The Perfect Mess (9 page)

“Do you know how many people would kill to find their soul mate and live happily ever after?” She asked and Landon snorted.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to declare him my soul mate,” he said despite a very loud whisper in the back of his mind that warned that Ben was. Landon stretched his neck, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. “And I’m not so sure happily ever after really happens.” Landon set Lindsey away from him and went to the fridge to get the bag of chopped fruits and vegetables he’d prepared for Keith. Lindsey pursed her lips as she studied the bag.

“What about me and Kyle?” She asked and Landon snorted.

“Yes, just look at you,” he said as he went to the office and Lindsey followed. “You always look exhausted and you run from errand to errand like your pants are on fire. You just got back from a two week cruise and you look like you need another vacation,” Landon said and Lindsey’s eyes misted over.

“It’s the most wonderful thing you could ever do, Landon,” she whispered and he froze. “Having a family is exhausting because you love them so much you would kill yourself trying to make them happy because they’re your reason for living. Kyle and Molly are my whole world and they’re so precious. I can’t live without them,” Lindsey said shakily and something inside of Landon shivered and unfurled. He swallowed hard and stifled it as Lindsey reached for his cheek. “I pray that one day, you’re as worn out and at the end of your rope as I always am,” she said softly and Landon laughed.

“We’ll see,” he said as he passed her the box of Keith’s supplies. “As appealing as you make the life of a soccer mom sound, I’m not so sure I’m cut out for it,” Landon said as he picked up Keith’s cage. “Get the doors, I’ll take this to your car.”

“I’m not so sure,” Lindsey said over her shoulder as she led the way. “I think you’d be a smashing soccer mom. Day drinking and yoga pants could be your thing,” she teased and Landon chuckled as he followed.

“I’m definitely ok with the day drinking,” he murmured and Lindsey laughed.

Ten minutes later, Landon smiled as he pushed open the door of his apartment and found Ben leaning over the counter looking at his phone. Landon leaned close and sighed happily as Ben offered his cheek for a kiss.

“Sorry about all of that,” he said and Ben grinned.

“It’s fine. We can pick up where we left off later. If you want to have lunch today, you’d better hurry and get ready,” he said and Landon groaned as he pushed away from the counter. “Your sister’s really sweet. And adorable,” Ben added and Landon shook his head as he went into his room. He pulled a light cashmere sweater out of his closet and pulled it over his head.

“She’s pushy and has no filter,” Landon argued as he grabbed a pair of socks and shoes. “You’ll like Kyle though,” he said as he sat on the bed and put them on.

“I’m sure I will,” Ben said as he leaned against the bedroom door and Landon pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he ducked into the bathroom to wash up and fix his hair. Once he was presentable he backed Ben into the hall, pecking at his lips as they went. He paused at the office door and frowned. “What is it?” Ben asked and Landon sighed heavily.

“I’m going to miss Keith,” he mumbled as he stared at the empty spot on his coffee table and Ben made a soothing sound as he pulled Landon into a hug.

“So will I,” he said gently. “You could always get your own pet. Maybe a real one, like a dog or a cat. Who knows, maybe Lindsey’s right? You might be soccer mom material and be ready for kids of your own,” he teased. Landon hoped he was teasing.

“I’m not even dignifying that with a response. Let’s go before I starve to death,” he commanded as he pushed Ben to get him moving again.

Chapter 14

“So… do you want to talk about whatever it is that you’re pissed off about?” Landon asked as he kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt. As far as Landon could tell, the evening had been perfect. They had an excellent dinner and drinks before Ben became quiet and snapped at every question Landon asked during the drive home. By the time they reached the building, Ben was practically seething. Landon looked at Ben expectantly as he tossed his shirt in the laundry basket and Ben bit his lip before he placed his hands on his hips and glared at Landon.

“Do you pay for everything now because you think of me as the woman in our relationship since I let you fuck me?” He asked and Landon’s eyes flared and he physically jerked back, completely stunned.

“Ummm… Could you be more ridiculous?” He asked and Ben gave him a hard look.

