The Nothingness of Ben (10 page)

“This one is my alma mater, so of course I’m partial. But the other two are top-shelf. What are your grades like?”

“He got a B once,” Quentin answered for Jason. “A few years ago.”

“Private school?”

Jason looked at Ben.

“No,” Ben answered for him. “They go to public school. It was a thing with my dad.”

“I admire that. But if you’re moving to New York City, public schools are not an option for him.” He turned to Jason. “You are clearly a young genius like your brother.”

“Public school is just fine with me,” insisted Quentin.

Colin grinned knowingly. Ben laughed when he saw that. Mostly because he knew that Colin always had a plan and was probably two steps ahead of Quentin. He reached into his bag.

“Which is why I brought you these,” he said, passing two brochures to Quentin and stunning him into silence. “The first is for LaGuardia Arts, the
public
school for visual arts.” Quentin looked up at him, puzzled. That’s when Colin took a book from his bag and pulled out a paper napkin from between the pages. He handed it to Quentin. “Look familiar?”

“Where did you get this?” An elaborate pen drawing of a New York City street scene, viewed from inside a restaurant, covered the napkin. Cade and Jason both looked over his shoulder.

“Hey,” said Cade, “that’s one of yours!”

“That’s right,” Colin confirmed. “I picked it up off the table when I had dinner with your family. During your visit to New York. You have a great eye.”

Quentin scoffed at the suggestion. “You kept this?”

“Of course. It’s one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. Am I right, David?”

“It is pretty cool,” David agreed.

“Let me see.” Ben held out his hand and Quentin passed him the drawing. Quentin had been scribbling on napkins in restaurants since he was three, and they had all stopped paying attention years ago. Clearly that was a mistake, since Ben could see Quentin’s talents had developed considerably. “This is awesome, little brother. The detail is amazing.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Walsh, your brother is an artist.”

“I’m not an artist,” Quentin protested.

“My friend Stephanie, who owns a gallery down in Soho, begs to differ. I showed it to her. She said if you did napkin drawings of scenes all over New York City, she could make a show out of them.”

“No way,” said Quentin.

“This is Colin, Q. He makes things happen.”

“The other brochure,” Colin continued, “is for a private visual arts school.” Then he reached into his bag and casually added, “That’s if you can’t get into LaGuardia.”

“Please,” Quentin scowled. “I could totally get into that place.”

Nothing like throwing down a challenge to a Walsh
, Ben thought.
Well played, Colin
. Colin pulled out one more brochure and handed it to Cade.

“This is Bolton Academy. It’s an all-boys school that emphasizes athletics as well as academics.”

“You mean like
Dead Poets Society
?” Cade asked.

“Yes,” Colin answered. “But without Robin Williams. Or the unfortunate suicide.”

Ben sat back, amazed. Colin had absorbed all that about his brothers from one dinner two years ago. “I don’t suppose there’s anything in that bag for me?”

“Of course there is, Dorothy.” Colin reached into the bag and pulled out a small white box.

“Are those…?”

“Peanut butter-chocolate brownies from your favorite bakery on
Forty-Eighth Street.”

“I love you, man,” Ben wept, taking the box and smelling it. He opened it up and bit into one of the sweets. “You’ve got to try these,” he said, passing the box to Quentin, who took one and then passed it to Cade.

“Do you work at the same place as Ben?” Jason asked Colin.

“No,” Colin answered, chuckling. “I could never work for my family.”

“Colin has loftier ambitions,” Ben explained. “He works for the ACLU.”

“Cool!” Jason cooed.

“You a lawyer too, David?” Quentin asked.

David grinned and shook his head.

“No. I’m a pilot with JetBlue.”

“No way!” exclaimed Cade. “You fly planes?”

“Yes, I fly planes.”

“Where’d you learn how to do that?”

“In the Air Force.”

That led to a barrage of questions from Quentin and Cade. They wanted to know everything about flying planes. Colin and Jason sat next to each other, looking over the brochures and whispering conspiratorially. Ben knew that Colin had taken him under his wing, and remembered once again that he needed all the help he could get.

