Page 83 of When Ben Loved Tim

“I’ve got this,” I tell him, reaching down with my free hand so it can join the other. Out of necessity, because he sure is thick!

Tim holds himself above me and starts thrusting his hips, our cocks rubbing together. His foreskin gives him a natural glide that I don’t have, but when he starts leaking precome, the natural lubrication pushes me toward the edge.

“I think I can finish like this,” Tim grunts.

“Don’t hold back,” I murmur. “I’m right there with you.”

“Yeah?” Tim asks, his eyes locked on mine.

“Oh yeah!” I strain my neck to kiss him again, the air shooting out of his nostrils in quicker succession until his entire body tenses. I blow my load at the exact same time, and it’s a great big mess, especially when he collapses on top of me. But hey, this is the glue that keeps us together!

The thought makes me laugh, or maybe it’s the rush of endorphins, because he joins me, our bodies shaking with mirth and the aftershocks of pleasure. When he finally tumbles off me, I’m content to lie there on my back as I catch my breath. So is he. Although his hand seeks out mine so our fingers can intertwine.

“Welcome back,” I say.

I watch him swallow before he says, “I never went anywhere. Not really.”

He rolls over onto his side and reaches for me. I mimic this motion so he can cradle me from behind. Then I alternate between wanting to laugh and cry, because this is all I ever wanted. And now that he’s broken up with Krista, I’ve got all I’ll ever need.

* * * * *

When I wake up in the morning, I’m buzzing from reuniting with Tim. Until I realize he’s still in my bed with an arm wrapped around me. I jerk in shock and roll over to face him. Tim stirs, opens his eyes, and smiles at me.

“Hey,” he says casually.

“We’re going to get in trouble!” I hiss before scrambling out of bed. “It’s a school day!”

Tim shrugs. “I doubt my parents will notice that I’m gone.” He sits up, smirking as I sort through the pile of clothes we left by the door.

“Mine will definitely notice you’re here,” I say. “We’ve gotta sneak you out.”

Tim rolls off the bed and stretches—buck naked—while facing me. When I toss his underwear to him, he hangs them on his boner. “I’m ready to go,” he says.

“I can tell!”

As stunning as the view is, it isn’t helping. I turn my back to him while throwing on yesterday’s clothes. After waking, I usually head straight to the bathroom and use the toilet while letting the shower warm up. I’ve gotta go now and he probably does too. I can’t expect him to hold it all the way home. I check the clock. I woke up a little earlier than usual, so there’s still time.

“Let me go first,” I say after he’s dressed. I open my bedroom door and tiptoe to the stairs. The ground floor is quiet, so I dart to the bathroom, make use of it, and then wave him over. Tim pushes me inside with him instead of letting me go back to my room.

“Wanna hold it for me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I admit while shutting the door behind us. “Just not now.”

He laughs and whips it out, angling himself in front of the toilet so I can watch, as if I’d be interested. And I do stare, but only until I notice him getting hard again, so I turn my back.

“How’d it go with Krista last night?” I ask, figuring the subject will be a mood-killer for us both. And Iamcurious.

“It was rough,” I hear Tim say. “She cried.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But I think it went okay.”

After I hear the toilet flush, I switch on the bathroom fan, so we’re less likely to be overheard, and turn to face him. “What reason did you give her?”

“For breaking up? I told her that I was still in love with Carla.”

“Your ex-girlfriend? The one who…”