Page 25 of Beyond the Summer

"Do you pay rent?"

"No, my parents saw to it that I own the house outright.I just pay for my utilities and property tax, that sort of thing."

"You're way too young to know about property tax," I muttered, following him in.

He guided me to a generously sized modern kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances and gleaming countertops.Everything was a little dated, as if maybe it had been fixed up when Ben was younger, before his parents built their dream home, but it was beautiful all the same, and I had a sudden vision of us cooking together in this gorgeous space, laughing and stealing kisses between stirs of sauce.

Nope, that was way too much of a boyfriend-like thought.I changed gears and pictured myself in just a skimpy jockstrap, my cock hard as he bent me over the breakfast island and used my hole for his pleasure.My cock twitched to life, and I eyed him, waiting for him to initiate something.

Instead, he led me through the hallway to a simply decorated room with a queen-sized bed in it."Here's the guest bedroom."

"Guest bedroom?"I frowned, trying to hide my disappointment."You want me to stay in your guest bedroom?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes."Did you want to go back to our cabin at camp?"

I could feel my face heating, my mind suddenly filled with images of Ben's muscular arms wrapped around me as we shared a bed."Well, um… I mean, I just thought—" I trailed off, waiting for him to take the hint.

"You thought…"

"I was picturing myself in your bed, preferably naked," I mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed as I tossed my bag on the guest bed."Why?What did you have planned?"

Ben smirked."I won't give you what you want right away."

"Why the fuck not?"I whined."We'd both have fun, I swear.Once your dick is in me, you'll understand."

"I have a feeling that when I give you what you want, you'll be done with me.And I'm not ready to be done with you yet."

I blinked, not sure if I could argue with him."Oh."

"So I'm going to woo you instead.Get you nice and hooked so that one hot fuck isn't enough."

"Woo me?Sounds more like edging."

He stepped in close, so close that he was almost kissing me, and I leaned in, ready for it, but instead, he tilted his head and whispered in my ear."Call it what you like, but you're already begging for it, brat.Imagine what you'll be like on Sunday."

Normally, I would have had a snarky remark for him, but all I could come up with was a whine."Sunday?"

Ben smiled, stepping back."I'll call for a pizza.Shower and get cleaned up.Wear something cute for me."

"Something cute?"I squeaked as he turned and left the room.What did that mean?Did he want me in a nice outfit or what?Was this a date?Fuck, I was behaving like a lovesick teenager again."You want to edge me, I'm gonna make it difficult," I called after him before grabbing my toiletries bag and wandering into the guest bathroom, which was nice enough, but small.

I didn't want to wait until Sunday for sex.And if I drove to Seattle, I'd have a nice dick buried inside me by bedtime.So why wasn't I tempted to leave?

I turned on the shower and sighed as steamy water came out of the big showerhead.At least the luxury of a deliciously warm shower would be worth all of this.The showers at camp were the worst thing about the job.I took my time cleaning and prepping just in case, thinking about what it would be like if Ben would stop teasing me and get on with the fucking.

Then I stroked my cock as I thought about what it would be like if he teased me all fucking weekend.

I stopped myself before my orgasm, because somehow, it didn't feel right to come without his permission.

Ben

Iblinkedthesleepfrom my eyes, disoriented by the unfamiliar weight pressed against me.Then I wondered why I hadn't closed the curtains.It took a moment for my vision to adjust to the sun coming in through the big window beside the fireplace, and when that happened, realization dawned.I was on my couch, and Sutton, all warm skin and heavy muscles, had turned me into his personal pillow, sprawled across my chest with his head on my shoulder, his leg thrown across my hips, his half-hard cock nudging my thigh.

Nothing had happened other than a little kissing.We were still fully dressed.

His breath was steady and soft against my neck, deep in slumber, and I went to pull him closer, but my arm was already tight around his waist, holding him on top of me.Even in sleep, I knew this was fleeting, knew I wouldn't get to keep him.

I'd asked him to dress cute for me, and he'd dug deep in his suitcase and picked out a pair of tiny white shorts that hugged his curves and a purple muscle tank that showed off his sculpted arms and shoulders.Gone was the straight-acting frat bro facade he wore like armor.I'd gotten a glimpse of what he was like when he dropped all of that and was simply Sutton, a cute, goofy guy who was unabashedly gay and heartbreakingly vulnerable.

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