|Ben Dubay (painlingers) wrote in destructionisle,|
@ 2019-06-21 21:43:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, !thread, ben dubay, fitz killian|
Who: Ben and Fitz
What: Keeping 'Quiet'
When: June 18th, evening
Where: Kyrie and Fitz’s place
Rating: High/NSFW - Smut ahoy!!
Over two weeks had passed since Kyrie returned from her detainment (the reason why was still unknown to all) and really, Fitz didn’t need him there any more, it seemed like the two friends weren't yet willing to give up the company of the man who had seemed to have become their support and confidant. Not that it bothered Ben all that much, it was refreshing to come back to the company and having someone to talk to instead of the loneliness that was his one bedroom apartment. He could count on one hand the number of nights that he had actually stayed at his own place since the beginning of the month, he wasn’t about to move in with them but had brought over a good portion of his rations which made making meals for the three of them that little bit easier.
It was a night just like any other, a quiet one in. After a decent meal they moved into the living room where they sat chatting and watching something on TV, what it was Ben didn’t really know because his attention was more on the conversation and not the background noise. Each day he thought that maybe this was the night where they’d show him the door before they retired for the night but as Kyrie drifted off to sleep on the couch it seemed like maybe he’d be staying over, again.
They waited until she’d been asleep for a little bit until they moved. The three of them had worked a way for them all to sit on the couch after the first night, and in that moment Kyrie had curled up across both their laps- sort of. Once they were sure she was asleep, the two men took turns sliding out from the couch, trying not to disturb her. Fitz slipped a pillow over her head and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch to cover her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake.
Biting back a laugh, Fitz arched his brows at Ben and nodded toward the bedroom. He snagged his drink and the bowl of popcorn- the idea to continue their conversation while Kyrie slept. That was the idea.
Quietly he moved down the hall- aided by the gentle feline steps that overlapped into his human form. And once in the bedroom he set his glass and the bowl on the table next to the bed and turned to face Ben, who shut the door behind him. He finally let out a quiet laugh, it was breathy as he was trying to avoid making any sound. “She just completely zonked out on us.” It was so sweet actually. It gave Fitz comfort that she was so at ease with the two of them she could nod off so easily.
It was a slow and gentle art of maneuvering a sleeping person from one’s lap onto the couch, always cautious that any little movement would wake them from their slumber but it seemed like it had worked, Kyrie was still fast asleep under the blanket as they snuck out of the room with drinks and popcorn in hand.
While he wasn’t as quiet as Fitz’s silent footsteps Ben still managed to get to the bedroom with barely a sound, thankfully there wasn’t such a thing as creaky floorboards in these apartments, many a quiet getaway had gotten foiled by a timber plank. He breathed a soft sigh as the door shut behind him, letting out a soft click to let them know it was properly shut. “To be honest, I think whatever it was we were watching might’ve sent her to sleep.” Taking a sip of his drink he walked over to where Fitz was standing next to the bed. “But I’m glad she’s sleeping better now, that you both are really.”
“That, or our conversation.” He chuckled. “Though I’m sure if I was listening to a bunch of ‘old guys’ talk about their high school experience, I’d fall asleep too.” Fitz teased. In fact, most of his stories Kyrie had already heard, so it made sense that she’d fallen asleep. As much as she may have wanted to keep hearing about Ben’s… hearing a story you already know can be quite mind numbing. Especially if you’re already sleepy.
Fitz stepped up and took Ben’s hand, taking his glass and setting it aside before leading him to sit on the bed. “So, mathlete’s huh?” He smirked.
There would be another time for Ben to tell Kyrie all about his younger days and those tales of a slightly misspent youth, although even his wildest tales were pretty lame in comparison. He had spent most of his time at school studying hard with university in mind and was never really the partying type, except that one time he had drunk too much at a friend’s birthday and ended up spending the night with his head in the toilet bowl. “Just because I wasn’t a wild child, I was such a boring teenager.”
Ben let himself get lead towards the bed, giving Fitz’s hand a squeeze as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Well not really mathlete’s like you have them here, I did get placed highly in the Open Mathematics Challenge but not high enough for the CMO - the Olympiad, instead I wrote the CMO Qualifying Repêchage, got the highest ranking in my school that year though.” He didn’t want to go on about it too much, although his brain loved math it wasn’t exactly the most exciting subject and he’d be sending Fitz off to sleep in no time at all. “I did do a few science summer camps though, those were much more interesting, especially since I had already gotten bit by the volcano bug, learning about geology, the structure of the earth and seeing fossils for the first time told me that math wasn’t really what I should be doing.”
