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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Episode_VII:_The_Force_Awakens_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Armitage_Hux/Ben_Solo
  Character:
      Armitage_Hux, Ben_Solo, Brendol_Hux
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Public_Hand
      Jobs, Car_Sex, Library_Fingering, Unhealthy_Relationships, Dubiously
      Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Stockholm_Syndrome,
      Definitely_rapey, You_Have_Been_Warned, Ben_is_a_creep, I'm_low_key
      obsessed_with_Ben's_hair_in_a_bun, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-31 Completed: 2017-08-01 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 5393
****** A Blue Pen ******
by TheZ1337
Summary
     Regular high school student Ben Solo begins a series of assaults on
     A+ student Armitage Hux whose not quite sure he doesn't like the
     attention.
Notes
     Note: Ok so I was really hungover and this just sort of happened.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Detention was not a place most high school students spent their afternoons. But
for Armitage Hux, he would be in room 202B for the remainder of the week after
“talking back” to his AP Bio teacher. In truth, he’d simply corrected Mr.
Tarkin’s answer to the question on the white board, and that had gotten him a
week’s detention. His last period class was in 202B, so when the bell rang, he
didn’t get up.
Armi closed his notebook though and pulled a worksheet out of his planner for
AP Microeconomics. He replaced the mechanical pencil he’d been using for a blue
pen, and after the students from the last period left the room, those assigned
to detention started filtering in. Mrs. Erso didn’t move from her desk, since
she was the teacher who presided over the 90-minute detention period.
Just after 2:15pm when the last student trailed in, she closed the door. She
announced there would be no need for talking, but that she’d be happy to help
with homework if anybody had any questions. Everyone settled in, and the last
person to enter the room scanned for a seat.
Each table had two seats, and each table was taken by atleast one person, so
Ben Solo went to the far end of the classroom where he sat down next to a cute
redhead. He put his book bag down under his chair and when he sat down, he
flattened out the little bump where the zipper was on his faded out jeans. Then
he rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a paperback classic that he had to
read for the regular Lit class.
Pens and pencils scrawled over paper, a few calculators could be heard typing
as about twenty students studied quietly. A clock above Mrs. Erso ticked away,
and Ben glanced over at Armi. They’d had classes together freshman year, then
Armi had CLEPed out of the regular classes. The previous semester, Ben and Armi
had even shared PE third period, but with 40 students in the class, they never
spoke. All he knew was that Armi was incredibly smart, had amazingly clear skin
and looked great in shorts.
Ben reached over a hand and gently stroked the back of his index finger against
the outside of Armi’s thigh. Armi’s hand froze where he was writing, but he
didn’t look up. He gave no sign of struggle or hesitation, so Ben continued. He
flattened his hand and stroked over the top of Armi’s thigh before he pressed
his hand into his groin.
Armi jerked in surprise and his hand immediately grabbed at Ben’s. But Ben
swatted Armi’s hand away before he pressed in harder. He cupped his hand,
groping at Armi whose eyelids fluttered twice as he looked up towards the front
of the desk. Mrs. Erso was deep in a pile of papers to be graded, and didn’t
look up at all. A knowing grin grew on Ben’s face as he watched Armi’s internal
struggle through those beautiful green eyes.
Ben pressed his hand in warm and firm, and could feel the presence under his
hand hardening. He hadn’t even opened his book yet, hadn’t even made any
attempt to pretend to study and he was already groping a near-stranger. Armi
didn’t wear a belt, so all Ben had to do was silently unbuckle the button and
unzip him. Armi shook his head several times, still staring down at his
homework. Ben didn’t stop.
When he pulled Armi out, Armi began to tremble. A hand on him that wasn’t his
own was refreshing, and something he hadn’t felt since the first, and only,
time he’d fooled around with another guy. Armi had since resigned himself to
being alone in high school, and promised himself that he’d venture into the
dating world once he got to college. His eyelids fluttered closed as he sucked
in his lower lip as Ben’s hand slid over him.