When they left for dinner, Ben noticed that Travis’s truck was in the driveway. They hadn’t seen each other since Wednesday night. Two days. It seemed odd, but he brushed the feeling away. When they got home, the truck was gone.

That night, Ben was horny and wanted David to himself. So he looked for the shortest two movies he could find, which turned out to be
Clerks
and
Office Space
. Almost three hours later, the boys went off to bed and Colin politely retired to the guest room with a wink.

“We’ll see what Grindr has to offer.”

“Behave yourself,” Ben chided. “There are children in the house.”

“Yes, Dad.”

After he left, Ben grinned at David. They were sitting on opposite sides of the room.

“Your brothers don’t know we’re dating.”

Ben got up and moved to the other sofa. He reached his hand out and put it on David’s knee.

“No. But I’ll tell them if you think I should. In the scheme of things, it hasn’t been important.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You know what I mean.”

David looked down.

“You haven’t called me since the airport.”

“I know. But when I saw you on the porch today… I’m glad you’re here. I mean that.”

“I’m not going to make a big stink about it. You pretty much get a pass when both your parents die. I just need to know that you want me here. That it wasn’t a mistake, me coming.”

Ben stood up and extended his hand.

“You know I’m not good with words. Can I show you instead?”

David took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up off the sofa. Ben put his arms around David’s waist and lowered his hands until they were cupping the cheeks of his ass. He squeezed and kissed him. The stubble from David’s chin brushed up against Ben’s lips. He found the bottom of David’s shirt and lifted it over his head. David had a powerful torso and chest covered by a sexy coat of dark, coarse hair. Ben lowered his head and ran his tongue over David’s left nipple, at which he jumped and gave out a small cry.

That’s when they both heard a knock on the door.

“Shit,” Ben muttered.

“Who would be stopping by at this time of night?”

“I’ll take care of it. Wait here.”

Ben went to the front door and opened it, knowing exactly who would be there. Travis started talking immediately.

“Ben, I’m so sorry about Wednesday night.”

“Travis….”

“No, please. Let me say this. I had one shot of tequila, which is no excuse, I know that. But I’ve been beating myself up for what I said to you. Honestly. I ain’t thought about nothing else for two days. Ben, I need to tell you something. I….”

“Who is it?”

David had stepped up behind Ben, still shirtless. Travis looked confused.

“Travis, this is David. From New York.”

Travis didn’t move. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t stop staring at David, who wrapped his arms around Ben as he offered his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Travis.”

Travis reached out and shook it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company.”

“Neither did I until he and Colin showed up today.”

“Unexpected,” Travis said, looking down. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll… talk to you later. I’m sorry. Nice to meet you, David.”

“You too.”

Travis spun around and headed down the steps toward the street. Ben closed the door and turned back to David.

“Who’s that?”

“Just some guy my dad took in. He’s nobody, really. Now, where were we before he knocked?” Ben lowered his head and ran his tongue over David’s other nipple. A low bass moan rose out of David’s chest. “That’s where we were. I think it’s time we took this to the bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

Ben reached down and took David’s hand, intertwining their fingers. He led him into the master bedroom, where his parents had slept. He pushed the ghosts to the corners of his mind and sat David down on the bed, then turned around to close the door.

“Take off your pants,” Ben ordered.

David stood up and kicked off his shoes, knowing better than to remove his socks. He unzipped his fly, pushed his jeans to the floor, stepped out of them, and tossed them into the corner of the room with his foot.

“Get on your knees.”

David obeyed, eying Ben’s crotch as he stepped in front of him. Ben reached out and grabbed the back of David’s head, forcing his mouth onto Ben’s denim-covered dick. David gnawed at it while Ben moaned. After a moment, Ben pulled away and stepped back.

“Look at me.”

David tilted his head up and their eyes met. He looked hungry, ready for a fix. Ben peeled off his shirt.

“Shoes.”

David bent over and undid the laces of Ben’s running shoes, then pulled them off. He almost reached for the socks but thought better of it and pulled back.

Ben paused for effect.

“Socks.”

He lifted each foot as David peeled off the socks.

“Look at me.”

