Ben felt a searing heat pass through him then slowly wrap itself around him as he entered Michael inch by agonizingly sumptuous inch. His whole body was on fire with desire and need. He wanted to rush headlong, delve into Michael, and extinguish the inferno his lover had set ablaze in his body. But he also wanted to savor every decadent second of this nearly unbearable heat. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt in his life and he wanted more of it. He wanted to make it last as long as he could. He wanted to make it last forever. As often as he made love to Michael, it was always a new and surprising experience, taking him to levels of ecstasy never before comprehended, let alone appreciated. Nothing about it was mundane or ordinary. Nothing about it was lacking or predictable. Michael's body was a treasure trove of delights to madden and satiate the senses for a while. But then Michael would do something or say something and Ben would be right back here in this place, pleading with his body for some semblance of control, using every Tantric breathing exercise his muddled brain could remember in order to sustain his hard-on long enough to pleasure Michael. All the while, his body would be building up to an explosion that would take him hours to recover from.
Before him was Michael clutching a pillow, his face buried in it to muffle the rising torrent of moans vibrating through his slender yet muscular frame. Ben removed his hands from Michael's tiny waist and slid them up his back, spreading his fingers like eagles wings as he did so to cover more territory. Michael's skin was soft and silky beneath his hands and, underneath, Ben could feel the intricate workings of Michael's back muscles. The power emanating from them was in stark contrast to the delicious, alabaster smoothness and raw silk softness of the skin covering them. Michael was full of such intoxicating contradictions.
Finally, Ben's hands rested on the rounding slopes of Michael's shoulders as he gently pulled his lover back into him. He wanted to feel the sweat-slicked smoothness of Michael's back against his chest as Michael raised and lowered himself onto him. Ben moaned loudly as he felt himself being driven even further into the fiery abyss of Michael's body. He held Michael around the shoulders with one hand and allowed the other to travel around to Michael's chest lingering first on one nipple and then the other, then down to his taut abdomen, until it reached the curling mass of trimmed pubic hair, and then finally Michael's throbbing cock. As soon as his hand circled around it, Michael let out this sound - not a moan, not a groan, not a hiss or a growl, but something ethereal encompassing all of them and yet none of them. It drove Ben even closer to the brink of losing his steadily deteriorating control.
Michael reached up and placed his trembling hand on the arm holding him and, with his other hand, he reached up and traced his fingers through the damp hair at the back of Ben's head. Ben lowered his head and buried his face in the sweaty softness of Michael's neck. There, he lavished tender kisses, nibbling bites, and tiny licks, before he'd lift his mouth momentarily to blow on the sensitive spot, causing his lover the become a quivering mass of flesh in his arms.
Ben felt Michael kissing his arm before his reached up and pulled Ben's face to his, where finally their mouths met. Michael offered his mouth to Ben like a feast to a starving man. Michael's lips felt hot and juicy. Ben pulled back for a second to look down at them and nearly lost his balance at the plump pinkness of them. The he lowered his head again and began to feast anew on the mouth being offered so lovingly to him.
Suddenly, without warning, Ben pulled out of Michael, causing a very low "fuck" to emanate from his lover. But there was a method to Ben's madness. He wanted to look into Michael's eyes when he came. He wanted to see the transformation that took place.
Michael lay there, his eyes pleading but not saying a word, waiting for Ben to reenter him and finish what he'd started. Ben traced his fingers lightly over the insides of Michael's thighs feeling them quiver beneath his touch. Watching as Michael's cock twitched and starting oozing pre-cum all over the head, making it glisten. Ben licked his lips, wrapped his hand around Michael's cock, and started stroking it slowly, up and down, lingering on the head and squeezing ever so slightly. He did this a few times, watching as Michael arched his back, closed his eyes, and bit his trembling lower lip. Then, as he reached the head, as he squeezed one more time Ben, reentered Michael's waiting hole.
