RP: Benny/Logan Round 1 (NSFW) Who: Benny Carmichael & Logan Blackwood. What: Introductions: business and personal. When: Monday 29th April 2000. (Backdated because I failed to anticipate the need for two posts.) Where: Benny's Appartement. Warnings: Explicitly NSFW. (To quote Caroline 'a solid 90% flirting or fucking'). Completion Status: Completed in gdocs.
Monday 29th April 2000, Close of Business, Eaves/Carmichael
Not relishing the idea of more nosy questions from his (temporary) landlady, and not wanting to ruin Ben's tour, if it proved to include more than just Ben's house, Logan had hopped on his bike and toured the area around Tarrytown, the bits of it he hadn't seen on his way in. Discovering a nature preserve, he'd stopped for a bite to eat which couldn't accurately be called either lunch or dinner, then walked the horseshoe-shaped woods until it was time to head back. It meant his shoes were rather less clean now than they had been when he'd been running them up Ben's leg, but as he planned to take them off it hardly seemed to matter.
Ben hadn't called him off, so whatever horrific circumstances he had potentially foreseen obviously weren't getting in the way, and the closer it got to the end of the work day, the more eager Logan felt to find out exactly what Ben's interests might be. He arrived bang-on closing time, dressed in the same outfit he'd been wearing earlier, but his hair far more tousled by both the wind and time under his helmet.
"Ready for me?" he asked, pushing the door open, not bothering to check whether anyone else was present.
–
If Ben was being honest he had taken a while to get back to work after Logan had first left. He might have spent some fanning himself like a fainting maiden in a historical romance, like the ones his mom loved so much. He hadn't had an interaction so charged in some time. He also put Logan’s number into his personal phone. Just in case.
Eventually, though, he got to pulling info packets about properties for Logan. He tried to cover the breadth of availability without going overboard. He had to exercise some control, so he covered the major bases without leaving himself nowhere to go.
When it got to lunch time he had closed up and rushed to his current home, which was both a bit neglected cleaning-wise and showed clear signs of being a recent acquisition. He managed to hide away the worst of the mess and do a rapid, but thorough, spruce up on both his bedroom and himself. Plus he'd called Leo. He missed having him nearby, and would miss doing their debrief in person later.
Rushing back to the office he stopped in to grab the lunch he'd failed to eat on his break and ate it at his desk as he forced his mind to stay on his work. He'd been productive until about an hour before closing when he started to anticipate Logan showing up. He really started to lose focus half an hour before close and resigned himself to stupid little jobs like checking the stapler was full and trying not to stare at his watch.
At ten minutes to close he was starting to wonder if Logan had changed his mind. And at five minutes before he packed everything other than the stack of info for Logan away, ready to make a rapid exit. Either with Logan or to cover his bruised ego.
When the man himself showed up, looking windswept and slightly scuffed in a way that was somehow hotter than it had any right to be, Ben didn't know quite what to do with himself. At least the smile and once over he gave was automatic.
He nodded and cleared his throat so he didn't squeak like an adolescent. “Yup, just in time,” he said. Glancing at his watch he saw there were about thirty seconds until he was due to close up. “Thirty seconds left for business. Mostly you just need to pick these up,” he said, running his hand over the neat stack of papers in a way that could almost be called a caress. ___
Being informed there were only thirty seconds left for business, Logan smirked. "If we give it any longer than that, we might not make it out of the office." Logan was capable of patience; he'd been too many people's first time not to be, but nothing about Ben had given the impression that he required it.
Now that this was (on the verge of) actually happening, every word and movement felt even more charged than it had that morning. Logan watched Ben's hand sweep over the papers and made no effort not to imagine how those fingers would feel against his skin, eyes darkening slightly at the prospect. Moving closer, letting the door swing shut behind him, he chuckled. "That's what I'm here for," he agreed, "to pick things up." Admittedly, the properties had become a secondary concern, but Logan would appreciate later the convenience of killing two birds with one stone.
Taking the sheaf of papers, Logan barely glanced at them, gaze fixed instead on where Ben's shirt collar cupped a surprisingly strong neck for a man as slim as Ben otherwise was. "Tour first?" he suggested, as if there was any doubt, "I'll look these over in my own time later. Or tomorrow." Because Ben had promised a spread of available options, and while they might not get to all of that in one night, Logan was perfectly happy to try.