Fitz shook his head slightly. “I don’t know what half of that you said actually is.” He admitted. “But the take away is that you’re really smart.” He chuckled a little and put a hand to Ben’s face, letting his fingers play with the hair on the side of his head a bit. “I did theater and choir. But never had a big role or anything. If I hadn’t enlisted I would have probably continued to apprentice with my dad as an electrician and done that.” Funny how he ended up basically doing that when he got out of the army too.
Chewing on his lip slightly he scooted a little closer to Ben. It had been more than a few days since they’d fooled around. More than one night Fitz had fallen asleep cuddling Kyrie protectively. While part of him wanted to keep doing that. Another part was so grateful for Ben to have been there for support. And was turned on at what a caring person he was. Also, he was just hot. And he’d been cooking- which was a turn on. And Fitz may have spied a yoga session earlier that day. Why did this man have to be so fucking hot?
“So, did you always know you liked guys? Or, when did you come out?” He asked curiously.
Ben chuckled softly as Fitz played with his hair. “Well it does take some level of intellect and not to mention determination to become a doctor.” His tone light, he wasn’t really one for blowing his own trumpet when it came to his intelligence, quite a few people over the years had thought just by his looks that he must not be that bright but he loved proving those people wrong, he definitely was not a dumb blonde.
“There is nothing wrong with theater or choir, I can’t sing at all, I sound worse than your yowl. And we all need tradespeople, not everyone is good at academia.” He had admitted that he liked musical theater and had watched more than one musical movie with Fitz in the four weeks since they had first officially met, never had Ben been so glad that he had copied a lot of movies onto one of his portable hard drives which allowed him to watch them here.
Shifting a bit Ben tucked a leg under himself and turned to face Fitz a bit more. “I thought that I was... different when I was a teenager. I liked males as just as much as females and had a few secret crushes, but I never did anything about it until I went to university. That was when I first had sex with another man but I didn’t come out to my parents until I was… nearly twenty, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just some kind of phase. I was pretty focused on my studies more than relationships but did have a few casual ‘sex only’ relationships.”
“I also played football.” He said, pursing his lips slightly. “But I wanted to say the theater first, because I didn’t want you to think I was some jock or something.” For some reason Ben’s opinion of him meant something.
He nodded at Ben’s story of discovery. “I knew in high school, but hid it.” He admitted. “Tried to pretend the feelings weren’t real. Then, when I entered the army there was no way I would…” Fitz sighed softly. “Wasn’t until I was out and on my own I went to my first club. Just to see. I never really dated anyone. Just casual stuff.” He shrugged. “Even though I was out of the military, not everyone in private security approves of alternate lifestyles. But, I just… never really liked girls like that. So, even if it was just meeting guys in the club scene… I took what I could get.” Until Ben. Shit, was that revealing too much? That Ben was the first guy he’d sort of even dated? First guy he’d fucked more than once? Shit.
His hand moved down to Ben’s shoulder. “I’m glad it wasn’t a phase.” Fitz mused, leaning in to kiss at Ben’s neck. “Because I think I really like you.”
Shit, too soon? Too soon. Fuck, where was his filter when he needed it?
Ben listened, a hand resting lightly on Fitz’s leg as the other man talked about how he was a jock and his own sexual discovery, there was something interesting in hearing about how others had come to terms with their feelings and when they had realized it. While Ben would never name names or ask anyone else to, it was kind of good to know that Fitz wasn’t a complete novice although he already knew that, a novice wouldn’t have had Ben moaning and crying out the way Fitz did.
A smile spread across Ben’s face into a grin as Fitz kissed at his neck, hearing that the other man might like him. “Oui?” He breathed, head tilting a bit for more room. “I think that feeling is mutual, Fitz.” Who cared if it was too soon, or if he was some kind of first for the other man, what they were doing was feeling so right that he didn’t want to start questioning anything.
He didn’t know what the future would bring, and he didn’t care. Fitz pulled back with a bit of a grin. It felt nice to hear his feelings reciprocated. It made him feel a bit more open than before, in a good way. “It’s Pierce… Please, still call me Fitz.” He laughed, covering his mouth to not be too loud. “I was named for my grandfathers. Pierce and Fitzpatrick. Never really felt like a Pierce though.” He shrugged slightly. Still, he refrained from giving his last name. Too much information could still be dangerous.
“Now, if it’s okay with you… I’m going to take off your shirt now.” He said with a mischievous smile that seemed to be accentuated by his sharp canines.
“Pierce…” Ben said, testing out the name on his tongue, Fitz did sound a lot better and not to mention a lot easier to remember. Part of him felt honored that the other man thought enough of him to share this secret, wondering if anyone else other than Kyrie knew. “I’m Benjamin Michael Dubay, not that interesting and I don’t think named for anyone.” Although both his middle and surname sounded a bit different with the French pronunciation than the more common English one, but he had learned over the years to answer to both.
