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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_|_Kylo_Ren
  Character:
      Armitage_Hux, Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren, Ben_Solo, Brendol_Hux, Dopheld_Mitaka,
      Phasma_(Star_Wars)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, High_School_AU, Mutual_Pining, Underage
      Masturbation, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm, Eating_Disorders, Armitage
      Hux_Needs_A_Hug, Armitage_Hux/Kylo_Ren_Fluff, First_Time_Topping, Virgin
      Kylo_Ren, Submissive_Armitage_Hux
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-18 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 6146
****** Carpool ******
by TheZ1337
Summary
     Army Hux and Ben Solo carpool every day to high school. They hate
     each other, they never talk, until something shifts and Ben starts to
     see Army as a potential love interest. Army is insecure but extremely
     intimate.
     TRIGGER WARNING: Implied self-harm (cutting) and anorexia
Notes
     Seriously, if you're triggered by self-harm themes or eating
     disorders, DO NOT read this fic.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
It was the same every morning. Five days a week school went from 7:20 to 2:15.
After seven periods, lunch of course obscenely early at 10:30, there were two
after school periods for sports, and study hall or detention. And every morning
at exactly 7 a shiny, brand new red pickup truck that was unnecessarily lifted
headed down a suburban road indistinguishable from all the other roads that
lined the sprawling housing development.
Every morning Armitage Army woke before his alarm. A few minutes before 6:30 he
rolled over. A warm white sheet lay draped over his milky skin, his eyelids
nearly translucent. At the bottom of the bed was an accent blanket made of
sheer silver fabric; the whole room was soft. He looked at the numbers on the
digital clock and stared. He let his eyes close and reached up to turn off the
alarm. Then he groaned, arched his back and raised a hand over his head. It
rested on the pillow above him, the backs of his fingers warm against the cold
steel of the bedframe.
Grey morning light lit his room through the only window in the room that was
covered by a white sheer curtain. The window had a bit of a sill under it but
Army left that area free of clutter. The window was shut.
He sighed, rolled over, and finally sat up, bracing himself with one arm. Then
he pulled on his robe that hung on the back of the door and went out into the
hallway to use the bathroom. He showered and shaved the bit of peach fuzz he
had on his upper lip, just to be able to say it. Then he dressed in plain blue
jeans, black and white converse and a blue long sleeve shirt. He wore a grey
hoodie over it, and brushed back his red hair. He spread some balm through it
with his fingers, trying not to look too straight-laced without looking trashy.
Then he washed his hands, grabbed his backpack and skipped the last two steps
on the stairs.
“You gonna eat breakfast?” Came Brendol’s voice from the kitchen. He was
sitting there, already dressed in his military uniform, sipping a cup coffee
and reading the morning paper.
“Not today dad, we stop for donuts on Monday, remember?” It was a lie; he
avoided breakfast at all costs. And lunch too. And dinner most nights.
“Oh that’s right. Well, have a good day at school.”
“Will do,” he put his keys and wallet in the smaller zipper pocket of his bag
before he shouldered it. Then he walked down the street to where that red
pickup was parked in a driveway.
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Three houses away, an alarm blared on full volume. It beeped several times
before a sleepy hand slammed down on the buzzer, silencing the noise. A dark
tuft of hair could be seen poking up from the top of a heavy, tan comforter.
The hand disappeared back in to the warmth of the blankets, and stayed there
until the alarm blared again.
Finally Ben Solo turned off the alarm and sat up. He looked hazily around his
darkened bedroom, thick blackout curtains keeping out the morning haze. He
groaned and slipped out of the bed, down the hallway in nothing but his boxers.
After a quick shower, he shouted down the hall. “Mom? Dad?” He said it
nonchalantly, not expecting an answer. When silence followed his call he
shrugged on his Letterman jacket, the red and black stripes of the collar
standing out stark against his white shirt. He went into the kitchen to toast
up some bread and made a mental note to pick up a new loaf on his way home.
