Who: Ben and Fitz What: High Society When: Tuesday, 7th January Where: Some fancy party in Long Beach Rating: NSFW Status: Complete
There was something about Long Beach, it was more populated than a lot of places they had gone to in the past few months and really, the beaches and ocean didn’t really interest Ben all that much, he’d get in as deep as far as his ankles if Fitz really begged him to but that was it, water after all was the opposite to his fire and they just didn’t mix.
Something else that Ben had noticed when they had gone in to town to do their little ‘come and see Zion’ promotional trips was that there were some really interesting places, much like those that he used to frequent back in Paris and other cities around France - where the rich and famous liked to get away and have some fun.
It was Tuesday evening, no night shows were going to be held so Ben thought it a good opportunity to get out of Zion for a few hours, see if he still had that old Du Terte charm and could get himself into a party that he clearly wasn’t invited to. Thank goodness he still had some of his fancy clothes! Of course he had told Fitz about his plan and invited his boyfriend along - in whichever form he most desired to be, although Ben had the feeling that Fitz would enjoy the night more in his furry form, especially in a place with so many shinies!
The invite had been met with joy and a big kiss followed by an assist in trimming his beard and hair and styling himself up like he belonged. Which he did- but Ben was out of practice. Fitz did opt to keep in his four legged form, actually his stoat was still in it’s winter ermine coat, which used to be something royalty coveted and those in upper society still saw as unique. On the ride over, he stayed tucked along the inside of Ben’s coat, keeping them both warm. It wasn’t until they arrived at the event that he moved up to his boyfriend shoulder.
Body wrapped around Ben’s neck, his tail draped down from his shoulder as his head looked around. Chittering slightly, Fitz gently gave the elemental’s ear a small nibble- something that had become a sign of love between them when he was in a small form.
Ben knew how much… rougher he looked now compared to when they were back in France, back when he did this almost every day. Life now was different and Ben's appearance was one of the many things that had changed. He was glad that Fitz was there and remembered the styling that he had learned a decade before.
His collar was turned up against the chill, having managed to get an automobile for the evening. He chuckled softly at Fitz's chittering and the nibbling on his ear, he really did like this little sign between them and tilted his head to the side, cheek rubbing against Fitz's fur. "Now remember mon amour, be careful. I don't know these people and they might not take kindly to us." Not to mention he didn't know how closely they watched their pockets.
The ermine nuzzled Ben’s cheek, small hands correcting a bit of out of place hair. Fitz’ dark eyes sparkled as he watched others around approaching the door to the beach estate. Ben had found a nice, lavish party. The thought crossed his mind that he could likely lift an invite from someone else, make it easier for Ben to charm his way into people thinking he actually belonged there. Though, fortune was at their side as it didn’t appear that physical invites were needed. Status was what got you in.
Fitz crawled down Ben’s arm, small feet grabbing onto the fabric with practiced skill as he slipped into the right side jacket pocket. A moment later, his nose popped up from the pocket with a gold signet ring around his muzzle, chittering to get attention. He’d slipped it into Ben’s pocket… just in case. Once the ring was off his face, he groomed himself and sat perched in the pocket, appearing just fascinated with what was going on- in reality he was taking in all the lavish dresses and suits.
Ben loved it when Fitz paid him that kind of attention, correcting his hair or making sure his cufflinks were right - even if it was in the form of the ermine and not the human who he loved with all of his heart. Physical invites weren’t needed, he had heard a few names of prominent people in the area and with his usual charm it shouldn’t be too hard to pretend that he had gotten an invite from someone who obviously wouldn’t actually be there, they had gotten in to many parties in London and New York that way and this far west he doubted that his surname would be known anyway.
Another soft chuckle came from Ben’s mouth as Fitz got into his jacket pocket and popped out a moment later with the ring, taking it from the tiny muzzle he slipped it on his finger, gave the head a scratch before taking a deep breath and heading towards the front door.
It wasn’t all that hard to get in, no one questioned him as he entered and began to mingle, saying hello to people like they were old friends. He introduced himself as Monsieur Chenier - the heir to a shipping empire back in France and not a single person questioned him about it, in fact some were so interested in the snow white creature poking out of his pocket that he could’ve said he was a descendant of Napoleon and they wouldn’t have noticed.
