Page 93 of When Ben Loved Tim

Tim’s face is drawn with concern. “I know first times can hurt for girls.” he says helpfully.

“I’m not a goddamn girl!” I snarl like I’m in labor. Although the pain is starting to subside.

“We can try some other time,” he suggests.

“No,” I say, not wanting this moment to end in failure. “I think it’s getting better.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

When I nod, he moves his hips experimentally, causing more pain, but I try to master it for him, because I want this. Even though it doesn’t feel good. “Just go slow,” I plead.

He nods before kissing me again, which helps distract from the discomfort. Enough that he manages a steady rhythm.

“Damn, Benjamin,” Tim says, pushing himself up on rippling arms. “That feels so good.”

I glance up at his handsome face, his eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure. His body glows with the golden light of the Christmas tree as I watch him move with a shallow rocking motion, like a slow seductive dance. I’m so taken by his beauty that I relax, wanting to give all of myself to him. That’s when I notice the pain is gone. I reach down and touch myself, the pleasure I usually feel multiplied tenfold, causing me to moan.

Tim notices, his silver eyes locking on to mine. “You all right?” he asks.

I nod eagerly. “Yeah!”

“Can I put it the rest of the way in?”

“You haven’t already?” I ask in disbelief.

He smiles and gently thrusts. He was definitely holding back! But to my surprise, it feels even better. Especially when his hips press against my butt and I feel something I never have before. I bite my lower lip to avoid crying out in bliss. Which is a battle I lose, because he starts moving faster, and I’m so into it that I have to hold back. I’m on the verge the entire time, even when I stop touching myself. I cling to him instead, grabbing his butt so he’ll go deeper before wrapping my arms around his torso to pull him close. Tim’s body writhes against mine, his short breaths matching my gasps.

He pushes himself up, a question in his gaze. I nod and take hold of myself again. With my free hand, I touch his chest, stroke his neck, and pull him in for a kiss that becomes us huffing against each other’s mouths. My entire body is overloaded with ecstasy as we come, the pleasure so intense that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. When my vision clears, Tim’s chest continues to heave as he stares down at me with wide eyes, as if he was just as overwhelmed.

“Wow,” he manages at last.

“Yeah,” I reply with a laugh. “That was…” I shake my head. There are no words.

A smile tugs at his cheek. He looks proud. Or maybe he’s just happy. I don’t know. But I sure do adore him. When he starts to pull out, I wrap my legs around his waist to draw him back in.

“Not yet,” I say demurely.

Tim studies me a moment. “You like that I’m inside you, huh?”

“I love it,” the warble in my voice telling him all he needs to know.

Tim settles down on me, resting on his elbows so his hand can brush the hair off my forehead. Then he studies my face. Raw emotion fills his gaze before he kisses me.

“Merry Christmas, Benjamin,” he murmurs while nuzzling my ear.

“Merry Christmas,” I say, clinging tighter to him.

We hold each other in the glow of the tree, two alchemists who have discovered something better than turning lead into gold. We’ve figured out how two boys can become one, so they never have to feel lonely again.

Chapter Eighteen

I’m sitting naked on Tim’s bed while staring at the painting on his wall. In the morning light, a rainbow collides against a drab gray barrier, still trying to break through. If it had some sort of magical Dorian Gray properties, I’d like to think that cracks would have appeared in the painting as we slowly wear down that wall together.

Tim walks into the bedroom while toweling his hair dry. He’s not wearing anything except for a grin that gets bigger when he makes his cock bounce. “Wanna do it again?” he asks.

“We just did!” I say in disbelief.

“So?” he says, nodding at my crotch. “You seem up for it.”