Coming Home: The Davis Brothers


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Chapter 3

"Ben. You have to let me help you," Benji said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"I can do it by my fucking self," Ben groused, shoving Benji's hand away with his shoulder, trying to push him out of the master bath with his bigger body. "Give me a minute of peace, for Christ's sake."

Benji let out a deep sigh. "Ben. I know you don't like it, but we're partners. If you can't rely on me to take care of you, then what kind of relationship is this?"

Ben didn't respond, he just scowled.

They had been home one day and already the two men were driving each other crazy.

Ben liked to be in control and in charge. He was the alpha dog. With both of his arms in casts, he felt fucking worthless. Like a fucking invalid. He wasn't used to being in this situation and he did not like it. He did not like it at all.

Benji insisted on waiting on Ben hand and foot and Ben just wanted to do everything himself. The only problem was that he wasn't able to do anything by himself, but that didn't stop him from trying.

Benji already had to clean up piss from all over the bathroom floor because Ben thought he could go to the bathroom without help. He was already over Ben's attitude. He understood how his big man felt, but that didn't mean that he had to yell and cuss at him.

"Fine," Ben finally grumbled. It sounded more like a grunt than anything else.

"Would you rather we hire a nurse? If it's me that you have a problem with--"

"I have to take a shit, okay?!" Ben shouted. "Is that what you want to hear? I can't even wipe my own ass. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I don't like it either, Ben. But it's you. If that's what you need, then that's what I'll do. I would do anything for you, Ben. I mean that. Anything. You should know that by now."

"Fine," Ben mumbled with a sigh.

Benji untied the drawstring around Ben's sweatpants and gave a tug and let them fall to the ground. He couldn't help but notice that Ben wasn't wearing underwear, especially when his over-sized flaccid penis flopped out and slapped against his thigh. Benji cleared his throat and averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking like a pervert in this very un-sexual situation. "I'll be in the bedroom. Just call me when you're done."

Benji shut the bathroom door behind him and went and sat down on the bed. Toby bounded into the bedroom, and after two tries, leapt up onto the bed. Benji reached over and scratched at the little dog's neck, getting his fingers under the collar. "Don't let your daddy catch you up here," he said to the happy dog. "He's cranky."

He let out a deep breath. It was going to be a very long six weeks until the first cast came off.

* * *

Brandon looked down at the silky black hair and ran his hand through it. Soft lips surrounded the head of his cock and sucked gently.

Brandon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the sensations. This had never happened to him before. His body just wasn't responding. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had told himself that he would never come back here. But he had to prove it to himself. Maybe the feelings he was having were just a phase. He had to know for sure.

After a few minutes, not even the warm mouth and slick tongue could coax an erection out of him. Brandon felt humiliated and betrayed by his own body. He had never not been able to get it up. It happens to everyone from time to time they say, but never to him. Never. It just serves as a confirmation as to how wrong this was, Brandon's inner voice told him. Brandon told the voice to fuck off.

"Okay," Brandon croaked. He cleared his throat. "Stop. Sorry. I can't..."

The young, petite Asian sat up and sat back in the passenger seat, eyeing Brandon suspiciously. "You still owe me."

Brandon looked at the young woman and nodded. After tucking his limp dick back into his jeans, he pulled his wallet out of his truck's glove compartment and pulled out two bills. He handed them over to her and stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the steering wheel, not wanting to see the judgement on her face. He couldn't believe that his dick had betrayed him like this. When the passenger door slammed shut, Brandon started up the truck and drove, wanting to get away as fast as he could.

Brandon felt disgusted.

He had come down to `the block' once before to find some desperately needed relief when he and Ginny were in the middle of their divorce. He didn't like doing it then, and he said he'd never go back. He should have listened to himself. He only felt worse now.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his left fist, he squeezed and rubbed the back of his neck with his right. He twisted his head on his neck, wanting to feel the pops and cracks that would give him a few seconds of relief.

As soon as he got home, he went right for the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and heated up the shower. The water was as hot as he could stand it and he stayed under until it turned ice cold. His mind was so fucked up, he didn't even jerk off like he normally would have.

He laid down on the solitary bed in the empty bedroom and stared up at the ceiling.

First thing in the morning, he'd go down to the health clinic and get one of those quick tests done like Lonnie had.

* * *

Ben spent most of the first two days in bed. The painkillers made him really tired. Benji was slightly grateful for the quiet. When Ben wasn't yelling, he was withdrawn and depressed.

Benji was at a loss. Ben had never raised his voice at him in all the time that they'd been together. In the span of two days, he had been yelled at and cussed at until he was practically in tears. The worst part was that Ben knew what he was doing and didn't even apologize. He tried to let it go, telling himself that this wasn't the real Ben, but it was really hard to separate the feelings.