Fitz played up the attention, especially with the women who fawned over him as their dates spoke with Ben. One such woman, the ermine crawled up her arm and perched on her shoulder as she scratched his head. Making sure that her date was distracted, Fitz nuzzled her and gave a small nibble at her ear. She giggled at pet him as those small hands slipped the earring from it’s hole with ease, the woman not noticing thanks to the nibble. It was gold and pearl and dangly and pretty.
Ben was too distracted with talking to the man about how lovely the west coast was to visit that he didn’t notice what Fitz was doing, the lady was happily fawning over him and Fitz was obviously enjoying the attention. Of course they weren’t here because Ben wanted to relive his glory years back across the Atlantic, in truth he was seeing what kind of parties these were and if they should come back to more and sneak away with what riches they could, it would be easy to sell them when they moved on and the rich tend not to notice or report valuables as stolen, unless it’s an heirloom piece such as Ben’s ring.
“His name is Pierre.” He said to a few people when they asked where on earth he had acquired an ermine from, “I saved him from a farmer who just wanted his pelt, he was only a baby so I raised him.” He had noticed Fitz had scurried away from the lady, around his back and was now on the opposite shoulder, a sign that he had put something in Ben’s pocket. Turning his head he gave Fitz’s head a scratch and made a chittering sound back. “I have grown fond of my little friend over the years, he’s good company and rarely complains.”
A small nibble was placed upon his ear as the woman gave him a little wave. Fitz was pleased with himself as Ben moved on. He climbed back into the jacket pocket and admired some of his finds. As the evening went on, Fitz became a bit bored with the small talk. He’d never minded when Ben recapped the evenings to him back in France. But having to listen to those men who saw themselves as better than everyone else droll on and on about mindless business- it was enough to make an ermine lose his mind.
One such man was petting Fitz, having asked to hold him after admiring his clean, soft, white coat. He caught Ben’s eye. It was a look, a move of his head that seemed to say ‘help me!’ He chittered happily as his ‘owner’ took him back, pleased at the smallest ‘present’ he’d left in the form of a wet spot on the man’s sleeve. Not enough to notice until a bit later. Possibly mistaken for a drink spill- but Fitz would know.
The ermine tucked his head into the cuff of Ben’s jacket with a sigh, it was a sign he needed a moment away from people.
Ben had forgotten how boring all this small talk was, he didn’t really care about the price of whatever it was that the other man was selling or had investments in, he didn’t care who had married who or had recently died, he didn’t know anyone at this party and often used the excuse to others that ‘I am not sure about markets in America, I only arrived a few weeks ago.’ that was usually enough to get them to shut up or change the subject.
He knew all of ‘Pierre’s’ looks and instantly saw the look of ‘help’, making some little excuse to take the ermine back, he had also seen the mark that was left on the man’s sleeve and tried his best not to smirk as they moved away from that group of people.
When Fitz tucked his head into the material of the sleeve Ben looked around, asking someone who obviously worked there where the bathroom was. With a ‘merci’ he slipped away from the people and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and letting out a sigh.
Once set down on the floor he stretched and then changed back into the curly English brunette. His soft skin exposed to the empty bathroom and his gorgeous boyfriend. “Oh Lord.” He sighed, stretching again, his lithe form extending tall. His arms lowered and fell over Ben’s shoulders as his head tilted, eyes unable to look away from his lover. Fitz felt the smile tuck at his lips. “As much as those wind bags can talk… I missed this. Watching you… you look so… perfect.” His voice was hushed.
Even though he’d changed a lot, there was something about seeing Ben mingle among the elite. It was like that part of him was given life. The master he’d fallen for, the man who’d saved him. He’d never give up the Ben who he shared his life with… but he loved every part of the man and felt at ease that he’d not completely lost himself in his fall from grace- of which Fitz still blamed himself.
Even after all these years watching Fitz change between his forms still mystified Ben, he doubted there would ever be a time that it wouldn't. Eyes took in that lithe body, hands moving down to rest on the slight curve of his boyfriend's waist as the arms fell around his shoulders. As much as he enjoyed the company of the little ermine nothing compared to Fitz as a human.
