Casual (Sex) Friday (66 Faces) (5 page)

"
Laundry," Calvin said as he walked out of the kitchen with purpose. Ben followed him leisurely. By the time Ben made it to the stairs, Calvin was already coming back down the stairs, laundry basket in front of him. He grabbed the dirty shirt Ben had borrowed and went through a door that connected to the garage, where the washer and dryer were.

After starting a load, Calvin stood in the doorway, eyeing Ben like the most delicious steak in the world. Ben gave Calvin a flirty smile. "I believe a nap was next on your list." He was one hundred percent in favor of a "nap".

"That's right." The conversational tone in Calvin’s voice belied the heated gaze that moved up and down Ben's body. "Hosting Sunday dinner is tiring. Gotta make sure I'm up for the task." Calvin stepped forward, hesitated, and held out his hand. Ben stared at it. Hand holding. That was … definitely intimate. But what the hell. Ben took Calvin's hand and followed him up the stairs.

They passed the room where they had been Friday and continued down the hall to the next room, which judging by the bed and personal items was Calvin's bedroom. In addition to all of the normal bedroom furniture, though, to Ben’s surprise, was a camera secured to a tripod on the side of the bed. On the nightstand, a monitor connected to the camera.

Wow. "I didn't realize you were that into … uh, exhibitionism."

"I'm not
that
into it." Calvin pulled Ben to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "This is above and beyond. I set it up for you."

"Me?"

"We can nap. For real nap. That really is what I typically do after groceries. Or we could …
nap.
"
Calvin raised his eyebrows when he said nap. Ben wanted to
nap
. He was already aching and dying to get out of his pants.

"Okay.
Nap
. Definitely
nap
."

Calvin dropped his arm from Ben and walked to the camera. He turned it on and almost immediately the monitor displayed the camera's view. It was only the bedspread for now. Calvin took off his jeans and boxers.

"What, no bikini briefs?"

Calvin shrugged and grinned. "They're in the laundry."

"Of course. Silly me." Ben walked over to Calvin and stood in front of him. He put his hand on Calvin's chest and just felt.

Calvin took off Ben's T-shirt and then knelt down and unbuttoned Ben's pants. Ben watched, entranced by the contrast of their skin, as Calvin nuzzled his stomach. Ben combed his hand through Calvin's hair, watching the strands fall between his fingers. When his boxers were removed, Calvin nuzzled lower and lower, but somehow always seemed to avoid Ben's cock, which was now fully hard.

"Where do you want me?" Ben hoped he would be able to see the monitor.

Calvin stood and pushed Ben down onto the bed. "Head on the pillow."

Perfect
. He could turn his head to the side and see what the camera saw, which was currently a view of Calvin's ass as he crawled around on all fours, arranging Ben to his liking. The purple butt plug might as well have been a bull's eye in Calvin. It was so very tempting, and Ben was happy to be moved and arranged if it meant he could watch Calvin move around on the monitor.

Calvin made a shushing sound; Ben hadn't realized he whimpered. He looked away from the monitor to see Calvin staring at him with an impish grin spread across his face. Ben ran his hand through Calvin's hair, mussing it to complete the imp look.

Calvin put his chin on Ben's stomach. His skin burned as Calvin dragged his stubbly chin down, and Ben felt a small thrill of delight when the skin turned red in the wake. When Calvin's chin almost brushed against Ben's cock, Calvin buried his face in Ben's stomach—he seemed to really like doing that, much to Ben's eternal frustration.

Ben looked back at the monitor. Focusing on anything other than the plug was difficult; it was so enticing that Ben wanted to find a condom, some lube, and replace the purple plug with his dick.

He forgot all about finding supplies when Calvin's mouth sank down over his cock. Ben closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. His cock was thoroughly wetted and warmed before—too soon—Calvin took his mouth away. Ben opened his eyes, looking down his body. Calvin looked up and winked at him. He sat up, and Ben tried to follow, but Calvin held him down.

"Patience, Ben."

Ben grimaced. "You try being patient."

Calvin smirked and leaned over Ben to reach the nightstand. Ben ran his hand along Calvin's sides. "And who was the one grocery shopping with that thing in him?" Calvin asked, waving at the monitor and the bright purple plug. After rummaging in the bedside table, he pulled back, supplies in-hand. He slid the condom over Ben's cock and applied some lube. He reached around and, as Ben looked at the monitor, toyed with the plug, pulling it out almost to the girth, then letting it get sucked back in.