Ben’s large hand pawed at Armi as it wrapped tight around his tip. If he
noticed Armi was shaved bare with no foreskin, he didn’t say anything. Well,
Ben didn’t say anything at all. He just started with quick, thorough tugs as
Armi trembled. Ben stroked all the way up and then down to his base, teasing
him with dry squeezes. Armi gripped his pen tight in one hand, the other open
on the worksheet in front of him. His eyelids were gently shut but his eyes
fluttered behind them.
Just as he tilted his chin upward and his breath began to speed up, Ben let go.
Armi’s eyes opened with relief. He glanced over at the boy next to him, his
hands starting to shake. This kid next to him, who he swore he'd never seen in
his life, wasn't all that bad looking. Thick, black hair pulled up into a bun,
a bit of a strangely shaped mouth though not unhandsome with dark dots of
singular freckles spattered across his face. Ben rummaged through his backpack
for something, and just when Armi had presence of mind enough to zip himself
up, Ben’s hand was on him again.
Only this time his hand was slick from lube, and Armi completely gave up. His
hand moved to grip the edge of the desk, the other still trembling as he
squeezed the life out of his blue pen. He didn’t let his lower lip go, sucking
on it as hard as he could to keep quiet. Ben glanced over at Mrs. Erso just to
make sure she was still busy. Then he picked up the pace, thumb sliding over
the tip of Armi, hand gripped so tight that Armi might just pop.
After nearly a minute of a constant pace, and nobody seeming to notice a thing,
Armi inhaled. His trembling stopped, nose flared as his eyes stopped searching
behind his eyelids. Ben tilted Armi's length down a bit, and Armi came
silently to stain the desk and his blue jeans. Ben had never seen a more
beautiful o-face in his life, he thought to himself as he slowed his hand.
Finally he released Armi and Armi let go of his severely abused lip. He inhaled
deep, and then sighed in the first audible noise he’d made.
If not for the no-talking rule, Ben would have clapped at how well Armi stayed
composed during that whole thing. Instead, he wiped his hand off on the top of
his pants like a heathen, and then opened his book on the desk.
Meanwhile, Armi sat stock still as he tried to process what had just happened.
He wasn’t even sure it wasn’t a dream at this point. When he finally collected
himself, he shoved himself back in his pants without wiping up. He rummaged
around in his backpack, and found a travel pack of Kleenex from last time he’d
had a cold. He used the last one in the package to wipe up the desk and his
pants to avoid the embarrassment of what had just happened.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ben was out of sight before Armi could even ask him his name. When the bell
rang, Ben was out of his seat and out the door before Armi had even packed up
his bag. When he went out to the front of the school to look for Ben, he was
gone. A few cars pulled out of the parking lot, and he tried to memorize each
in turn. The next morning he saw Ben pull up in a beat up old blue truck that
he was sure was a stick shift.
But Armi didn’t have time at all to track down Ben in the halls. He had a
student council meeting after lunch, and promised to watch Phasma, his best
friend, in her final practice before the Junior Tourney for Tae Kwon Do. That
day in detention, Ben wasn’t there. Nor was he there the next day.
Armi had a study period on Thursday after lunch and decided to spend it in the
library, instead of in his English teacher’s classroom. He scanned the shelves,
and twiddled a blue pen in one hand as he ran the fingers of his other over the
spines of some of the books. He stopped at the astronomy section in the back.
The light above that area had gone out so it was darker than the rest of the
library, which he thought was fitting since outer space was filled with the
void of darkness.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around his throat from behind, and he was shoved hard
face first into the wall of books. He let out a faint gasp as he dropped the
blue pen before his wind pipe was restricted, and a voice growled in his ear.
“Did you miss me in detention?”
Ben slipped a hand into the back of Armi’s jeans, fingers sliding over his ass
cheek to reach down and squeeze his balls. Armi protested with a hand wrapped
around Ben’s wrist, desperate to breathe while the other tried to push him away
from the bookshelf. His knee jerked forward, slamming into the metal shelf and
creating a dull clanging sound. Ben eased up on his throat only enough so that
he could get a half breath.