Benji stood at the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot of soup. He wasn't a very good cook. Not that he was a bad cook, he just didn't have a lot of experience. But he could follow a recipe okay. Ben was a great cook and though he had taught Benji a lot, he still got hung up on complicated recipes that had lots of steps or required doing more than one thing at a time. Luckily, Ben had frozen the leftovers last time he made stew. All Benji had to do was heat it up.

Benji looked down at Toby, who sat patiently at his feet. "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to be a better cook, Toby."

The little dog looked up at Benji and blinked his eyes, nervously shifting his weight between his front paws. Benji smiled warmly at him. "Don't worry, sweetie. Daddy doesn't mean to yell at you. You're a good boy. He still loves you. I hope he still loves me, too, after all of this."

"I need another pill."

Benji jumped at the sound of Ben's rough and sleepy voice but quickly recovered. "Sit down at the table. The stew's almost ready." Benji glanced over at Ben. If he had heard Benji talking to Toby, his face showed no indication of it. He wore the same scowl that had become so familiar for the past two days.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to take it with food, Ben."

"I said I'm not fucking hungry!"

Toby went over and laid down at Ben's feet. His ears were flat against his head and he glanced up at Ben with big brown sad eyes. Ben ignored him.

Benji swallowed the lump in his throat, but he didn't back down. He kept his chin up and stared back at Ben's scowling face. His voice was quiet, but he managed to sound firm. "Please don't argue with me."

"Fine," Ben said through his gritted teeth.

Ben stepped over Toby, and pushed his bulk into a chair and sat down at the table. He ground his teeth together while he waited for Benji to come and feed him. Like he was fucking helpless. Like he was a fucking baby.

* * *

Brandon tried to stay away, honest he did. But after two days, he found himself sitting in his idling truck in the driveway of the flip house. He rubbed at the knot on the back of his neck. He rolled his head back and forth until it cracked with a series of pops. Even that didn't help the crick that had taken residence there.

It wasn't a big deal, he told himself. Lonnie was staying in his company's house. As one of the owners of the company, it was his responsibility to make sure that Lonnie was taken care of while he was watching the place. That's all it was.

He cut off the diesel engine and picked up the sack of burgers and drinks and made his way around the back of the house, carefully watching his step. He pushed open the back door and was greeted by a happy little Ricky.

Brandon noted that the light on the vent hood above the empty space where the stove would sit was on, giving the room a soft glow, casting enough light to see clearly.

He looked down at Ricky. As much as he hated to admit it, the bouncy dog with the wagging tail was a sight for sore eyes and Brandon felt his mood lifting just a little bit.

"Hey there, little ugly." Ricky jumped up onto Brandon's leg, bouncing up and down in the air. Brandon laughed. "You miss big daddy?" He reached down and used his index finger to scratch at the little hairs under the dog's chin. "I got something for you." He pulled a dried pig ear from his pocket and gave it to the dog, who happily took it and ran off to chew on his new treat in private.

"Hi, Brandon."

Brandon looked up to see Lonnie leaning in the kitchen doorway. He was mostly hidden away from the vent hood's light, but the light that did spill across him made him look stunningly beautiful. Brandon swallowed down his nerves and tried to smile. "Hey. I, um.... I brought you some food."

Lonnie studied the burly man for a moment, before speaking coolly, "Thanks. You didn't have to do that."

"And I wanted to check on you," he added quietly. "Make sure you were okay."

"Thanks," Lonnie said.

The corner of Lonnie's mouth turned up in a hesitant little smile and Brandon's mood lightened a tiny bit more. "Okay. Good. Let's eat while it's hot."

Lonnie was pissed when Brandon first walked into the house. He was angry and humiliated. The big caveman had some nerve showing up here. Okay, so it was technically his house, but still.

But then Brandon brought Ricky a treat and the simple little gesture told him that maybe the big guy wasn't totally irredeemable.

Lonnie nodded and Brandon followed him into the bedroom. They sat together on the mattress and Brandon pulled out two foil-wrapped cheeseburgers for each of them. He dumped the big cup of hot french fries into the bag, then handed Lonnie a bottle of Coke.

"I didn't know what you liked on your burgers, so--"

"I got what you like," Lonnie finished with a smile.

"Yeah." Brandon opened a little plastic container of ketchup and set it down by the bag of fries.

"I'm not real picky. I'm sure you'll learn what I like in time."

It wasn't like there'd be a chance of that. Brandon was only here to check on the boy this one time. Besides, he'd be gone in a few days. For some reason, he went ahead and agreed. "Yeah."

Ricky bounced up onto the bed, getting between them. He dropped his pig ear on the bed, and nosed his snoot into the bag of fries, sniffing.

Brandon gave Ricky's bottom a little push. "Ricky, no. Bad boy."

Lonnie stood up and put Ricky out of the bedroom, shutting the door on him.