“Calling me ridiculous when I’m angry definitely isn’t helpful,” Ben warned and Landon threw his hands up.

“What else am I supposed to say?” He asked. “First, the fact that you think that my paying for things has anything to do with my perception of your masculinity is absurd.” Landon argued and Ben pulled his shirt over his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then why do you always do it?” He asked. “And it seems like you started paying for more things after,” Ben added and Landon shrugged.

“I don’t know why. I guess because I’ve been single for so long, I’m just used to automatically paying for everything and I don’t care. I know it’s a little crass, but I’ve never really worried about money,” he explained and Ben snorted. “Maybe I was hoping you’d put out,” Landon teased and Ben threw him an irate glare. Landon held his hands up defensively. “You’re wrong if you think I started paying more after you let me fuck you. We only went out for drinks, which you paid for and I paid for the pizza. We were even before and it just wasn’t something I gave any thought to after,” he said and Ben calmed. “Second, how could I consider you less masculine if I’m letting you fuck me just as often?” Landon asked and Ben’s mouth opened and closed several times. Landon approached him carefully. “This is all you, Ben. I think this is one of those ethnic cultural things that you’re going to have to sort out because when I look at you, you’re very much a man to me,” Landon insisted and Ben groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Fine. Maybe you’re right. But, from now on, let me have a chance to pay before you grab the check or get the cab,” he said and Landon nodded as he reached for the buckle of Ben’s belt.

“We’ll take turns?” He asked and Ben nodded as the leather slid through the loops of his jeans. Landon licked his lips as he unzipped and reached into the front of Ben’s boxers. The idea that Ben worried that Landon didn’t think he was masculine was so bizarre to him. For Landon, Ben was the sex god from his dreams. “Actually… I’ve had this dream a few times…” He said and Ben’s head tilted.

“Oh?” He asked and Landon started to lose his nerve and shook his head.

“Never mind. It’s nothing,” he insisted as he wrapped his hand around Ben’s erection and stroked. It was so heavy and hot and Landon’s heart raced as he recalled the dreams.

“Tell me,” Ben commanded and Landon couldn’t stop the shiver that rushed through him. He cleared his throat as he pulled Ben’s cock free and dropped to his knees before him.

“Sometimes, you’re like this sex priest/god thing and I’m like an offering or a slave,” he said hoarsely and Ben’s erection throbbed as his hand slid around Landon’s jaw.

“Really?” His voice was gravelly and deep as his fingers twisted in Landon’s hair. Landon nodded.

“Yes. You’re so strong and your skin is glistening and your eyes are glowing. And I’m on this stone altar type thing. Sometimes, I’m tied down and other times, I just can’t move. Like, maybe I’m drugged.” Landon’s face felt hot and he tried to look away but Ben forced him to look up.

“Then, what happens?” Ben asked and Landon felt bolder as he pushed his hands up Ben’s thighs.

“You use me,” Landon whispered and Ben groaned as Landon rubbed his lips over the head of Ben’s cock. “You’re so powerful and it’s like you’re draining everything from me,” he added weakly and Ben reached for Landon but he leaned back on his heels. “Use me now,” he begged as he wrapped his hands around Ben’s cock before he took him deep into his throat. Ben hissed then shook his head when Landon pulled at Ben’s hips, urging him to fuck his throat. The idea had taken hold, once Landon put his dreams to words, he wanted them to become reality.

“I’m not doing that,” Ben insisted as he carefully thrust between Landon’s lips. Landon pulled back as he continued to stroke. He pushed his lip out as he looked up at Ben.

“But it was so good in my dreams and it would be so disappointing if you didn’t,” he pouted and Ben frowned down at Landon. Landon kept his eyes locked on Ben’s as he lowered and stretched out on his back. He raised his hands over his head and arranged them as if they were tied together. “I want you to make me yours,” he whispered shakily. He felt a little like an idiot but he was also more turned on than he’d ever been in his life as he prayed that Ben would play along.

