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Ben kissed Evan again, headily licking into his mouth. He tasted of mint toothpaste and warmth, woodsy from his aftershave and from his natural odor.
"You smell so fucking good," Ben whispered through his tight throat, slotting his thigh between Evan's. "How are you real?"
Evan laughed softly.
"You sure have a way with words, Ben," he remarked with bittersweet amusement.
"Shut up," Ben responded, silencing Evan with another kiss. He ran one hand down Evan's abdomen and sneaked it under the hem of Evan's sleep shirt, letting his palm explore Evan's warm ribs. He ran his hand up Evan's chest and felt for a nipple. Finding one, he pinched gently, coaxing a soft moan from out of Evan.
Ben leaned down and nipped at Evan's neck until Evan tossed his head to one side, granting Ben access to his throat, and Ben gave him a long lick, ending with a nibble at Evan's earlobe.
Evan made a soft, airy sound, his cock beginning to twitch against Ben's thigh. Ben nibbled up the shell of Evan's ear, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin there. It was difficult to be sad when Evan made such pretty little noises. Ben wanted this moment to last forever.
Evan shuddered and slid one palm over Ben's ribs, the fingers of his other hand tightening a little in the hair at Ben's nape, sending electric shivers cascading down Ben's spine.
Ben pinched Evan's nipple again, earning a groaned, "Ben."
"So pretty, sweet thing," Ben murmured against Evan's ear. He dipped down and licked the side of Evan's throat again, still feeling Evan up with one hand. Evan made another high sound of hunger. "Tell me what you want."
"Want you," Evan breathed. "Want you to touch me."
"I am touching you," Ben told him, stilling his hand. "Is this all you want?"
"No, fuck," Evan said, his hips flexing beneath Ben's thigh. "Fuck. Ben."
"Ask," Ben instructed, a pained, crooked little smile playing on his lips.
Evan groaned in frustration.
"You know what I want," he said.
"I don't, though," Ben replied, smiling in spite of himself. "Touch you like this?" He pulled his hand out from beneath Evan's shirt, running his fingers up Evan's arm and over his shoulder.
"Fucking tease," Evan groused. "I want you to touch my— my dick."
"Was that so hard?" Ben asked, reaching down and rubbing his open palm over the erection flying half-mast in Evan's lounge pants.
"Ngh. Not like that— please, Ben," Evan pleaded, pulling Ben closer. "What? Do you want me to beg for it?"
"Yeah," Ben murmured huskily. "You're so pretty when you beg, sweetheart."
"Fuck off," Evan muttered. "No, I didn't mean— Ben. Please don't stop touching me. I'm sorry." His hips flexed again, cock twitching beneath Ben's palm.
"Good, sweetheart. What else do you want?" Ben asked with a smile.
"Kiss me," Evan asked breathlessly. "Please, Ben. Kiss me, touch me."
Ben kissed him, tasting the frustration on Evan's lips like honey. Evan twined his fingers in Ben's hair and pulled him closer, kissing him hard.
"Teasing me, saying you wanna suck me off and then making me beg for it," Evan complained into Ben's mouth.
"Wanna make sure you want it," Ben murmured, nibbling again on Evan's ear. "Wanna make sure it's not just me."
"I do want it," Evan moaned immediately, shifting in the bed. "Please, Ben. I want your mouth on me. Think about you all the time. God, I wish you could fuck me."
"I do, too, sweet thing," Ben murmured, laying a string of kisses down Evan's neck. "Think about touching you all the time. Think about how pretty you looked when I was fucking you, back in that shitty hotel in Gorham."
Evan moaned softly, pulling Ben close again, pressing their foreheads together.
Ben ground his thigh down against Evan's crotch, and Evan made a small, choked sound of desire.
"I want you, Ben, I want you so bad," Evan said, hissing in a breath as he ground his hardening cock up against Ben's thigh. "Wanna see your mouth stretched around me. Please."
"There, now was that so hard?" Ben asked again. He paused a moment to fumble with the bedside light, flicking it on so Evan could see him.
"You're a tease," Evan groaned. "Fuck, this doesn't feel fair."
"What doesn't feel fair?" Ben asked, hesitating.
"I wanna suck you off," Evan bemoaned. "I want you to fuck me. I don't want to be the only one who gets something out of this."
"You aren't, sweet thing," Ben crooned, doing his best to wrap his fingers around the cock still hidden by lounge pants. Evan whimpered, a small, soft sound that he couldn't help. "I want to suck you off and make you come. You're so fucking hot when you come, Evan. I love watching you come."
"But..." Evan said breathlessly, uncertainly.
Ben slipped his hand into Evan's lounge pants, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers. Evan's quiet yelp petered into a moan of desire.
"Oh, fuck," Evan breathed. "Please keep touching me."