"Sorry about that. He knows he doesn't get people food." He bent down and picked up the pig ear from the bed. "Ew!" he exclaimed as his fingers touched the slobbery piece of dried flesh. He tossed it towards the door and went into the bathroom to quickly wash his hands.

He sat back down next to Brandon and unwrapped one of the cheeseburgers and took a bite. He frowned and pulled out a tomato slice and wrapped it in a napkin before continuing to eat.

"Mm, this is really good," Lonnie said between bites.

"Mm-hmm. The best," Brandon replied with a mouthful.

"Thanks for bringing it."

Lonnie licked the juices from his fingers. Brandon stared at Lonnie's mouth, watching the pink tongue dart over the tip of his index finger before his lips closed around it, and then pulled it away with a smack. He felt his cock starting to fill and he pulled his gaze away, trying to forget the image. He wasn't here for that. He was here to check on Lonnie, to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"How's your head?" Brandon asked as he took another bite of his burger.

"You tell me. You certainly seemed to enjoy it before you ran out of here."

Brandon choked and gagged, nearly spitting a mouthful of half-chewed burger all over the floor. "That's not what I meant," he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Lonnie just smiled. "I'm fine, Brandon."

The men ate the rest of their burgers in silence. Brandon didn't feel the silence to be uncomfortable. He was glad to see that Lonnie seemed to have a big appetite, digging into both of his cheeseburgers as well as the fries they shared. He must really feel fine since he ate like he was starving. He felt a little bit guilty for taking so long to check on him. What if Lonnie hadn't been fine? But he was, and that was all that mattered.

Brandon's face flushed warm slightly as he thought of Lonnie's innuendo. He wanted to tell Lonnie that his head was the best he ever had. Outstanding, bar none, without a doubt. But it didn't matter. It wasn't like that was ever going to happen again. That's not why he was here.

Lonnie tipped his bottle back and swallowed the last of his Coke. He glanced over at Brandon. The burly man appeared to be lost in thought. Lonnie's eyes travelled up and down Brandon's body. Brandon's huge bear paw hands held his burger to his mouth. Lonnie knew from experience that the size of those hands translated directly to the size of his dick. His face started to feel warm as he remembered the feel of the man's cock in his hands. Christ, but Brandon was hung. He thought his ex-boyfriend had a big one, but his seven inches was nothing compared to Brandon. Brandon had him beat by three good inches, plus extra girth.

Lonnie's eyes settled on Brandon's face. The man was not exactly pretty to look at, but every once in a while, his face would soften and that scowl would disappear. During those times, he kind of looked handsome in a rugged, uber-manly way. Yeah, Brandon was all man, one hundred percent, and that was very attractive to Lonnie. Lonnie's eyes moved from Brandon's thick beard to his wet, red lips. He wondered what it would be like to kiss Brandon, to feel those lips on his skin. He'd never kissed a guy with a real beard before. Would it itch? Would it tickle? What did the bears say when they saw another sexy bear? Woof? Yeah. Lonnie looked Brandon up and down.


He noticed that Brandon had a scar that cut into his bottom lip and disappeared into his bearded chin. He wondered how he got that scar. Maybe he'd ask Brandon about it some time.

Brandon's bright green eyes turned and met Lonnie's lingering gaze. God, Brandon's eyes were gorgeous. There was something there. Understanding maybe? Desire maybe?

"How did you get that scar on your chin?" As soon as the question came out, he winced. He didn't intend to blurt it out.

"An on the job accident. One of my guys wasn't paying attention and I walked past at the exact wrong time. A piece of wood slammed into my face."


"Yeah. It cut the shit out of my chin. I lost three teeth and broke my nose. There was blood everywhere. Luckily, I was wearing safety glasses and a hardhat."

"Oh my god!"

Brandon ran his finger over a crook in his nose. He pushed his bottom lip down and ran a finger over three of his bottom teeth. "These are a bridge."

"You can't tell. And your beard mostly covers the scar. I'm glad you weren't hurt worse."

Brandon nodded, and popped a couple of fries into his mouth. Brandon quieted. He looked away from Lonnie and stared at the floor. After a moment of silence, Brandon lifted his eyes and stared back at Lonnie. Lonnie saw that look again.

"Why are you here, Brandon?"

Lonnie watched his adam's apple bob as he visibly and audibly swallowed. "I told you... I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay."

Lonnie looked at Brandon, searching his face. He could see the conflict in the big man. He might not want to admit it, but he wanted Lonnie. He wouldn't keep coming back if he didn't.

Then it hit Lonnie. Brandon wanted more than just sex; he wanted companionship, Lonnie decided. Why else would he have brought dog treats and dinner, wanting to sit on a mattress in an abandoned house?

