Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

20. Ben And Benji

***SMUT!!***

"Oh, wow," Benji exclaimed as he ran his hand over the motorcycle. "It's sexy. This is the one you had built?"

The custom Harley-Davidson was hot -- black, red and chrome, all perfectly shiny. Benji walked around the big bike while Ben stood to the side with his hands across his chest.

"This is the one," Ben said. He lowered his voice to a husky growl. "You're gonna look damn good sitting on the back of it. And you're gonna look even better bent over it."

Benji's eyes darted to the salesman standing a few yards away. He tugged the front of his shirt down over his groin. "Hurry up and sign the paperwork, Ben."

Once they got home, they dropped Ben's truck off and Benji got his helmet. He strapped the helmet on and stopped. He stared at the bike, but couldn't bring himself to get on.

"You okay, baby?" Ben asked.

Benji looked over at Ben. Ben was looking at him, but he couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. He still knew that Ben's expression was concerned. Benji couldn't help but think of the accident and how Ben had been hurt.

"Come here," Ben said quietly. He pulled Benji close and put his arms around the smaller man.

Benji leaned against Ben and breathed in his musky scent, which calmed him a little bit.

"You don't have to be scared, baby," Ben whispered. "I'll be extra careful."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"I just don't want you to get hurt." Benji took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. I can do this. I do this all the time."

He hopped on the back of the bike and grabbed onto Ben with a death grip. Ben throttled the engine and with a roar they took off.

As they drove, Benji started to relax. He forgot how much he loved riding with Ben. It felt good, the wind on his face, the rumbling vibrations underneath his butt, Ben's hard body in front of him.

After a leisurely two-hour ride, taking mostly deserted back roads, they finally returned home. Once they pulled the bike into the garage, Ben dropped the kickstand and cut the engine off.

"That was fun," Benji said.

Ben got off the chopper and rolled his head on his shoulders, stretching and popping his neck. Benji watched him stretch his arms over his head.

Benji wet his lips. Damn, his man looked good. He still had his sunglasses and half-helmet on with the strap unbuckled, and with his thick horseshoe biker 'stache, it made him really look the part of a tough biker. Benji could see the outline of Ben's semi-hard dick pushing down the pant leg of his worn blue jeans. His shirt had damp sweat stains soaking the armpits. Benji's husband was a man, no doubt about it. Riding on the bike had him half-erect. Looking at Ben got him the rest of the way there.

"Shut the garage door, Ben," Benji said while he groped his dick in his jeans. His voice was quiet and husky and Ben's eyes snapped up to Benji's.