Bird Came Down

Upstairs in his room, Ben looked at the floor and then up into Felix’s face, gripping his shoulders. He pressed his mouth to Felix’s and then parted from him. Felix leaned in and kissed him, pushing him to the bed and they kissed, Felix’s hands going through Ben’s golden hair, Ben’s hands running over Felix’s scalp that had a day’s growth of hair. Felix pushed Ben onto the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I forgot you were hairy?”

“What’s that mean?”

Felix ran a finger down the red gold hair going down Ben’s stomach.

“It means I miss your hairy belly.”

He pulled down Ben’s pants and said, “You still don’t wear underwear. I could see your dick through your pants the moment I walked into the Pub.”

Felix bent down and Ben moaned when Felix took him in his mouth. Felix had only had sex with Ben once, and his one regret was Ben’s dick. Like a lot of little guys, his got bigger and bigger in Felix’s mouth, and it wasn’t hard to pleasure him. Ben wasn’t one of those men who would put his hand on Felix head and try to deep throat him. He just let out small cusses while Felix worked.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop!” Ben said. “Let me do you.”

So they undressed and did each other in Ben’s bedroom and Felix noticed for a moment that Ben’s bed was clean, and his room clean. He had planned for this. Felix lay on his back, holding Ben’s cock in his mouth, his hands running up and down his thighs, massaging his ass, running up his back, and Ben lay across him, sucking him, bending to lick his balls, to eat his ass. Felix pulled Ben from his mouth.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Um hum,” Ben started, then stopped eating Felix and said, “Yes. I want to look at you. I want to do it face to face. Look into your eyes.”

Scott liked that too. As off putting as it could be, Felix preferred that to men who closed their eyes and had actually thrown men out of his house for looking in the other direction.

They shifted, kneeling naked in front of each other.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” Ben asked him.

“Do you need to?”

Ben was stroking his dick to keep it hard.

“I’d rather not,” he said. “I’d like to pretend we’re at the place where we don’t need it. I know we’re not, though. I…”

“Who’ve you been with?”

“You know me. Before you met me I hadn’t had sex in two years.”

That was true. Felix chose not to say that it was interesting he had broken his streak with April and not him.

“Just fuck me, Ben. Do you have… something?”

“Like… lube?”

“Like lube.”

“Shit.”

Ben got up and went to the kitchenette.

“What the hell?” he murmured.

He pulled out the Wesson and stuck his dick in the cooking oil.

Felix was nonplussed. He only said, “Bring the bottle with you. We might need more.”

His dick dripping oil, Ben knelt between Felix’s legs, and they fitted themselves together, both of them grunting, their eyes bulging.

“I’m in,” Ben said.

Felix laughed and then winced, and Ben laughed too and then they began to rock together, Felix drawing Ben into his arms, wrapping his thighs around Ben’s body, pulling him in, running his hands down Ben’s back and pulling his face to him, kissing him.

Their bodies were pressed tight, their hands gripping, their mouths locked. Ben’s face and body arched up and when he came, he came laughing. He’d barely finished and came mostly on the bed sheets when Felix, covered in sweat, turned him on his stomach and fucked him aggressively until he came too. In the aftermath of it they lay trembling side by side, touching hands lightly, dicks still hard and wet.

After a bit Felix reached for his cigarettes and when Ben inhaled the smoke he said, “are you going to share.”

Felix passed it and then after Ben took too drags Felix said, “Actually you should get your own. Do you have an ashtray?”

Ben got up, his belly slick with semen and sweat.

“Do you want to get cleaned off?” he asked Felix.

“Not just yet,” Felix said. “Not at all, really And that’s not like me.”

Ben brought back a saucer, placed it between them, and collapsed on his back, exhaling smoke.

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Not today,” Felix said. “Do you have to get back to work?”

Ben shook his head.

“I was done when I was with you.”

Felix ashed his cigarette.

“Whaddo we do now?”

“We used to just spend the whole day together and not worry about it,” Ben said.

Felix nodded.

“It’s easy to be with you,” Ben said. “Too easy.”

“You need to ash that cigarette.”

Ben did so.

“Whaddo you mean too easy?” Felix said.

“I took us for granted before,” Ben said. He stubbed out his cigarette and turned on his side. “That’s enough for now.”

Felix agreed with that and crushed his out too.

When Felix turned around to face him, Ben touched his thigh.

“We could sit around, talk, read books, hang out. Fuck when we feel like it. Go out to eat. I’ll play you guitar like I used to, and we can fuck some more.”

“Are you trying to get me back?”

Ben leaned across him and kissed him for a long time, sliding his hand between Felix’s thighs.

“I’m just trying to keep doing what we’ve already started.”

“You have eggs?” Felix said, curiously, pulling them out of the refrigerator. “And butter?”

“I’m a reformed vegetarian,” Ben said. He stood in the living room toweling himself after their shower, and Felix was dressed again.

“No longer Orthodox? Then you have cheese?”

“I do,” Ben wrapped the towel around his waist and came to the refrigerator, making an excuse to touch Felix’s hand as he pulled out a bag of shredded cheese.

“I hope you like it shredded cause that’s all I’ve got.”

“Shredded is fine.”

Felix reached for the Wesson.

“You’re going to cook with that?”

“Why not?”

“We stuck out dicks in that.”

“And then we stuck our dicks in each other’s mouths,” Felix said. “And then we stuck our dicks in each other, which is the same place this food is going, only this time the grease will be heated until it fries, so I don’t see that it really matters.”

“Do you want me to do the vegetables?”

“Too many cooks in the kitchen is never a good thing. You just sit on the couch and play guitar or something.”

Ben nodded and left the kitchen while Felix poured oil into the skillet and cut a little bit of butter.

“I wish,” Ben began, strumming his guitar, “that they had vegetarian fried chicken.”

“I wish,” Felix replied as the oil and butter began to hiss, “that you had told me you were done being a vegetarian.”

Felix cracked two eggs, and from the living room he heard Ben sing:

“Saying I love you

Is not the words I want to hear from you

It's not that I want you

Not to say, but if you only knew.”

“Really, Ben,” Felix murmured, “Extreme?”

“How easy it would be to show me how you feel!

More than words is all you have to do to make it real

Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me!

Cos I'd already know….”

Felix salted and peppered the eggs and Ben said, “I can’t hear you singing?”

“Nor will you,” Felix said.

Ben continued:

“What would you do if my heart was torn in two?

More than words to show you feel

That your love for me is real…”

while Felix pretended to be embarrassed and stood over the stove, watching the eggs, turning to the vegetables, pulling spinach leaves apart and wondering why it couldn’t have always been this way.

Felix turned around suddenly, and Ben was standing in the kitchen in shorts and a tee shirt strumming his guitar.

“Hold me close don't ever let me go

More than words is all I ever needed you to show

Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me…”

He threw back his head and howled, strumming his guitar:

“Cos I'd….. already…. Knooooooow.”

“Get out Ben.”

“Da da dada dada…” Ben sang leaving the kitchenette, “More than words…”