Lonnie decided he would have to be the one to take a chance. It might get him a bruised ego or a black eye, but then it might also get him something a whole lot better. Lonnie slid just a little closer and placed his hand on Brandon's thigh. He could feel the big man trembling under his touch, but he didn't push him away. "I'm good, Brandon. But I'm better now that you're here."

Brandon looked down at the smaller man, staring up at him with those pretty brown eyes with the long black lashes. Christ, his nerves were so shot. He couldn't ever remember feeling this nervous around a girl before. Brandon winced inwardly. Lonnie wasn't a girl. He was dude. A fucking dude!

Brandon knew that he wasn't that great to look at, but he never had problems getting girls when he was younger and in the service. They liked his macho, cocky attitude and the way his muscled body looked in his uniform. He never felt nervous or unsure of himself. If he got turned down, he shrugged it off and moved on. That attitude always worked for him in the past. It wasn't until after he got married that the regular sex he was used to dried up.

The way Lonnie looked at him was somehow different than how all of those girls looked at him. He felt like Lonnie looked right through to his soul, like he could see all of his secret wants and desires. Like he could see the real Brandon Davis. And that was scary.

Brandon watched the tip of Lonnie's pink tongue dart out and moisten his full, pouty lips.


That mouth. So fucking sexy.

Before Brandon could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed Lonnie. It was so not what he expected. Lonnie's lips were so warm and so soft. He had expected hard and rough, like he envisioned a man would be.

Lonnie let out a needy whimper as he pushed forward, pressing himself further into Brandon's kiss. His hand snaked around Brandon's neck, holding him gently, keeping their mouths pressed against each other. He was very pleased to find out that the burn from Brandon's beard whiskers was highly pleasurable.

Brandon slid his tongue along Lonnie's bottom lip. Lonnie opened his mouth and Brandon went to town. He grabbed Lonnie's head and deepened the kiss. He stroked the boy's tongue with his own. Their heads moved in perfect rhythm.

Brandon's breathing hitched as Lonnie's hand slid up his thigh. The boy's knowledgeable fingers found Brandon's cock and slid along his length, stroking and squeezing him through his jeans.

Lonnie hoped and prayed that Brandon wouldn't freak out. He wanted the big man so bad, more than he had ever wanted anyone. The thrill of Brandon shooting that big thick load into his mouth was something that he'd never forgot. If Lonnie had his way, he'd be taking care of Brandon's needs as often as he could. Lonnie loved to suck dick and Brandon had the best he'd ever had. He would make Brandon come so hard and so good, he wouldn't go anywhere else. He never thought of himself as a size queen before, but he had revised that opinion since he'd had Brandon. Oh yes, size definitely does matter.

"Let me take care of you, big daddy," Lonnie whispered. He meant it as a little joke, but it came out of his mouth all breathy and sexy.

"Oh fuck," Brandon groaned.

Lonnie's words had sent a shudder down Brandon's spine. There was no way in hell he could resist that. He laid back on the mattress as Lonnie unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, giving him complete access. Brandon looked down at Lonnie, watching him admire the newly freed organ. The fact that he was hard as steel and throbbing wasn't lost on Brandon. Of course his cock got hard for Lonnie.

"God, you're huge," Lonnie moaned as he gripped the base and lifted it away from Brandon's body.

"Suck it for me, cupcake," Brandon husked as he reached up and pressed the back of Lonnie's head, sliding his fingers into the silky soft black hair.

This time when Brandon called him `cupcake,' it didn't come out as a sneer. It came out as an endearment and Lonnie's heart swelled. But it was too early to read anything into Brandon's feelings. Brandon just wanted his dick sucked and that was all. He pushed his own feelings into the back of his mind and got busy doing what he did best. He swirled his tongue under Brandon's foreskin, getting him nice and wet. He then pulled the skin back, closed his eyes and took Brandon into his mouth.

Brandon gripped Lonnie's hair tight in his fist. He gave a firm push, sending his cock into the back of Lonnie's mouth. Lonnie gagged and slid back up, sucking hard. He swirled his tongue around the head before Brandon pushed him back down.

"Too rough?" Brandon grunted.

"Mm-mmm," Lonnie replied, shaking his head around Brandon's shaft.

"Fuck... Suck my cock..."

Lonnie allowed Brandon to push his head up and down, rough fucking him on his cock. He loved every minute of it. His mouth was drooling all over Brandon's thick length. The room was filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, only overpowered by the grunts and groans spilling from Brandon's throat. Lonnie's own cock was throbbing and pulsing in his pajama pants, just a touch away from shooting. He slipped his other hand under Brandon's shirt and undershirt and raked his fingers through the patch of hair he found.

