Page 49 of Splintered
“The exorcism.”
Ben nodded.
“Wow. I, uh. I didn’t expect this. At all. But I’m glad they’re going to be here.” He laced his hand through Ben’s, squeezing tight. “I need the people I love right now. I need them. I needyou, so much.”
“I’m here.” He cupped Evan’s face again, cradled his jaw. “We’re going to figure this out. I promise.”
Finally, he kissed Evan, letting their lips mingle and caress. Evan shivered against him, melted into his arms. He fell into Ben, kissing him like he needed Ben’s love to survive, like the secret to life was inside of his soul.
Kissing turned to necking, and then to Evan pulling Ben upstairs, carefully, slowly. Inside the bedroom, Ben had remade the bed, flipping the mattress to hide the bloodstain and buying new sheets, gray this time, and a new comforter. Evan smiled as he laid back on the bed and opened his arms. “Love me,” he whispered. “Please.”
They stripped each other between kisses, between lingering liplocks and tastes of each other’s bodies. Evan curled around Ben as Ben swallowed his cock, as he sucked him slow and deep. He shivered when Ben ran his hands up and down Evan’s body, tracing patterns into his skin, following his feather-light touches with kisses.
He hadn’t planned on seducing Evan the night before the exorcism. But he crawled on top of Evan’s lap as Evan lay back. Straddled his chest and grabbed the lube and fingered himself. Evan helped, their fingers rubbing together inside of his hole as Evan sucked his cock.
And then he slid down Evan’s hard length, taking Evan all the way, as deep as Evan could go. He tipped his head back, sighing, feeling everything, feeling perfection, feeling exactly the way life used to be. Evan’s hands gripped his thighs, his hips, guided his movements. He rocked on top of Evan, the love of his life, and smiled down at him.
Flashes invaded his mind, snapshots of the past weeks: Evan in darkness. Evan muttering in that strange language. Evan beside the bed, threatening to cut Ben open and see what he was like from the inside. Evan in the bathroom fucking himself with a dildo covered in blood. Evan on top of Ben, trying to kill him.
He closed his eyes and stopped, grabbed Evan’s shoulders. Tried to breathe through the panic, the clutch of fear that froze him.
“Ben?”
“Just give me a minute.”
Evan waited, stroking his chest, his legs. His cock throbbed inside of Ben, grounding Ben to the moment.Evan is here. Evan is okay.
For right now.
For right now, he had the love of his life back.
He kissed Evan slowly, building back their rhythm, rocking on Evan’s cock. Evan wrapped his arms around Ben and rolled them over, rising above Ben as Ben lay on his back. He thrust his hips, his cock, into Ben, a steady rhythm that had Ben tossing his head back and groaning, had him fisting his own cock as Evan called him beautiful and perfect.
He felt his orgasm like a rising tide, a wave crashing for the shore. “I’m so close,” he grunted. “Evan, I’m so close. Come with me.” He stroked harder, faster. Pushed his hips against Evan’s. Felt Evan’s cock so deeply inside of him, in that perfect place.
Evan sped up, grabbing his thighs and holding them wide. “Come for me. I want to see you come, Ben. Come for me.”
Ben grabbed Evan and pulled him down, kissing him hard as he stroked himself over the edge. Flying, falling, screaming, his orgasm blazed through him as he shouted into their kiss, and his come exploded between them, soaking their bellies, their chests. He kept stroking, kept kissing Evan, aftershocks quaking his body as Evan’s orgasm made him gasp and scream Ben’s name, made him thrust into Ben and hold, push all of his come deep inside of Ben. Ben wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist, locking them together. They kept kissing, never stopped.
“I needed that,” Evan finally said, once they’d tipped to their sides and lay tangled in a pile of arms and legs. “I needed to know I was still your lover. That you still wanted me.”
“I always want you. And I always love you.”
Evan smiled. He winked, too. “You know, they said that this medication meant I would be impotent and I wouldn’t be able to perform. But you’re too inspirational. Nothing can stop me from loving you.”
Ben laughed and Evan kissed him again, pushing him back and kissing down his neck, his chest, all the way to his cock, where Evan cleaned him with his mouth and then sucked him to another body shaking orgasm until Ben pulled him off and said, “No more, I can’t.”
They curled together, stroking each other’s arms and faces and staring into each other’s eyes. Evan faded first, his eyes drooping, sleep overtaking him.
Ben pushed the hair back from his face and kissed his forehead. “I’ll watch over you,” he whispered. He watched Evan fall deeper into sleep.
He thought Evan was snoring at first. He thought it was some kind of deep breathing.
But it wasn’t. It was the whispers again. Those same whispers that came at night, the language, the other voice Father Mathew said was speaking Aramaic.
Ben grabbed his phone from the bedside table and recorded Evan, thirty seconds of the whispers, until it sounded like the same syllables were repeating. He sent the file in a text message to Father Mathew.
What does this say? Evan just started whispering.