"I had forgotten how… boring these things are, if I have to listen to one more old man talk about gold or oil I think I'll scream." Ben whispered back, how did he survive these parties back in the day? He probably had more patience and hadn't experienced what real life was like. Strong hands pulled Fitz closer, that naked body now flush against his own. "Do you like watching me?" He teased, while he was enjoying himself with this taste of his old life he wouldn't give up what he had now if it meant giving up Fitz.
Fitz nodded. “All those girls fawning over you.” He chuckled. “‘A new bachelor in town. Oh my.’” He said, feigning a feminine voice as he fanned himself with his hand. “They’re practically throwing themselves at you.” Of course that meant Fitz had gotten lots of head rubs and snuggles and access to things like the earring, bracelet and coins he’d snagged because the women were all so interested in showing that they were okay with Ben’s ‘pet’ in hopes to endear themselves to him- even if they weren’t actually paying attention to what he was doing. “And they have no idea… they’ve no chance.”
"Let them dream, I wouldn't want their… company, they are a pale imitation to the ladies back in Paris." Not that Ben had any interest in them either, he played his part of a wealthy and well to do bachelor but enjoyed nothing more than coming home to Fitz.
"Don't lie, you're enjoying their attention too. A little scratch behind the ear." He accentuated it by reaching up to do just that, a little scratch behind Fitz's ear, knowing his boyfriend enjoyed it no matter his physical form. Leaning in he nibbled at Fitz's other ear. "But I'm going home with you."
“Can’t lie. It is nice to nestle in a warm, voluptuous bosom.” He smirked, it was amazing what something soft and cute could get away with. Fitz licked his lips, “Does it make you jealous?” He asked, softly stoking Ben’s fire.
Fitz did have a point about warm and soft bosoms, they were comforting in a way but not something he really had sought out, especially not since he and Fitz began their relationship. "Why would I be jealous? You're only doing it to get their riches." Fingers tucked some stray hairs behind Fitz's ear. "Now if you went out there as a human and started nestling bosoms, then I might get jealous."
“Oh no, wouldn’t that be a thing.” Fitz took a step back and toward the door, playfully. “Go out there in my birthdays. Just as though nothing were out of the ordinary…” he arched his brow at Ben, almost as if he were seriously considering it.
"I could loan you my jacket, it might cover… something." Ben smirked, playing along. He leaned back against the small basin in the bathroom as Fitz took a step towards the door. "But I thought by now you would have learned that I really don't like sharing." His stance widened as he cocked his head to the side.
“Selfish.” He teased, tsking.
Fitz looked from the door back to Ben. “Not that I’ve any complaints.” He was a lot more comfortable in a state of undress as he probably should be- at least for the time. It was very likely he could have walked through the party with confidence that it would actually take a moment for someone to realize he was hanging out for the world to see. “You do have a way of making me forget everyone else in the world.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, that stray lock falling back into his face. “Maybe we can wait just a little longer before going back out there.” He mused. “I don’t know if I’m ready to listen to another person talk about how the canapes are a bit underwhelming.” Fitz took a few steps back to Ben, hand placed on his chest. “And if I could admit the truth, it’s been hard to keep my hands off of you.”
Oh god no, Fitz would never do that. But, that didn’t mean that Ben still didn’t excite him and didn’t want to change. Right before everyone and jump the Frenchman.
Ben smiled, it would've been amusing to have Fitz walking out there naked but he was sure that someone would object and the police would be called, he couldn't go through that again.
"We can wait as long as you want mon amour, the party is starting to bore me." Which was a rare thing in itself. " It just doesn't have the… atmosphere of Paris."
When Fitz stepped closer again and that hand moved up to his chest Ben licked his suddenly dry lips. "Who says you have to keep them off me? We are in a locked room."
“New money… not old.” He said as if it mattered to him.
Fitz slipped a hand behind Ben’s neck, his thumb trailing along his jawline. Lips connected with passionate heat as his body pressed up against the other man’s. A brief pause. “You know we could get caught at any moment.” He said, kissing him again as the thought excited him. Another pause. “Someone coming to call in on you- make sure all is okay.” His other hand slipped down and squeezed at Ben’s firm read as his lips moved to kiss at his freshly shaven neck.
That was true, although he had found that Americans really were completely different in almost every way from what he had grown up with, especially those with money.
