“I got it, you don’t have to,” Ben said quietly.
“Nah, it’s fine. Let me treat you,” Finn said, planting a little kiss on his cheek. The cashier smiled a little at an exchange she had witnessed more than once when couples came to the register together.
Ben huffed a sigh and pulled the backpack from his back as Finn tapped his credit card to the reader. After shoving the books into the backpack (which they almost didn’t fit into) they hopped back on the bike.
Finn hadn’t asked if they were heading back to Ben’s now. God, all he wanted to do the moment he saw his adorable boyfriend was rip his clothes off and start making out with him. He shook his head slightly as he pulled back on to the highway.
Maybe he should just make the assumption and go back to Ben’s. But he didn’t want to make all the anxiety that had just melted away over the last couple of hours come flooding back so he focused his attention on the road, the speed, and yeah, being safe.
Cars weren’t always the most kind to motorcycle riders and he tried to give them wide berths when he could. He pulled off at Ben’s exit, with the intention of taking him to one of their favorite coffee places, the opposite direction from Ben’s house.
It was getting hard to focus, with the rumble of the bike between his legs and Ben pressed against his back. Finn had been sporting a half boner all the way to the bookstore and had to readjust himself a few times. They pulled up to a stoplight just before the coffee shop. Ben shifted behind him and his hands rested on Finn’s thighs.
Ben pulled his hands slowly up Finn’s thighs, pressing his fingers to the insides, stopping just short of the bulge that had formed at the front of Finn’s pants again. Finn sucked in a breath as Ben pressed an obvious erection against the back of him.
He turned his head and cocked it to the side, questioning. Ben nodded and jerked his head in the direction of his house. Finn returned the nod quickly and looked for a place to turn around.
Again, Finn tried to focus on getting them back to Ben’s house safely. He couldn’t very well fuck his boyfriend if they got in a wreck. So, he maneuvered carefully, but went a little faster than he probably should have on the slick roads.
Once the bike was pulled safely into the garage, and turned off, Ben pulled off his helmet and riding jacket. His face was flushed, and he was panting a little bit.
“Good ride,” he said. His eyes were bright.
“Yeah,” Finn agreed after pulling off his helmet. He pulled the zipper of his jacket down and slipped off the coat. “It’s a little chilly out here, should we… go inside?” Ben nodded as he slid his jacket off and led the way into the house. The house was cozy and warm when they walked in. Ben shucked off the backpack and put it on the dining table.
“Want some water? Or I could make coffee,” Ben said quickly. Finn regarded him for a moment. He didn’t seem nervous anymore and there was a telltale bulge at the front of his jeans. His sweatshirt was creased from being jammed under his motorcycle jacket. His brown eyes sparkled, and his floppy dark blond hair was plastered to his scalp thanks to the helmet he’d been wearing.
“Yeah, water’s good,” Finn said. He followed Ben into the kitchen and watched him fill two glasses with water. They sucked down their water and watched each other.
Ben stared at Finn as he drank his water. His blue-black hair stuck to his forehead, and he couldn’t help but notice the substantial bulge that pressed against his jeans. Ben thought it looked almost painful. A trickle of warmth unrelated to the heating in the house rushed through his stomach and settled in his groin, causing his already semi hard dick to stiffen more.
He thought he would start to feel nervous once they were back home again, but he was relieved to find his jitters gone. All that remained now was a rising heat and anticipation.
Ben thought briefly about their conversation the night before. He put his glass of water down on the counter with a loud click and crossed the small kitchen quickly. He took the glass of water from Finn’s hand. After setting it on the counter he pressed his body to Finn’s and kissed him.
Finn’s arms wrapped Ben’s torso and held him tight. He pushed his hips forward a little as Ben’s lips opened and his tongue probed forward. Finn opened his mouth and swiped his tongue along Ben’s. Ben pressed his own hips forward, rubbing up and down Finn’s hugely erect cock. Finn groaned at the pressure, his hands grabbing at Ben’s ass pressing him closer.
Ben’s mouth roved down Finn’s jawline, to his ear. He flicked his tongue against his earlobe and breathed into his ear. Finn groaned again, hips bucking forward, hands squeezing his ass. Ben traced his tongue down to the crook of Finn’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat from their ride.
Ben moaned as his cock hardened more at the briny flavor. His fingers slipped under the hem of Finn’s shirt, and he pulled back for a moment, sliding it over his head. The smell of Finn wafted around him, his sweat, his spicy deodorant, his cologne and Ben couldn’t help but moan again as he buried his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. He breathed him in planting kisses along his collarbone.
“Oh my god, Ben,” Finn groaned, his hips pressing forward again. His cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Ben pulled back again breathless.