“Do you want to feel me? So deep inside you,” his hand slid up, finger between
Armi’s cheeks as he went along. When he found his hole, he pressed
threateningly. “Buried there?” He pushed a digit in barely past the first
knuckle and Armi hissed.
“Have you ever had anyone fuck you before?”
Armi struggled against the restraint, his body screaming at him to run. He
managed a weak, “No.” Ben’s grip on his throat again loosened and Armi took a
deep breath, lungs filling with air.
“No? Is that why you let me do this to you?” His thumb stroked Armi’s throat
right above the pulsing artery. Armi didn’t answer so Ben shoved his finger in
further. Armi gasped louder and Ben whispered “Shhh,” to sooth him. “This is a
library, after all. We can’t have you making those loud noises.”
Armi shut his eyes tight, hopelessly manhandled by a fellow student who he knew
almost nothing about. Ben pulled his finger out, aware of how much it would
hurt. Then he reached back under Armi to squeeze and kneed his balls, this time
softer. “Do you want me to fuck you? It’d feel so damn good.”
Armi didn’t answer. He could feel himself growing hard in his pants, Ben’s hand
again warm, knowing. Suddenly Ben pulled away, and Armi stood frozen on the
spot. Ben rummaged through his bag again, and when he went to stroke back
between Armi’s ass cheeks, his fingers were slick.
Ben wrapped one arm across Armi’s chest, forcing him close as he shoved in a
finger. Armi held his breath and as Ben wiggled his finger, he let out a quiet
whimper. Ben chuckled in his ear, and began to plant soft, gentle kisses on his
neck that was red from Ben’s hand.
Armi couldn’t even imagine what would happen to him if Ben left a hikki. But
suddenly Ben looked up, like he’d thought of that too. “Do you want more?” Armi
nodded and Ben slipped in another finger. The burn was eased by the lubricant
and Armi fell silent. Ben began to fuck his fingers in and out and Armi
strained against his pants as his cock grew hard.
Just as suddenly as Ben had appeared, he pulled away. Armi let out a whine,
hips rolling back towards Ben as Ben pulled his hands out of his pants. “If you
want more, meet me after school, in the parking lot.” Ben shouldered his
backpack. “I drive a blue truck.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Ben sat in the truck, windows rolled down, waiting. He’d been waiting since
school got out, to make sure to catch Armi. He sat with the radio playing, and
watched the front doors of the school as the final bell rang. A few students
started to file out, those who were still around for their afterschool
activities. Some made their way to the parking lot and some got in to shared
carpools. Ben watched and waited behind dark sunglasses.
A few minutes later, Armi came walking out of the school with a pretty blonde
wearing a white dobok and sneakers. She busily chatted away with him but soon
waved him goodbye as she got into a waiting car. Armi started walking up the
sidewalk that skirted the parking lot. Ben watched him, testing him to see if
he would come willingly.
Armi paused, and put a hand up to shield his eyes from the bright, late
afternoon sun. He saw the car, he saw Ben. They made eye contact for a moment
and Armi hesitated. Then he tightened the straps of his backpack by an inch,
turned around, and began the twenty-minute walk home. Ben seethed.
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Armi had never seen Ben at school, never. Or atleast he couldn’t recall seeing
Ben at school. But with a student body population of almost 3,000, that wasn’t
hard. So when he caught Ben’s eyes in the hallway, a head taller than everyone
else, Armi immediately broke out in a cold sweat. The throng of bodies bustling
through the hall drove them towards each other. Armi wanted to run. He wanted
to turn around and get out of there, but his class was in this direction, and
it would take too long to go around.
As soon as they passed, Ben grabbed him. He pulled Armi by the front of his
tshirt, tugging him alone. Armi glanced around, but nobody seemed to notice.
