Page 4 of Last Resort

After Susan left, Ben and Erik sat down to eat. The casserole was as good as it smelled, and after a day of hauling boxes, they dug in realizing they were hungrier than they had thought.

Later, they curled up on the couch with wine to watch a movie. Ben leaned against Erik’s shoulder. “Any other thoughts about today?”

Erik pressed his lips against Ben’s temple. “Just how much I love knowing that you live here with me. I’m the psychometric, remember? So your possessions have your vibes. Your resonance is stronger now that your things are here. I like the shift in the apartment’s energy. Plus, you’re inside the wardings. I can protect you better.”

“Don’t bruise my city cop ego,” Ben teased. “I know how to be armed and dangerous.”

Erik’s hand slipped down to cup Ben’s crotch, and Ben felt his dick twitch in response. “Hmm. You’re definitely packing heat.”

“You know what I meant.”

Erik kissed the top of his head. “I do. And I didn’t mean any disrespect for your manhood, which I’m very fond of.” He continued to stroke Ben’s crotch as his cock filled. “But the magical wardings are stronger on the store and apartment than I was able to create on your old place since it was a rental. Magic is strange like that.”

Before he moved to Cape May, Ben would have doubted the reality of spells, curses, and warding, even with a grandmother who was said to be able to put the Evil Eye on people she didn’t like. Since moving to one of the most haunted towns in North America and dealing with vengeful ghosts and murderous witches, Ben had become a true believer in the supernatural.

Erik’s store Trinkets had operated for well over a century, passing from one long-time owner to the next. While most antique shops occasionally encountered unlucky or haunted objects, Trinkets had a mission to get dangerous supernatural objects out of the wrong hands.

Like the previous proprietors, Erik had agreed to continue the store’s purpose, coordinating with the Alliance, a coalition of mortals and immortals who helped keep the world safe from paranormal threats. Part of that heritage included exceptionally strong protections on the store and the house, extending to the apartment.

Ben had seen those protections in action.

“We could take this into the bedroom, and I’ll let you get into my holster,” Ben teased, sliding his hand under Erik’s shirt and up his chest, lightly tweaking his nipples.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Erik groaned. “Did we suddenly end up in a cheesy porn?”

“I’ll have you know that we would be a high-class example of adult entertainment,” Ben said with mock indignation. “Cheesy porn indeed!”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Erik murmured, angling Ben’s face to press their lips together as his fingers worked the button and zipper of his pants.

“Bed. Now,” Ben panted when they moved apart.

They shed clothing as they stumbled toward the bedroom, kissing and fondling as they went. Despite the apartment having several pieces of antique furniture, the bed was new and king-sized.

Erik backed Ben up to the foot of the bed, and they collapsed together onto the mattress. Ben flipped them with a triumphant grin, landing on top and straddling Erik’s hips, grinding their erections together through damp briefs.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Ben enjoyed the view. He let his hands slide down Erik’s sides, making the other man shiver, and wriggled backward, taking Erik’s briefs with him.

Ben swallowed Erik down to the root, swirling his tongue and sucking. Erik caught his breath sharply, and his hips jerked. Ben pushed his lover’s legs apart for better access and set up a rhythm as one hand stilled Erik’s hips and the other slid underneath to stroke his balls.

“So good…you just know…oh, God,” Erik panted.

Ben worked him sloppy and wet, the way he knew Erik liked it. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, then ran his tongue up the veiny underside and pressed into just the right place beneath the plump head before sliding the tip through Erik’s slit. When he slid two fingers back along Erik’s taint and found his hole, still open from when they fucked earlier that morning, he slipped inside and pressed on that magic spot as he took Erik’s cock into his throat.

Erik’s fingers gripped Ben’s hair as his body arched and his dick pulsed. Ben swallowed it all, working Erik through the aftershocks, and pulled off with apop.

“Liked that?” he asked, voice roughened from deepthroating. He gave a kitten flick of his tongue against the head of Erik’s cock and felt his lover tremble.

“Let me return the favor.” Erik tugged Ben up until his knees were at Erik’s shoulders, and Erik could pull him into his mouth.

Ben gripped the headboard as Erik dug his fingers into Ben’s ass, urging him forward. Between the suction and the way Erik’s tongue worshipped his cock, Ben knew he wouldn’t last long.

He came hard, jizz spilling out of the corners of Erik’s mouth, leaking down his chin and neck as the rhythm of Ben’s hips stuttered, and he gasped with his release.

A playful slap on the ass pulled Ben out of his post-orgasm haze, and he sat back on his haunches. Erik looked utterly debauched, mouth sticky with Ben’s come, hair mussed and wild, lips reddened and puffy from being used.

I did that. He looks like that because of me.

“I love you. That rocked. Now stop sitting on my chest so I can breathe.” Erik rolled, tumbling Ben to the side.

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