This time the sensation was different. Added to the heat of Michael lust, desire, and love for him, was the feeling of Michael's entire body having collapsed around his aching cock. Ben knew it wouldn't be long before he completely lost it. He could feel it welling up in him now. He could feel the short hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He released Michael's pulsing shaft and lowered himself so that he could once again kiss that plump, pink mouth. He bit Michael's lower lip and then slowly traced it with his tongue. Michael opened his mouth, invited Ben's tongue in, and sucked on it slowly and tenderly. Ben was on the verge of coming. He could feel the sheath around his cock tightening and he knew Michael was close. He opened his eyes to see Michael looking at him, his eyes having turned from a deep chocolate brown, to an almost impenetrable black. And yet they reflected everything back to Ben.
In that moment, Michael was so heartbreakingly beautiful it brought tears to Ben's eyes. And then it happened: they exploded so hard and so strong that it nearly knocked them both off the bed. Ben collapsed onto Michael, breathing heavily, and yet still able to smother his lover's face with tender and soft kisses. The spell was broken when Michael shifted his body as he looked over Ben's shoulder.
Michael pushed Ben off him, but before Ben could protest, he realized why. Standing in the doorway, leaning up against the doorjamb, was Brian Kinney.
"How the fuck did you get in here, Brian?" Michael asked while reaching for his pants.
Ben grabbed a pillow and placed it over his still throbbing, condom- covered cock.
"My widdle key," Brian said, not taking his eyes of Michael's flushed body.
"That's for emergencies only!" Michael said after finally having pulled up his pants over his sweaty skin.
"This was an emergency," Brian said, giving Ben a quick smile before being pushed out of the bedroom door.
Ben saw the smile, but also saw there was a dark, foreboding tinge in the corner of Brian's eyes.
"How long were you standing there?" Michael asked as he began to blush.
"Long enough." Brian said, his eyes becoming completely unreadable.
"That's not an answer. How long were you standing there?"
"From the moment he entered you." Brian said, his voice a little hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"Why didn't you say something?" Michael asked, his face turning sixteen different shades of red.
"You were busy."
"Why didn't you leave?"
"I don't know."
"Fuck, Brian. You might like being watched, but I don't."
"Don't you, Michael?"
"What're you talking about?"
"Didn't you feel me standing there, watching him fuck you? Watching you give yourself to him?" Brian said, stepping in closer to Michael. He felt a little uncomfortable being this close to Michael, but he liked the uneasy feeling.
"Like you said, I was busy. I wasn't even thinking about you," Michael said, closing the gap still further, making Brian step back.
"He thinks you're beautiful, you know?" Brian whispered staking a step forward after regaining some composure.
"How do you know?"
"Because I do," Brian said. He stepped back, turned, and headed for the door.
"What'd you come over for?" Michael asked, as Brian opened the door.
"For this, apparently."
"Did you get what you came for?" Michael called behind Brian as he started down the hall.
"More," Brian half whispered.
As Brian walked down the stairs leading away from Michael, he realized something he hadn't wanted to admit to before - something he'd known in the back of his mind, but something he'd dismissed because it was an impossibility. But as he watched Michael give himself to Ben without fear or hesitation - as he watched the slow dance their bodies did on the bed - as he listened to the moans escape Michael's body, so full of joy and longing - the dread of what he knew covered him like a cold, wet blanket. Michael wasn't his anymore and hadn't been for a long time. Michael was Ben's and he hated Ben for it. And yet he couldn't help but feel a weary sort of satisfaction in knowing that Michael had what he wanted, what he needed - what he'd waited and fought for - what Michael had known all along that Brian couldn't give him. Not because he couldn't, but because he thought Michael deserved better. And now he had it. And even though this was a good thing, he still felt a sick sort of jealousy of Ben.
As Michael turned to go back into the bedroom, he felt different than he had before. He felt somehow free - not of Brian, because that would never happen, but of the long held hope of what they could be. That was a dream whose time had come and gone. And just now, talking to Brian, Michael realized it wasn't a missed thing. It was just an accepted thing - not only by him, but by Brian as well.
They were only ever meant to be what they were now - friends, yet so much more, and lovers, yet somehow less. What they were to one another defied definition while it begged to be defined. And that was all right, because in the room waiting for him was the man he knew now he'd been born to love - the man to whom he'd give everything. The man who would give everything. And that was as it should be.
He walked into the bedroom and saw Ben smiling at him, his body having had time to recover. He held out his arms to his lover. Michael walked over, pulling opening and stepping out of his pants before falling into those waiting arms. Time for round two. Ding...Ding...Ding...