David looked up again. Ben undid his zipper and opened his pants. He pulled out his cock and held it at the base. There were bigger dicks in the world, Ben knew that, but he’d never seen anything as perfect as his own cut eight inches. His cock was a work of art, straight as an arrow and beautifully proportioned. David sat back on his heels and looked at it, waiting for permission to take it into his mouth. With his jeans still on, Ben stepped forward and slapped him on the face with it. He teased David by rubbing the head along his lips, knowing full well that he wouldn’t try to suck it until Ben gave him permission.

“What do you think?”

“Please let me suck it.”

“I don’t know,” said Ben doubtfully as he continued to rub his cock on David’s face. “You gonna do a good job?”

“It will be the best blow job you’ve ever had.”

“You going to take it all the way down your throat?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Even if you choke?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you beg me to stop?”

“Don’t listen to me, sir. Just keep fucking my throat.”

Ben stepped back again and shucked his jeans.

“Good answer.”

David looked at him, and Ben made sure to put a cocky grin on his face.

“Have at it, airman.”

David reached out and pulled Ben toward him while he took the stiff dick into his mouth. He didn’t stop until Ben’s cock rammed down the back of his throat. He went perfectly still, breathing through his nose, concentrating on the suppression of his gag reflex. Ben knew he would stay that way until tears started streaming down his face. Finally, they did. David choked and pulled off. That’s when Ben grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back down on his wet prick.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

Ben started to fuck the back of his throat, which made David go wild, moaning and crying at the same time. It was so hot Ben thought he might come, so he grabbed David by the hair and tilted his head back, then bent over and kissed him. He could feel David trembling. He pulled away and said, “Facedown on the bed.”

David sprang up off the floor and lay down on his stomach. Ben reached over and peeled off his briefs. On the long list of things that Ben appreciated about David, his ass came in at number one. Most people called it a bubble butt, but Ben heard someone call it an onion ass once, because that was an ass that made you cry. Ben liked that better.

“Get your cheeks in the air.”

David complied.

Ben knelt down between David’s legs and spread his ass cheeks, revealing the entry point. He bent forward and ran his tongue lightly over the crack. David jumped.

“Sir, please eat my ass.”

“You can do better than that.”

“Sir, I’m begging you to fuck me with your tongue. Please, sir.”

So Ben thrust his tongue deep into David’s asshole. They were both in heaven. Ben could eat ass all day and night, and he pushed David further and further, until he was biting down on one of the pillows and clenching the bedsheets with his fists.

“Sir, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. If you don’t fuck me….”

David had brought his bag into the room earlier that evening and set it next to the bed. He reached down while Ben continued to rim his ass and undid one of the zippers. He pulled out condoms and lube and threw them back onto the bed next to Ben. Without stopping his tongue assault, Ben ripped open one of the packages and rolled the condom onto his cock, and then rubbed it with a small dab of lube. He lay down on top of David, rubbing his dick against his ass crack. Without using his hands, Ben guided the head of his cock into position against David’s puckered asshole. Their bodies stopped as Ben entered him and inched forward.

Ben reached down and ran his fingers through David’s thick hair, then ran his chin across the back of David’s neck. David bucked up and got about four inches of cock at once, which caused him to squirm and pull away.

“Get on your back,” Ben said.

David flipped over underneath him. He lifted his legs and guided Ben’s dick back into his ass. They looked at each other and smiled. David’s eyes flashed as if he had a card to play. He lifted his legs higher, until his socked feet were rubbing all over Ben’s face.

“You fucker,” Ben growled.

“Come on, stud. Get those socks off.”

Ben peeled off the socks and buried his face in the soles of David’s feet. Ben became instantly enthralled and David knew it.

“You like those big slabs of airman feet, don’t you?”

“You know I love ’em, fucker.”

“Show me, sir.”

Ben licked the soles and then took each toe into his mouth. After he had showered David’s feet with attention, Ben leaned in to kiss him and they started to fuck in earnest. They discarded their characters and held onto each other as Ben pounded away. David didn’t touch himself while they screwed. Ben hated when he did that and wasn’t shy about telling him so. As he threw his thrusts into fifth gear, Ben felt the heat of orgasm rising in his balls. David urged him on.