Han and Leia were both gone on business trips; they weren’t fooling anybody
though. Ben knew they were this close to a divorce, he doubted if he’d ever see
Han again except maybe at graduation. He buttered up the toast and gobbled it
down. Two minutes after seven he went out to the driveway to find Army standing
next to the passenger side door. He stood unassumingly with his hands in his
pants pockets, and didn’t even look up when he heard the loud blip from the car
as Ben unlocked it.
They both got in, Ben started up the car, and neither of them said anything the
entire ride to school. The only reason they carpooled was because they’d been
childhood friends; how could you not when they were the only two kids on the
street? They still carpooled to school together because it was convenient, but
they’d fallen out of friendship long ago.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ben was on the lacrosse team and practice took both extra periods at the end of
the day. Now Ben was washed up and sitting on the stone benches by the pick-up
and drop off area of the parking lot. He waited with Gwen Phasma, the only
cheerleader who didn’t hang out with the football team. There was also Doyle
Mitaka who was a junior midfielder; Ben had recruited him to be on the team
freshman year.
They waited for Doyle’s mom to pick him up, since he was a year younger than
Ben and Gwen so he didn’t have a license. Doyle chewed some gum, which wasn’t
allowed at school but it was after hours and they were right next to the
parking lot. Gwen was busy rolling up her thigh-high stockings as a chill set
in when the sun dipping below the mountains just off to the west.
They were a strange mix of companions, but friends nonetheless. Gwen was
chatting away as usual, usurping the conversation. “Hey Ben, don’t you carpool
with that Army guy?”
“Yeah,” Ben shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. He and Army didn’t
share a single friend, or common interest.
“Yeah don’t you guys live on the same street or something?” Doyle asked.
“Yeah, a few houses away.”
“You heard that he and Steve Romano were caught kissing at homecoming right?”
“What?!” Ben said, his eyes wide as he stared at Gwen.
“Yeah, I heard they got caught under the bleachers by Mr. Farness.”
“Really?”
“Who cares?” Doyle questioned and Ben tensed. “I mean let them do whatever, why
do you care?”
“I’m just saying, you know if you carpool with him every day, he might, like,
you know.”
“We don’t even talk,” Ben huffed and looked away. He tried to stay steely calm
but inside, his mind was reeling. Army kissed a boy, or had been kissed by a
boy. And it hadn’t been Ben. Ben felt a slight pang of jealousy, a slight
protectiveness over Army that he’d never felt before. The thought of someone
else touching those delicate hands that always rested so unassumingly in his
lap on the drive to school... Ben frowned.
“Well, whatever. I just thought I’d do you the courtesy-“
“Oh, I think that’s my mom. See you guys,” Doyle cut her off, obviously
incensed with the whole conversation. Shortly thereafter Gwen and Ben hugged
and each parted ways to the opposite sides of the parking lot where their cars
were parked.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Army went out with his friends after school. They’d met through their homeroom
and had even been on the yearbook their freshman year. Now they piled in to one
car and blared bad pop music as they went to the closest coffee shop. They
finished a rousing game of gin rummy on their phones that they’d all
contributed to throughout the day; in hallways on break between classes, or
during lunch and study hall.
Army got an Americano; hot espresso and water was just what his weak bones
needed. He broke down and bought a muffin, but split it with Steve Romano,
who’d lately started talking to Army again.
He got a ride home and skipped the dinner that Brendol left for him on the
stove. He got upstairs just after 8 and tossed down his backpack next to the
desk in his room. Then he clicked on the desk lamp, opened his laptop, and
began his homework.
===============================================================================
It was just after midnight when Army rubbed his left eye. He rubbed it sleepily
and yawned, clicking ctrl + s and hit print. A small printer worked away as it
printed black ink on paper and Army stood up. He sighed, clicked off the desk
lamp and went to sit on his bed.
