Heat Wave: Newark by Drew Hunt-6
514 Words
The cab was mercifully cool while Ben was sinfully hot and soft and sexy and…
“You comfortable?” Ben rumbled, running his fingers through Aaron’s long hair.
Aaron lay on top of Ben, his head resting on Ben’s broad naked chest, his right ear over Ben’s steadily beating heart. His left hand played in Ben’s thick carpet of chest hair while his right held Ben’s now-limp d**k. Oh, yes, he was comfortable. And what was so amazing, almost unique, was that Aaron felt calm, too. Aaron’s life was always so busy, his analytical mind trying to solve several problems at the same time. But here, wrapped in Big Ben’s arms, the only thing on his mind was how long could they stay like this. Because it was just…perfect.
“Earth to Aaron?” Ben’s fingers in his hair slowed.
“Huh?” Aaron finally remembered the question Ben had asked. He also remembered that an episode of Scooby Doo was on the DVD player. “Shush, they’re about to unmask who’s responsible for scaring everyone away.” At least he assumed they were. He’d been too busy basking in the awesomeness that was Ben Knight to pay the TV much mind.
Ben snorted. “It’s the owner of the amusement arcade.”
Aaron smacked Ben’s right shoulder. “Don’t spoil it!”
Ben chuckled and rubbed Aaron’s back. “It’s always the owner of the amusement arcade.”
Aaron gave Ben’s d**k a gentle tug, but it wasn’t interested in more s*x, and, to be honest, neither was Aaron. And that was another first. Usually Aaron subscribed to the maxim of wham, bam, thank you, man, before moving on to the next Mr Right Now. But here, with Ben, it was…
“See? I told you it was the amusement arcade owner,” Ben said, accompanied by his stomach letting out a loud grumble.
Aaron rubbed Ben’s stomach. “Hungry?”
“It’ll pass.”
Aaron sighed and reluctantly sat up. “You hardly had anything at dinner.”
Ben shrugged and wouldn’t meet Aaron’s gaze.
“Come on, let’s go back and feed the bear properly.”
Ben didn’t move.
Aaron slid down Ben’s body until his face was level with the man’s complaining belly. “Oh, poor baby.” He kissed the furry flesh. “We can feed you healthy,” he remembered the menu in the restaurant, “relatively healthy food that will satisfy you for longer but won’t have too much fat or sugar. What do you say?” He kissed Ben’s belly again.
“Exactly, I look like I’m pregnant.”
“No you don’t.” Aaron rubbed Ben’s belly. “But, God if you were, what a story. You’d make a mint. Can I be your agent?”
“Very funny.” Ben shifted position. “And I don’t want to go back out in that heat.”
Aaron could tell Ben was weakening. “I’ll make it worth your while when we get back here.” He slid down further and kissed Ben’s d**k, which twitched. “See, B.J.’s up for it.”
Ben snorted, sat up, and pulled Aaron into a hug. Kissing Aaron on the forehead, he said, “You’re something else.”
Precisely what, Aaron didn’t know, and was strangely shy about asking.
They began to straighten their clothing, Aaron unhappy to see Ben covering his belly by buttoning up his shirt.
“You’d be a lot cooler and look a lot hotter if you left this undone,” Aaron said, staying Ben’s hands.
“Don’t want everyone to lose their appetite by having to look at my fat, hairy gut.
Aaron shook his head, he wished Ben could see what he could see. One sexy as f**k, well-fed bear. But convincing the man otherwise would take way too long, and Ben’s stomach needed to be fed.
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