–
Ben held up a single finger as he counted down the last five seconds on his watch and then leaned over and switched the answerphone over. “All official business is done for the day,” he said. He picked up the briefcase he had already packed and pulled keys from his pocket.
“Tour first,” he agreed, eyes flicking down over Logan’s body again, gaze catching on his arms in particular. “I was telling my boyfriend about it at lunch and he had some suggestions. Although how he's meant to have an opinion when he hasn't managed to visit yet I'm not sure.” He doubted there would be an issue with Logan somehow, but people surprised you sometimes. And he believed in being up front about his relationship status. “I can tell him about mixing business and fun later!
“Outside with you though, I have an alarm to set, and I do have some limits about what clients should see at the office.” He shooed Logan towards the door. Locking up would take a matter of only a minute, but he really shouldn't let anyone see that part. Plus he could communicate his interests into the bargain. He was honestly starting to tingle with anticipation. The tour was likely to be even shorter than he'd planned, and that had been pretty short. ___
Logan frowned, eyebrows drawing down to make a face that looked grumpy at the best of times appear even stormier. While a boyfriend was not something Logan had ever had, or ever been, and he couldn't really understand the concept on a personal level, it was impossible not to absorb from human society the importance placed on the concept. "Your boyfriend hasn't visited?" Ben had said he'd been in town a couple of months, and that he'd moved from only five or so hours away. If possible, the frown deepened even further as Logan remembered the way Ben's smile had dimmed thinking about whatever had happened to cause him to move. Wasn't offering emotional support at such a time what a boyfriend was for?
He did let Ben shoo him away, snorting slightly at the mention of Ben's supposed limits. "It's really not your alarm system I'm interested in seeing," he pointed out, dragging his gaze very obviously up and down Ben's frame. The body under that suit, yeah, Logan was extremely interested in seeing that, whether at the office or elsewhere. Glancing at another closing shop across the road, he realised that, at some point, he'd thought about bringing supplies, and had then promptly forgotten. Hopefully, Ben would have everything they needed.
–
The frown caught Ben off guard, even though mentioning Leo was very much a check in to see if Logan was okay with sleeping with someone with a partner. “Not yet, we’re working on it,” Ben said, feeling defensive of Leo. “Our schedules can clash quite a lot, which was a lot easier when we were in the same city. We talk pretty much every day though.” Leo would have been for the funeral if he hadn’t been several states away on a business trip nobody could take his place for. At that point the rest of his family had been around though. They needed to get together and have a long talk. “Not really your concern though, is it?” Ben asked with a raised eyebrow. “You get to decide if you’re okay that he exists or not. That’s about it.” His snappy and sassy side generally stayed out of the office, but this was an exception.
The heated gaze was reassuring and he got on with quickly doing the more private parts of closing down the office for the day, including grabbing his mac and setting the alarm before locking the door. He joined Logan, briefcase in hand, as he finished up. “The Farmer’s Market is just up that way when it’s open,” he gestured and flicked his head in the other direction, dragging a hand across Logan’s waist to turn him in the appropriate direction. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be increasingly difficult now he was out of the office. “Coffee shop over there tends to get a bit touristy in the season from what I remember,” he said. “Same is true of a lot of the super central places. Some of them are still worth it, some aren’t,” he said. He was walking quite briskly in the direction of his apartment and pointing things about on the way.
—-
Logan honestly hadn't meant to put Ben on the defensive, but even if he'd had the forethought to expect it, he'd probably have made his comment anyway. Nonetheless, he did hold a hand up in a gesture of peace. "I wasn't judging, just surprised." That was half-true, at best, but Ben obviously didn't care to hear Logan's thoughts on the matter, which was his prerogative. "You're right, anyway. My concern begins and ends with you tonight." He paired his best flirtatious tone with another admiring gaze, hoping it would help them get things back on track.
And it must've worked, because Ben's hand dragged across Logan's waist in a way that made heat sizzle up his spine. He leaned into the touch, making an almost-audible noise of protest when Ben let go to begin walking away from the office. Logan matched his pace easily, close enough that their shoulders bumped any time Ben lifted an arm to point out some feature of Tarrytown that Logan was extremely unlikely to remember in the morning. "Right, tourists," he said, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Not really something I've had to deal with much, living outside cities."
–
In theory his agreement with Leo meant he should be asking about what details Logan was sharing, but his partner was clearly a bit of a difficult topic right now, and they did have a default to nothing put in place, so he let it slide. He could ask later. And he really wanted to concentrate on Logan and the heat in his eyes.
