Chapter 7

Bennett was holding my hand, and he didn't seem to care. He didn't seem to be uncomfortable with being out in the open like this. I smiled to myself. This was unexpected in the best way. When JJ had invited me over, telling me he had a special surprise for me, I had no idea what to expect. I'd never bothered going to one of his housemate's parties before, because I thought they'd be too full of straight, annoyingly drunk boys. In my head, I'd pictured their parties to be like American movie frat parties, full of super-straight dickhead jocks. It was a stupid viewpoint, I knew now. I suppose my teenage years hadn't helped, where some of the idiot popular boys seemed to act like my gayness was a contagious disease. Whatever.

Anyway, here I was, walking across campus with a cute football player next to me, casually holding my hand like it was no big deal. Why?

Raising our joined hands, I glanced up at Bennett. "What's all this about?"

His gaze flicked to our hands, and a wry smile curled over the corners of his mouth. "Honestly? No idea. It just…happened. Somehow. Wait, didn't you grab my hand to drag me off to your house?"

"I did. And you're okay with that?"

He shrugged. "Why not? Are you okay with it?"

"I hold hands with my friends sometimes."

One brow lifted. It was distractingly hot. "Yeah, but we're not friends, are we?"His thumb stroked across the back of my hand, sending tingles through my body.

The path split in two, and I tugged him to the left. "Not far now. Don't you want to be my friend?"

"I don't know what I want. You…confuse me, Niccolò."

Stopping dead, I reached up, gripping his throat just underneath his jaw and pulling his head down. I brushed a kiss across his lips, and then another. He sighed, and then dropped my hand in favour of wrapping his arms around me, drawing me closer as he deepened the kiss.

When we drew apart, he stared down at me with dark eyes. "Fuck. I know one thing I do want, and that's to do more of that."

"That can be arranged." I grinned happily at him, doing my best to ignore the erection pressing insistently against mine. I had him back in my arms, and yes, I'd told him I wanted to see him naked when we were in the cupboard—a cupboard! The audacity!—but I didn't want to scare him off if he was feeling skittish. For a change, I'd take my cues from him. Unless he wanted me to take charge, of course.

At least he hadn't freaked out after kissing me, so that was a good sign, and he'd said he'd been wanting to kiss me again since the library, which was three whole months ago. Which reminded me… What was his picture comment all about? I had an idea, but I couldn't quite wrap my head around it. I decided to drop it when it became clear that he didn't want to talk about it, but I wanted to mention it so badly.

Now wasn't the time. I had to remember that.

We reached the row of small redbrick terraces where I lived with Dexter, and I fished my keys from my pocket. As I glanced back over my shoulder at Bennett, I caught him staring at my ass, and I smirked at him. His cheeks flushed.

"Like what you see?" I arched my back, and he groaned low in his throat.

"Fucking hell, you're a handful."

"I can be. Want to touch and see how well I fit into your hands?"

He practically shoved me inside my own house—rude, but I'd forgive him just this once—and then pressed me up against the wall, his hands cupping my ass as he kissed down my throat.

His thigh pressed between my legs, and I ground down, panting as he kissed all over my exposed skin. "My room. In case Dex comes back."

"Huh?" Raising his head, he blinked down at me, all heavy-lidded and lustful. Delicious.

"My housemate. He shouldn't come back, but?—"

He cut me off with a kiss. "Sorry. Your room?" He didn't sound sorry, but if it meant more of his mouth on mine, who cared? Talking was overrated.

"This…way…" I gasped in between more kisses, somehow managing to get us both down the hallway and up the stairs. When we reached my bedroom, probably twenty minutes later, I was breathless, Bennett had unbuttoned my shirt all the way down to my navel as well as ridding himself of his hoodie, and I was certain I had a very obvious love bite just beneath my collarbone.

"You're so fucking tempting." He pressed up against my back, kissing my neck again as I fumbled with the door handle. Why wouldn't it open? My dick was so hard it almost hurt, and it felt like he was in a similar state, grinding his erection into my ass as he moaned sexily against my skin.

Finally, I got the door open, and we stumbled into my room, heading straight for the bed. I still didn't know what he wanted, lost in a haze of lust, but getting horizontal seemed like a good place to start. As we reached the bed, he lifted me, twisting us around. He collapsed back onto the bed, all stretched out beneath me like a tasty snack, and I straddled his thick thighs.

"I like this view very much," I purred, pushing his T-shirt up so I could feast my eyes on his abs. Running my nail down his muscles and then teasingly over the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans, I watched his pupils dilate, his hands tightening around my hips.

"Take your shirt off," he commanded hoarsely. "I want to see you."

"Is that so? Do you want me to see you?"

Rubbing his hand across his face, he groaned. "Yeah, but I have no fucking clue what I'm supposed to be doing here."

"Why don't you lie back and let me entertain you?"

When he removed his hand from his face, staring at me with his lips parted and so much heat in his eyes, I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and then shrugged it off, letting him look his fill. He'd seen me wearing less. In the club, I'd only been wearing booty shorts, but he'd been drunk then, so I wasn't sure how much he remembered.

His palm slid up my chest, warm against my skin. "Even better in person."

Things were clicking into place, but I kept my focus on the hot football player I had in my bed, because who knew if or when this would be repeated? "Mmm. You like that, do you? Want more?"

"Yeah."

