The Dare and the Dock

Benji nodded, forcing himself to take deep, steadying breaths. Slowly, the tension in his body eased, his hole fluttering around Arlo’s fingers. “Okay. Okay, I’m good.”

Arlo took his time, working Benji open with patient, scissoring strokes. He watched Benji’s face for any sign of discomfort, ready to stop at the first hint of pain, but all he saw was pleasure, raw and unfiltered.

“Arlo,” Benji gasped, his hips rocking, his cock leaking onto his stomach. “Arlo, please. I’m ready. I need you.”

Arlo’s cock throbbed, his balls drawn up tight. He wanted nothing more than to sink into the tight, welcoming heat of Benji’s body, but he had to be sure. “You sure? We can keep going like this.”

“No,” Benji shook his head wildly, his eyes blazing. “Need you. Need your cock. Now.”

Arlo didn’t need to be told twice. He carefully pulled his fingers free, wiping them on the quilt before grabbing the lube again, slicking his cock with a trembling hand. His heart hammered against his ribs, anticipation thrumming through his veins.

Arlo didn’t need to be told twice. He carefully pulled his fingers free, wiping them on the quilt before grabbing the lube again, slicking his cock with a trembling hand. His heart hammered against his ribs, anticipation thrumming through his veins.

Benji watched him, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock hard and flushed against his belly. “C’mere,” he rasped, holding out a hand. His voice was rough with want, his eyes dark and hungry.

Arlo climbed onto the bed, the old springs groaning under their combined weight. He settled between Benji’s spread thighs, the heat of his body seeping into Arlo’s skin. Benji’s hands slid up his arms, over his shoulders, pulling him down into a searing kiss.

Arlo went willingly, groaning into the slick heat of Benji’s mouth. He ground his hips down, their cocks sliding together, leaving sticky trails of precome on their bellies. Benji moaned, his nails digging into the muscles of Arlo’s back.

“Please,” Benji panted against Arlo’s lips, his thighs tightening around Arlo’s hips. “Need you inside me. Need to feel you.”

Arlo reached down, lining the head of his cock up with Benji’s slick, stretched hole. He pushed in slowly, carefully, his eyes locked on Benji’s face. The first breach of muscle was tight, almost too tight, and Arlo had to grit his teeth to keep from thrusting forward.

Benji’s breath caught, his body tensing for a second before he forced himself to relax. “Okay,” he whispered, his hands smoothing down Arlo’s back. “Okay, I’m okay. Keep going.”

Arlo pushed in another inch, and another, feeling the hot, silken grip of Benji’s body slowly yielding to him. He could feel Benji’s heartbeat pulsing around his cock, could see the way his teeth sank into his lower lip as he took more and more.

“Fuck,” Arlo groaned when he was finally seated all the way inside, his hips flush against Benji’s ass. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.”

Benji moaned, his head falling back, his throat exposed. “Arlo. God, Arlo, move. Please, I need you to move.”

Arlo didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his hips back slowly, feeling the drag of Benji’s body around his cock, before snapping them forward again. Benji cried out, his back arching, his nails digging into Arlo’s shoulders hard enough to sting.

Arlo set a slow, deep rhythm, wanting to make it last, wanting to draw out every ounce of pleasure for both of them. He thrust in deep, rolling his hips to nail Benji’s prostate on every stroke, grinning fiercely when Benji’s eyes rolled back in his head, when curses and moans fell from his lips like prayers.

“Yeah,” Arlo rumbled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take it. Take my cock. You love it, don’t you? Love being stuffed full of me.”

Benji whimpered, his hips rocking up to meet Arlo’s thrusts. “Yes. God, yes. Harder, Arlo. Fuck me harder.”

Arlo complied, snapping his hips faster, deeper. The bedframe slammed against the wall, the old springs shrieking in protest, mingling with the sounds of flesh on flesh, with their panting breaths and low moans. The heat between them was stifling, sweat slicking their skin, making them slide together.

“Look at you,” Arlo growled, leaning down to nip at the join of Benji’s neck and shoulder. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Knew you would. Knew you’d be perfect.”

Benji shuddered, his hole clenching around Arlo’s cock. “Always,” he gasped, his eyes flying open to meet Arlo’s, the brown gone molten with lust and something else, something deeper. “Always wanted it to be you, Arlo. Only you.”