Ben lifted himself back up to kiss Evan, licking his way into Evan's mouth. Evan moaned again, the sound vibrating on Ben's lips, and Ben moaned in involuntary response.
"Let me undress you," Ben whispered, gazing into Evan's good eye.
"Y— yeah," Evan exhaled shakily. With Ben's help, he sat up, and Ben tugged his shirt over his head, revealing in the golden lamplight the bright white bandages against lightly tanned skin, and scars, and freckles scattered like stars. Ben tossed the shirt aside on the chair and Evan laid down again, kissed by the glow of the lamp, spread on the bed like an angel.
Ben leaned down and kissed above the bandage over Evan's chest, pressing his love in a touch to the worst of the burn scarring. He hoped that one day, he would be able to press a kiss to that knife scar, too, one that he had put there out of desperation and grief.
"You're beautiful," Ben whispered reverently, skipping over the bandage to lick at Evan's dark nipple. It pebbled beneath his tongue, and he sucked on it, making Evan whine wordlessly and squirm. "So sweet for me, aren't you?"
"Y— yeah," Evan breathed out softly. "Being sweet for you. Love being sweet for you, darling."
Ben squeezed his eyes closed, overwhelmed momentarily by the feelings cascading over him at the pet name.
"God, I love you," he murmured when he could breathe again. "Love how sweet you are for me, too," he added, giving Evan's cock a firm stroke over his pants and getting a groan in response. "Hips up for me, sweetheart."
Evan obligingly lifted his hips a little from the bed, and Ben maneuvered his weight so he could pull down Evan's lounge pants and underwear in one motion. Evan's cock sprang out, flushed prettily, with gleaming precome smeared across the tip.
"Fuck, you're pretty," Ben whispered, pressing a kiss to the junction between Evan's thigh and pelvis. Evan made a soft noise and twined his fingers in Ben's hair.
Ben pushed Evan's pants and underwear down the rest of the way, kicking them off the bottom of the bed, leaving Evan nude and gorgeous. Ben could still count the ribs in Evan's sides, but he was regaining his weight more quickly than Ben had anticipated he would, his body lithe and corded with new muscle. After the frightening way he had lost weight at Kate's and then Elle's house, it was a relief to see him returning to his graceful predator self.
He still had hickeys scattered across his skin, and Ben smiled with a possessive sort of happiness.
"Why are you still dressed?" Evan complained.
Ben grinned.
"You didn't ask me to get undressed, sweet thing," he teased. The truth was, he had been so focused on undressing Evan that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.
Evan made a discontented noise.
"I want you naked," he said, plucking at Ben's shirt. "Wanna see you. Please."
Ben sat up on his knees and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside on the chair by the bed for later. He stood up and stepped out of his pants and underwear, aware that he, too, was hard and leaking precome.
Evan exhaled with a pleased little noise.
"I want kisses," he demanded. "Let me feel you."
Ben climbed back onto the bed and draped himself over Evan, letting their cocks press against each other. He rolled his hips, and Evan hissed in a breath, rolling his hips, too.
He felt wonderful against Ben, the heat of his skin like a furnace of desire. Ben groaned and rolled his hips again, bending his head and pressing his forehead to Evan's collarbone.
"Fuck, you feel good," Ben breathed, snaking his hand between them to close his fist around both their cocks. He rolled his hips again, and Evan whimpered, soft and high and breathy.
"Ben," Evan stuttered out as he ground his hips up into Ben's fist. "God, Ben."
"Love how you say my name," Ben said against Evan's neck. "You're so good for me. So sweet for me." He bit down.
"Ngh." Evan's hips jerked, his cock rubbing against Ben's, and his hips jerked again.
"Think it's okay if I finger you while I suck you off?" Ben asked, mouthing at Evan's jaw.
Evan choked out another noise.
"Y— yeah," he managed. "Yeah, that should be okay."
"Oh, good," Ben murmured enthusiastically. "Gonna make you come so hard."
"Please," Evan whimpered, his fingers curling in Ben's hair. "Please, darling."
"Let me get the lube," Ben said. He abandoned their cocks and stretched up to kiss Evan, reveling in the soft moan he swallowed out of Evan's mouth.
Evan pulled Ben close into their kiss, so close that Ben almost couldn't hold himself up off Evan's chest. But Ben pulled away, careful not to reinjure or hurt Evan. He knew that Evan must be hurting anyway. Ben had cracked two ribs in a workplace accident once, and he remembered how long it had hurt to breathe. It was honestly amazing that Evan didn't seem too bothered by the pain, most of the time. He was still taking painkillers, though, so Ben knew that he wasn't better by any means.
"Careful," Ben admonished gently. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm fine," Evan replied, grimacing slightly. "Fuck the pain, I want you to touch me."