Brandon watched Lonnie suck him. His cheeks were hollowed in and his pouty pink lips were sealed tight around his thick bone. His eyes were closed, but the look of ecstasy on the boy's face was unmistakable. He loved doing this. Up and down he went, over and over. Brandon could feel his tongue fluttering around the shaft and swirling around the head on each upstroke. His hand twisted and pulled on what he couldn't swallow. Absolutely perfect. This boy was made to suck cock. He was made to suck Brandon's cock. He was too fucking good at this.

Brandon held back as long as he could, letting Lonnie pleasure him, but he needed to come, and he needed to come in Lonnie's mouth.

"Oh god damn, I'm gonna fucking blow. I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth. Swallow it, fuck yeah!"

"Mm-hmm," Lonnie moaned, wanting to let Brandon know it was okay, but not wanting to pull off to tell him.

Holding his head in place, Brandon bucked his hips up into Lonnie's greedy mouth. Brandon's body went rigid as his muscles tightened. Lonnie's mouth and hand bobbed up and down, faster and faster. With a long groan, Brandon erupted, flooding Lonnie's mouth with jet after jet of thick, hot spunk.

Lonnie slowly milked Brandon with his mouth and hands, drawing every bursting rope of thick, hot semen from Brandon's body, swallowing down every precious drop.

Once he was satisfied that Brandon was completely finished, Lonnie raised up onto his knees, struggling with the drawstring of his pajamas. He needed to come so bad. Oh god, if he could get these stupid pajamas open, he could jerk himself off.

Brandon watched Lonnie trying to free his cock with shaking hands. He reached over and grabbed the waistband of Lonnie's pajamas and gave a firm tug, freeing the little man's boner. Lonnie's dick was cut, but not particularly hung, only about five inches in length on a good day, but a respectable width. It was a good size for a little guy like Lonnie. He looked painfully hard, the dusky shaft swollen a deep purple and dripping wet with pre-come. His balls were already drawn tight to his body.

Brandon's eyes were drawn to a small tattoo on Lonnie's hip, on the right side just below his waistline. A green four-leaf clover. For luck. Well, Lonnie was about to get lucky. Without even thinking, Brandon reached over and took Lonnie in his fist.

Lonnie cried out in ecstasy as Brandon touched him. He never ever in a million years expected that Brandon would reciprocate, with even just a handjob. The feeling of his thick, rough, calloused fingers on his smooth, ultra-sensitive skin was just too much.

A copious amount of pre-come slicked the shaft in Brandon's fist and Brandon's fingers slid easily up and down. Oh god, it was so good! Up and down, up and down. Three strokes was all it took to throw him over the edge.

Lonnie's whole body started to shake. "Brandon!"

"Yeah, shoot it, boy," Brandon growled.

Lonnie's eyes flew open wide at Brandon's words. He bucked up into Brandon's fist and a jet of white hot spunk flew out of Lonnie's dick and landed across Brandon's thigh. Brandon looked back up at Lonnie's face and watched him, mesmerised by the neediness in his face as he stared back at Brandon while he came, and apparently came hard. He kept stroking until Lonnie covered his forearm and hand with his thick load. Brandon's slick fingers slid over the sensitive head and Lonnie grabbed Brandon's wrist, trying to still his movements.

"No more," Lonnie begged as Brandon continued to torture the head with his fingers. Lonnie pulled Brandon's hand away from his overworked cock head and slumped over, trying to catch his breath.

Lonnie looked down at the big guy in amazement. Before Brandon could react, Lonnie leaned down and kissed him. Brandon seemed shocked and dazed, but recovered quickly. He grabbed the back of Lonnie's head and pulled him closer. Lonnie was pleasantly surprised at the passion in Brandon's kiss.

Brandon finally broke the kiss and started to sit up.

"Don't move," Lonnie said as he pressed a hand against his chest. "Let me clean you up."

Lonnie scrambled to his feet and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed his washcloth and warmed it up in the sink. He wiped himself off, then rinsed off the washcloth with hot water. He returned to the bed, where Brandon was sitting with his messy hand out, trying to keep from touching it against anything. Lonnie wiped him down, cleaning his spunky hand and arm, then wiping off his thigh before cleaning his groin.

Brandon suddenly felt awkward. He needed to bolt. He knew how that would look, but Lonnie was a guy. He'd understand. Fuck. Lonnie was a guy. Double fuck. He stuffed his dick back into his jeans and zipped up. "I gotta go."


Lonnie got up and followed Brandon to the kitchen back door.

"You'll come back tomorrow?" Lonnie asked. He cringed inwardly when he heard how his voice sounded like he was begging.

`Hell, yes', Brandon immediately thought. He could come back. What did they call it? Friends with benefits? Yeah, there was nothing wrong with that. Lonnie could be his friend with benefits. Just buddies helping each other out. Brandon had a buddy who helped him out before. No big deal.