Ben pulled them away from the bustling corridor, only to shove Armi directly
into one of the single occupancy bathrooms on campus. Armi stumbled in, and Ben
was on him just as soon as he’d locked the door. Armi's bag spilled open, pens
skittering across the floor. A blue one exploded, creating a small puddle in
the corner.
Ben’s mouth was wide, much wider than Armi’s. He enveloped Armi, his taste
foreign, and tongue unwelcome. Ben pushed Armi back until his back hit the
wall. Then with a hand under either thigh, Ben swept Armi’s legs out from under
him.
Instinctively, Armi wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist, and his arms braced
around his shoulders. Ben kissed him hard into the wall, one arm under his ass
holding him up, the other steady, but controlling on the back of his head. Ben
grinded his hips up, shoving his pelvis into Armi’s to make him harden. It was
working, all the harsh kisses and the dominant way his hands held Armi made it
feel like the seams of his jeans might just burst open.
Ben started to kiss at his neck, mumbling angrily. “You stood me up.”
“I never agreed,” he strained, now free from the kiss, to get away.
“Of course you did.”
“Who even are you?!”
Armi was dropped unceremoniously to his feet. He almost didn’t catch himself,
raising up from bent knees just as Ben fell infront of him. He undid Armi’s
pants and immediately took his tip into his mouth. Armi was only half hard, and
as free of hair as he’d been only a few days earlier in detention.
Armi gasped and tilted his head back, before he put one hand on the cold tile
wall behind him. “You can’t just ah-“he moaned as Ben’s throat tightened around
him, nose touching Armi’s stomach. Then Ben began in earnest, not teasing Armi,
but racing the bell for the next period. Armi was all soft sighs, nearly
whimpering as he was chased closer. His knees grew weak, legs barely apart as
his breath began to tremble.
Ben reached up a hand under his shirt and up his stomach, his other hand
holding his hips hard. Armi was barely even touching Ben, but was just about to
lose it. Ben sucked hard and fast, using the techniques he’d perfected over the
years. Suddenly the bell rang, making Armi jump and he bemoaned at the fact
that he was going to be late.
Just then his eyelids closed and he moaned, “Oh I’m gonna come. Ah- ah-“It was
blinding white, all noise suddenly gone before his ears began to ring. Ben
swallowed up all of him, taking him down to the hilt as he came. Armi was
silent with his head tilted down, though not looking at Ben’s kneeling figure.
The second it was done, Ben was up on his feet. Armi panted hard, hands still
on the tile wall as he tried to steady himself. Ben grabbed a paper towel from
the dispenser and wiped his mouth before he tossed it in the trash can by the
door. Then he shouldered his backpack, and glanced at Armi who was barely able
to remain standing, or comprehend what had just happened. Ben turned and walked
out, slamming the door behind him like he was angry.
Armi ran to the door as soon as it was closed. He turned the deadbolt before he
stepped back and fell to his knees. He continued to breathe hard, hands on the
tops of his thighs. His dick was still red, though the swelling had gone down.
He began to tremble and shake, terrified of what that guy was doing to him.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     This was supposed to go in a different direction and then things
     progressed and I was all like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A week went by and nothing happened. Armi was on constant high alert,
constantly looking for Ben. He saw him once the next week from afar, dark tuft
of hair unmistakable across the quad. But Ben left him, for the most part
alone. It seemed like as quickly as the assault had started, it ended.
Until Friday, when Armitage was walking home. The blue truck pulled up next to
him, and Ben rolled down the window. “Need a ride?”
Armi looked up, fear suddenly striking him. But the way Ben looked at him now
didn’t look like the one from his nightmares. He was the same man, wearing a
black long sleeve shirt and faded blue jeans, but his face seemed nice, not
angry like last time. He hesitated, his instincts telling him to say no. But he
nodded his head, and Ben stopped the car.
“I’m Ben, by the way,” he said as he steered away from the curb. Armi put his
bag on the floor of the truck, and noticed one of the cup holders was playing
host to a half dozen blue pens, similar to the ones he preferred.