My fingers danced over the clasp of my uncomfortably-tight trousers, teasing Bennett just because I knew it would rile him up even further. This was so different from the time we'd kissed in the library. This time, he was all in with zero hesitation.

Bennett's hand clamped down on mine, making me massage my cock through my trousers, his palm covering the back of my hand. I gasped, and he flashed me the dirtiest fucking grin I'd ever seen, pressing down harder, my hand sliding up and down my length as he moved me where he wanted me. His sudden burst of confidence was so hot it was making my dick throb and leak a ridiculous amount of precum.

"Good?"

"So good," I confirmed breathlessly. "More."

Together, we undid my trousers and peeled them off my legs, leaving me in my socks and my favourite sky-blue jock. The material was tented, damp with my precum, and even to my eyes, it looked hot as fuck. I would've been tempted to photograph it, but my footballer was far more tempting, hard beneath me, giving me those eyes that gave me both butterflies and a leaking cock.

"What do you think?" I ran a blue-tipped finger down my torso, stopping at the band of my jockstrap.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, his hands fisting my sheets as he screwed his eyes closed, the prominent bulge in his jeans making my mouth water. "What's happening to me?"

I froze on top of him. Was he really into this, or was he uncomfortable? Biting down on my lip, I studied him uncertainly. "Ben? Are you okay? We can slow down, or stop if you want."

His eyes snapped open, his gaze flying to mine. "No. We're not fucking stopping, okay?"

Exhaling shakily, I nodded. "Okay. Want to get naked?"

"Yes." The word was hissed out between gritted teeth, Bennett's gaze tracking my hand movements as my fingers curled around the hem of his T-shirt. I was still unsure, but I figured that he'd give me cues if he wanted to stop. Even so, I was careful, taking my time, dragging his T-shirt the rest of the way up his body and over his head, and then flicking open the buttons on his jeans. When his tented navy boxer briefs came into full view, also damp with precum, I took a moment to sit back and admire the sight. So much of my FBO content involved showcasing my hard dick without actually showing it, so I was basically a connoisseur. And Bennett's dick straining in his underwear was gourmet level mouthwatering.

"Mi ecciti," I murmured, snapping back into English when Bennett made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a gasp. "You turn me on so fucking much. I want you. I want your cock."

"I think…yeah. I want that. Tell me how to make it good for you."

"I will," I promised, divesting him of his jeans without touching his underwear, which was a skill I hadn't known I possessed until that moment. Touching his lovely cock would happen soon enough, but I needed to remember that this was his first time, and I didn't want to do anything to scare him away.

Instead of removing our underwear, I decided to kiss him some more. Stretching out across his body, I lowered my mouth to his. His arms came around my back, and then down, his palms sliding over the curve of my ass. I moaned into his mouth, rolling my hips down, and then it was his turn to moan as our cocks pressed together.

"More." He got his fingers underneath the band of my jock, and I went with it, helping him to strip us of the rest of our clothes in record time. All except for our socks, because one, my feet were cold, and two, was there anything hotter than two guys naked except for their socks? My FBO subscribers were obsessed, at least. Then again, I did manage to pull off the nude-except-for-socks look like a pro.

I forgot all about socks and how we looked when Bennett pushed me into a seated position on top of him, his hard cock brushing up against mine, and just stared. Stared at our dicks, his mouth open.

It was so fucking hot. I'd been with a few ‘straight' boys before, but it had always been a rushed, covert thing, and I'd never had anyone else look at me the way he was, all completely fascinated and turned on and hot.

Fuck me, I was a lucky boy.

"Can I…" he began, his fingers creeping towards my dick.

"Yes. Touch me." We both watched as a bead of precum slid down the head of my dick, my breath catching in my throat and my dick throbbing, even though he hadn't touched me yet.

The tip of his index finger slowly slid up my shaft, swiping over my precum, and then…

He placed his finger to his lips. His tongue came out, and he tentatively licked the moisture from his finger.

"Oh," I whispered.

I'd been with men who were well-versed in the art of gay sex. My own housemate was a porn star. And yet… No one had ever affected me the way Bennett did in that moment.

His cheeks flushed, his gaze flicking to mine before returning to my dick. "More?"

"Mmm."

There was a slight shake in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around both of our erections, and his first few strokes were unsure, but when I moaned and thrust forwards, unable to help myself, he gave me a slow, dirty smile, his grip steadying, and then he just fucking went for it with the sexiest rush of confidence I'd ever seen.

"Fuck, Nic. So good."

I was swooning like a Victorian maiden. "Don't stop."

"You like that?"

"Mmm, yeah."

"I want to try more." His tongue darted out and then slid across his lips, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Mouth?"

He nodded slowly, but then shook his head. "I want…"

"Tell me." Running my hand down the planes of his abs, I stared into his lovely blue eyes.

"I want…" Pausing, he sucked in a breath and let the words rush out of him. "I want to suck you, but I want you to come on my dick."

"Bennett. Are you trying to kill me?" I fanned my face, gasping, and he laughed.

"You really are something else, Niccolò."

"I am. So. Suck then fuck, yes?"

Another laugh burst from his throat. "Sex isn't usually like this."

"Is that good or bad?"

His hand left my dick, and he yanked me down to him, pulling me into an epic kiss with lots of tongue that left me breathless and more turned on than ever. "It's very fucking good."