Page 85 of When Ben Loved Jace

“Yeah.”

Tim grins and moves even closer, our bodies pressing together. He holds his face close to mine, as if taking in every detail. “Hey, Benjamin?”

“What?”

“I love you.”

I stare at him in disbelief. Then I throw my arms around his neck to kiss him. Tim reciprocates, his body angling backward, so he can take me with him through the water.

“Say it again,” I insist.

“I love you, Benjamin.”

“One more time.”

He laughs. “I fucking love you!”

I want to cry. Maybe I would if I didn’t have so many other needs. I kiss him again, inhaling deeply through my nose, like I want to breathe in his essence. His arms wrap around me as we bob up and down, making out like… well, like a couple of teenagers, which is how it feels, as if a single day hadn’t gone by. We’re right back to where we used to be. Where we belong.

He pulls back to consider me. “Now you say it.”

“I love you, Tim. I never stopped. Ever. Not for one second.”

His face crumples before he kisses me again. I’m used to feeling his need. Just not like this. I lean back to look at him, at the affection brimming in his beautiful eyes. I slick back his dark hair, nuzzle my nose against his, and smooch him.

“What does all this mean?” I ask.

“Whatever you want it to,” he promises.

“Everything. I want it all.”

He doesn’t shy away from this. “You’ve got it.”

Tim kisses me again. Then he lets go, spiraling beneath the water on his way to the ladder. Miniature rivers course over his toned body as he climbs out. Then he goes to a deck chair in the sun and plops down with his legs spread, his bare feet on the patio. His biceps bulge as he places hands behind his head, leaving his masculinity on full display. The tangles of black armpit hair, the washboard abs, the fat cock that is beginning to swell. I’m already on my way, dog-paddling through the water like I’m trying to escape a sinking ship.

I forget about the ladder completely, making a beeline for him, which means having to scramble over the pool’s edge. He laughs at my awkward antics, his balls bouncing. I grin shamelessly and scurry across the patio. I’m glad he left space on the deck chair for me. I lay my stomach on the empty stretch between his legs and take his cock in my hand, admiring how thick and veiny it is. “I’ve missed you,” I murmur to it while pumping.

Tim chuckles. “The feeling is mutual, believe me. Nobody has taken as good of care of it as you. Plenty have tried…”

“How many?” I ask with a playful pout before I put it in my mouth.

“I can’t remember all of a sudden,” Tim says, his eyes glazing over. “Oh, man… You’re the best.”

I’m determined to prove him right. I push myself up so my lips can inch along down to the base of his cock. He always was a mouthful. I swear he’s gotten even thicker than he used to be. Tim bucks against the back of my throat. I happily take the punishment before letting him slide out again. I shove my tongue inside his foreskin before trapping it between my lips. Then I stop teasing him and really go to work, my eyes repeatedly seeking his as I work my hand up and down. He pushes down on my head again and again. I still remember all the little tells—can read his body just like the old days. His muscles might be bigger, but they still tense and contract in the same way when he’s getting close.

“C’mere,” Tim says, reaching for me.

I quit grinding against the deckchair and eagerly comply, standing as he sits upright so I can fuck that incredibly handsome face of his. Now he’s the one playing me, reaching up with one hand to toy with my nipples while the other grips my butt, encouraging each thrust.

“Tim…” I warn when one of his fingers begins to massage my hole.

“Not yet,” he says, his hands going to my hips and pulling downward.

He wants me to sit on him. I want that too, especially when I feel his searing hot cock rub against me before sanity prevails. “I don’t think your precome will be enough.”

“You sure about that?” he asks, reaching down to pump himself a few times.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained! He’s slick when I try again. Tim was never the most patient guy when it came to loosening me up. I was never good at waiting. I grimace when he rams inside. Tim spits in his palm and strokes my cock, masking the pain with pleasure, but it’s still not enough.