He’d tried to make the bed more like a couch, the bedframe positioned in the
middle of one of the wall under the window. He made his bed every morning,
lining it with pillows to make it more couch-like, but he’d started to doubt
his interior decorating decision. Just another failure, he reminded himself.
He stacked the pillows neatly and shoved them under his bed. The printer
finished its job and the computer fell asleep as Army got up. A small
spattering of white bulbs linked together were draped around the bookshelf on
the far wall. The bookshelf only had one shelf of books; the rest was photo
frames and little trinkets he’d acquired over his seventeen years. A photo of
him as a child, a smiling red haired woman next to him was tucked away in the
back.
Army went to his closet and pulled out a small wooden box from the very top
corner. He sighed as he sat back on his bed, then kicked off his shoes and
began to get undressed. He knew Brendol would be asleep by now, nobody would
disturb him.
He had cuts and scars on his right upper thigh, an artist’s work sliced in
pain. But that wasn’t what he was after tonight. In the box was a small cache
of toys; two cock rings of different sizes, a plug, a small vibrator and a
dildo his friends had gifted him as a joke. He opened the can of lube and began
to picture Ben’s face.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Tuesday was cloudy. The overcast skies threatened a slight drizzle, so Army
wore a grey wool coat his aunt had given him two Christmas’ before. Ben wore
his typical letterman, black high tops double knotted and he wasn’t surprised
to see Army waiting by the car when he stepped out of the house. Now things
were different, things had changed.
They got into the car, Ben started it up and began to reverse them out of the
driveway. They drove a few minutes from their street and Ben couldn’t stop
looking at Army. Well he wasn’t exactly staring, but he kept glancing over. He
watched Army yawn once and cover his mouth with his hand, mouth wide open as he
inhaled.
Ben watched his jaw muscles tense and loosen, watched him rest his hand on his
leg, his other hand on the door armrest. He was looking out the side window and
Ben kept glancing over. Finally Army glanced at Ben, the sudden turn of his
head drawing his attention and Ben looked away quickly. Army stared at him for
a moment, sneered silently, the looked away.
He saw Ben look back at him out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at
him. “What?” Army asked.
“Hey did you do Mr. Farness’ essay?”
“Of course,” he said snidely.
“How long did you spend on the Boston tea party?”
“I don’t know,” again his tone was dismissive. The car fell silent for a few
seconds before Army spoke up again, realizing he’d been mean. “I only used it
in my intro, maybe a sentence or two with that quote from the PowerPoint.”
“Oh right, I barely got to the five sources he wanted us to cite.”
Army nodded but said nothing, continuing to glare out the window. Ben didn’t
know why he was acting so cold towards him; they didn’t exactly hate each
other. They just never talked and had nothing in common.
“You have him third period, right?” Ben asked.
“Yeah.”
“I have him right after lunch. Every time he lectures it puts me right to
sleep.”
“He does have a pretty droll tone.”
Ben raised an eyebrow at the sophisticated vocabulary. They pulled in to the
school parking lot and Ben cut the ignition. Army was up and out of the car
almost immediately. Ben followed after him.
“Hey.”
Army turned, confusion crossing his face. Ben reached out to brush a hand
against his arm to draw his attention. It was a soft touch, warm and gentle.
“You know, if you uh, if you need a ride home-“
“I can get my own ride home,” Army snapped.
“Okay, sorry,” Ben backed off and Army turned, huffing as he stormed away.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Wednesday and Thursday passed without incident. Friday did too; Army got home
just after dinner, as per usual. He dumped the contents of the plate in the
trash can, put the dishes in the sink and went upstairs. He sighed and fell
onto his bed. He rolled over, shoes still on and pulled a pillow up to his
face. He sighed in to it; the teacher’s words still rang out in his ears.
He’d answered a question wrong, to a few snickers of his fellow students, and
the teacher’s response had been brutal. At least to him. “You could view it
that way, but that’s not taking in to account the catalyst Barnaby brought to
the family...” he couldn’t remember the rest of what she’d said in class. He
was humiliated. His fingers itched for the razor in the bottom of his toy box.