But Lonnie looked up at him, so hopeful, yet so vulnerable. Brandon couldn't help but feel awed that the beautiful boy's affections and emotions were directed towards him. He could probably get anyone he wanted, but for whatever reason, he wanted Brandon. Suddenly, the fact that Lonnie was a man didn't seem so important.

Brandon let out a small huff of air, melting slightly in Lonnie's gaze. Before he could censor himself, he reached up and ran the back of his knuckles along Lonnie's smooth, delicate jaw.

"Yeah, cupcake," Brandon said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Brandon leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lonnie's lips, then was gone.

As Brandon walked to his truck, he felt good. He had a spring in his step and he felt relaxed for the first time in a really long time.

If Brandon had looked at himself in the rear-view mirror, he would have found that he had a genuine smile on his face.

* * *

Benji slammed the door behind him, hiding in the master bathroom. He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. `A fucking nag,' Ben had called him. No, he had yelled it at him.

After five days of torture, Benji wasn't sure how much more he could take. Maybe it would be better if Ben had a nurse and Benji cancelled his short term disability leave and went back to work.

No, he couldn't do that. Ben was his responsibility. He would just have to try harder. He'd get through to him somehow. Their relationship wouldn't be able to survive much more of this. He had to do something.

After Benji washed his face, he opened the bathroom door. He was surprised to see Ben laying on the bed, spread eagle with his arms out at his sides, legs slightly spread. He stared up at the ceiling, his face expressionless.

Benji walked over to the foot of the bed. "Hi."

Ben raised his head and looked at his little man. "Hey." He swallowed and stared back at Benji. He had made his baby cry. Again. His face took on a pained expression at the realization. He let his head fall back on the pillow and he returned his gaze to the ceiling.

Benji crawled onto the bed, moving between Ben's legs. He caressed and rubbed Ben's shins, his hands sliding along the gray sweatpants that Ben seemed to live in these days.

"Don't push me away, Ben."

After a few moments, Ben replied so quietly, Benji had to strain to hear him. "I hate that you have to see me like this..."

Ben's eyes met Benji's for just a moment and Benji's heart felt like it might break. Ben looked defeated. Humiliated. Shamed.

"Ben, I know we're not married or whatever, but like they say, `in sickness and in health'. That makes it my responsibility to take care of you. I'm gonna do it whether you like it or not. But it would make it a lot easier on me if you helped me out just a little."

Ben continued to stare at the ceiling. As he blinked, Benji saw the moisture pooling there. Maybe he was finally getting through to his big guy.

"What if it was me?" Benji asked. "What if I was hurt, broke my arms and needed you to help me? Wouldn't you take care of me?"

"You know I would," Ben said vehemently, meeting his eyes directly. "I made a promise to you that I would take care of you. And right now, I'm failing miserably."

Benji shook his head. "What am I gonna do with you, big guy?" Ben hadn't shaved all week and he was starting to smell a little ripe. The wifebeater he wore was stained with soup dribbles and a splotch of mustard. The sweatpants hung low on his hips and were snug on his trunk-like thighs. The outline of his flaccid cock was enticing. Without even thinking, Benji reached out and squeezed the meaty cock.

Ben's eyes widened and he looked down at Benji in shock. Did Benji still want him, even after everything, even though he was crippled? He couldn't even make love to his baby, at least not right, not like this. Despite this, his cock rapidly hardened under Benji's masterful touch. He pushed his hips up, urging Benji to keep going, to get him off. He hadn't even realized how long he had gone without Benji's touch. Ben was used to being the one in charge. When he was horny, which was all the time when Benji was around, he'd always made sure to let his little man know. And Benji never, ever disappointed him. He was the alpha dog, the one in control. Even if he gave up that control, how the hell was he supposed to please his lover when he couldn't even touch him? Ben prided himself on his ability to drive Benji wild in bed. He always made sure Benji's needs were met, in bed as well as out. Making sure that Benji was taken care of was his number one priority.

Benji pulled his hands away and set them on Ben's thighs. Ben groaned and bucked his hips up. "Baby, don't tease me."

Benji smiled to himself. He ghosted his fingers lightly over the hot and growing bulge. "You want me to touch you?"

"Yes," he hissed. "Jerk me off."

"Oh, so now you want my help." Benji dipped his fingers under the waistband of Ben's sweats and stroked the tip of his fingers along the hard shaft that was aching to be set free. He pulled his hands away and moved them back to Ben's thighs.

"You're not playing fair," Ben whined.

"Maybe. So I suppose I could help you out with your little... well, not so little... your big problem..." Benji slid his hand back into Ben's sweats and gripped the shaft firmly. "And in return you could help me out by being a little bit nicer."

"That's blackmail, you little fucker!" Ben's words were harsh, but his voice had a hint of laughter in it. When Benji looked into his face, he saw the beginnings of a smile. The first in what seemed like a long time.

Benji pulled his hand away again and Ben groaned and bucked his hips up. "Baby..."