“Mine?” Ben asked as his demeanor changed. He rose to his full height and gracefully stepped out of his clothes. His eyes scanned Landon as he walked around his body. “So, in this fantasy, am I more of an indian kind of shaman or is it more pagan…?” Ben asked imperiously as he clasped his hands behind his back and strutted around Landon.

“More like an Egyptian priest or pharaoh,” Landon panted.
Holy shit, I’m going to come before he touches me,
he thought as Ben paused at his feet. He was naked and every bit as powerful and intimidating as in Landon’s dreams. Landon swallowed hard then his eyes flared as Ben dropped. It was as if he was floating over Landon. His clothes ripped and almost instantly, he barely felt Ben’s hands move, his cock and chest were exposed. Landon gasped in shocked delight as he stared up at Ben. He was definitely playing along. An exhilarated rush of anticipation and lust swept through Landon. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Ben as he panted and waited, stretched and exposed on the floor.

“You please me,” Ben announced as his hands glided appraisingly over Landon’s body.
Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s fucking killing me.
Landon decided as his erection drooled in suspense. Ben’s eyes darkened and his jaw twitched as they met Landon’s. “I will have every drop of your essence after I’ve used your mouth,” he warned and Landon nodded quickly.

“God, yes!” He gasped and Ben frowned as he moved over Landon’s body.

“You don’t speak,” he stated as his hips hovered over Landon’s chest before Ben’s cock pushed against Landon’s lips. Landon whimpered as he opened wide and Ben chuckled imperiously. “You are permitted to scream,” he said before he thrust deep and filled Landon’s mouth until the head pushed against the back of his throat. Landon moaned happily around Ben’s thickness as he withdrew and then pressed forward again. Ben managed to be aggressive yet tentative as his hips bounced against Landon’s face. It was almost perfect. Landon didn’t feel quite “used” yet. Maybe forcefully allowed to perform a service but not used. He moaned in frustration and waved one of his hands. Ben paused and impressively raised himself with one arm as his other hand slid around Landon’s jaw. “I don’t want to be too rough, Landon. I’ve never really done anything like this and we didn’t decide on like a safe word or anything. Not that you’d be able to actually speak with…” He stopped when Landon shushed him.

“It was really good, actually. We don’t need a safe word, I trust you. But the whole point was supposed to be you using me. So, use me. And don’t break character again, you were so fucking hot!” Landon insisted and Ben’s lips twitched before he squared his jaw and resumed his position above Landon. A moment later, Ben was thrusting deep into Landon’s throat and Landon wished he could see. In his dreams, he could see. He did his best to relax his throat as Ben drove deeper and he gagged. Ben paused again and Landon moaned loudly in complaint. He heard Ben swear softly before he continued. Aside from being a little rougher than the blow-jobs Landon normally performed, he’d rate the experience as vanilla. He didn’t risk making a fool of himself just so they could add a little theatrics. By God, Ben was going to hurt him if it killed Landon.

It took a few more frustrated grunts and moans before Ben gave in and was riding Landon’s face. After a lot of gagging, he felt Ben deep in his throat and his sack pressing against his chin. Which wasn’t comfortable, if Landon was honest. It felt like he had a really large cock in his esophagus. Because he did. But the idea of it had his own cock leaking like a faucet and it was getting harder and harder to keep his hands above his head but he didn’t want to break character and start jerking his own hard-on.

“Enough!” Ben announced firmly as he pulled free from Landon. Then, he was crouching next to Landon and his hands were cradling his face. Ben’s thumbs brushed away the tears that had streamed down Landon’s cheeks. “You did well. Now, you will feed your master,” he stated before he lowered his head and lapped at the pool of pre-cum on Landon’s stomach. Landon shivered with excitement and need.