“I’m Armi.”
“Armi?”
“Yeah.”
“Like, the Army? Like the Military Army?”
“Well its Armitage, so no.”
“Armi- your parents really hated you, didn’t they?”
“Alright, that’s it, let me out.” He went to reach for the door handle. Ben
reached out but didn’t touch him.
“Woah woah, hey, I’m sorry, okay? I was only teasing.”
“That wasn’t teasing, you were just taking the opportunity to be mean.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset, you’re just an asshole.”
Then Armi crossed his arms angrily, and glared out the window. Ben glanced at
him as he gave directions. It was a quick drive though. “Just up here, you can
stop on the corner and I can walk to my house from there.”
“Okay,” Ben said. He pulled them up to the curb, and put the car in park. Then
he turned off the engine and Armi hesitated, and turned to look at Ben.
“Thanks for the ride, I guess,” Armi offered weakly.
Ben unbuckled his seatbelt and immediately assaulted Armi. Armi fought him as
Ben dragged him across the bench seats, forcing him onto his back. “No!” Armi
shouted as Ben struggled to restrain him. The car rocked back and forth as they
fought, Armi’s muscles no match for Ben's strength.
Armi tried to push Ben away as Ben tried to capture his hands. Armi nearly
elbowed him in the face but Ben was quick to duck away from it. Easily enough
Ben got both of Armi’s wrists pinned together against his chest and he bore
down his full weight on Armi. His other hand was clamped over Armi’s mouth to
keep him from screaming, and he easily wriggled his way between Armi’s legs.
Armi’s heels dug into the fabric of the seat as he strained, face turning red
and eyes watering with tears. He tried vaguely to get away, but Ben’s bruising
grip was too strong. Ben began to convince Armi, again.
“I can make you feel so good, if you just let me,” he whispered. He was slowly
moving his hips, grinding against Armi’s groin that he knew would grow hard
with want. Ben had already been half hard when he’d picked Armi up, though he
tucked it up in his waistband to hide the bulge. He was eager to get his rocks
off with Armi, since the past few encounters they’d had, Ben had focused solely
on Armi’s pleasure. He continued.
“Fill you so fucking deep, I’ll make you feel like a goddess.” Armi groaned in
response, tearing his gaze away from Ben. He glanced out the front windshield,
and prayed silently for someone to see them. Ben started to kiss Armi’s neck
and Armi jerked away from the gentle touch.
“Just let me touch you, let me feel you,” Ben whispered. His pants were too
tight, he was too hot in his clothes and in this car without the a/c on. He
took the chance and removed his hand from Armi’s mouth.
“Help!” Armi cried out, then he gulped hard, wetting his mouth. Ben undid his
pants and pulled himself out. He pushed up the hem of Armi’s shirt, his tip
just barely touching the soft skin there as he thrust. “Somebody!”
Ben clamped a hand over Armi’s mouth again and Armi groaned. As soon as Ben was
out of his pants and able to dry hump Armi, his thrusts changed. He left no
space between them, breathing directly into Armi’s ear. His tip could be felt
just barely on the skin of Armi’s stomach, where Ben had pulled up the hem. He
was wet there, a small pool building, but the rest of him chaffed hard against
coarse fabric. Ben didn’t care.
His thrusts were more meaningful, deeper than before. This was it, this was the
last time Ben would try to coerce Armi into letting him fuck him. If Armi
didn’t acquiesce, he would leave him the hell alone and find a new target.
Ben’s quickening breaths were quiet in Armi’s ear.
“You smell so good, and you’re so sweet. I just want to know your secrets, ah-
“he clenched his jaw in a moan from the pleasure, and from the pain of his dry
skin on fabric. This was his prize he told himself, he should just enjoy it.
But somewhere in him, he felt a pang of guilt.