The grin appeared again, arms moving away from where they were resting so Fitz could take his shirt off. “You don’t need to ask my permission to do that, mon amour.” He had really started to enjoy using that term of endearment and so far there was no objections to it.
Slowly he started to pull up the other man’s shirt. He was eager, like opening a present on Christmas, but he went slow as to prolong the anticipation. His fingers ran over those curves on Ben’s chest as they passed, eventually pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it aside. God, he was in such good shape. Yoga body. Maybe he should start doing yoga. Cat yoga? Fitz chuckled at his own thought as he pictured a new internet meme ‘Yoga cat’.
His fingers caressed back down Ben’s bare chest, pausing at his nipples to brush across the tips that hardened at the change in temperature. “I was watching you today.” He said, fingers moving to the hem of those denim jeans. “Teaching your yoga class…” He smiled a bit wickedly. “I hope my thoughts weren’t too distracting to you.” Fitz had to admit he’d had some pretty naughty ones. But could he be helped? Ben looked damn fine doing Yoga.
Arms went up so the cotton material could be pulled up and over his head without having to pause. Despite the change in his diet since moving to the island Ben was still keeping himself fit, it involved more running, jogging and body weight exercises than before and yoga as often as he could do it. He wasn’t sure if he had gained weight or lost it but he looked the same in the mirror so he was proud of that at least, not going fat or flabby. If Fitz wanted to try yoga out Ben wouldn’t mind teaching him.
Ben shivered slightly, although it wasn’t from the change of temperature that caused it but more those velvety fingertips brushing over his nipples. “I must admit I didn’t hear you, I get into a… zone and focusing on my students drowns the animals out of my mind.” Moving back to rest on his hands he watched as Fitz’s hands moved down towards his jeans. “It was probably a good thing, I know what kinds of things go through your mind. It would have really distracted me, or caused something to… pop up.”
“Yea, there would have been a very… very good chance of that happening.” He laughed, quickly stifling it to not wake Kyrie.
Fitz ran his fingers over the front of Ben’s jeans, letting applying a slight bit of pressure. As he leaned in to take those soft lips in his. “Really should be illegal for you to do some of those moves in public.” He teased. “I think half the girls who show up to your lessons do so just to watch you.” He commented between kisses as his fingers pulled up and undid the button and zipper carefully on the other man’s jeans.
As his fingers slipped between the two layers of fabric, caressing Ben over the thinner fabric of his underwear, Fitz’s other hand adjusted himself. His lips deepened the kiss, that ‘like’ exhibiting itself as passion.
There was a soft moan as Fitz’s nimble fingers started working on his jeans, he knew they shouldn’t, that Kyrie was asleep out in the living room, but his body refused to listen to any kind of reason, the instinct was to react to this stimulation and that’s what it was doing. “That wouldn’t surprise me, everyone needs something nice to look at now and then.” Ben joked, he knew that there were a few people that attended who weren’t that serious about yoga but he treated them all the same, maybe he would change their minds.
“You do know that there are a lot more… mature poses, ones that I would never do in public.” He added in between the kisses, hissing slightly as Fitz’s hand move between denim and cotton. “And I haven’t heard you complain about my flexibility before, there are many more positions one can try if you’re bendy enough.” Although the other man was already pretty flexible, no doubt from all his time spent in a feline form.
He nipped at Ben’s lip slightly, not quite catching it in his teeth. “There is so much I want to try with you.” Fitz said, not letting the fact that they weren’t alone in the house get in the way of how much he desired the other man. And if he were being completely honest… it was kind of a turn on- the risk of getting caught. That rush was something that could surely get him in trouble.
Finally having teased enough, he pulled at the other man’s jeans, using his assistance to slide them off his hips and legs to be discarded for the time. Fitz ran his soft fingers over Ben’s exposed length, watching his face and reactions to his touch. His tongue ran over his lips eagerly. “You can bend me like a pretzel.” Oh god, he was way out of practice. That wasn’t sexy at all. “Um…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that was bad. Let me make it up to you.” Fitz smiled softly as he scooted back on the bed slightly so he could lean over and ‘kiss’ the other man’s growing member.
“You have years of catching up to do, we can do anything you want. And I do mean anything.” He said with a smirk, there was something arousing about doing this while someone else was in the house, they’d have to keep quiet as not to wake the woman still asleep out on the couch but if she did wake hopefully she wouldn’t just let herself into the room unannounced.