The words hit Arlo like a freight train, cracking something open in his chest. He took Benji’s mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation, trying to pour everything he felt into the slide of their lips, into the way his hips lost their rhythm, pounding into Benji’s ass hard and fast.

Benji met him stroke for stroke, his hands roaming Arlo’s body like he couldn’t get enough, like he was trying to memorize the line of every muscle, every scar. “Arlo,” he chanted against Arlo’s lips, his voice cracking. “Arlo, God, I’m close. I’m so close.”

Arlo slipped a hand between them, wrapping it around Benji’s cock and stripping it hard and fast, his thumb rubbing over the head on every upstroke, smearing the precome that leaked steadily from the slit. “Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you come on my cock.”

With a broken cry, Benji did just that, his cock throbbing in Arlo’s fist, strips of hot, sticky come painting his chest and belly. His ass clamped down on Arlo’s cock like a vise, rippling around him, dragging Arlo’s own orgasm out of him.

Arlo buried his face in the crook of Benji’s neck, groaning long and low as he came, his cock jerking deep inside Benji’s body, filling him up. Pleasure crashed over him in waves, so intense it was almost painful, his balls tightening, his toes curling.

They stayed like that for long moments afterward, breathing hard, their bodies still joined, sweat and come cooling on their skin. Benji’s hands moved lazily up and down Arlo’s back, his lips pressing soft kisses to the hinge of Arlo’s jaw, to the shell of his ear.

“Wow,” Benji finally breathed, his voice hoarse, wrecked. He tilted his head back to look up at Arlo, a sated, sleepy smile on his face. “That was… wow, Arlo.”

Arlo chuckled, the sound rusty, his chest shaking with it. He could feel Benji’s pulse thrumming under his lips. “Told you I’d make it good, baby.” He nuzzled into the soft skin behind Benji’s ear, breathing him in. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“M’perfect,” Benji mumbled, his eyes falling shut, his body going loose and pliant under Arlo’s. He yawned, his jaw cracking. “So good, Arlo. So… good.”

Arlo smiled, carefully pulling his softening cock from Benji’s body, both of them hissing at the sudden loss. He collapsed onto the bed beside Benji, gathering him close, Benji’s head pillowed on his chest. He grabbed Benji’s hand, tangling their fingers together where they rested on his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.

Arlo grabbed Benji’s hand, tangling their fingers together where they rested on his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart. Benji gave a contented hum, snuggling in closer, his leg thrown over Arlo’s thighs.

They lay like that for a long while, just breathing together, listening to the rain drum against the roof, slower now, the worst of the storm passed. Arlo traced idle patterns on Benji’s shoulder with his thumb, savoring the weight of him, the warmth.

“Worth it?” Benji mumbled after a bit, his voice thick with sleep. “Fixing the dock?”

Arlo huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of Benji’s head. His hair was damp, smelling of rain and sex. “Fishing off it won’t be the same, that’s for damn sure.”

Benji poked him in the ribs, making him squirm. “Dork.”

Arlo just smiled, his eyes catching on the rough-hewn piece of wood on the nightstand, salvaged from the dock repair. He reached for it with his free hand, running his thumb over the grain, worn smooth by wind and water. It felt solid in his palm, steady. Like them.

“Gonna keep this,” he said quietly, more to himself than to Benji. “Remind me.”

Benji craned his head to look, following Arlo’s gaze. “Of what?”

Arlo met his eyes, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That some things are worth the risk.” He lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to Benji’s knuckles. “That what we got’s stronger than I thought.”

Benji’s smile was sweet, a little shy. Different from any look he’d ever given Arlo before. “Yeah,” he whispered, his eyes soft. “Yeah, it really is.”

They didn’t say much after that, words seeming almost unnecessary now. They just held each other, watching through the window as the rain slowed to a drizzle, then stopped altogether. The moon peeked through the breaking clouds, casting the room in silver, glinting off the lake outside.

Eventually, Benji’s breath evened out, his body going heavy and still against Arlo’s side. Arlo wasn’t far behind, sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, his body sated, his mind quiet for the first time in a long time.

As his eyes fell shut, he let himself linger on the warmth of Benji’s skin against his, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the moonlight on the water outside. Tomorrow would come soon enough, bringing reality with it. For tonight, he just wanted to soak in the peace of it, the rightness.

He fell asleep with Benji warm and safe in his arms, the first pink tendrils of dawn just starting to color the sky outside.