Page 82 of When Ben Loved Tim

I stand, intending to get undressed and into bed, when something hits the window. After it happens again, I know it wasn’t simply a suicidal bug. I switch off the lights before returning to the window. In the narrow strip of land between our house and the main street, a shadowy figure raises his arm and waves. The breath catches in my throat. Tim! Who else could it be? I rush to my bedroom door and flick the light switch a few times to let him know I’m on my way. I’m so excited that I almost forget it’s impossible for us to be together.

When I round the corner of my house and see him standing against a backdrop of bare branches and a star-swept sky, I stop in my tracks, not trusting myself to take another step toward him. Tim closes the remaining distance between us and reaches for my face. When I feel the warmth of his palm against my cheek, I’m helpless. My face tilts upwards to meet his, and when he kisses me, I give in completely. Forget about morals and integrity. I just want him. I’ll lie and cheat and do anything else that’s necessary, because going without him is hell and his touch feels like heaven.

“Are you happy?” he asks when leaning away. He doesn’t let go. One of his hands is cradling the back of my neck.

“About what?” I ask, straining to reach his lips again.

Tim laughs. “What do you think? I broke up with her.”

I stare at him a moment. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course!” His eyes narrow. “Wait, you didn’t realize? And youstillkissed me?”

“I’m only human,” I say with a shrug. Then I smile. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Tim says, his eyes sparkling. “I’m serious.”

I’d kiss him again if I could get myself to stop smiling. I have questions. But they can wait. All except for one. “Do you wanna go up to my room?”

“Hell yeah!” Tim says, taking my hand.

We sprint together to my front door. I can’t stop laughing. I guess because I’m so happy. Although I do hush him before we go inside. “My parents are asleep,” I warn.

“Let’s see if we can wake them up,” Tim replies.

Fine by me! I need to reconnect with him. We can talk later. We creep up the stairs. As soon as we’re safely in my room, Tim starts kissing me so aggressively that he backs me up against the wall. And I fucking love it. My hands move down his body until I reach his jeans. While getting them unbuttoned, I dodge his lips just long enough to ask, “What do you want to do?”

“I get to choose?” Tim asks after kissing me again.

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “Anything you want.”

He takes a step back to look me over. Then he glances at the bed. I don’t know what plan he’s concocting, but I’m game. “Let’s get naked,” Tim says while shrugging off his jacket.

“Okay.”

We strip down in front of each other, and I swear I could blow a load just seeing that incredible body again. Once we’re both nude, Tim takes my hand and leads me to the bed. His knee hits the mattress as he turns to pull me in after him.

“Come here,” Tim says, stretching out on his back.

I figure he wants me to go down on him, but his hands grab my hips to move me higher until our waists are aligned. I’m holding myself up on my elbows so I can search his face, still not understanding what he needs.

“I wanna be close to you,” Tim says, his arms tightening.

I stare into silver eyes that are wet with emotion before I finally relax and let my torso press against his. I rest my head on his shoulder, my face turned toward his neck, as I take in the scent of his skin. Our breathing shifts into a complementary rhythm, his chest rising as mine falls. Tim’s strong arms remain wrapped around me, constricting on occasion, like he’s telling me what I want to hear.

I love you, Benjamin.

We don’t need words. Not when we have this.

I don’t know how long we lie there for. Only that he seems content to hold me. I like it too, although it’s not enough. My need for him is insatiable, so I shift and snake my hand between us until I’m able to grab his cock. Tim moans in appreciation and pumps his hips. Then his arms tighten again before he rolls over, taking me with him.

He pushes himself up on one arm, angling himself so he can reach down and touch me too. His fist keeps bumping against mine as we stroke each other, so while he’s kissing me, I thwap his cock against mine until he takes the hint and wraps his big hand around both of them.

“Damn,” he says. “We make one hell of a team.”

“Yeah,” I whimper as he resumes pumping.

We’re kissing when I feel him start to tremble. And not because he’s feeling emotional or on the verge. Tim is basically doing a one-armed push-up while the other arm goes to work. “Just a second,” he says. “I need to switch.”