“I want to be with you, but you keep resisting.” He continued to thrust,
chasing his own pleasure. Armi barely moved below him, eyes dashing around
wildly to look at the ceiling of the truck as Ben dry humped up between his
legs. Ben strained through the pain until it was too much.
He took his hand away from Armi’s mouth, and propped himself up on the elbow
that restrained his helpless victim. Armi opened his mouth to shout for help,
but caught a glimpse of Ben’s face. His face was red, lips open with a wanting
mouth. His eyes looked uncertain, his brow faintly knitted and in that moment,
Armi knew Ben meant every word.
Ben slicked his hand, bottle of lube taken out of the glove box before he
continued what he’d been doing. He shuddered as he wrapped his hand around
himself, and buried his face back into Armi’s neck. He nuzzled him there,
thrusting into his own palm.
“I’d do anything to be with you, anything.” He groaned, eyes closing. “To know
what lies just below your surface, so soft and quiet.” He continued to thrust
above Armi, who whimpered quietly but didn’t cry out for help.
Ben started to make strained noises, like he was struggling with a heavy
weight. Suddenly Armi pulled his arms out of Ben’s grasp. Ben grappled for them
with only his one free hand. He wrapped his fingers around one of Armi’s wrist,
and the other hand drew Ben in. Their lips collided, Armi being the one to
initiate it.
At that very moment Ben moaned, lips parting and he came hot on Armi’s stomach.
His hand was relentless, making sure he got out every last drop. He kept his
hand moving fast until he was sure he was spent. Then Ben slowly sat up. He
propped himself up with a hand on either side of Armi who looked completely
violated. His face showed fear and pain, and sorrow.
Ben backed up a bit more, until he was sitting in the drivers seat. Armi’s legs
were still splayed out, one foot behind Ben now and one near his leg. Armi
didn’t get up to leave, he didn’t even really move. Ben glanced over at Armi
who was staring at him. Ben huffed a sigh, shoved himself back in his pants,
and abruptly opened the drivers side door.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Armi blinked as Ben stepped out of the car. He slammed the car door behind him,
which left Armi all alone. Slowly Armi sat up, propping himself up on his
elbows. He looked out the back window and could see Ben standing by the bed of
the truck. He had both hands on the edge of the bed, and he was leaning forward
with his head bowed, like he was deep in thought.
Slowly Armi sat all the way up, and brought his legs together. He repositioned,
sitting back in the passenger seat like he’d been only a few minutes earlier.
He frowned, hands in his lap as he waited. Several minutes later the driver’s
side door opened and Ben got in. He didn’t say anything as he started up the
truck, but didn’t put it in gear. He waited for a few seconds, before he
glanced over at Armi. He looked angry.
“Well aren’t you going to get out?” He looked away, out the front windshield.
“Do you want me to?”
Ben frowned deeper. Armi scooted closer, eyes on Ben. It was obvious he was
full of turmoil, but Armi suddenly felt a little less afraid. “Did you mean it?
All those things you said?”
Ben glanced at Armi, and he nodded. Armi put up a hand to his mouth, partially
covering it as if afraid of his own words. “Nobody’s ever said those things to
me. But how, I hardly know you?”
Ben looked away and sighed. He put one hand on the steering wheel like he was
going to drive, then put his hand down on his thigh. “I’m not very good with
words, I don’t know what to say. We have nothing in common, we don’t share the
same friends or interests but you’re so goddamn attractive. I can’t,” he
audibly exhaled, “I can’t keep this up, if you’re not in to it.”
“In to it? You hardly gave me a choice.”
Ben inhaled and glared out the window. Armi could see it, the cold outer shell
he always exhibited. It was only to keep himself safe, and somehow Armi had
gotten through that. He scooted a bit closer, slowly closing the distance.
“You’re the only guy, the only person, who’s ever shown interest in me. It’s…
nice.”
“I’m sorry I can’t…” he looked down at his hands, large paws with even longer
fingers. “ Cradle you, or be tender. I just get so wound up, I can’t do…
gentle.”