"I know, sweetheart," Ben soothed, kissing Evan again. "And I am. But I don't need to hurt you more than you're already hurting."
"I'm fine," Evan repeated. "You're not making anything worse than it is."
Ben hummed noncommittally, not sure if he fully believed Evan. But Evan was an adult and knew his own limits, so Ben didn't argue.
"Touch yourself for me, sweetheart," Ben instructed him instead. "I'm gonna grab the lube."
Evan swallowed and nodded as Ben climbed off him, elegant fingers closing around himself to stroke his cock. He petted his fingertips over the tip and through the shiny precome, making a small noise in the back of his throat as he did.
Ben went over to their bags and riffled through Evan's, searching for the bottle of lube. Finding it, he turned, but he didn't crawl back onto the bed yet. Instead, he preferred to stand and watch as a flushed Evan stroked himself so prettily, cock drooling precome over his fingers.
"Shit, you look so good," Ben murmured. He didn't want this to be the last time he got to watch Evan touch himself. He didn't want it to be the last time he got to be with Evan like this.
"Bet I'd look even better under you," Evan retorted.
Ben grinned over his inner pain. How badly he wished he could fuck Evan — no — make love to him, sweet, the way that Evan deserved. How badly he wished he could fuck Evan into the mattress, too, fast and greedy the way that Evan had begged him to do in that shitty hotel in Gorham.
"You would, sweet thing," he agreed, "but I'm enjoying this, too. I like getting to feast my eyes on you while you touch yourself for me."
Evan laughed.
"Feast your eyes, huh?" he asked, amused. "Feast away, then."
Evan ran one hand up his own thigh and hip, then up his ribs, pinching his own nipple. He groaned softly, tilting his head back against the pillows, and flicked his nipple with his fingertip, putting on a show for Ben. His hips jerked a little as he touched himself, his other hand still tight around his weeping cock, and Ben swallowed hard. It was nearly impossible to stay put, to not pounce on Evan and touch him the way Evan was touching himself, but Ben forced himself to stay still, hunger in his gaze, trying to memorize the sight in case it was his last time seeing Evan this way.
Evan's fingers curled over the head of his cock, smearing precome between those dextrous fingers, and he whined softly to himself.
"Good," Ben breathed. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, just like that. Look at you, touching yourself just for me. You make me wanna suck you off and fuck you 'til you forget your own name. Maybe I'd fuck you right through your first orgasm again, since you're so pretty when you come."
"Ngh," Evan whimpered, his fist jerking out of tempo on his cock. He had to release his fist for a moment, splaying his hand on the bedspread. "Keep talking like that, and you're gonna make me come."
"You're so responsive," Ben marveled. "Even touching yourself, you make the prettiest sounds. It's incredible. Go on, touch yourself again."
Evan flushed pink at the praise.
"Will you come over here and fucking kiss me?" he demanded breathily. "I want you to touch me."
Ben chuffed.
"Alright, alright," he said, crawling up onto the bed and dropping the tube of lube beside Evan. He leaned down and kissed Evan, enjoying the moan of pleasure Evan gave him. God, he smelled so good and tasted even better, though, like warm sunshine after a rainy day. Please, Sheila, Ben thought — hoped — prayed, please don't take this away.
Ben reached down and took Evan's wet cock in hand, giving him a couple of gentle swipes as he licked into Evan's mouth. Evan's back bowed and he strained forward, pressing into the kiss, sucking on Ben's tongue and parrying with his own.
Ben broke the kiss with reluctance, only so he could pop open the cap of the lubricant and smear some on his fingers.
"Please," Evan pleaded, seeing what Ben was doing. He bent his knees and wantonly spread his legs. "Oh, fuck, please."
Ben smiled and reorganized himself between Evan's spread thighs, settling in there like he belonged there, and as far as he was concerned, he absolutely did.
As he sucked Evan into his mouth, he pressed one finger into Evan's tight hole, making Evan swear and whine. Ben didn't spare a moment before he found the mound of Evan's prostate and massaged it hard, tonguing behind the head of Evan's cock at the same time. Evan sobbed out another, "Fuck!"
Ben hummed. Evan's hips jerked, and Evan's hands flew to Ben's head, fingers twining in Ben's hair.
He was gentle even as his fingers tightened, never pushing Ben's head down, just holding on for dear life as Ben sucked hard and kept massaging Evan's prostate.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Evan chanted softly, hips juddering and forcing his cock down Ben's throat a little further. Not far enough, though.
Ben popped off Evan's cock, though he didn't ease up on Evan's prostate, and Evan whined softly.
"You can pull my hair," Ben murmured, throat already a little gravelly from being used. "Fuck my mouth. Go on, sweetheart." Evan whimpered at his words, those long, deft fingers already tightening a little in Ben's hair as Ben leaned back down between Evan's legs and swallowed him down again.