Now was not the time; he decided to channel his embarrassment and spend a night
touching himself.
He sat back up and then made himself some scalding hot tea. He played around on
his computer for a bit, and won a game of Words with Friends. Just before
midnight he put his computer to sleep, pulled out his toy box, and began to
play.
He started slow. He undressed, his clothes in a messy pile on the floor. Then
sat back into a pile of his comfy pillows and looked down as he touched
himself. Army watched his cock head, so pink and small at the moment. He leaned
back, closed his eyes, and reached for the lube.
By the time he had the dildo all the way in, he was quietly groaning, gnawing
on his lip to try to keep the noise down. He heaved breath, one hand on his
chest, the other wrapped around his painfully aching cock. He arched his back
and moved against the toy, pressing the end of it into the bed and let out a
sharp, “oh!” as it pushed up all the way in.
A quiet tapping from the window drew his attention. His left eye half opened,
his hand slowing as he heard the tapping. His face was relaxed, lax under the
pleasure but slowly his lips closed. He stared at the window, and heard the
tapping again. He groaned and rolled over.
Slowly, Army slid the toy out and he let out a long groan as the last bit of
the tip popped out. He reached over the edge of the bed and pulled on the green
shirt he’d been wearing earlier. His hand still slicked with lube, he wiped it
on the bed once on each side, then ran his hand through his hair to tidy up
what he was sure was a mess. Then he pushed back the blinds roughly and lifted
up the window pane. He looked out at the yard.
It was dark, but he could see someone standing with a flashlight in the grass.
He heard a familiar voice call his name, “Army!” It was Ben. “Hey Army, I saw
your light on so I figured you were awake.”
“What do you want?” he snapped.
Ben stepped closer and whispered up to the second window, trying not to talk
too loudly. “I’m going to a party, you want to come?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. Come on, put your pants on and come party.”
Army knew Ben couldn’t see him naked from the waist down, but he also knew it
was a common misconception that all men walked around without pants once they
were in their man cave. Army always wore pants, even to sleep. Except for now.
He sighed angrily; this raging boner was going to be his embarrassment. “Give
me a few minutes.”
He closed the window and pulled on his boxers and pants. He hissed in a deep
breath, pacing back and forth to work feeling back in to his legs. He shook out
his arms, cleared his throat, and then pulled off his shirt. He put on a long
sleeve shirt and his black coat; the weight in his gut hung heavy. He put the
toys away; he hated putting them away without cleaning them first. He stowed
the box under some spare blankets in the closet. Then he laced up his shoes and
clicked off the fairy lights around the bookshelf in his room as he pocketed
his phone.
In the bathroom, he splashed some water in his face. His hands were shaking as
he used soap and water to get the lube off his fingers. He had to use the
bathroom, but absolutely couldn’t make his body do it. So he went downstairs,
grabbed his keys from the bowl by the door, and then locked it after him. He
could see his breath raise in the cold air as he ran off towards Ben’s house
where he saw the headlights of his car. He got in the car and slammed the door;
he was still shaking.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just a bit out of it.” He pulled down the visor and flipped open the
mirror cover. He ran his hands through his hair; he’d forgotten to fix it. Ben
glanced sideways as Army tried to fix his hair, a distinctly female gesture
about the way his fingers ran through those red locks. “You got any gel? Or
lotion? Anything in here?”
Ben had never seen Army so flustered, his cheeks red and breath rapid. They
drove down to the end of the street. “Um, yeah, I think. In that side pocket,
on the door, yeah. There might be some lotion from Gwen.”
Army reached down and pulled out a bottle of pink, fruity smelling lotion. Army
popped open the can and sniffed, “Gonna smell like raspberries.”
He put just a dab of lotion in his palm, rubbed it around, and then dotted his
fingers over the hairline above his forehead. Ben raised an eyebrow, “You use
lotion on your hair?”
