Page 26 of Candy Hearts
“Okay.” William went. It was midnight dark in the bathroom. He dug around in the drawers under the sink until he found the box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
When William thought of romantic sex, it unrealistically didn’t include prep time. The candles were just magically there. The roses didn’t have to be torn up for their petals. There weren’t all these roadblocks. But that wasn’t real, was it? And real sex, with its laughter and stopgaps and delays, was better than a sanitized, idealized version of it.
He wanted to have earthy, funny, messy sex with Benji, and it had been ages since he’d allowed himself to feel that way.
“Okay. Ready,” Benji called.
William stepped out of the bathroom and gasped.
Benji had set candles around the room, some on the bedside tables, some sitting in front of the wood-burning stove, some on the ground next to the sliding glass door. It was beautiful.
But not nearly as beautiful as the man sitting on the end of the bed. Benji’s legs were covered in black filmy stockings, and he was wearing a long silky navy T-shirt with a loose open neck. A nightie, William’s brain provided out of nowhere. The getup wasn’t that revealing, but William about swallowed his tongue regardless. He couldn’t wait to feel the cool silk under his fingertips. To lift the shirt slowly up Benji’s body, unveiling him bit by bit.
In the dancing candlelight, the silk looked like moving water and Benji’s legs looked a mile long and the sex toys scattered next to him looked like …
Holy shit, sex toys. So many sex toys.
William didn’t have a ton of sex-toy experience. He and Wren had used vibrators when they were together because Wren couldn’t get off without vibration. And back in college, when William first realized he might enjoy getting fucked, he’d gone to a porn shop and purchased a dildo. He’d worn the thing out.
But this—holy shit, sex toys. This was another level. One of the dildos was big, green, iridescent … and scaly? And there was a masturbation sleeve and a … well, he had no idea what that thing with the balls was. His ears burned, and the back of his neck prickled with embarrassment. Or maybe excitement. A weird mix of both?
William had no idea what to say, so he did what came naturally in that moment. He fell to his knees in front of Benji and nudged his legs apart with his face. The velvetiness of the stockings against William’s cheeks sent a full-body tremble through him.
Benji sucked in a breath and leaned back on his hands, his legs splayed. William ran his nose up Benji’s calf to the inside of his thigh. The watermelon scent was both stronger and different here. Slightly musky but still so fucking sweet.
“Tell me about these stocking things,” William said.
“What about them?”
“Why do you like them? Why’d you put them on tonight? Whatever you want to tell me while I suck on your nuts.”
“Oh God. Okay.”
William nosed farther up to the dark shadow between Benji’s legs. Benji wasn’t wearing underwear. William shifted the silky T-shirt out of his way, the fabric slick to the touch. His palms skimmed over smooth garter straps that were clipped to the stockings. They disappeared under the shirt like a secret treasure. He couldn’t wait to discover what they were attached to. Later. He’d reveal it later. He’d unwrap Benji like a fucking gift.
He rolled Benji’s balls in his palm, and Benji sucked in a stuttering breath.
“Talk,” William said. Benji’s head dropped back on a moan.
* * *
Benji gulped as William lifted his balls and lapped at the seam behind them. He had no idea how he was expected to talk with William’s mouth anywhere near his junk, but he was willing to try.
“The stockings,” William said. “I want to hear about them.”
“O-oh-kay,” Benji said as William laved over the head of his cock. “I love the way the stockings complement the, umm, well, it’s a surprise. For you.”
William sat up and grinned. “Why did you bring this stuff? I mean,thiswasn’t planned. Between us. So why did you bring it?”
“The pretty underthings are more about self-expression than sex for me. I like the way they make me feel.”
William evidently loved that answer because he swallowed Benji down on a throaty groan. After a few seconds, he slurped back up to the tip.
“And the toys?” William asked.
“I planned to spend all my time jerking off in a stranger’s house, which, oh fuck. Which is kind of rude, I guess, but I like being rude.”
William continued to blow him. Benji let his hands stray to William’s thick, wavy hair. He rubbed a thumb through the streak of silver on the high arch of his forehead. Benji was obsessed with that streak.