Every time they brushed against each other Ben felt a flash of heat and he nearly whined with need at one point. The talking was just distracting enough to keep him from pushing Logan against a random wall in the middle of town. Not a good look for someone trying to establish themself as a respectable figure in the local business community. “Mmm it’s near enough to the city and Sleepy Hollow to get a good share,” he said. Such was the advice of both some folks he had talked to and the book of advice that came with the realty business. “There are some places the locals keep to themselves, I'm told.” He knew a couple from his family holidays, but hadn’t looked for more yet.
He casually pointed out places as they passed, some nonsensically since anyone with eyes could see what they were. It did distract him a little too much, and he almost walked out into an intersection without stopping. Thankfully it was quiet and he stopped himself in time. The reason for his distraction was revealed just a couple of buildings over. “Would you look at that, I just happen to have the keys to this downtown apartment of the sort you can find at relatively short notice if you have the right connections,” he said, pulling his own keys from his pocket and holding them aloft briefly. He didn’t wait for a reply, instead crossing to open the front door. “Currently fully furnished,” he said, looking back over his shoulder with eyes full of intensity. He wanted this guy in as many ways as they could reasonably manage for one night.
—
Being told that the locals kept some places to themselves had Logan raising an eyebrow, instantly curious. Whether these were supernatural-only places, or just corners where tourists weren't welcome, he wanted to find them. If they weren't for supernatural beings, it would probably take forever to qualify for 'local' status, which brought a frown briefly back to Logan's brows. For someone as long-lived as he was, he'd never been particularly skilled at being patient with societal etiquette.
Fortunately, Ben distracted him very effectively, brandishing keys and crossing the road to let them inside. Logan laughed; he honestly hadn't expected Ben to continue the ruse this far. "You could just have invited me in for coffee like a casual new acquaintance," Logan teased quietly, though it did nothing to change the way his lips curved into a smirk. He liked to think he was pretty good at making the right connections, if today was anything to go by. He hummed softly, tongue dragging across his lower lip as he pictured Ben backed up against various items of furniture. Or vice versa.
He waited until they were through the door and Ben had closed it behind them, then reached for Ben's hips, hauling him close. They were nearly the same height, so Logan didn't even have to stoop much to nip at the corner of Ben's jaw, giving a low rumble of approval at the clean, masculine scent of Ben's skin. "I've been thinking about this all day," he grumbled, though with no actual displeasure in it. He lifted a hand, working the knot of Ben's tie loose and expertly flicking open the top button of his shirt. It was only then, arguably too late, that he paused to check. "Housemates?"
–
Ben laughed when Logan mentioned he could have just asked him in for coffee. “But where's the fun in that?” He asked. “You really can have the tour if you like. But later.” His voice dropped at the last part, filling with promise. He had been distracting himself with the sort of tour so he wasn't hard as a rail in his pants, but that was rapidly going out of the, well, door.
He gave a little ooof of noise as Logan pulled him close, but immediately brought his arm around to grab Logan's ass. The nip at his jaw made him groan and his head tilted to invite more of the same. “Not exactly been doing so well at concentrating on work myself,” he said. The undressing skills were pretty impressive, but he did have one thing on his mind. Not the same one as Logan apparently. “Just me, but I am upstairs,” he said, gesturing to the stairs leading up to another locked door. Downstairs was occupied too, but they both worked in the city and wouldn't be home for at least an hour, likely two or three.
He ground his hips once into Logan and pulled back with a little whine of regret. He had to get them upstairs somehow and making a dash for it seemed like the best plan. He took two stairs at a time only to fumble his keys slightly. He was good with keys though and quickly got the right one in the lock and opened the door.
—
A tour would probably be good. It wasn't like Logan had never been in an apartment before, but this way he could get an idea of the kind of space he might have to work with if he chose to live downtown. "Later," he agreed, far more interested right now in chasing the groan Ben made, keen to draw out another as he licked down the groove that disappeared into the collar of Ben's shirt.
He used the hand on his ass as a (barely needed) excuse to flex his hips forward, giving an appreciative hum at the hardening line of Ben's cock. "I'd be disappointed if you had," he teased, "when you could have been thinking up things for us to get up to. I certainly was." Frankly, Logan was pretty sure they were both riled up enough for round one right here, and they'd finish and be upstairs before anyone interrupted, but this was Ben's building, so Logan did his best to look gracious about Ben pulling away.