"So do we have a deal?" Benji looked down at Ben's crotch. His dick was fully engorged, creating a huge and obscene tent in the sweatpants. Benji's mouth started to water. He looked back up at Ben, hoping his big man would agree.

"Yeah. Deal. Just touch me. Anything, baby. I'm dying here!"

"Lay back," Benji said in a calm and quiet voice. "Relax. I told you, I'm gonna take care of you. And starting right now, you're gonna do what I say. No complaining, no yelling, and no cussing. You understand me?"

Ben almost swallowed his tongue. He couldn't speak, so he nodded his head. He laid back while Benji undressed him, pulling off his wifebeater and his sweats. Benji frowned as he tossed the clothes onto the floor. "Those are going right into the wash."

Benji slid his hands up to Ben's groin. He stroked his low-hanging balls, feeling the weight of the big nuts in his palm. He rubbed his hand and fingers around the base of Ben's dick, raking his fingers through the thick bush of hair, slightly damp with sweat.

"Fuck," Ben said, frustration echoing in his voice. "I want to touch you." Ben lifted his arms and let them flop back down onto the bed.

"Nope. I'm gonna do everything." Benji smirked, trying to make light of their situation.

Benji slowly and teasingly stroked his hand up and down Ben's cock. His thick foreskin was velvety soft and it slid easily back and forth over the big head. Benji's fist milked pre-come and he bent forward and licked the sweet nectar from the slit. He ran his thumb over the thick vein on the underside. The shaft throbbed in his hand, aching for attention.

Ben was a little ripe, but the musky smell only made Benji even hotter. God, Ben had the best smells. He had planned on drawing it out in a slow, tortuous handjob, but he changed his mind. He just had to taste it. Benji moaned as he took the hot, swollen head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the crown, sliding under the foreskin. The flavor there was strong and pungent on Benji's tongue. He couldn't help but moan as he cleaned his lover's fat cock, egged on by the groans spilling from Ben's throat. Benji was so turned on he felt like he was on the verge of coming all over himself.

"Suck me off," Ben husked though his teeth. "Suck it."

Benji pulled off. "Shh. Lay back." He reached up and pressed his hand in the middle of Ben's chest.

Ben closed his eyes and relaxed back into the bed. He let Benji work his cock with his mouth. He took it deep into his mouth, into his throat. The suction was perfect. The hands, mouth, tongue... all of it, just right. Fuck, his baby knew how to suck his cock, how to make it so damned good for his man.

Benji felt Ben getting close, but he wasn't ready to be done yet. He pulled back, letting Ben fall out of his mouth with a pop and wet slap against his belly.

Ben groaned at the sudden lack of suction. He opened his eyes and watched Benji crawl off the bed. Benji stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, then grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand.

Benji moved back onto the bed, kneeling between Ben's legs. He poured lube onto his fingers. With his eyes trained on Ben's green eyes, he slipped his hand between his legs.

"Watch me," Benji whispered. "Watch me get ready for you."

Benji slid a pair of fingers into his ass, slowly moving them in and out, stretching and spreading.

"Fuck, baby," Ben groaned. "You are so fucking hot." Ben once again cursed his stupid arms. He wanted to grab his cock, grab Benji, grab fucking anything. The only thing he could do was move his left arm and caress Benji's leg with the tips of his fingers. When Ben's fingertips touched Benji's skin, Benji drew in a breath and moaned.

"You make me so hot, Ben. You make me need. You turned me into a slut," Benji moaned.

"You're my slut," Ben growled as he pressed the ends of his fingers firmly into Benji's flesh. "Only mine."

"Yes. Only yours," Benji whispered as he ground his body onto his fingers. `Enough of that,' Benji thought to himself. He needed Ben inside him right effing now.

Benji poured lube all over Ben's cock and slicked it up with his fist. He moved onto Ben's lap, straddling him. He raised up, reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around Ben's shaft, then lined up the head with his quivering hole. He braced himself on Ben's furred chest and pushed down, impaling his ass on Ben's girthy meat.

Ben stared up at Benji in wonder. Benji's hazel eyes glassed over and his mouth dropped open as he lowered himself onto Ben. His channel felt so damned tight around his cock as the searing heat enveloped and surrounded him.

Benji pushed through the burn. He didn't stop until he was fully impaled on Ben, all ten inches buried deep inside. His own dick lurched and burped pre-come onto Ben's hairy belly. He closed his eyes and hung his head, breathing steadily until he was used to Ben's size. He raised up, then slammed his body down. "Oh god!" he cried out as the head of Ben's cock pegged his prostate.

"Yeah," Ben growled. "Fuck me, baby."

Benji gripped Ben's body and began to ride his man hard and fast. "Ben! Yes!"

