Page 11 of When Ben Loved Jace (He Loved Him #2)

The sentiment is unmistakable. If the overlapping hearts weren’t hint enough, the passionate colors tell the rest of the story. Maybe I shouldn’t have hung it on my wall when moving here, but like he said, sometimes you want to keep a piece of the dream with you. Even once it’s over.

His eyes return to mine. “Do you want to talk about it? I’d like to learn more about you. Including your past.”

“Next time,” I promise him. And I mean it, because most of the doors Tim opened had to be lockpicked by me first. I don’t intend to put Jace through the same experience. I want better for him. And more in general, which is why I begin bouncing up and down on the bed again.

He takes the hint and laughs. “Flying always makes me feel grungy,” he says. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

“Cleanliness is next to godliness.”

And I intend to worship devoutly while on my knees.

I ask if he wants any help, and when he declines, I hook him up with a fresh towel and warn him that the hot and cold water knobs are reversed.

Then I leave him to it, straightening up little messes around the apartment that embarrassed me while I gave him the tour.

I’m attempting to fluff the pillows on our threadbare couch when the bathroom door opens with a puff of steam.

First I stare. Then I laugh, because he’s wearing nothing but a white bathrobe covered in a pattern of tiny tulips.

“I forgot my rollaboard in the car,” Jace says sheepishly .

“Your what?”

“The carry-on luggage that flight crews always have with them. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your robe.”

“I wouldn’t… if I owned one. That belongs to Allison.”

“Oh! That explains a few things.”

Like how it’s so small on him that it barely provides enough cover. The portion beneath his waist resembles a mini-skirt. Which makes me even more desperate to see beneath it.

“Listen,” I say, forcing my eyes back up to his face. “I know we talked about taking things slow. And if you need more time, that’s totally cool. For real. But just so you know—”

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“Lock the door.”

“I already did,” I say, rushing over to meet him.

Our mouths are ravenous when they meet. I can’t stop kissing him. Not yet. I feel his hand grab my wrist before something is placed in my palm. When I look down in confusion, I laugh again, because it's the belt of the robe. All I have to do is tug!

I take a step back while doing so. The fabric flutters open.

His swelling cock is beautiful and long, just like the rest of him.

Pubic hair a darker shade of blond is neatly trimmed, which only draws more attention to the rest, which I lovingly caress.

I fill my hand with him, feeling the heft before I drop to my knees, needing to express my adoration.

I bury my nose in his bush and inhale before sliding my tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

I’m shameless, which he sure seems to appreciate, especially when I take him into my mouth, but I don’t make it all the way down.

I can’t fit it all the way in! And believe me, I’ve had practice.

I suck hard while pulling back until the purple head reveals itself with a satisfying pop. Then I look up and smile.

“Worth waiting for?” Jace asks with half-lidded eyes as he shrugs off the robe.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “But now that the genie is out of the bottle, don’t think you can put it back in again easily. I’m already obsessed.”

“Fine by me,” he says, thwapping my face gently before pressing the head against my lips.

I gleefully engulf his cock, making him moan with each bob of my head. If he wants to finish like this, it’s cool with me. As long as this isn’t the last time. I’m going to be all over him any chance I get!

He pulls out of my mouth and bends over, lifting me up by the armpits.

Then he begins to undress me. I’m biting down on my bottom lip while he does.

When he gets my shirt off and licks a nipple, I start undoing my pants for him.

He slides one of his big hands in my underwear, his palm warm and soft against my dick.

I begin to grind against it. Jace moves to the couch and sits down, his cock waving back and forth like a charmed snake. I’m certainly mesmerized!

“Take off your pants,” he commands.

I do so, and when he pats the couch on either side of him, I place my knees there.

His eyes move over me appraisingly before he pulls me close so I can fuck his mouth, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks and encouraging me to thrust harder.

I feel myself getting way too close and am about to warn him when he pushes me over.

I’m forced to brace myself on the arm of the couch as he shifts behind me.

I’m not sure what he intends until I feel his tongue on my sphincter, my entire body going rigid with shock before I give in to pleasure and moan.

Jace reaches between my legs while rimming me and starts milking me like a cow.

“Huh-uh!” I whimper while squirming.

He backs off and is wearing a questioning expression when I turn around.

“I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Oh.” He smiles. Then he leans back, stretching out on the couch, one of his long legs bent, the other reaching the floor.

As for what’s between them… I swear, just looking at his beautiful cock is enough to make my mouth water.

“You better find something else to do with yourself then,” he suggests.

I crawl forward and begin servicing him again.

Each time I glance up, Jace’s gaze is filled with lust. His mouth hangs open slightly as I use him to ram the back of my throat.

At one point he takes my head in both of his hands and thrusts so intently that I’m certain he’s about to finish.

He doesn’t though. Instead he pulls out.

“Lick my balls.”

I’ve been neglecting them so far, which is shameful, because he has such a nice pair.

I run my tongue around and underneath them, and take note, because he’s really moaning now.

Then I work my way back up his cock, starting at the base, before teasing the head with my tongue.

I manage to wrap both of my hands around the shaft to pump it while doing so.

Jace looks pleased with my efforts. I’m pleading with my eyes while grinding against the couch.

I know it’s our first time, and that it would be romantic if it lasted forever, but the anticipation has been building for weeks and I just can’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I say.

“All right, Ben.” Jace’s fingers run through my hair, encouraging me to go down on him again. “Finish me off."