He did, at least, chuckle when Ben practically sprinted up the stairs, following with just as much determination, if somewhat less fumbling. He didn't even try to resist the urge to press himself against Ben's back in the brief moment before the door swung open. Once they were through, he spun easily before mimicking a very similar position, chest-to-chest with Ben's back against the closed door. He leaned close, lips ghosting over Ben's once, not quite touching, then drifting back to his neck to do the same, breath warm against Ben's skin but still no actual contact. "Now are we alone?" he purred.
–
“You left me with a very compelling reason to be distracted,” he said with a squeeze of Logan's ass. “And that's before my imagination really got involved.” The grind of Logan's hips made him shudder slightly and he smiled.
“Fuck if you keep getting that close,” he groaned, getting cut off as Logan practically pressed him to the door. They just about managed to stumble their way through and back together again and the feeling of anticipation broke for the better. “So alone,” he said slightly stupidly and directed Logan's mouth to his own to close the anticipation loop. The kiss was rough, but all the better for it, as he pulled them as close together as possible. He wasn't hugely fond of coming in his suits, but at this point he didn't care very much. He squeezed a hand between them and brought it to the hard cock he'd felt before when Logan ground against him. “Mmm, not just a tease,” he murmured, before getting to work on the opening.
—
Logan snorted. "Yes," he agreed, even though he knew the way he'd heard the words wasn't necessarily the way Ben had intended them. "We are definitely going to fuck -" he punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips against Ben's - "if I keep getting this close." Which was, really, why he was doing it. And while they probably could fuck with (just about) all their clothes still on, it wouldn't be Logan's preference. Since Ben was doing a fine job keeping them pressed together without the help of Logan's hands on his hips, he moved them to tug Ben's tie loose as he groaned into the kiss.
The roughness of it had sparks skittering across Logan's skin under his clothes, making him bite back at Ben's lower lip before his tongue slid over the abused flesh to explore deeper. His gasp as Ben's hand cupped his cock was more than a little lost, but the way his hips bucked instinctively, pushing him into Ben's palm, would have been hard to miss from across the room, let alone from Ben's position. "Never," he agreed, discarding Ben's tie and working (blindly) on the buttons of his jacket. Logan could tease with the best of them, if his partner was into that, but he always followed through.
–
Ben really loved it when a hookup felt easy. Yes, they were teasing each other and had been almost since they started flirting that morning, but he felt like they were really on the same page about what this was. Well, after the hiccup talking about Leo.
Part of him really wanted to fuck against the door, or right next to it but he knew from painful experience that it sounded far sexier than it was. So he got on with helping get them both naked, even as they kept sharing exploratory kisses. By turns rough and searching, but rarely sweet, he licked and nipped as his hands went to pulling off his own coat, and then working on Logan's. He would happily leave a trail of clothes on the floor for later Ben to deal with. It had been difficult to resist a bit of a squeeze to Logan's cock before he pulled away, and so he hadn't.
“Sofa or bed?” He asked. Closer or more comfortable. Not that he gave him much chance to respond easily as he leaned in and licked a stripe up the tempting tendon in Logan’s neck, nipping as he reached his jaw.
—
Jackets out of the way, Logan ran eager hands over Ben's chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, fingertips dragging over the lines of muscle before he migrated to the buttons. Ben's question made him take a step back, curling a hand into Ben's open shirt to drag Ben with him so they could keep kissing even as they moved deeper into the flat to where the bed or sofa were presumably located.
Closing his eyes, Logan tipped his head to one side to let Ben's mouth brush warm and wet over the spot just under his jaw that made Logan's cock ache. Distracted as he was by that, he tried to picture what he wanted most.Or at least, where he wanted to start. "Sofa," he decided, sliding his hands down to Ben's ass, squeezing through trousers that were, somehow, still on. "Wanna ride me?" Logan's tone, he hoped, very much conveyed that 'no' was an acceptable answer. They'd find something else to do, Logan had no doubt.
Pulling himself away from the influence of Ben's mouth, Logan glanced around the apartment until he located the sofa. Now he knew where they were headed, he tugged Ben against him once more, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and leaving it a grey puddle on the floor. Logan was pretty impressed that he managed to walk them backwards to the sofa without tripping over anything. Once there, he propped himself on the arm of it to start unlacing his boots, eyes dark on Ben's bare chest all the while.