Army let the bottle rattle back into the door pocket and looked at Ben with his
customary glare. “Life hacks, its good in a pinch. I usually use,” he paused.
“Never mind,” he snapped. Ben didn’t comment as Army did what he could with the
mess of his jbf hair.
===============================================================================
The party took place in an empty lot on the outskirts of town. Someone had
brought some firewood and they made a bonfire in a makeshift pit lined with
stones they found nearby. Cheap cans of beer were passed around; someone even
had some popoff with them. This was the most time Ben and Army had spent
together outside of their morning drive in years. Around the fire, they
rekindled their friendship.
“He makes you dinner every night?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it good?”
“Pretty good,” Army said, though honestly he didn’t know. He hadn’t eaten a
real, proper dinner in over a year.
“Wow, that must be so weird!”
“Where’s Leia and Han?”
Ben shrugged, “I think moms in Africa. Dads, well, probably in Paris or
something. Living it up, I’m sure.”
Army clinked his third can of beer against Ben’s and Ben looked at him in
surprise. “To bad parents.”
Ben laughed and threw an arm around Army’s shoulders briefly, in a brotherly
gesture. “To bad parents,” he agreed and they clinked cans again.
“Hey, you’re Army right?” Phasma came up to introduce herself.
“Yeah.”
“Gwen,”
“Army.” They shook hands.
“You two carpool don’t you?” As soon as she’d said something, Ben removed his
arm from Army’s shoulders. He seemed to take a drifting, half step away from
Army.
“Yeah,” Army nodded.
“Isn’t Ben’s truck awesome? It always takes me two steps to get up in it.”
Army shrugged, “It’s pretty nice.”
“Hey, when are we going off-roading again?” she asked Ben as she walked over to
stand next to him.
“Next time it rains I guess. That was pretty fun, huh?”
“Yeah, it was awesome!”
The conversations went on, and Ben and Army didn’t have another moment alone to
talk until they got in the car, perhaps a little too inebriated, to drive home.
Ben obeyed the speed limit, setting his cruise control to 55 in a 50mph zone so
the cops wouldn’t pull them over. It was a twenty minute drive, and Ben put on
some generic alternative rock music. Army had no interest in the music but was
smiling nonetheless, bobbing his head to the music. He’d rolled down the window
and let the cold night air brush over him; it was almost refreshing.
“So this band, they’re local,” Ben informed Army.
“Oh yeah? They sound pretty cool,” Army slurred. He gulped, throat hot and he
wished he had some gum right about now.
“Yeah. I went to go see them last summer, it was amazing. They were at this
outdoor concert at the park in East County. Hey, do you roll?”
Army perked up; he realized he’d been dozing off with an arm on the window
sill. He took a deep breath. “No, do you?”
“Nah. That was my first time.”
“How was it?”
“Fucking amazing.”
They turned onto their road and Ben pulled in to the driveway. Army had been
dozing off again and sat up when he heard the car stop. He moved over so Ben
could roll up the window from his side. He looked at Ben who had an amused look
on his face.
“What?” Army asked. He was calm now, tired, and so vulnerable.
“Nothing.” Ben didn’t get out of the car. They sat there for a few seconds,
looking at each other.
“What?” Army asked again. It was like he was waiting for Ben to make the first
move. The tension was palpable, and suddenly Army felt the tug in his gut
again. It was like a gaping hole aching to be filled, just like he was.
“Nothing, it’s just,” Ben laughed, a hand still on the steering wheel but he’d
unbuckled his seat belt. “I dunno, we haven’t hung out in a long time. It was
kinda, I dunno.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah.”
Army was looking away, out the front window at the garage door. The headlights
were off, the car was dark and it was cold outside. Ben sat in the driver’s
seat, a mischievous grin barely visible on his face. Army took a deep breath,
unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. He was swift, a hand on the center
console and his other reaching out and landing on the back of Ben’s head.
He pulled Ben into a kiss, their lips crashing together. Ben was the ocean
waves, jagged and coarse and Army was the sea, gently lapping up against him.
