Chapter 94: Found Love Completely

"Please Ben!" Like a breath swallowed by the roar of the storm, he guessed the words more than he heard them, closed his curved lips with his hot mouth, and let his passion wash away every thought as he released one hand and with feverish fingers the disturbing one pushing fabric aside to get across the flat stomach to the chest, looking for hard nipples. He played with them, remembering the effect his touch had on the sensitive skin, and wasn't disappointed when Jiyo Kael moaned into his mouth, the sound fading into a whimper.

Ben's mouth loosened and traveled down his chin and cheek to his neck. His thumb circled Jiyo's chest and slid lower until his fingertips trailed over protruding ribs to search along the narrow waist for the waistband of the pants. Ben's hand found the heat that had spread between Jiyo's legs, clasped the erect member, and began rapid, demanding pumping movements. He got faster and knew too well what Jiyo Kael wanted, what he had always wanted. And he hadn't changed, pushing towards the hand, moving his hips in vain against Ben's weight while his head slumped back, his mouth opening in a sigh as he came over the hand that gripped him.

Ben smiled as he slid his lips over Jiyo Kael's temple, traced the contours of the ear with his tongue, and finally sucked on Jiyo's earlobe until he felt his exhausted breathing quicken again. He sat up and watched Jiyo's arms twitch as if he wanted to grab him and open him again to drag. But Ben had other, more in mind. With skillful movements, he removed Jiyo's pants, then opened his own to quickly strip them off. He moaned as he gripped his own cock, feeling its hardness and impatience.

Unable to wait, he moved over to Jiyo Kael to thrust his tongue into his mouth while his hand ran down his flaccid penis, seeking the entrance behind it.

Jiyo Kael moaned softly, spread his legs, and sought support with his feet to lift his pelvis. His arms wrapped around Ben's shoulders, pulling him closer as if to merge with the other.

Ben's index finger circled the vibrating opening, poking through the muscle's resistance.

Jiyo Kael gasped. An arm fell off Ben, a hand groped searchingly until Ben understood. He broke away from Jiyo's lips as he pushed his finger deeper and with his other hand opened the nightstand drawer. Condoms and lube were part of the basic equipment. He knew Jiyo Kael was never going anywhere without it.

He kissed the other again, this time gently, while his finger began pumping until Jiyo drew his knees closer to his body, holding on with both arms, and opened wider.

The sight of the finger disappearing into the reddened opening drew a hoarse moan from Benjamin. Reluctantly he pulled it out, ripped open a condom packet, and slipped the rubber over his erecting penis. He took a good portion of gel from the tube and spread it between Jiyo's legs and on his penis, moaning when it twitched impatiently.

Without further preparation, he slipped two fingers into Jiyo's cleft, gyrated them, and then spread them to widen the other. His abdomen twitched and the sounds that escaped his lips spoke a language of their own. Benjamin added another finger, thrusting in rhythmic movements until Jiyo Kael trembled. "Now," he whispered breathlessly. "Ben, please now!"
The addressed no longer hesitated, withdrew his fingers, grasped his penis, and pressed it against the throbbing entrance. With a sharp movement of his hips, he thrust forward into the corner, sliding into the willing cave.

He gasped as he pushed his hardness further, deeper until he buried it in Jiyo Kael. For a moment they looked at each other, their eyes finding each other and it was like back then, years ago, when they had been so much more innocent, so much more ignorant. Just for a moment, then they knew that nothing had changed, that they remained the same no matter the circumstances or the place, the country they were in.

Jiyo Kael wrapped his arms around Ben's neck, his legs around his waist until their bodies pressed together until sweat and heat bonded their skin. Ben started a rhythm and Jiyo followed hesitantly, seeking balance, seeking resistance that would allow him to return the thrusts.

Ben's penis was big, long, and hard inside him and his eyes burned as he tried to push away the memory, the memory of what he had long lost. Not knowingly, willingly given up, for how could it be possible to give up something like this?

They were one, dancing as one body and Ben's penis swelled, his movements becoming faster, more impatient. His member pressed deeper, rubbing Jiyo's prostate until Ben stiffened.

Jiyo Kael felt the other coming and at the same time liberating tears broke from his eyelashes, and ran down his cheek until he tasted the salt on his lips.

It was perfect and fatal at the same time. Aroused feelings, reminded of emotions long buried. As Ben pulled away from him, Jiyo Kael turned sideways and curled up, waiting for the other to fall into an inevitable sleep before allowing himself to fly into oblivion. The sun had not yet raised its flaming head above the treetops, and yet the devastation the storm had wreaked was already evident. Leaves, twigs, fence pickets, and objects whose original origin could no longer be determined lay scattered in a chaotic mess. The air seemed cool to him, the pressure that had lurked overhead had magically vanished, carried away by the power of the elements.

The world was a deserted place, gray and lost, breathing loneliness.

Ben leaned against the wall of the house; his eyes closed, felt the freshness of the morning, and wished it could drive away his burning thoughts too.

He could still feel Jiyo's touch on his skin, the hot kisses covering every inch of his body, driving him to ecstasy until he was sure he couldn't take it anymore.

And now he knew he couldn't take it anymore, knew that he wouldn't be able to be separated from the other anymore.

His breath escaped in a long sigh as he tried to ignore the searing pain behind his lids.

There was no way out for Lara, for Jiyo, and if there was a way out, he couldn't find it. And yet it was up to him, and up to him alone, to take matters into his own hands. He would have to make decisions he didn't want to make, the inevitable consequences of which were suffering and danger.

Despite or because of the stab that ran through him like a knife, he opened his eyes and stared tear-blindly at the newborn light, sure it wasn't the first rays of the morning sun that the salty liquid was trying to protect him from.

Jiyo had slept all day motionless, almost rigid, he had been completely kicked out, and not a single attempt by Ben to wake him up had been able to change that. Had it not been for the faint, imperceptible rise and fall of his chest, perceptible only to the trained eye, and an occasional twitch, triggered by one of his dreams, he would have thought him dead.

Ben could remember seeing Jiyo so exhausted before. It had been after Jiyo's second assignment, upon his return to the drug cartel after appearing to have overcome rehab, as well as the spirits of the murdered. They'd watched each other, held on like they never wanted to let go. Words had been unnecessary, they had said everything with their bodies, and given each other the comfort they longed for, finding peace, if only for a short time. But it seemed to have been enough to relieve the tension that Jiyo had never allowed more than a few hours of fitful sleep as long as Ben had known him.

At first, he had worried and tried to wake him up, but finally, he had realized what a gift this deep oblivion was for someone like Jiyo, who normally had to be able to do this at any time of the day or night, from one second to the next, to function perfectly, and for whom, over time, unreserved relaxation had become an impossibility.

And then he'd laid down beside him, spending hours just staring at his face, fascinated by the softness of his features that was hidden when he was awake, hidden behind the rough skin, the gruff tone, the occasional brutality of his actions.

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