I suck like my life depends on it, still pumping him with a fist. When he starts bucking, I hold on for dear life, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finally explodes in my mouth, and I swear it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

I swallow greedily and keep slurping before he pulls me close.

I place my knees to either side of his torso, staring into green eyes as he takes me into his mouth.

He can read my expression. I’m desperate to blow my load.

Just when I’m about to, he pushes on my hips, forcing me out.

“Right here,” he says, patting his chest. “I wanna watch.”

Then one of his big hands wraps around my dick, which is still wet enough for his fist to slide up and down.

That feels good, but when he reaches around with his free hand and begins massaging my hole, I lose it, shooting rope after rope onto his chest. And his neck.

I’m worried about that last bit getting on the couch until he wipes it off with a finger and licks it clean.

“You taste good,” he says. “All over.”

I laugh, collapsing onto him. “Says the guy who wouldn’t let me take a shower with him. You’re lucky that I have impeccable hygiene.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

I push myself up to examine his face. “Is that your fetish or something? I didn’t want to ask earlier, but Victor couldn’t have been the cleanest guy.”

“He did all right,” Jace says. “He’d bathe in the lake by my house. Or strip down in the rain. That sort of thing. Sometimes he was a little musky but… You know that scent that gets on your skin and clothes when you hang out around a campfire? That always makes me think of him.”

“It’s a nice smell,” I murmur, settling back down and resting my head on his chest. But only for the briefest of seconds. “Ugh! I totally forgot where I just came!”

Jace laughs. “Looks like you might get that shower after all. Unless you want me to give you a cat bath.”

He attempts to lick my face, making me laugh as I try to squirm free, but he won’t let me go, his long arms wrapping around me to pull me close over and over again. Eventually I give up. He’s weird, we’re a mess, and I’m falling fast. I just hope he feels the same way about me.

— — —

We’re standing next to Jace’s car the following morning, my heart already aching from the impending separation, even if it’s only for a few hours. I’m hooked on him already. Like a junky.

“When do you have to fly out again?” I ask, holding one of his hands in mine.

“Tomorrow.”

I perk up at this news. “So you can stay the night with me again?”

He grimaces. “I need to get home to Samson.”

“Why? Greg takes care of him when you’re gone, right?”

Jace’s expression is vulnerable. “Yeah. But I love him. And he loves me.”

I stare in disbelief. Then I laugh, but not mockingly. He’s just so sweet.

“Besides,” Jace says, “I fly out early the morning after. But I promise, the next chance I have to bid for my schedule, I’ll try to get more stops here.”

I shake my head, not understanding.

“Each month, when the airlines post their schedules, everyone in the crew ranks which routes they want most, which are awarded based on seniority. I don’t have much pull yet. Just be patient with me.”

“I have a better idea. I’ll drop out of school and come live in your trailer. That way Samson is never alone.”

He smiles before kissing me. “Go to class. Paying off student loans is bad enough with a degree. You’ve made it this far. Keep your eye on the prize.”

“Thanks for the pep talk, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, Son,” he says without missing a beat .

I don’t let him go without a few more kisses to tide me over. Even when he drives away, I stand there watching until his car disappears around the corner. Then I return inside. Allison is waiting for me in the kitchen, sipping coffee.

“Well?” she says knowingly.

“What?” I respond, but she doesn’t buy my innocent expression.

“I want details! You’ve been glowing since I got home last night.”

I giggle and fill a mug of my own before joining her at the table. “You know how the first time you have sex with someone, it’s exciting because everything is new, but it’s also kind of awkward? It wasn’t like that with Jace.”

“It wasn’t exciting?”

“No! I mean, yes. What I’m trying to say is that it was more like long-term relationship sex, when you’re comfortable with the other person and you don’t have any inhibitions.

We have so much chemistry in bed that it’s ridiculous.

” I don’t mention that it was actually the couch where the chemical reaction took place.

I’m sure there are some details she’d rather not know.

“How far did things go?” Allison asks.

“Not all the way. I’m pretty sure he’s a top though.”

“I would’ve been so disappointed for you if he wasn’t.” She eyes me for a moment. “If you plan on taking things that far, get tested first. With him. Just to be sure. I’ve always known that someday I’d lose my roommate to a beautiful man, but I don’t want that to be the reason.”

“We’ll get tested,” I promise her. “It’s a good idea, because I think he’s worthy of entering Aladdin’s cave.”

“You’ll get no argument from me. Jace sure is fine!”

“He really is!” I say gleefully.

“So…” Allison says leading. “Is it too soon to talk about feelings?”

“To him? Yes. With my best friend? Of course not. I’m totally falling in love. Or wait, do I love him already? There really needs to be a test for this sort of thing. It’s only been a few weeks. Am I being ridiculous?”

“No more than usual,” she says fondly. “And by the way, if a boy pees on a pregnancy test and the result is positive, it means he's in love. "

“Really?”

“No!” she says, tossing a napkin at me.

I laugh, taking just as much joy in messing with her. “I don’t need a test. I know where I’m headed. Although I wouldn’t mind asking him to pee on one, if that actually worked.”

Allison shakes her head. “The man is crazy about you. Have no doubt.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because he barely even looked at Ken. And he’s—"

“—the hottest guy in the world,” I say with a nod of agreement. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Jace only has eyes for you.”

“Huh. Maybe he just has bad taste.”

Allison raises an eyebrow at this. “Do I need to build you up? Because I will.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head while wearing a goofy grin. “That’s okay.”

I can’t say for sure how Jace feels about me, or what word he would use to describe it, but at the moment, I definitely feel loved.