"Cal," Ben groaned. Calvin was being mean, teasing him. Ben was torn between watching Calvin in his pleasure in this one moment in time and moving on to the next moment in time, when they would take their pleasure together. Calvin finally pulled the plug out and stretched himself with more lube then turned and faced the camera while he straddled Ben's hips. Calvin reached beneath him and grabbed Ben's cock, positioning himself over it. He slowly sank down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Ben watched the monitor, watching every twitch of muscle, intake of breath.

When Calvin was fully seated, he kept his eyes closed and rolled his neck around on his shoulders. Then he felt around for the lube and squeezed some into his hand and began working his cock. As his hand slid up and down and twisted round, Calvin began to move his body in time. He braced his left hand behind him on Ben's chest, his torso angled back, stretched taut for the camera.

Ben tore his gaze away from the monitor and back to Calvin. He placed his hands on Calvin's hips, feeling the skin slide under his hands as Calvin rode him steadily.

On the monitor, Calvin's head was thrown back, his eyes closed. A dark flush covered his chest and neck, shiny with a fine layer of sweat. Every line in Calvin's posture screamed his arousal and the sight took Ben's own pleasure that much higher. Calvin's movements grew hurried and desperate as his muscular legs lifted his body and let it drop again.

Ben watched, waiting for the signs that Calvin approached climax. When Ben heard Calvin start making breathy whimpering sounds above him Ben studied his face—he was reaching and so close. Calvin let out a moan as come erupted from his cock and splashed on his chest and stomach. Between the look on Calvin’s face and his tight channel massaging Ben's cock, Ben was gone. The pleasure moved through his body and he called out Calvin's name, thrusting up as far as he could into Calvin.

Calvin slumped forward so that the monitor showed only the top of his head and his chest in shadow. He took several deep breaths and trailed his fingers up and down Ben's thighs.

Ben's eyes drifted shut and he moved from the world of the visual into the world of touch, simply feeling the fingers on his skin, Calvin's weight on his pelvis, the feel of Calvin's legs bracketing his body. It was oddly comfortable. For Ben, sex had become focused on arousal, lust, visible reactions and actions. But this peace was refreshing.

After several long moments, Calvin pulled himself off Ben and left the room. Ben peeked at the monitor—he was an island of flesh on an ocean of fabric, floating relaxed and naked. The only anachronism to the picture was the used condom he still wore. Ben grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and wadded up the condom in it. His skin was still too sensitive to do much more clean up than that. He looked back at the door, waiting for Calvin to return.

Calvin came back, sans come on his stomach. He turned off the electronics and crawled up the bed, pulling up with him a blanket that had fallen on the floor.

"Nap for real this time?" Calvin asked as he covered them in the blanket.

"Sounds good to me." Ben's thoughts drifted lazily as he waited for sleep to claim him. On Friday, if someone had told him that two days later he'd be in bed, naked, with Calvin, he'd have laughed in their face. Now, pretty visions of an impish smile floated through his head as he fell asleep.

After the nap, Ben found himself back in the kitchen chopping mushrooms for a salad. Just as he finished the last mushroom, someone knocked on the door, then, without waiting for anyone to answer it, let themselves in. Calvin was outside at the grill, so Ben looked into the hallway. Michelle had arrived along with a willowy woman.

Michelle spotted Ben. "Ah, you're that guy from the other night."

"Ben."

"Right. Ben, this is Kathryn." Michelle gestured between the two. "Kathryn, Ben."

"It's nice to meet you," Ben said. Michelle set down a loaf of bread and pulled Kathryn outside without another word said. Ben went back to chopping—cucumber this time. He hoped Michelle was simply focused rather than actively disliking him—that would make for a long, awkward evening.

Calvin came in and out of the kitchen ferrying plates, glasses, and food outside. Michelle dominated the conversation throughout dinner, deftly steering and shaping it, eliciting responses from others as needed.

After dinner had been cleared, Michelle brought out four shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. Calvin groaned. "Really, Michelle?"

She shrugged. "Someone finished off my amaretto last night." She gave Kathryn a fond smile. "This is what I had left."

Calvin turned to Ben. "Every now and then Michelle decides we need to get really drunk and … what is it you say?"