“You didn’t have to assault me, though.”
Ben nodded, his face hardened. Armi slowly leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Ben’s brow softened and he glanced at Armi, who still had the spattering’s of
wet cum on his green shirt. “I’m sorry.”
Armi reached over and drew Ben’s face around with a finger under his chin. He
kissed Ben softly, and Ben kissed him back. This kiss was slow, more passionate
than any they’d shared before.
“I don’t know what to do… but I can help you to be soft.”
Ben nodded, and slowly crawled over Armi. Armi lay back like he had before, and
Ben let one let slide in between his. They kissed softly on the couch seats,
Ben’s hand not so demanding now, stroking a thumb over one of Armi’s thighs.
Armi hummed into their kiss, his fingers releasing Ben’s hairtie. Black hair
cascaded around them, and Ben hardly seemed to notice.
Ben began to press his thigh up between Armi’s legs. Immediately Armi
responded, grinding his hips down slowly. He told himself it was just like
dancing, except he didn’t attend school dances anymore.
They rolled over, Ben positioning Armi on top. Then pulled off Armi’s shirt,
and Armi fell against his chest. “Won’t people see?”
“Nobody’s going to walk by,” he planted a small kiss on Armi’s lips. “Trust
me.” Then he helped Armi get the rest of his clothes off and rolled them back
over. He took his own shirt off, and kicked off his shoes before he grabbed for
the bottle of lube.
His finger was slick as he traced it under Armi, over his balls and between his
legs. Armi used his other arm for a pillow, and Ben lay half propped up. As he
stroked a finger between the deep ravine, Armi put a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait,” Armi said and Ben paused. “It’s going to hurt.”
“It’s not going to hurt.”
“Yes it is.”
“Only at first, I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Armi nodded his head, but wasn’t quite convinced. Ben’s digit pushed in,
foreign and unwelcome. Armi clung to Ben, tense as his nails dug into Ben’s
shoulders. “Relax,” he whispered.
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” Ben began to kiss Armi again, trying to distract him. It
worked, and soon Armi and Ben rocked together silently, Ben’s fingers all the
way up as far he could get them, and Armi letting off soft cooing noises.
Ben rolled them over so Armi was ontop again. Armi went to sit up but Ben
pulled him down, so he was laying flat on Ben’s stomach. “Stay down.”
“You said no one would see us.”
“They might if you sit up. Here,” Ben put a hand on his own slick cock, his
other on Armi’s lower back. He lined himself up, “Now you control the pace.
It’s only as fast as you want.”
Armi nodded his head, uncertain eyes searching Ben’s face. “Okay.” He was
painfully slow. So slow Ben thought he might have to throw Armi back onto his
back and fuck him senseless if he was going to go so gradually. Armi had one
arm around the back of Ben’s neck, pinned there while the other was on his
chest.
He hesitated with each minute, body opening slowly and in waves. It wasn’t
until he pulled himself up a bit that he felt it. The pain ebbed, still present
but something warm opened in him. He let out a quiet moan into Ben’s neck and
Ben sighed. “See?”
The pace was slow, and cumbersome, their position stifled by the car itself and
the space they occupied. Finally Ben rolled them back over, pulling out to
reposition them. He put one of Armi’s feet up on the top of the back of the
chair, and when he pushed back in with Armi on his back below him, Armi hissed.
“Sorry-“
“Slow,” Armi put a hand on Ben’s stomach, just below his belly button.
“Okay, right,” Ben leaned down and slowly dragged himself out as he planted a
soft kiss on Armi’s lips. Armi let his hand slide around Ben’s waist as Ben
wrapped his free hand around Armi’s length.
They rocked back and forth, the hot car making beads of sweat dot their backs
and necks. Ben stayed propped up over Armi until Armi was trembling, until he
couldn’t think or breathe. All he could feel was Ben on top of him and inside
of him, and when he came it was the most exquisite thing he’d ever experienced.
THE END.
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