–
At least that was one decision made, given that Ben was having a harder time thinking coherently about details it was very welcome. Although he was feeling distinctly like both of them were overdressed. Logan in particular only seemed to have lost his jacket, which was so disappointing. He had zero objection to the hands on his chest or being moved around though he wasn’t going to start complaining.
He could practically feel his eyes dilate at the suggestion and he nodded eagerly. The “yes” that came out was something of a growl. How long he’d last was a totally different question, but he somehow doubted it would be their only round this evening. Bottoming did usually help a bit though. He crouched down to undo his shoes, purposely in a position where he could look up at Logan mock-coyly through his eyelashes. He looked up to Logan’s face and then slowly down to the bulge in his trousers, licking his lips.
“Now hold that thought,” he said, rising to his feet and kicking off his shoes. He made a beeline for the bathroom, given the supplies in there were slightly easier to get at than in the bedroom. As he walked his hands came to his belt and undid it, glancing over his shoulder as he got to the door to make sure Logan was watching. He pulled the belt from the loops and dropped it. Then he went through the door and took the two steps to the cabinet, grabbing a box of condoms and almost-full bottle of lube.
Turning round he posed in the door, holding out a triumphant hand with his haul and using the other to undo his trousers, which he dropped to the floor with a little wiggle. The boxer briefs did absolutely nothing to hide how hard he was and how much he wanted this. His predatory smirk just topped off the sight in his opinion.
—
Having Ben on his knees, looking up like Logan was his next meal, was enough to make Logan's stomach tighten with need. He reached out, all ready to slide his hands into Ben's hair and keep him there, when Ben stood up and started moving away. Logan gave an audible whine, sure Ben knew exactly what he was doing. "Now who's just a tease," he muttered, but his gaze was still all heat and desire, not actual irritation.
He watched as Ben walked away, admiring the way the trousers clung to his ass and thighs, grinning when Ben lost the belt. Maybe not just a tease, after all. For a moment, as Ben posed in the doorway, Logan met his eyes, then let his gaze drift down to the boxers which, if anything, clung even more enticingly. Feeling his internal temperature spike, Logan reached for the back collar of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, throwing it towards where he'd left Ben's.
Maybe he could have stopped there, let Ben come back to him to help him out of the rest of his clothes, but they'd been working each other up since that morning, and Logan didn't imagine Ben was going to object if Logan hurried things along. Loosening the drawstring of his own trousers, he pushed them easily to the floor and stepped out of them. "If you don't get back here, I'll start without you," he warned, adjusting the very evident line of his cock through the pale grey boxers.
–
“There’s a difference between teasing and acquisition of the essentials,” Benny called over his shoulder as he walked away. He really kind of wanted to just say fuck it all and blow Logan against his sofa, but he had hardwood floors and he wasn’t 21 anymore. Also the idea of riding him was really fucking enticing.
The firmness of the muscle he’d been feeling below Logan’s shirt hadn’t been lying he discovered as the shirt went flying. He wanted his hands on it. Then he stepped out of his trousers too and Ben was groaning with need. “Fuck,” he groaned long and low, mouth almost watering. He strode across the room and tossed the supplies at the sofa with little care as he plastered himself back against Logan. Both hands started near his abs, but one went up and pulled his face in while the other went down and back to pull their hips together.
He took charge just a little, walking Logan the couple of steps from the end of the sofa to where he could push him down and immediately straddle his lap, hips grinding up at the hard length of cock in front of him. His hips worked in a slow merciless grind that flicked back at the end before pushing back into contact again, a chorus of moans and whimpers falling from his lips. The slight cushioning of two layers of fabric was somewhere between a tease and necessary to stop him coming almost immediately.
—
"Mmm," Logan hummed in agreement. "I was going to bring them, but I got distracted." This was part of the reason why his very first act in Tarrytown had been to visit a realtor. As soon as he had his own space, he'd be able to take people back to it, secure in the knowledge that essentials were always on hand.
The vigour with which Ben pulled them together again might've made Logan chuckle, had it not been for the intensity of Ben's gaze. Even that one brief moment of feeling like he was all on show was breath-taking, making Logan pant into the kiss as Ben guided their lips together once more. As well as rough, the kisses were getting messy now, lips bitten inelegantly off-centre, Logan's slight stubble scraping across Ben's chin. And all the better for it, as Logan finally did lift a hand to Ben's hair, fingers clutching at the short strands near the nape of the neck.
