportunity to do so over the next two weeks, coming inside him or sucking him dry, and now, finally, eating him out.

Benji was already crying by the time Noah licked that first stripe over his hole, face down on the bed, breath hitching as Noah sucked his come out of him.

“Fucking let me come already,” Benji said into the sheets, every part of him trembling. Desperate. But still not touching himself, just like Noah told him. Not that it would matter much with that cock ring snug around his base.

Noah prodded Benji’s puffy hole, watching his come drip out.

He licked it up, eyeing the ring around Benji’s throbbing cock.

They’d quickly found out that Benji couldn’t hold back for long when Noah was fucking him like this: first with his cock, then with a toy, then with his cock again.

Going until neither of them could take it anymore.

Benji would come all over himself before he even finished the first load. Hence: cock ring.

Resistance training , Noah called it.

Being a fucking asshole , Benji insisted. But his pupils swelled to the size of plates when Noah fit the cock ring around his base.

It had been three rounds since then. Well, two, but Noah was including the dildo as a round. Now he was spreading Benji wide, sucking two loads of come out of his quivering hole.

Benji made a choked-off noise as Noah stuck his tongue inside, his come spilling out over his thighs. He reached back, slapping Noah half-heartedly on the shoulder.

“I gotta,” he begged. “Come on, let me, I need it, you fucking dick.”

Noah chuckled, the vibrations making Benji shiver. “I won’t fuck you again if you’re rude.”

“Picked the wrong sugar baby, then.” Benji grinned into the pillows, the grin dissolving into a gasp as Noah licked deep into him.

Another new development: Benji was getting mouthy in bed. If he wasn’t too far under, he’d start snarking at him. Noah loved it. It meant Benji was getting more comfortable with him, less worried that Noah would kick him out if he said the wrong thing.

Benji groaned into the bedding. He was drooling, a damp patch under his chin. He didn’t seem to notice as he flailed back, grabbing Noah’s hair.

“Please,” he gasped. “ Please .”

Noah bit his ass cheek and reached for the dildo lying next to them, still wet with lube.

“Nope!” Benji croaked. “Your cock, come on, I can see it. You’re so hard.”

He pushed back against him, trying to make Noah fuck him with his tongue. Noah relented, unable to stop a spark of pride as Benji pushed back harder. He was still self-conscious, but he was getting less shy. Especially if he was horny enough.

Noah dragged the dildo up his thigh, trailing lube. “What, is my tongue not good enough?”

“Tongue’s fucking magnificent,” Benji bit out, his legs shaking with the effort of holding himself up. “I just want it, Noah, come on. You know you wanna give it to me. It’d feel so good, I’d squeeze around you just the way you like, please .”

Noah reached down to tug his own cock. He was fucking exhausted. Three times in one night was alright when he was twenty, but it was pushing things at thirty-five.

“Surprised you’re not begging to come yet.”

“Don’t wanna,” Benji muttered. “Not until you’re in me again.”

Noah trailed a line of sucking kisses down his ass, biting the junction where cheek met thigh. Benji kept trying to push back against him, cock hard and dripping between his legs.

“Noah,” he whined. “This feels like a fucking punishment!”

That stopped Noah cold. He gripped Benji’s ass and spread him wide, nudging his cockhead against his hole.

“If I punish you,” Noah said. “You’ll know it. Even then, you’ll still be my good boy.”

Benji whined. He had stilled the moment that Noah smeared his head over his hole. His fingers tightened in the bedsheets, knuckles white with strain.

Noah bent over him, kissing his neck. “Do you need to use your word?”

“No,” Benji said instantly. “Need you . Please, it’s been ages. I need it.”

Noah thought back to the grimacing boy who had braced himself in this very room and admitted that he wanted it, his voice so hushed and embarrassed that Noah ached for him. Now, a month later, he was spread out naked over his bed, saying he needed it.

“I’m so proud of you for saying that,” Noah told him, teasing his cock barely into his hole. “Doesn’t it feel better, admitting that? Doesn’t it feel good getting what you need?”

“ Yes ,” Benji breathed, his face slack with bliss as Noah pushed inside him.

He didn’t say anything coherent for a while after that. By the time Noah finally undid the cock ring and let him come, he was sobbing into the sheets so hard he could barely say Noah’s name.

Noah cleaned him up carefully, wiping a warm cloth over his sweaty skin. Benji lay there, chest heaving as Noah cleaned his face. For a second, Noah thought he was asleep. Then Benji cracked his eyes open, focusing blearily on Noah.

“Was I good?” he asked, throat croaky from crying.