Ben’s eyes closed, holding the kiss as he pressed back for a second. Then he
shoved Army away, pushing him as hard as he could.
“What the fuck!?” He shouted, hands balled up in to fists. Army found himself
shoved back, a look of surprise on his face at Ben’s reaction.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“You- g-get the fuck out!”
Army lingered, as if tempting Ben to punch him. Static rolled off Ben’s
shoulders was palpable, like electricity buzzing between them. Army huffed,
“Fine.”
He opened the car door and the light above them went on. Ben reached over, a
hand slamming down hard on the door handle. “Wait, Army.”
Army looked back, stopping halfway out the door. “Get- come back here. Close
the door.”
Army got back into his seat and closed the door. Ben reached up to turn the
overhead light off before he sat back. He stared at Army’s darkened figure in
the seat next to him. The static turned to nervous energy and Army waited for
Ben to say something.
“I’m not, I mean. It’s not, well it’s not like that. Nobody knows and you’re-“
“It’s okay,” Army’s voice was quiet in the night, his words no longer slurred.
“People know about me,” he shrugged. “And I don’t care.”
“Yeah but you’re… you.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well everyone likes you.”
“You’re the athlete. People worship you.”
“Yeah but its, it’s not the same.”
Army reached over and put a hand where he knew Ben’s would be on the top of his
leg. Ben pulled his hand away though. “Want to hang out tomorrow?” Army asked.
Ben gulped.
“Yeah.”
“Come over for dinner,” he paused. “I’m sure dad would love to cook for you,”
he said sarcastically and Army could hear Ben chuckle.
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah.”
“And thanks for the ride.” Army opened the door, the little warning signal in
the car pinged away quietly. “I had a lot of fun at the party.”
“Me too.”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Dinner was awkward. Brendol made steak and potatoes much to Army’s dismay, but
“growing boys need to eat.” Army hated all his father’s advice, since Brendol
had basically no idea what was happening in Army’s life. But he sat quietly
through dinner, letting Brendol question Ben about what he’d been doing lately,
about how good it was to see them getting along again, etc. etc.
After dinner they went upstairs. Ben wasn’t sure how he felt about going to
Army’s bedroom; he hadn’t been in there since he was a kid. They used to have
massive battles with the little green army men on the floor; they spent hours
in Army’s room. As Ben followed, he wasn’t surprised that the room looked
nothing like he remembered. All childhood mementos were removed, and it looked
like an adult’s room. There was even a makeshift couch Ben noted as Army
grabbed his laptop from the desk.
They lounged on the bed, a foot apart, watching YouTube videos. They left the
door cracked lest they raise suspicion. Since dinner had been late, and it was
Saturday, Brendol said goodnight just before 11. Ben thanked Brendol for dinner
and Brendol told them not to stay up too late. As soon as his dad’s door
closed, Army leapt onto Ben.
He slipped a leg over him, straddling him and drowning him in a kiss. He
wrapped his arms around Ben’s shoulders and Ben wrapped his arms tight around
Army’s waist. They kissed passionately, Ben’s tongue pressing in hot to Army’s
mouth. Army welcomed the wet kiss, pressing his body against Ben’s with
anticipation. He still hadn’t finished what he’d been doing the previous night
when Ben was throwing rocks at his window.
Ben ran his hands over Army’s ass, feeling the rough fabric and he dug his
fingers in to the back of Army’s thighs. Then he lifted and flipped Army onto
his back. Army let out a quick cry of surprise, and suddenly he found Ben
grinding in to his hips. Ben snapped his hips forward, Army’s legs spread
around him as he slowly dry humped him, lips mercilessly enveloping Army’s.
Army’s feet bobbed in the air until he crossed them behind Ben’s back, and
kicked off each shoe.