Hips were lifted and legs moved in order to get the jeans and underwear down and off, not really feeling that exposed even though Fitz sat nearby still fully clothed. A soft moan escaped before his teeth bit down onto his bottom lip as the hand ghosted over his length. “I’ll bend you like something… later.” Ben had heard a lot worse in the bedroom and the bad lines were kind of cute. He was going to say that there was nothing to be sorry about but when Fitz started moving down the bed and his head lowered Ben just decided to keep his mouth shut, the bite on his lip a bit harder as that kiss was placed onto the hot skin.
Lips and tongue followed down the length of the hard cock, tracing the ridge. He was careful, knowing his canines were pointy, as he took the other man into his mouth. There was something about pleasing someone else. Yea, it was nice to be on the receiving end, but making someone else feel good had always been a huge turn on for Fitz. A hand helped to guide his mouth, and caress the soft sack below. His other reached between his own legs and woke himself up over the jeans.
It took a bit to keep from moaning or humming too loud as he tasted some pre on the back of his tongue, saliva mixing and coating Ben as he continued applying a little pressure with his lips as his tongue circled the firm cock. All until he needed to come up for air.
A small gasp as he pulled up, hand following his lips up only to stop and massage his head. “I could do this all day.” He said, breathlessly, all day- except when he had to take a moment to breath. You could only get so much air through your nose when your mouth was full.
Giving pleasure was always good but getting it in return was just as good, if not better. He’d return the favor in due course, for now he let himself fall back against the bed so he could concentrate on the feeling of that hot mouth sucking as it moved up and down his length. He was also aware that the pillows were close by and he might be needing one later to muffle any sounds he would make that might get too loud.
Soft whimpers and murmurs of encouragement filled the silent room and a hand moved down to grip lightly at Fitz’s dark hair as he continued to work Ben until the other man had to pull back for air. With the heat and pressure off for a moment Ben opened his eyes and looked down his own body. “With a mouth like that I don’t know if I can keep it up all day, or night.”
Fitz’s hand continued where his mouth left off as he moved up the bed to meet Ben’s face. “Oh, I’m sure I can make you a sandwich when you need a reprieve.” He teased with a nip at his shoulder. “Or…” He placed a kiss where he nipped as he headed back down Ben’s body, lips finding purchase between each phrase. “I could… go… real… real… slow.” He finished with a lick at the other man’s head, tongue catching on that sensitive spot underneath.
“I think I’d prefer just kissing you over a sandwich, I’m hungry for something that’s not food.” Ben replied, looking up at Fitz before he started moving down again before his eyes closed so he could focus on the sensations of the lips against his skin. As much as he liked the idea of going slow and taking their time he knew the longer anything went on the more likely it would be that he would make some kind of noise which would probably wake Kyrie up, and that could be a bit embarrassing. “Mmm… you could do that, but it might make me noisy and I don’t want to have to explain it to Kyrie.”
Fitz nodded. “Very true.” His tongue ran a circle over his head before he sat up and reached down to pull off his own shirt. “We’ll just have to be very careful.” He smirked, tossing his shirt to the ground. “Maybe find something to muffle your noises- or to bite down on.” Fitz wasn’t adverse to the idea of a little bit of rough play.
His hands ran down his chest and to his jeans. “Oh… wait… did you want the honors?” He asked with a playful smirk.
Ben licked his lips as the bare expanse of Fitz's chest and stomach was exposed, eyes taking in the muscles he was getting to know. "I have an idea, but it might be distracting for you too."
"Oh, yes!" He said at the chance to strip Fitz of his jeans Ben sat up, taking no time at all to get the belt, button and zip undone. Hands pushed the material of both jeans and underwear down, knowing Fitz would stand up and take them off the rest of the way. "How about you lie down next to me?" He patted the mattress beside him.
He exhaled as he was freed from the restraint of the material. Once all clothes had been discarded he did as Ben said. “I like ideas.” Even before the island Fitz had been up for experimentation. Wasn’t always easy to find a one night stand willing to try something new- most just wanted to get off and go. But the thoughts were always in his mind. Now, it seemed he found a partner willing to be unconventional. It was nice.
So, he laid down and looked over at Ben expectedly, waiting for his next command.
"I hope you like this one." Ben couldn't say he was overly adventurous in the bedroom, he wasn't into knife or breath play, golden showers or anything too kinky, but a sixty nine wasn't exactly too outrageous. It was nice though that Fitz was up for the unconventional and willing to switch positions, it added variety.
With Fitz lying down on the bed, Ben moved so they were in opposite directions, hopefully giving the other man a very good idea of what he had in mind. "Any ideas?" He asked, getting up onto his side and letting a hand drift up Fitz's thigh.
