Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay - Sex Stories

Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay

- BLAKE ABEL FOSTER - After the beautiful scenes of love, lust and a private concert performed by yours truly, we lay together in my bed, wearing nothing but our boxer briefs. I breathe in Ben's scent, wishing Febreze bottled it in an aerosol can. My head, again, is resting on his chest. My finger tracing his right pectoral muscle, starting near his armpit, going down underneath his nipple then up the middle of his chest. I feel him shiver. "Mmph. That tickles," he says, with a smile in his voice. I chuckle then make an audible humph . "What's wrong," he asks. I raise my head from his chest and lay on my side, propping my head on my hand as I look at him. I remain silent for a bit, just smiling at him, totally in love. I could stare at his face all day and never find a flaw. Never find anything I'd like to change. Never get bored or sick of looking at him. I sigh and finally speak up. "You've screwed yourself, Benjamin Jaxon," I say, tapping the tip of his nose with my index finger. "What are you talking about... Blake Abel," he asks, smiling at the fact that we used each other's middle names. "You've pulled me in too hard and too fast, Ben. Your hooks are so deep in me, it's hard to breathe. You can't ever get sick of me, got it? 'Cause you're stuck with me now." I smile at him, drunk in love. He sits up a bit, seriousness washing over his face. I can see something in his eyes, but whatever it is, I can't quite decipher it. "That's never going to happen, you hear me? I told ...

... you I love you. I told you you're my first and my last." He pauses, looking me in the eye, letting it sink in. "I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you. I mean that. I know kids our age drop that three-worded bomb hastily, not really understanding the weight of it. But, I know what love is. Love is you, Blake." I sniff and blink, to fight back the tears I fear are about to fall. I manage a smile and say, "You come here to me." He wastes no time. He pushes himself on top of me and lowers his face to mine, planting the softest kiss on my lips. He slowly raises his head and looks down into my eyes. It's his turn to trace me with his fingers. The look on his face is still studious, as if he is deeply studying my face, trying to remember every curve, every detail. He starts at the bridge of my nose, over my eyebrow, down around my eye to my cheek, then under my chin. The light touch brings what feels like goosebumps to my face. "You're too damn cute when you do that," he says, finally smiling that smile that warms my heart as I open my eyes. "When I do what," I ask. "When you blush," he says, swiping his thumb back and forth across my cheek. I lean into his touch as he cups the side of my face with his hand. I nuzzle into it. I could stay here, just like this, never having to let go. Not having to keep this as a memory. This could be my life from here on out and I would be happy. "Just stay..." I whisper under my breath. "What," he asks. "Just stay... stay here... with me... ...