"Purge ourselves of that which holds us back." Michelle doled out the tequila. "To new friends."

"And old ones." Calvin clinked his glass with Ben's and threw back the shot. Ben followed suit and shuddered. He hated tequila. It made him feel like shit.

"Wanna play rat screw?" Michelle looked at Kathryn, who pulled out a large pile of cards held together with a hair tie.

"What's rat screw?" Ben asked. It sounded weird and slightly wrong.

"Card game. Put down a card, if you get a face card there are so many chances to get another face card, slap the pile on doubles. Goal is to get all the cards. Mess up and you take a shot … and a truth or dare."

Calvin leaned over and spoke in Ben's ear. "I think she's curious about you. She hasn't regressed to middle school games before." He nipped at Ben's earlobe. "Maybe she'll suggest spin the bottle next."

"As long as I always get you." Last time he'd played spin the bottle in mixed company, he ended up kissing every single woman at the party and gone home wearing the most peculiar lavender shade of lipstick.

Ben, being very new to the game of rat screw, got drunk very fast. He opted for truth each time because he wasn't sure if he trusted Michelle or not. "You're no fun," she said, the sixth time he'd chosen truth.

"Yeah, well, hit me with your worst."

Michelle looked at him. "How'd your last relationship end?"

Calvin glared at her. "You're gonna feel like such a bitch if it turns out his last sig other died or something." Calvin looked at Ben. "He didn't, did he?" Ben shook his head.

Michelle smirked. "Eventually I'll find something to make him afraid of Truth, and then we can really have some fun with him."

Calvin glared at her. "You know, I kind of want him to be willing to come back." Michelle just shrugged again and turned her full attention on Ben.

Ben felt extremely floaty and felt like talking. So he told them. "My last boyfriend …" Calvin and Michelle stopped arguing. "We'd been together like … eight years. Met in high school."

"Eight years!" Kathryn sounded shocked. Ben didn't understand why. Plenty of people were together for eight years. More, even.

"Yep. So Brad was super vanilla, right? Blowjobs and standard sexual positions. And totally clammed up when I'd bring up anything outside the realm of vanilla. Like tattoos. But that's ok. Cause I loved him. So around Memorial Day he went out of town, right?"

"Memorial Day when?" Michelle interrupted.

"MMmmm … two thousand annnd nine … yeah. Anyway, he went out of town. And Jeremy—he moved away last year—he invited me to his house party to meet his latest boy … Jeremy enjoyed a more, um, intense style of relationship."

"You went to a BDSM house party?" Calvin didn't have to look so surprised. Really, Ben thought, it was a little insulting.

"Sure, why not?"

"Just didn't see you as the type."

Ben shrugged. "Anyway. Jeremy's boy was a sweet little guy. Really shy though. So I was talking to them, and then a man came in with Brad on a leash. Brad never met Jeremy, so I guess it never occurred to him that I'd be there." Ben's hands shook, but he managed to pour himself a half shot and down it. "So I watch, because I'm shocked as hell, right? After the golden shower chair, he puts him on a St. Andrew's Cross, attaches some weights to his balls, and just goes to fucking town." Ben didn't want to think about the expression on Kathryn's face, so he looked at his hands. "And I left. Cause, yeah. Everything I thought … believed about Brad was fake. Total lie."

"So you broke up with him?"

"Uh … yeah."
Duh
.

"Well," Michelle said, "with our boy Calvin here? What you see is what you get."

Ben gave a short laugh and looked at Calvin. "Calvin's not a boy."

"True, true."

Calvin scooted his chair over and put his arm around Ben's shoulders. It was awkward with the armrests between them, but Ben didn't care. It was getting chilly and Calvin was warm. Ben closed his eyes, the card (drinking) game forgotten, and listened to the sounds of Calvin and the others talking while he just enjoyed the feeling of existing.

Sometime later, Calvin gave his shoulders a quick squeeze. "Come on Ben, the girls are leaving."

Calvin guided Ben to the front door. Michelle gave him a kiss on both cheeks. "Bye, Ben. Hope to see you next time."

The door shut and Calvin turned to Ben. "You are totally sloshed."

Ben nodded. "A little."

"Let me drive you home?"

Ben pulled out his phone to check the time and the bus schedule. The last bus was in forty minutes. He wanted to spend more time with Calvin, and he didn't want to take the bus home. "Okay."