After ten years of agonizing separation, Ryan and Ben have come together as young adults. Will they finally be able to consummate their deep passion for one another? See what's happening in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The house was completely silent, not surprising considering
the lateness of the hour. No lights were
on, and no sign of Cameron. Ryan hadn’t noticed his truck in the drive. But
then again he hadn’t exactly been looking for it either.
What moonlight fell through the windows was sufficient for
them to make their way up the staircase leading to the second floor. Ryan noticed a dim glow coming from beneath
the door of Aiden and Abby’s room. Maybe Aiden wasn’t ready for sleep. Or maybe
he was keeping a watchful eye on his sister. He wondered just what Cameron had
done to her, and how they felt about sleeping so close to his room? And why did
the band still associate with him? Was it strictly for financial reasons?
Thoughts of Abby and Cameron dissipated as soon as he
followed Ben into their shared room as Ben closed and locked the door behind
them.
“Only to be opened in case of fire,” Ben said lightly. “And
maybe earthquake.” His laugh sounded nervous.
Without hesitation, Ryan pulled him close, circling his waist.
“We might not notice an earthquake,” he said softly.
Ben claimed his lips, meshing them together feverishly.
Moving his hand between them, he began to undo the buttons of Ryan’s vest, then
reached for his belt. But there was only so much he could do with one hand and
with their bodies pressed together like that.
“Hang on a sec,” Ryan said. He took a step back and shrugged
off his jacket, laying it carefully on Ben’s bed, followed by his vest. As he
began to work on the buttons of his shirt, Ben unbuckled his belt and drew it
through the loops, then pulled his zipper down. Ryan’s briefs were damp with
precum, his cock hardening at Ben’s touch. He’d never been one to go commando,
but just this once he wished he had.
“Oh wait, shoes,” Ryan said. “Duh.” He took a seat on the
edge of his bed, unlaced his shoes and toed them off, leaving the socks on. He
looked up to find Ben had removed the priest’s robes. Unlike Ryan, he had gone
completely commando beneath his costume. Ryan stared at him, openmouthed.
“Is something wrong?” Ben took a small step back but Ryan
grasped his wrist before he could move away.
“Nothing,” Ryan assured him. “You… it’s just that… I mean, you’re
so beautiful.” He could look at Ben all
day and not get tired of the view.
“I…I think you exaggerate,” Ben protested mildly. “Do you
intend to sleep in your pants?”
Oh yeah, he was undressing, wasn’t he? At least, he was
supposed to be. “Yeah. I mean no, I
don’t.” Ryan was momentarily tongue-tied. “And I’m not exaggerating. I’ve never
seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
Ben ducked down so Ryan could no longer see his face,
focusing on his shoes. Ryan finished undressed, laid everything on Ben’s bed.
Ben’s pale flesh was illuminated in the moonlight. Ryan couldn’t help but take
advantage of Ben’s position. He slid one hand over Ben’s magnificent ass and
cupped one taut cheek. Ben’s skin was
surprisingly soft and smooth. Acting on impulse, Ryan slid to his knees and
gently kissed the cheek in his hand, inhaling the scent that was Ben.
“Do you want me to stop, Ben?” Ryan pressed his own cheek
against Ben’s buttock and rubbed against it in a feline manner.
“No, don’t stop,” Ben said, almost tersely.
Scooting over on his knees, Ryan maneuvered himself into a
more advantageous position behind Ben. He spread his fingers across Ben’s ass and
gently kneaded the soft flesh. Emboldened by Ben’s moans, he spread his cheeks
with his fingers, revealing Ben’s pink pucker. Ryan licked a line from Ben’s
perineum to his hole. He felt Ben tremble at his touch.
They’d never done anything like this before. As teenagers,
they’d kissed, and “accidentally” rubbed against each other. Not that the
desire hadn’t been there, but the circumstances were wrong. Ben was too young,
and Ryan too unwilling to harm him, even without meaning to. But now… now they
were both grown men, and Ryan’s heart was keeping time with his body, and he
was acting on sheer instinct.
He wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but whatever it
was, it was right. Belatedly, he realized what an awkward position he’d put Ben
into without meaning to. Scattering kisses across both cheeks, he held onto
Ben’s hips and rose to his feet, helping Ben to straighten as he did so.
Ben kicked his shoes aside, as he pressed himself back
against Ryan, shamelessly grinding his ass against Ryan’s hard cock. “Take me
to bed,” he moaned. “Please, Ryan.”
Not waiting for a reply, Ben threw himself
onto Ryan’s bed and rolled onto his back, arms open and beckoning, legs spread.
“I’m all yours,” he said.
to be continued
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