“My room,” he said breathlessly. “I want to go to my room.” Finn nodded.
“Whatever you want,” Finn said. Ben grabbed his hand and led him to his room. Ben stripped off his shirt and had just unbuttoned his pants.
“Stop,” Finn said. Ben froze and looked at Finn wondering if he was suddenly having second thoughts.
“Can I?” Finn asked. Ben blushed, but grinned and nodded.
Finn got to his knees in front of Ben and lowered his zipper. He curled his fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear and hauled them down. Ben gave a little gasp as his erection sprang free from the constricting jeans. Finn groaned at the sight of Ben’s cock standing rigid at a thick six inches. He brushed a hand roughly down the front of his own jeans.
“Wait a minute,” he said huskily. He stood and pulled at his button and zipper and quickly took off the rest of his clothes. Finn held his hard cock in his hand and pumped up and down the shaft looking at Ben.
Ben felt his dick harden further at the sight of his boyfriend fully nude. He bit his lip as his eyes dropped to Finn’s hand pumping up and down the long hard length of his member. Ben groaned and pulled Finn’s face to his again and kissed him, tongue probing forward wildly, his cock dripping.
Finn ran his tongue down Ben’s neck, planting a kiss in the crook of it, sucking lightly for a moment causing another moan to creep up Ben’s throat. Finn groaned in response and continued down, trailing his tongue between his boyfriend’s pecs, down his abdomen, until he reached his cock.
Finn wanted to take the entirety of Ben into his mouth, let him pound away, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Instead, he gripped the base of Ben’s cock and circled the tip of it with his tongue. Ben sucked in a quick breath, which turned into a whimpering moan as Finn’s lips wrapped around the dripping head. Finn sucked on the tip of Ben’s cock, running his tongue up the slit of it, the salty flavor of his precum driving him mad.
Ben’s fingers stroked through his hair, and he moaned again as Finn brought his mouth down to his fist. He sucked as he brought his mouth back up. Ben’s cock dripped in his mouth, and he groaned at the taste of it, swished it around in his mouth spreading it all over Ben’s hard dick. Ben’s hips bucked forward as Finn worked his mouth up and down.
“Oh fuck, oh my god Finn,” Ben moaned. His hips began to thrust a little faster and he moaned almost constantly now. His hands were at the back of Finn’s head, holding him firmly as his thrusts gathered speed.
“Oh my god, god, fuck Finn, I’m gonna cum,” Ben moaned. He tried to pull his cock from Finn’s mouth, but Finn made a snap decision. He gripped Ben’s ass and wouldn’t let him pull his dick from his mouth.
He wanted Ben to cum in his mouth. He hadn’t been sure before which was why Ben was trying to pull back, but after having his cock in his mouth he was certain of what he wanted. He wanted Ben’s cum splattering down his throat. Ben grunted and groaned as Finn gripped his ass squeezing, encouraging him to go crazy.
“Fuck, yeah, oh god, Finn! AHAH!” Ben’s hands held firmly to the back of Finn’s head. He felt the strong pulse of Ben’s cock in his hand, and on his tongue. Ben thrust forward and his cock exploded into Finn’s mouth.
He was surprised by the amount, how hot it was, how satisfying the splatter in his mouth was. Finn’s cock dripped and he groaned as he swallowed. Ben whimpered and thrust forward again, his cock spurting twice more into Finn’s waiting throat. Finn swallowed, moaning again. Ben panted and grumbled.
“I can feel it when you moan,” he said quietly, and Finn moaned again. Causing Ben to huff out a little laugh.
“Oh my god,” Ben groaned as Finn licked up the length of his dick. He kissed the tip of Ben’s cock causing him to shudder. He stood and kissed Ben. Ben ran his fingers down Finn’s chest and sighed.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said. “I didn’t know if you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” Ben kissed him again.
“It was a snap decision,” Finn said huskily. “You’re fucking delicious.” Ben groaned as they kissed again. They kissed slowly while Ben continued to catch his breath, his fingers brushing along the length of Finn.
“Do you want to try…” Finn trailed off, running his fingers along Ben’s ass crack. Ben gripped Finn’s dripping cock, and his breath caught a little. Finn seemed so huge in his hand, had to be at least eight inches. He felt a wave of nervous energy but pushed past it.
“I do,” Ben said. “You’re so… big though.” The worry in his voice was clear. Finn brushed a light kiss along his neck, causing another moan to creep up Ben’s throat.
“We’ll go slow,” Finn promised. “Only as much as you want.” Finn brushed another kiss on Ben’s jaw. Ben nodded and kissed his lips again.
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