“To many.” He chuckled as he felt a pleasurable chill run up his back at the light touch. His hand reached around to the back of Ben’s thigh and ran up to his ass as he got into a comfortable position to allow them both easy access with their slight difference in height. As one hand gave that firm cheek a squeeze, the other supported the other man’s length. His lips engulfed the firm shaft, which helped muffle his own cries of pleasure, instead coming out as a hum.
Ben was a little bit of a genius.
While there were a few inches in height difference between them it wasn't all that hard to get into a good position. He gave one last smirk at Fitz, hand stroking the length in front of him to rigidity before he leaned in and gave it a long teasing lick before taking the head into his mouth. This wasn't really a time for showing off, Fitz had already experienced Ben's oral prowess, this was just about bringing one another pleasure with as little noise as possible.
That hum sent a shiver down his spine and he answered with one of his own as he started to bob up and down, a hand holding the base where it was gently stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth.
There was something to be said about giving and receiving at the same time. It definitely challenged one’s ability to focus. Every moan was muffled, almost painfully so as he continued to pleasure his partner. It didn’t take long for them to sort of get in sync, in a rhythm with each other. Up and down and up and moan.
Them there, together, time had no meaning. For the first time since she’d been taken, Kyrie was the farthest thing from Fitz’s mind. It was a little freeing. He was completely entrenched in Ben and trying not to finish too soon.
It was a bit hard to focus, but Ben was doing it, concentrating on Fitz's pleasure and the length that was sliding in and out of his mouth stopped him from getting lost in the feeling of the mouth around his own length and the sensations of those canines that were scraping the sides that made him want to shiver.
Shifting his upper body slightly Ben changed the angle just slightly so he could get more into his mouth as he picked up the pace a little bit. Kyrie who? Right now it was all about the two of them and bringing one another towards that high that they both craved. Maybe one morning after Kyrie went to work they could do something more, something where it didn't matter about how much noise they made.
The taller man grunted slightly after a while. God, it felt so good. His free hand squeezed the inside of Ben’s leg slightly as he felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten as he pushed back that feeling- that need to release. He wanted to hold off until Ben was ready. So, he picked up the pace as well, wanting to share the climax with his lover.
His lover. Was that what they were? Fitz was once again reminded that on the island, even if he were registered options were limited. Did that mean each man was ‘settling’ or perhaps the smaller pool allowed them to find each other. Where in a larger one they may have overlooked a good thing?
Ben answered with a throaty groan, giving Fitz's thigh a squeeze in return as he sucked firmer as if to tell the other man he was getting close as well and damn if he wasn't looking forward to that climax. His hips shifted a bit, trying his best not to push forward too much, he didn't want to choke Fitz.
The way Ben looked at 'them', it was fate that had brought them together, he had stopped trying to think about it too much, if out in the real world they would have met or not, the two of them had found each other and were enjoying whatever this was that they currently had going. Maybe it was something that they should talk about, what exactly was 'this'. He didn't want to pressure Fitz into anything he might not want.
Fitz always had been more of a ‘doer’ than a talker. Actions spoke louder than words and all that. It was almost amusing. What they were doing in that moment, experiencing that sweet moment of release together, made him feel closer to Ben than he had almost anyone. There was something about sharing such a moment. It wasn’t about the pleasure, it was about sharing it.
Or maybe his brain was just a fog of hormones as he couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock throbbed with the pulse of his heartbeat as the world closed in. Instinctively he continued with Ben, though only his hand as he found his breath coming deeper and ragged as he tipped over the ledge. “Oh, shit.” He gasped, burying his head in the mattress cover to muffle his moan as his body reached that point of release.
Ben pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth, swallowing as the pulses of salty seed landed on his tongue. As much as he would have liked to come in the Fitz's mouth he was bordering on the edge and the cool air of the room pushed him over the edge. With Fitz still filling his mouth Ben just let out a loud groan as he climaxed, not really caring about anything else in that moment.
When he came back to himself he ran his tongue one last time around Fitz's length, cleaning the other man off before pulling back with a pop. "Mmm."
His chin, neck received the thick warm release from Ben. Turning his head, he licked the other man clean and let out a small laugh as his finger pulled some of the seed from his neck. He rolled onto his back slowly, as he panted a bit for breath between chuckled. “Fuck me.” He sighed contently.
Ben moved until he was lying next to Fitz, a bit embarrassed about where his release had hit the other man. Leaning over licked at the rest of it before resting his head against Fitz's shoulder. "Maybe in the morning mon amie, I think you've sucked my brains out." He joked, pressing a kiss to the firm muscle under his cheek.