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PART 2
(For Fran)
Michael turned in Ben's arms. His transparently thin tee brushing softly against Ben's chiseled chest; the movement tightening Ben’s nipples to stiff peaks. His body arched and Michael pressed back, molding himself against the full length of Ben’s body.
Ben expertly worked the buttons on Michael’s black jeans. Now open, the denim stretched tightly across Michael’s slim hips exposing a dark sprinkling of hair. Ben worked his thick fingers beneath the course material, to dance across the tip of Michael's weeping cock until the first drops of pre-come were milked from the head of his thickly swollen penis.
“Oh…” Michael’s voice, filled with wonderment, hitched, moaning softly in Ben’s ear, as his head dropped back to Ben’s shoulder. His hips swayed, moving languorously into Ben’s torturously slow caress. “Ben…” he hissed.
Slathering his fingers with moisture from the sensitive slit, Ben brought the digits to his mouth and suckled, savoring the salty spunk. Then he leaned forward to plunder Michael’s slack mouth with his own, sharing the bitter flavor.
The maneuver only served to entice more cream to erupt from Michael and soon a large, damp patch darkened the fabric of Michael’s jeans. It had been so long since he'd been touched by anyone.
"I think we'd better lose these," Ben husked deeply against Michael’s spine, as he inched down the rough denim. After that, the only sounds to be heard for quite some time were harsh, breathy moans and frantic scratches of pencil against paper.
It seemed as though hours had passed since they'd begun this 'impromptu' session, with Justin sketching away feverishly, in between long lecherous stares. But with the passage of each minute Michael not only seemed to grow bolder with Ben, but more and more oblivious to the fact that they weren’t alone.
Ben's firm and familiar touch became Michael’s center. No longer devastatingly shy, he stayed focused on nothing but the growing heat coiling deep within his belly and the caresses that were making his dick his entire world.
Justin's hand stilled as his attention was drawn from his sketchpad to Michael, by a sharp and distinct sound. Michael was about to come.
“Are you ready, Baby?” Ben's breath blew across Michael's neck from behind, and Michael shivered at the endearment.
"I'm going to come...Ben, please!" Michael begged shamelessly, his hands feeling behind his back to grab hold of Ben's strong thighs, as if to stop him from flying apart.
Purposefully, Ben met Justin’s eyes.
"Do it, Ben." Justin's voice trembled, his previous mask of professionalism slipping. "Just slow it down," he managed with the last of his control.
Being able to direct the two men - to essentially dominate Michael's orgasm - was one of the most erotic experiences the blonde had ever had... And considering who taught him how to fuck, that was saying some thing. "I'm almost done."
Ben knew just where to touch, knew what buttons to push, to speed up or slow down Michael's release. As per Justin's orders, Ben's thick fingers tightened under the crown of Michael's penis, fitting him in a snug, vice-like grip as his other hand traveled downward gathering Michael's balls in the palm of his hand.
"Oh god..." Michael gasped weakly.
Ben's eyes bore heatedly into Justin's, whose pencil lay forgotten in lieu of another kind of wood. "Ready?" Ben licked his lips watching as the teen's left hand moved to his lap, while his right shakily took up his pencil.
Justin nodded, his full attention already focused on Michael, the deep rise and fall of the older man’s chest and thick stream of fluid beginning to coat Michael's cock. The overwhelmingly erotic sight might not fully translate to paper, but the image itself would be indelibly etched into Justin's memory for the rest of his days. If need be, he would use every last brain cell he could muster to remember it.
"Damn." The blonde muttered quietly, finally able to see through Brian’s eyes, the innocence, the naked honesty, the desire and absolute beauty that was Michael.
Michael would only let go this completely with a lover, and Justin felt just a bit smug, that for now at least, he would know Michael in a way that Brian didn't - in utter sexual abandon.
"Fuck!"
No one could tell just who screamed it, but it didn't matter. The end result was the same. As the hot ribbons of spunk splashed across Michael's chest and quivering abdomen, Justin's own body froze, as he too was thrown into orgasm.
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Michael's cheeks burned with a heated flush as he flipped through the drawing pad. "It's hard to believe that's me," he whispered in awe, not daring to meet anyone's eyes. "You're really talented Justin."
"Thanks Michael, but it's easy when you have such beautiful muses to begin with. " Justin smiled as Michael blushed for the umpteenth time, and stammered shyly, searching for an appropriate goodnight before hastily retreating into his bedroom.
"It's a wonder he doesn't know it, huh?" Justin grinned at Ben as he packed his things away. "How oblivious can one person be?"
Grabbing Justin by the arm, Ben pulled the youth close and added just above a whisper. "You'd better hope this works, Justin."
Justin smiled as he walked to the door. "What's the worst thing that could happen? Instead of just Brian, hundreds of horny gay men are going to be vying for Michael's time. Once the Zephyr/Juice Pig issue of Rage hits the racks, everyone's going to want a piece of 'Zeph'. Just think of all the competition Brian's going to have."
Ben quirked an eyebrow as he took one last look at a sketch of he and Michael, coated in an exaggerated amount of seamen. "Just be sure you don't get yourselves arrested for pornography." Ben handed the sketchpad back to Justin, who then disappeared out into the hall and down the steps.
Closing the door, Ben called out into the apartment. "Michael, are you in bed?"
Michael peaked out his bedroom then grinned, as he flopped onto the sofa. "Oh, NOW you want a bed..." he snickered.
Ben laughed lightly before assuming a more serious tone. "You know we should talk."
Michael tucked his legs up underneath himself and moved a pillow aside, motioning for Ben to join him. "It doesn't change anything," he stated a bit regretfully. "I know that."
Ben paused, wanting more than anything to go back to the way they were, but knowing in the long run, nothing had changed. He was still HIV+ and Michael wasn't. Their lives were headed in two different directions and there wasn't anything that was going to change that. They both knew that if they tried to make it work, they would probably just end up hating and resenting each other. "No it doesn't. Are you going to be okay with that?"
Michael gave Ben a wistful smile. "Yeah."
"Yeah." Ben smiled back. Just knowing that he and Michael could sit here, smile openly, and discuss what had just transpired between them, made him certain that they had made the right decision and that they would be all right.
He pulled Michael in close to his body and kissed him on the top of the head. "It'll happen for you, Michael Novotny. One day before you know it, your very own Captain Astro will appear on your doorstep to sweep you away to your happily ever after."
Michael dropped his head back to rest on Ben's shoulder. "As corny as that sounds, Ben, I believe you."