Ben's hands moved down Fitz's sides before wrapping tightly around the other man, holding his boyfriend as close as they could possibly get while the passionate kiss continued. When they broke for a breath of air and Fitz mentioned about getting caught he chuckled. "Exciting, isn't it?" A nip under the ear. "If they knock I'll just tell them something has made me sick and I'll be a while, that should keep them happy."
“And what a scandal.” He chuckled softly as he raised his head to look upon his lovers face. They’d had a steady life- well as steady as a traveling carnival could be- for a while. It almost made it hard to imagine the turmoil they’d been through to get there. So much uncertainty. And even though monetarily things fluctuated, they never had to worry about losing their home or jobs. They always had a warm meal and a place to be. “I love you.” Fitz said with a dreamlike quality. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.’”
Ben had given up a real good life back in France, he had everything he could've hoped for, in terms of material possessions at least, it wasn't until Fitz came along and their friendship turned into something more that he realised just what else had been missing in his life. He never had second thoughts about running away, he could've put all the blame on the Englishman, but he didn't, he couldn't do that to the man he had fallen in love with.
Life in Zion was different but he had come to enjoy it, they saw many different places that he had never even heard of and although his daily routine was pretty much the same he still enjoyed it. They had food, a comfortable little wagon and each other, he couldn't ask for more. "Don't think about things like that mon amour, I will not go anywhere unless you tell me to." He doubted that would happen.
Ben's hands reached down and grabbed firmly into Fitz's rear, pulling their hips together roughly, showing that the other man's nakedness was having a slight effect on him. "Nothing will stop me loving you."
Fitz nipped af Ben’s lip, as they collided. A sly smile slipped upon his lips. “Not even a strangers bathroom?”
Ben chuckled. "No, not even a stranger's bathroom." He looked around them, not really the ideal place but at least he would be able to please Fitz and keep them both sated until they got back to the safety and familiarity of their wagon in Zion. "And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I ignored the fact that you're naked and…" His eyes drifted down with a smirk.
“You mean take advantage of the fact.” Fitz corrected him. And oh yes, all the rough manhandling had definitely peaked his body’s interest. Fitz moved around Ben to swap positions with him, leaning against the basin, ready to brace himself.
He watched the Frenchman, a hand trailing down his abdomen until his fingers brushed over his own member. “Oh, what would those outside think of us?” He asked, careful to keep his voice hushed. “So unsightly. So undignified. So…” he bit his lip, fingers stroking himself. “Attractive. Oh I think they would act aghast. But really be jealous.” His tongue wet his lips as he got hard. “To see what we have. How good we are together. I doubt they’d be able to take their eyes away-“ and the thought of it had him firm.
Once again Fitz was right, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t take advantage of Fitz’s nakedness? Especially with the way they were talking to and touching each other. Ben moved as guided, the smirk still on his face as Fitz leaned back against the basin.
“I don’t care what they think, I’ve never cared what they thought.” Which was probably one of the reasons why they had engaged in the risky rather public display of affection that had gotten them caught, at least here this bathroom was secure, the door was locked and a place this big had several others for people who actually needed them. “Everyone should be jealous of what we have.” Ben admitted truthfully, he had seen married couples who weren’t even a tenth as happy as he and Fitz were. Lips were licked again as Ben watched the display in front of him, it was a beautiful sight to see and damn if it didn’t arouse him as well. Although he was at a disadvantage here, fully clothed while Fitz was already naked.
It was something truly special. Light brown eyes looked over Ben, proper in his suit. As much as he loved Ben’s natural form, he did wear the look well. His hair groomed, messed a little by his own fingers. Those sharp lines and the way he tended to pop his collar when cold. Granted, his overcoat had been taken upon entry, that image was still fresh in his mind. A soft moan escaped him as his fingers tightened along his shaft, as he rested his other hand on the cool basin to support himself. “Enjoying the show?” He asked with a coy smile. The idea of being caught was a turn on. That risk, it had his senses tingling. It wasn’t a desire to actually happen however, just the knowledge that it could had him almost dizzy.
Yes, Fitz was very comfortable being naked- a side effect of being a shifter he assumed. Especially when he spent a lot of time running around naket on four legs- when you think about it. But the only person he really wanted to perform for was right before him. “Any requests?” He teased.