With no objection to Ben taking charge, Logan dropped heavily onto the sofa cushions, reaching out to palm either side of Ben's hips as he swung one leg over to straddle Logan's lap. He ran his palms up Ben's chest, thumb detouring to circle one nipple gently, watching the reaction before his other hand pinched more viciously, to see which might meet with more approval. Of course, then Ben snapped his hips in a way that had Logan seeing stars, brow resting on Ben's collarbone as he sucked in a breath. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "Knew you'd be good at this." His hands dropped back to span Ben's hips, making no effort to change the way Ben moved, just revelling in feeling it from as many angles as possible.
–
He didn’t care that their kissing had gotten messy. The nips and the beard burn was honestly part of the enticement. Still, he trailed his lips across one side of Logan’s jaw towards his ear and neck. He enjoyed the hand in his hair, even if it wasn’t in the part that was long enough to tug at.
The first touch of his nipple made him groan happily, the pain of the pinch made him whine and his hips stuttered out of rhythm. “Not just yet, I’ll come too quick,” he panted, movement pausing as he caught a hold of himself. He liked a little pain with his pleasure sometimes, and this sort of encounter was exactly the right sort for it. He quickly started to move again, the movements almost inevitable at this point. The noise he was making was uninhibited and somewhere between a whine and a moan.
“You gotta start or I’m not gonna last,” he panted into Logan’s ear, one of the hands that had been on his shoulders or neck guiding Logan’s hand around to his ass. He could prep himself, but it wasn’t his favourite thing to do if there was another option. Plus prep was so often slightly uncomfortable with someone new and it would take the edge off. He’d not had that kind of time at lunch, having been more concerned with moving boxes out of the way and getting rid of his mess. Less sexy but turning out to be far more useful.
—
Logan rumbled a noise of approval, filing that information away for later. Just because he didn't want to bring Ben to the edge right this second, didn't mean he might not want to make it fast at some future point, whether that was later tonight or if they hooked up again. They were, after all, living in the same town for the foreseeable future.
"And whose fault is that?" Logan asked, amusement obvious in his tone. Nonetheless, his free hand reached for the lube while the other tugged Ben's boxers down as far as they could go without Ben actually having to lift up off him. He ran his hand back up appreciatively over Ben's bare skin before actually letting go so he could use both hands to squeeze and manoeuvre the bottle. Once two fingers were suitably slick, he set his mouth against Ben's shoulder, nipping gently enough not to hurt, since apparently that might make Ben lose control. Logan didn't want that. Not yet. He dipped his fingers between Ben's cheeks, breath hitching as he felt the skin of Ben's hole, working the lube in tiny circles, letting Ben's own movements guide him. This part, at least, Logan was pretty good at being patient about, waiting until he felt Ben relax a little before giving a testing press inwards.
–
“Both of us,” Ben said emphatically “But that isn’t a complaint,” he added with another slow grind of his hips. He wasn’t backing down, both because he wasn’t a tease and because it felt so damn good. He pressed back into the hand on his skin, and although there was a moment of tension as the first lubed finger touched his hole he was soon past it and letting Logan work. He knew better than to rush this, but he still couldn’t help twitching slightly between the fingers at his rim and the sparks every time he ground their cocks together.
He nodded, “Yeah, go on,” he breathed, doing his best to relax into the intrusion. His hips stilled as the first finger pressed in. He was somehow surprised at the care Logan was taking, even though nothing beyond eagerness suggested he would rush past the needs of his body to prevent injury. The testing probe felt good but at the same point it was a bit odd. It was always a bit odd that first little bit. For the first time since they had pressed together downstairs Benny felt his cock flagging just the slightest. It was pretty normal for him and he looked Logan in the eyes and smiled, one tooth catching his lip unintentionally. “Bit more, go on,” he encouraged. Past the initial push it was gonna feel so good.
—
Logan chuckled, willing to accept that, yeah, everything happening was both their fault. He rocked his hips up as much as he could without throwing off either Ben's balance or his own prep. "No, doesn't feel like we've got any complaints here," he agreed, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan as his cock rubbed deliciously between Ben's erection and his thigh.