Ben pulled out his finger and pressed in two, scissoring them into Evan, making Evan cry out softly. Evan's fingers tightened even more in Ben's hair with a delicious ache, and Ben moaned around Evan's cock.
Evan's hips jerked and Ben choked slightly, eyes watering at the intrusion of his throat, but god, he loved it, swallowing around Evan in a way that made Evan moan, reedy and wanting.
Ben hummed and tried not to gag as Evan tentatively pushed his head down. He had gone down on Evan a handful of times in the past couple of weeks, but it hadn't been enough for him to be used to the way Evan's cock lay heavy on his tongue, and Evan had never fucked Ben's face, not really. Not that he was really doing so at the moment, either, even if his fingers tightened further still, making Ben moan.
"Fuck," Evan repeated quietly, his voice tight and terse. "Ben, fuck, you feel so good— Ben— Ben—"
Ben hummed and doubled down, sucking hard and pressing up into Evan's prostate, so deep he choked himself, and Evan whimpered Ben's name as he jerked his hand down in Ben's hair and came, cock twitching with every spurt of come threatening to choke Ben.
Ben's eyes watered until they overflowed, but he stubbornly kept massaging Evan's prostate with two fingers, gamely swallowing everything he could.
"Fuck, darling," Evan hiccupped, working his fingers free of Ben's hair. "Enough— enough—" he stammered, writhing beneath Ben.
Ben kept sucking on Evan's cock, coaxing out more spurts of come, and Evan whimpered out another swear, hips jumping and flexing at Ben's touch.
Ben loved making Evan writhe. He loved the way Evan moaned, light and airy and helplessly whimpered. He loved the way Evan's cock felt in his mouth, with his jaw aching and his nose running and saliva and come leaking from the corners of his lips. He loved the way Evan petted his hair from his forehead, and he loved the way Evan tugged weakly at his hair to pull Ben off his oversensitive cock.
Ben swallowed around his softening cock, making Evan whine again. Evan leaned forward to try to urge Ben up his body.
Ben finally acquiesced, gingerly working his fingers free of Evan's body so he could half-lie on Evan, his own rock-hard dick nestled against Evan's softened one in the vee of Evan's crotch.
"So good," Ben murmured through a gravelly throat, wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes. "You're so good, Evan, sweetheart."
Evan laughed softly, breathlessly, beautifully.
"Hmm. You're the good one," Evan retorted languidly, still coming down from his orgasm. "Fuck, Ben."
He snuck his hand down between them, fingers curling around Ben's cock, holding him in a fist against his own soft, wet one, and Ben choked out a startled moan. Evan moaned, too, a soft, high thing, overstimulating himself as he began slowly jerking them off together.
"Fuck is right, sweetheart," Ben breathed brokenly. "You feel so good, god."
He rolled his hips, rutting into Evan's hand, obsessed with the friction of him and the way his warm, wet skin felt against Ben's own. Evan felt like a dream, soft and whimpering beneath Ben, fingers spasming around them both as he kept overstimulating himself.
"C'mon, darling," Evan slurred, "c'mon."
Ben groaned and laid his forehead on Evan's collarbone, fucking harder into Evan's fist, absorbing the whimpers Evan made through his very skin. He wished he could plaster his body across Evan's, that he didn't have to hold himself up on his elbows, that he could feel Evan's chest against his own. He pressed a kiss to the uninjured side of Evan's chest instead, hips still working, cock rubbing deliciously against Evan's in Evan's fist.
"Ngh, god, you feel good," Ben mumbled, working one arm down between them and covering Evan's hand with his own, squeezing meanly. They both gasped in tandem, Evan writhing at the sensation, and Ben choked out a moan at the beauty of Evan's squirming. "So sweet for me."
"Yes. Yes!" Evan agreed a little deliriously. "Wanna be sweet for you, Ben, darling, fuck, ngh." His hips jerked beneath Ben's.
"Doing so good for me," Ben praised, brows furrowing as his gut coiled tighter. "Being so sweet for me. You're so sweet for me, sweetheart, I love you— I— I— hngh."
Ben hunched over Evan, and then he was coming all over their hands and Evan's stomach and chest, shuddering and gasping for breath, arm shaking as he held himself up off Evan so he wouldn't injure him.
"Ben," Evan moaned, low and achingly affectionate.
Ben straightened slowly and pressed a kiss to Evan's mouth, chaste and sweet, then warming to a heated one involving tongues and moans of pleasure shared between them.
"Let me go get a washcloth, sweet thing," Ben whispered against Evan's lips. "I'll be right back."
Evan made a discontented sound that made Ben smile, but Ben rolled off the bed anyway to get Evan cleaned up.