Page 28 of Candy Hearts
“Do you have a weapon? Pepper spray maybe?” Benji asked next.
William blinked a few times. “I’ll be fine. Behave while I’m gone.”
Benji groaned and flopped back on the bed, sex toys and rose petals spilling around him.
Was it poor form to fuck yourself with a dildo when your fake valentine stepped out to deal with ghosts? Or burglars?
Maybe snakes?
William had told him to behave, but he hadn’t saidhowto behave.
Badly. That was Benji’s vote. He’d behave badly. Then when William got back, he’d make Benji pay for it. He’d withhold Benji’s orgasm. Or force him to have one. Or continue to give him the slowest, best blowjob in the universe.
Benji had just started to jerk off when William reappeared. He stood there in the doorway, his jaw slack and his eyes blazing.
“Hi,” Benji said.
“Hi. Raccoons.”
“Huh?” He pulled his hand off his dick. “Everything okay?”
William prowled toward him, stopping at the edge of the bed. Prowling was such a predatory word. It made Benji think of being hunted. Being bitten.
Being devoured.
It perfectly described William. The way he moved. The harsh lines of his face. The blade of his strong nose. The hungry glint in his eyes.
Prey. Benji wanted to be his prey, all trussed up in something pretty.
“Raccoons knocked over my trashcan. Then the recycling.”
“Naughty buggers.”
“God, I’d love to take a picture of you. Exactly. Like. That.”
Benji must have looked candle-kissed and hot and bothered. “You can.”
“What? For real?”
Benji keyed open his phone, checked the battery—ten percent—and handed it over. An odd suffusion of power tripped through his veins. He didn’t normally like to be in control, but he felt in control now. He held William in his thrall. He loved it.
William’s body was shaking as he kneeled on the edge of the bed. His eyes were bright behind his glasses, candlelight reflecting in them, but his hands were steady on the phone. Benji crossed his knee over his body to cover his dick, but also to show off his ass and the garters on his legs. William tapped on the phone.
“It’s dark, but not too dark. Artsy,” William said gruffly, examining the screen.
Benji’s breath quickened, and the blood in his temples and fingertips began to throb. These photos would be amazing on his secret Instagram, if he ever had the guts to start his secret Instagram account. Or, he could keep these pictures private. Pore over them long after this weekend was done and William had moved on.
William tugged the silky T-shirt higher up Benji’s body, finally (fucking finally) revealing the high-waist lacy garter belt. The bottom of the belt hit Benji directly below the belly button, and the black lace popped against his skin. He’d bought this piece when he was twenty-one. It was his first, and he’d rarely worn it. It was special to him, and he didn’t want to look too closely at why he’d decided to share it with William.
“Oh. Honey, you’re …” William shook his head. “I can’t think of words. Amazing. Gorgeous. Perfect. Fucking perfect. None of them are big enough.”
“Syllables are hard,” Benji said, trying to pull humor over himself like a shield.
“You’re indescribably beautiful, Benji. I am so happy that you accidentally showed up early for the party. No matter what happens after this weekend, thank you. Thank you for being here. For letting me be here with you.”
Benji’s heartthunked over like a barrel of recycling. Shit. Why had he decided this was a good idea again? This wasn’t practicing dating with a harmless older man. It was sex. And sex in a way that opened up Benji’s vulnerabilities and insecurities and old hurts. He’d never had sex like this before.
He scrubbed a forearm over his face.