Noah kissed his nose, his forehead, his lips. “You were perfect, baby. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Benji sighed against his mouth. No matter how mouthy he got these days, he still melted under the praise.

When he was this out of it, he didn’t even tense up first. He just softened, eyes glazing over as he entered that soft headspace so far deep inside of him.

If Noah had just praised him while they were clothes shopping, he could have avoided that whole debacle.

Benji insisted it wasn’t an issue, but Noah knew otherwise.

He’d fucked up. He needed to be more careful next time, make sure Benji knew what to expect.

Make sure he knew that he never, ever had to be afraid of Noah, no matter what.

Benji’s phone buzzed while Noah was tucking him in. Benji made a sleepy noise, turning over to ignore it.

Noah leaned over him and checked it. “It’s Max. It says you have a couple of missed calls.”

Benji groaned. He sat up, groping the phone onto the bed and putting it on speaker.

“Hey,” he croaked. He cleared his throat, lying back against Noah’s chest. “Is the apartment on fire?”

“Yeah,” Max replied sourly. “All your art stuff got burned up. And we’re homeless.”

“Oh shit.” Benji yawned, then settled back into Noah’s chest, rubbing the coarse hair with his cheek. “You have enough pocket money for a motel, right?”

Max stayed silent. Noah held back a snicker, picturing the twelve-year-old glaring at him. The kid had a very efficient glare, no doubt picked up from his older brother.

“Seriously,” Benji said. “What’s up? We didn’t run out of chocolate clusters. I hid it on the top shelf after you ate three bowls and talked my ear off for two hours about Voltron.”

“And I could’ve gone on for three,” Max barked. “Aren’t you forgetting something, man?”

Benji frowned. He twisted, looking up at Noah questioningly.

Noah shrugged. Benji hadn’t mentioned any other plans tonight.

But the same thing had happened last week—Max had called halfway through a dinner date to tell Benji that they were supposed to go ice skating.

Noah had offered to get the food to go, but Benji insisted they stay.

The ice-skating rink would have closed in an hour anyway.

“Yesterday,” Max said. “At breakfast. You said we were gonna get all my holey socks, and you’d teach me how to fix them. I canceled a hangout for this! And I have to go to school with holey socks tomorrow.”

“Oh no, how will you survive?” Benji intoned. His tone was flat, but he was wincing.

Noah stroked his shoulder. For all that Benji bitched about the kid, it was clear how much he loved him.

“I’ll get you some on my way home tomorrow,” Benji said. “And I’ll still teach you.”

“You know I’ve had dinner alone five times this week? I can’t even remember what you look like anymore! Do we still have the same hair? Who knows?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Benji rolled his eyes at Noah.

“Your boss works you too hard,” Max grumbled.

“Yeah, he sucks.” Benji tossed Noah a grin before turning back to the phone. “Max, come on. I’ll make it up to you.”

Max’s voice went hopeful. “You could come with me to the Robot Smashdown 2 premiere?”

Benji groaned. “See you tomorrow, dipshit.”

“But Benjiiii?—”

Benji hung up, sliding the phone back onto the bedside table and flopping back down on Noah’s chest.

“He’s fine,” he said before Noah could ask. “He’s just… clingy, sometimes.”

“Of course. You’re all he has.”

Benji snorted derisively into Noah’s collarbone.

Noah stroked his hair, trying to picture Benji freshly eighteen and trying to convince everyone that, yes, he could take care of his brother.

Apparently, there had been some argument that the father should get custody, but since he was nowhere to be found, Benji won out in the end.

Noah was relieved. He didn’t want to know how bright-eyed Max would be doing in the uneasy environment Benji had described to him on the rare occasions when he talked about his family.

His father was a selfish jackass, only focused on the next con.

Not the sort to listen to his son talk for two hours about Voltron.

“Robot Smashdown 2?” Noah said, trying to get the conflicted look off Benji’s face.

Benji huffed, an annoyed smile taking over his weary face. “He wants to go to the midnight premiere. But it’s on a Thursday, so I keep telling him he can’t go. It miiiiight have something to do with me having an 8 a.m. the next day. I don’t want to deal with that.”

Noah nodded, stroking Benji’s arm. “When is this?”

“Uhhh. Couple weeks?”

Noah hummed, an idea brewing in the small corner of his mind that wasn’t filled with Benji’s warm skin.

Benji looked up, his hair brushing Noah’s chin. “What?”

Noah blinked. He hadn’t noticed he’d hummed so pointedly.

“Nothing,” he said. “Go to sleep, baby.”