“Of course I am, I always enjoy it when you show yourself off like this.” Ben replied, a hand moving down to rub over the growing bulge in his pants as he watched Fitz stroking himself, there was no better sound to Ben’s ears than those that Fitz made in the throes of pleasure. It was even better if he was the one causing those sounds, although many times the moans made when Fitz did it to himself had the same effect on Ben.
Ben had almost forgotten about the party that was still happening on the other side of that door, only the faintest of sounds from the music could be heard, but at least that might serve to cover any sounds that they made in this bathroom. “I’m not sure mon amour, what are you in the mood for?” An eyebrow quirked, he’d do anything Fitz asked, including having sex right here and now, be it quickly.
He hummed slightly with a small shrug. “I’m thinking, I may need some help with this.” Fitz held his shaft at it’s base as it stood straight out. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hide this in your pocket.” His tongue ran over his teeth playfully as his eyes followed Ben’s hands down. “It appears, you may be struggling to hide as well.”
Ben undid the fly of his pants and pushed his underwear down just enough to free himself from the confines of clothing and show Fitz that indeed, he had a problem that would be difficult to hide. “You know that I always struggle to hide this thing.” He said, looking down at him. He wasn’t fully hard yet but well on the way to getting there, the show in front of him doing a good job at making sure of that. “I think that it loves your body more than I do.”
Fitz pushed off the basin and moved a few steps forward, his head bumping Ben’s. “Mind of its own, eh?” He asked, reaching a hand between them to take the other man alongside himself.
He moved closer, placing his free hand on Ben’s shoulder for support as he moved his hand along both of them, encouraging the other man to harden. “You know, there is a good chance someone could knock any minute.” He said softly and breathlessly as his hips moved ever so, running himself along Ben as his fingers gripped them. “Or what if one of the staff needs to clean?” His breathing quickened at the thought as he could feel the pre drip onto Ben. His hand pulled on Ben’s shoulder, drawing him closer. “How’s your fire burning?” He could feel the warmth from his lover, knew he’d only last so long without acting on something.
Of course the thing had a mind of its own, especially when it was getting attention, be it from Ben himself or Fitz, it was almost embarrassing how much attention it wanted. He bit back a groan as the hand stroked him, not taking that long at all to get fully hard under the skillful hands of his lover, Fitz could ignite that desire in him faster than anyone else had done, ever, one of the many reasons Ben believed that they were soulmates, destined to be together.
“My fire’s raging for you… though it really wishes you would stop talking about the people outside and concentrate on what is going on in here.” Ben’s hands were still gripping Fitz’s cheeks, fingers of one now edging closer to tease in between them.
“I can do two things at once.” He smiled mischievously, looking into Ben’s eyes, watching for that flicker. “So... “ He started, his tone seemed to be that of something so obvious that Ben was missing. “Are you going to fuck me until I come all over the floor… or what?”
If that flicker wasn’t in his eyes before it definitely was when Fitz asked that question, eyes turning that deep gold that signalled the fire within was well and truly ablaze. “Hmm… maybe not the floor.” Ben whispered into his ear, nibbling at the lobe. “I was thinking about you covering that basin with it, we can’t get my suit dirty, can we?”
He could almost feel his pulse beat through his cock in his hand as he grit his teeth in excitement- and to keep himself quite- at Ben’s agreement. As he removed himself from resting against Ben, he slid his hand down his shaft and over the other man’s sensitive head, squeezing ever so as some of the clear precome covered his fingers. Mixed with some of his own, he turned, moving out of Ben’s grasp as he leaned over, using the basin to support himself. WIth the damp hand, he reached back and slipped his fingers between his cheeks, slicking his hole with what he could. It would be a tight and rough fit- bit he was ready for it.
Ben stood there stroking himself as he watched Fitz step back and bend over the sink, if he had any kind of foresight he would have packed a small bottle of oil or something that was a lot slicker than their own bodily fluids but they’d have to make do, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. Another moan was bit back as Fitz slicked himself, his own cock now throbbing with want and anticipation. Putting two of his own fingers into his mouth he got them wet with saliva before stepping up behind his lover, he reached down to help slick Fitz up that bit more before spitting on his hand and coating himself with it. “You look so séduisant.” Lining himself up he started pressing in slowly, letting the other man get use to the intrusion.