If Ben had been hesitant before, he was the exact opposite as he attacked Landon’s cock. He sucked. Hard. Landon writhed and gasped as Ben’s hand wrapped tight around his erection and an almost violent orgasm was forced from him. Which was very like the dreams. Ben sucked Landon dry, as if he was trying to extract Landon’s brain from him through his cock. Landon was completely shattered and insensate but moaned at the loss of Ben’s warmth and weight as he rushed from the room. Landon tried to raise his head and call out but his body was still throbbing and his brain couldn’t get the words to his mouth. A few seconds later, Ben was striding back into the room and Landon sighed in relief as his head fell back and his eyes shut. Without warning, warm, slick fingers pushed into his ass. It felt like he was being anointed as Ben’s hands probed Landon’s passage and glided through the cleft of his ass and over his cheeks.

When Ben stood over Landon, slick and stroking his erection until it was glistening and large, it was the most surreal moment of Landon’s life. He felt as drugged and helpless as in his dreams but turned on and fascinated as well. Landon was in a temple and he was about to be gloriously raped by a giant, majestic god. Ben slowly dropped to his knees between Landon’s thighs and moved with the prowling grace of a panther over Landon. He ground his teeth and twisted beneath Ben as Ben’s thick length slid to the hilt, deep into Landon ass with enough force to push Landon across the floor.

“You are permitted to scream.”

Landon screamed as Ben rode him harder and deeper than ever before. Landon wasn’t sure what he’d triggered or what Ben had rubbed on them but he completely let go and fucked Landon like he was trying to force the soul from Landon’s body. Or scare it out. Landon would have reached for Ben’s hips, to hold them off for a moment or get him to back off just an inch, but his hands were manacled by one of Ben’s large hands. A beautiful blend of pain and pleasure tore through Landon as he came all over his chest just before Ben roared and slammed into his ass so hard, Landon passed out. When he came to, Ben was washing his face with kisses and whispering his name urgently.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry!” He whispered urgently as he pulled Landon into his arms. “I got carried away at the end, I think,” Ben said and Landon couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled from his throat.

“Are you kidding? That was epic!” He gasped as he wrapped his arms around Ben. “I don’t think we need to do that ever again but it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Landon exclaimed and Ben’s eyes were wide as he shook his head in confusion.

“I don’t understand at all,” he murmured and Landon winced as he stretched.

“That was so much like my dreams. But if you did the things in your dreams every day, they wouldn’t be very dream-worthy. And it would probably kill me,” he explained and Ben nodded in agreement.

“That was amazing but I didn’t like the part where you gagged or that I hurt you,” Ben said and Landon sighed as he pressed his lips to Ben’s.

“I’m kind of proud that I was able to take all of you. I didn’t mind the pain and I got off on the rest of it though,” he said as he let Ben pull him to his feet. “But I’m going to be sore for a few days.” Landon laughed as his ripped pants and shirt hung from him and Ben grimaced.

“Those weren’t your favorites, were they?” He asked and Landon waved dismissively as he tossed the shredded garments in the waste basket in the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“What’s all over us?” He asked as he smelled his hands and Ben shrugged as he followed him into the bathroom.

“Olive oil. I grabbed it from the kitchen,” he explained. “It seemed a little more fitting than lube. I thought about honey too but the mess would have been awful,” Ben said and Landon’s lips twisted as he considered then shook his head.

“Whatever. I wouldn’t have noticed, I was so out of my mind at that point,” he said and Ben groaned. “In a good way!” Landon promised as he threw his arms around Ben’s neck. He was just about to pull Ben into the shower when there was a firm knock at the front door. Landon frowned as he pulled on a robe and Ben was rushing into the bedroom closet to grab his as Landon went for the door.

“Everything’s fine here,” Landon promised for probably the tenth time to a pair of cops. He offered to let them look around and they declined after they saw Ben peeking behind him. “I have an old football injury and my back acts up,” he lied and they nodded quickly.

“Great. Just keep it down the next time it ‘acts up’,” one of the cops said and the other rolled her eyes sarcastically as she waved them off and was already half way to the elevator.

“I wish my back would act up like that now and then,” she complained as she waited for her partner and the elevator.

“We’ll keep it very quiet from now on,” Landon crossed his fingers over his chest. “I’ll make sure I don’t do anything to bother my back,” he said as he shut the door.