He reached under Ben’s shirt, his hands steady and confident. Army traced his
fingers over Ben’s hip, and up his ribs. Ben sat up and pulled his shirt off,
over his head and shook out his hair. He tossed the shirt across the room and
Army stared at him. He was cut hard like a discus thrower, and Army leg his
hands wander down to Ben’s belt buckle. With a deep groan, Ben leaned down, his
elbows caged around Army’s head and he pressed him down in another kiss. A
pillow toppled over onto them, and Ben picked it up, throwing it roughly across
the room. Army broke the kiss to laugh, but soon Ben was getting him undressed.
Ben was nervous, his hands shaking, fumbling with Army’s belt buckle. He was
already breathing hard from anticipation, not the exertion. Army stopped Ben
with a hand on his shoulder and Ben pulled back. He looked questioningly at
Army who slipped out from his grip.
“What’re you-“Ben didn’t finish his sentence as he watched Army walk across the
room. He pulled off his shirt, and it landed next to Ben’s. He rifled in the
closet for his box, and left it with the lid on, on the floor after he
extracted the bottle of lube. Then he turned off the light by the door and Ben
sat up. He waited, unable to hear or see anything until those fairy lights by
the bookcase fluttered to life. Hux walked back to Ben, holding up his pants
with one hand on his hip.
“Setting the mood, that’s all,” he said in a sultry voice. Then Army broke it
with a small laugh and climbed back in to Ben’s lap and dropped the bottle on
the bed.
Ben flipped him over almost immediately onto his back again, Army letting out
another squeal. Ben planted a soft kiss on Army’s lip before he pulled back, a
hand on Army’s hip. “I like you like this,” he whispered, searching Army’s
eyes. The lights were bright enough to add a glow to Army’s skin, though the
freckles that dotted his shoulders and chest disappeared into the darkness that
surrounded them.
“I like me like this too,” Army whispered and reached up. He nibbled on Ben’s
ear and Ben groaned, his hips beginning to move against Army’s again. When Army
was satisfied he’d completely trapped Ben in his arousal, he broke away from
his ear. With Ben’s help he wiggled out of his pants.
They shared a quiet moan as Ben thrust, dicks sandwiched between them. Army
could feel the hair there, though his own cock was beautifully well tailored
and clear of all hair. Ben traced his fingers down Army’s leg, feeling smooth
skin under his fingertips. His thumb ran over something rough and he jerked,
pulling away a few inches. He stared down at Army who immediately tried to
brush Ben’s hand off his thigh.
Ben’s grip tightened and Army balled up the sheets in his hand. Ben pulled
away, sitting up and he looked down. Even in this light he could see the deep
dips and the hills of scars, and he could feel the scab of several of them. He
looked back at Army, the breath knocked out of him. “Why?”
Army shrugged and looked away. He felt like a victim, waiting to be berated or
called childish or some other insult his therapist had thrown at him. He
frowned. “Army,” Ben sighed and leaned back down. He planted a few kisses to
each cheek, seeing how Army had tensed, to sooth him. Ben let his thigh go and
then looked into his eyes.
Army let out a quiet pout, then sighed. “Not everything’s perfect in suburbia.”
“You’re perfect,” Ben whispered and kissed Army again. He let the issue go, and
Army wrapped his arms around Ben as they rolled over onto their sides. Army
reached for the bottle first, slicking his fingers and he immediately began to
stroke Ben. Ben groaned, one arm pinned under Army where his hand rested on his
lower back. It felt good to have someone else touching him, twisting his tip,
then all the way back down.
“Have you ever-?”
“Yes,” Ben whispered hoarsely. “With girls, yeah.”
Army kissed his ear again, sucking on his earlobe and Ben breathed steadily as
Army’s hand moved faster. Ben let his head dip under Army’s, Army’s other hand
on his stomach. He could finagle his arm elsewhere, but why when Ben’s abs were
just begging to be touched. Finally though Army broke away, pulling his hand
away from Ben.
It had been a solid five minutes and Ben still hadn’t touched Army, so he
helped him. Army slipped a leg over his hip, and picked up the lube. He took it
and helped slick Ben’s fingers, then guided his wrist down between his legs.