Fitz looked back over his shoulder to Ben, his eyes bright with lust for his lover. “Only because I desire you. I-” He took in a breath with a grunt and adjusted his stance slightly to open himself up for Ben more. He had to clench his teeth to not moan loudly. “Perfect fit.” He chuckled as he took himself in hand, throbbing hard for Ben. “And don’t worry… I won’t break.” His back was arched, pale and exposed as a few loose locks of hair fell into his face as his head lolled forward, trying not to exclaim as he felt Ben’s length inside him.
Ben knew that Fitz wouldn’t break, they had learned each other’s boundaries over the many years together and the limits that the other could take before things became painful, it was always something that Ben was cautious of, especially in situations like this with minimal lubrication between them. “So perfect.” He said, shifting a bit on his feet to get as close as possible until he was as deep as he could go. There was a moment to just enjoy this closeness before Ben started a slow but deep rhythm to start with, they didn’t have time on their side tonight, unlike the many times they had just spent hours just enjoying the physical and emotional connection between them, this was about getting off quickly so they could get out of the party and back to Zion where they could do it again if Fitz was up for it. “You are so beautiful.” Yes, even when he was bent over a sink, Ben thought Fitz was the most beautiful person in the world.
It was hard not to moan as Ben’s hips started to move. He found himself biting down on his upper arm to muffle. His hand tried to keep pace with Ben’s thrusts, picturing the two of them experiencing the same sensations. “As are you, my love.” He panted. Fitz could feel the pace quicken, time was not on their side. The intensity raised as beads of sweat started to pearl on his back.
“Bloody hell.” FItz hissed under his breath as a voice came through the door. His mind was a fog he could barely register the question. Apparently Ben’s absence- or rather the length of time he’d been in the bathroom- had been noticed. It took everything for Fitz not to yell something at the door himself.
Ben had just started to get into the rhythm, started to really pound into Fitz, hands gripping onto hips as he panted with each thrust.
That was until that knock. He stilled instantly, buried deep inside of Fitz as the person on the other side of the door spoke. "I'm… not well." He said in his best 'sick' voice. "My stomach does not like the canapes… I will be some time." He made a retching sound as if he was actually going to be sick. There was a response from the other person, saying they were sorry and to come out when he was feeling better. It wasn't until he was sure they were definitely gone that he started the pace again.
There was something about the moment of unsurety. Then, getting away with it. His cock throbbed in his hand and every stroke, every thrust after felt stolen, heightened. Fingers tightened around the basin as he struggled to delay gratification until Ben was ready, even though every fiber of his being was so turned on he could release any moment. “You’re definitely not well.” He whispered with a grunt. “Smuggling your boyfriend into a party, having your way with him in someone else’s bathroom.” He gasped and grit his teeth as not to cry out with pleasure at each thrust, that moment of openness, relief before the pressure of being filled by his lovers manhood. “Oh…” He started before biting down on his arm again to muffle the loud moan. He couldn’t hold off anymore. The pressure built, and he could feel the damn ready to break as his shaft pulsated in his hand. White pearls flew from him, striking the basin and the floor. His whole body trembled and his muscles contracted around Ben as his release came.
At that point Ben didn't really care about anyone else, about who may or may not be outside of the bathroom, it was all about the two of them, about this pleasure they were seeking and getting to that high. He bit down on his own bottom lip as Fitz squeezed around him, alongside that muffled moan he knew that Fitz had climaxed, it only took a few more deep thrusts until he followed his lover to that high. He managed one final thrust before coming with a groan, the heat of his seed filling Fitz as he trembled a bit from the force. Pulling the other man upright he managed a slightly awkward kiss over the shoulder before he slid out, arms looping around Fitz's chest to hold him against his front for the moment until they both came down from the high.
Fitz practically melted against Ben, his hands resting on top of his as he enjoyed the fog of sex that surrounded them. “Love you.” He whispered, knowing those two words didn’t do his feelings justice. “Be mine forever?”
There were no words in existence that would describe the way they felt about each other, that went beyond any known definition of love and right down to the soul. He nuzzled at the back of Fitz's neck, inhaling the scent of his lover and that hint of sex that hung in the air. "Forever and ever mon amour." A soft kiss on the skin. "How about we head back home? Do this again… without interruptions."