He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ben's. Ben pushed his head up, trying to get more contact. He shoved his tongue into Benji's mouth and Benji sucked it into his mouth, pulling on it like it was his cock.

Ben pulled his head back. He looked into Benji's eyes and saw the raw emotions there: desire, need, lust and love. Fuck, he loved Benji so fucking much. "I'm close," he growled. "Can't hold back much longer."

Benji pulled himself upright. He arched his back up and grabbed his own cock and stroked it fast and furious while bouncing on his man. "Ben..."

Ben watched his boy pleasuring himself while impaling his sweet ass onto his cock over and over and it made him crazy. Benji had his head thrown back, mouth gaped open. His hand flew up and down his beet red dick, desperate to come with Ben. Ben dug his heels into the bed and braced his arms and bucked his hips up as hard as he could. He stabbed at Benji's sweet spot over and over, making Benji scream in ecstasy.

Benji froze and then he exploded, fountaining jets of spunk all over Ben's body. Ben continued to thrust up into Benji, not stopping even when he started to come.

His orgasm was so intense, he nearly blacked out for a second. Benji's voice echoed in his ear, bringing him back.

"Love you, Ben... Love you, love you, love you..."

Benji slumped forward, collapsing onto Ben's beefy chest, smearing his sticky semen between their bodies. He wrapped his arms around Ben and held him tight. Ben moved his arms so that he cradled Benji between his casts. He rubbed Benji's side with the tips of his left-hand fingers. It was the best he could do.

"I love you, baby," Ben whispered in Benji's ear. "I'm sorry I'm such a grumpy bastard. You forgive me?"

"Yeah. But remember, what I say goes from now on. At least until you can use your arms." Benji nipped at Ben's earlobe with his teeth.

Ben growled and his cock twitched and started to grow. "I guess if you're gonna take care of me like this, then I suppose I can do that."

Benji smiled and pressed a kiss on Ben's lips. "I'm gonna take such good care of you, Ben. That's my job." Before Ben could protest, Benji kissed him again. "It's my job, just as much as it is yours. You're my man. So you're gonna let me take care of you. It's a messed up situation, but we just have to make the most of it."

Ben let out a soft breath. "I don't deserve you."

"Sure you do. We deserve each other."

"I'll be good from now on."

"You better. But remember this: you be good to me, and I'll be good to you."

Ben groaned as a sly smile spread across Benji's cheeks. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

The couple laid together in silence for a while. Ben thought that Benji had fallen asleep, until the little man stirred and let out a happy sigh. What he wouldn't give to be able to take Benji for a ride on his bike right now. A long ride would go a long way in relaxing both of their nerves. Speaking of the bike...

"Hey, did the insurance company call about my bike?"

"Yeah. The adjuster called while you were sleeping. They said your bike was a total loss and they're sending you a check."

"Fuck. I didn't really see the bike after, see how bad the damage was. Damn. That was a custom Softail. It's gonna take me a while to find a replacement."

Benji sat up, and his jaw dropped open. "What? You're gonna buy another bike?"

"Of course I am," Ben said with a frown.

"But... You got hurt. I don't want you to get hurt again, Ben. What if..." Benji's voice trailed off and he turned away from Ben, trying to hide the pain that was all over his face.

Ben tapped Benji with his cast, urging Benji to looking back at him. "It was an accident, Benji. I could have easily been in an accident with my truck. I'm not gonna let something like that stop me from riding. You understand, don't you, baby?"

Even though the thought scared the hell out of Benji, he did understand. Riding on the bike with Ben was freeing. The pleading look on Ben's face was the clincher. He knew that if he protested enough, Ben would back down and give up riding motorcycles. He couldn't do that to him. "I guess. But, you'll be extra careful, right?"

"I'm always careful. But I'll be extra careful just for you."

"Well, okay..."

Benji slid off to Ben's side and laid his head down on Ben's arm. He found the cast a little too hard, so he lifted his head up and pulled his pillow down a bit, then laid back down. He let his fingers run circles through Ben's chest hair.

Ben pressed his lips to the top of Benji's head. "You can help me find one if you want. Since you'll be riding on back."

Ben felt Benji's body tense up. It seemed his baby was scared of motorcycles now. Benji shook his head. "I don't know, Ben..."

"Don't worry, baby," Ben said quietly, soothingly. "We'll take it slow. We can start off by just sitting on the bike in the garage. Get you comfortable. Maybe get you naked. Then we'll see what happens."

Benji closed his eyes and his dick started to fill and press against Ben's thigh as he thought of that last time they rode. He had acted so slutty, getting naked and begging. Ben didn't even get undressed. He just pulled out his boner, bent him over the bike and took him. Hard and fast.

Benji's face flushed as the memory played in his mind. He ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips and swallowed and laid his head on Ben's shoulder. "I guess it would be okay to try that."

Ben grinned.