“Just a finger,” he whispered. Ben stroked his finger around, making a slow
circle before he pressed his finger in. He watched as Army bit his lip, feeling
the digit slowly enter.
They played like this for a while, the world outside leaving them completely
alone as they fell in to each other. The house didn’t make a sound until Army
shifted, the bed creaking and he kissed Ben hard, taking his hand away from Ben
who’d been struggling to contain his excitement. Unsteady hands, and even
unsteadier guts prevailed as Army tried to position himself. Ben seemed
reluctant, struggling. Finally Army rolled Ben over onto his back and straddled
him.
“Here, let’s do it like this,” he whispered.
“Always with the whispering,” Ben teased.
“I thought you’d appreciate that,” Army whispered. He reached a hand back,
pressed Ben’s cock forward, then slipped over the tip. He stifled a moan as he
bit his bottom lip and arched his back, head tilting back as he slipped on a
bit further. He was so accustomed to the feel of his toy but this was something
entirely different.
“Oh, fuck,” he heard Ben say. Ben’s fingers dug hard into the back of Army’s
thighs and he watched as Army towered above him, thin frame outlined by the
twinkling lights. Army reached out a hand to brace himself on Ben’s chest, but
Ben’s hand caught his. Ben slid his other hand over Army’s cuts and pressed his
thumb into Army’s stomach just above his hip bone. Army gasped, forced to stay
upright though all he wanted to do was crumble.
Ben pressed Army down farther and Army let out a quiet moan, his fingers lacing
with Ben’s. He felt Ben stretch him open, pressing in deeper, inch by inch.
Finally Army gasped and began to pull himself off, then back down and Ben
squeezed Army’s hand hard.
“Fuck, Army. Oh fuck.” Ben groaned under him, Army tight around his cock that
threatened release any second. But he tried to remember his history lesson from
Friday, tried to recall the dialogue between the teacher and one of his
friends. Anything to get his mind off his impending orgasm.
Finally Army’s elbow buckled. He fell into Ben’s chest and Ben was there to
catch him. Though he seemed lost, softy moaning in to Ben’s ear, he reached
down between them to stroke himself. Army’s mouth was permanently parted as he
breathed, his body shaking as he pressed down against Ben. When Ben began to
move his hips, leaving the bed to meet Army, that’s when he lost it.
“Oh my-“Army gasped. He twisted his hand in Ben’s hair and pulled his head
back. Ben let out a gasp before Army swallowed him in a kiss. A second later
Army came; Ben felt him tense so he pushed all the way up as far as he could.
Army let go of the kiss, breathing rapidly as he came squeezed between them,
Ben’s arms now steady on his lower back. He breathed hard as he came in one
large spurt, a second trickling out between his fingers.
Ben shifted and Army gasped. He sat up, pushing away from Ben. “Don’t-“he
started to pull himself off of Ben and Ben let him go. A small wince on Army’s
part accompanied the last of Ben’s tip before Army collapsed onto Ben’s chest.
He was breathless as he lay completely spent, Ben’s arms around him and still
wanting. But Army twitched with every touch.
“Here,” Ben shifted and rolled Army over next to him. “Relax.”
“Fffuck,” Army whispered. Ben quieted him with a kiss as they lay next to each
other now. Ben stroked a thumb over Army’s waist, watching his closed eyes. He
saw the lids shift and change, Army’s eyes searching for focus. Ben smiled as
he watched, and suddenly Army’s hand slipped down to find him still throbbing
and hard. Ben groaned, and let Army jerk him off. It only took a minute more.
When they’d fully sullied the bed, they lay staring at each other. It had once
been a brothership, forged out of the lonely existence as the only two kids
within walking distance. Now Army was soft and warm in Ben’s arms, and Ben felt
safe. He kissed Army’s forehead who smiled in to the night, their whispers
quiet as the street outside.
THE END.
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