He let Ben's movements, as well as Ben's words, be the barometer of when Ben was ready for more. It was impossible to do this and not imagine how Ben was going to feel around his cock, and Logan didn't really try as pressed in deeper, still slow, but nonetheless insistent. Nothing about Ben at any point today had given Logan the impression he'd put up with anything he didn't want, so though he noticed that Ben didn't feel quite as hard against him as he had, he didn't assume it was a problem.
–
“I don’t,” his breath hitched as he gasped. “I don’t often complain when people are up for fucking my brains out exactly how both of us want it.” He was feeling antsy and playful and enjoying himself a lot.
As Logan slipped deeper Ben lost most of his words, caught up in the sensation. He knew soon it would be Logan’s cock inside him and he wanted it so badly. He could still give directions though, and still sink himself back a little to counter Logan’s pushes. The first finger felt like a test, like checking he was willing and he was so willing, so ready. It wasn’t long until he was demanding “Another.” He held himself still enough to let Logan line up and as soon as he felt the push his head fell back with a groan. He had to shift a hand to Logan’s knee for a counter balance.
—
As hot as the words were, there was something about Ben not making it through a sentence without breaking off to gasp that drove Logan a little wild. He lapped at the hollow of Ben's throat, dragging open-mouthed up to the bump of Ben's Adam's apple. The head of his cock was definitely leaving a wet spot against the inside of his boxers, but Logan didn't take his hand off Ben to readjust. Not that much longer and they'd get rid of the underwear altogether; he could wait. Maybe.
Ben's head falling back was beautiful, and Logan followed it to lick and suck at the exposed skin of Ben's throat, basically worshipping it. There wasn't much finesse or direction, all of Logan's attention focused on working the second finger inside Ben, feeling the muscle stretch around him as he shifted to find the best angle.When he thought Ben could take it, he fluttered his fingers against each other, giving a slightly wider profile and grinning against Ben's skin as he heard and felt the noise caught in his throat. "Nearly ready," he breathed, half a question, half an affirmation.
–
Through the stretching and the fluttering, the lips and tongue on his skin Ben struggled to concentrate on his words or actions, instead letting his body move as it needed to. He needed to moan, he needed to keen, he needed to ride Logan’s fingers. Just a little. Just a foreshadowing of what he would do to his cock. He was fully hard again, just about knowing enough to not to rub too much against Logan now so he wouldn’t come before he was ready.
He nodded in confirmation just as one finger zinged off his prostate and he cried out with a shuddering voice. “Yes, yes. Gotta get these off,” he said, pushing at his own underwear. It was useless, he had to get up and to do that he had to let Logan pull out. When he did it left him feeling just that little bit empty, that little bit needy. He pressed something like a kiss, all teeth and tongue to Logan’s mouth and climbed off the sofa so he could strip away that last pesky piece of clothing. He did it quickly, hand coming to grasp the base of his cock tight because cock ring hadn’t been on the essentials list and he kept getting close. He wasn’t sure if Logan was getting up, but Ben was watching, waiting to see what exactly he was getting inside himself.
—
The sight of Ben's fingers wrapped around the base of his cock made Logan's throat go distinctly dry. He wanted those hands on him, in him; it was only a shame they couldn't do everything they wanted all at once. He didn't bother standing, merely wiped his still-slick fingers on the material of his boxers before he lifted his hips to shuck them off over his ass and push them the rest of the way to the floor. He could feel Ben's eyes on him, warming him all over, regardless of the actual temperature of Ben's apartment.
He was about to demand that Ben get back into his lap where he ought to be, but caught himself at the last second. Instead, he reached for the condoms Ben had brought, tearing the packet open and rolling the latex down his length with as little touching as possible. He was already so hard, he didn't need to add any more stimulation unless it came from Ben. "Think you're ready for me?" he asked, with a teasing lilt. He was confident Ben wouldn't be disappointed, but equally he wasn't big enough to require extra prep or reassurance.
–
Ben’s breath was coming heavy as he watched Logan, and Logan watched him. He wanted him desperately and yet wanted to hold off on coming as long as he could. That bit of tease always felt good. He wanted to get to his knees and worship Logan’s cock, but wanted it inside him at the same time. He wanted to be riding him already, wanted to be full of him. He was sure they could do all of these things and more before the night was over, but he wanted them all the same.
Keeping hold of just enough patience to wait while Logan got a condom on he teased a finger up the side of his cock. Just gentle enough to make him squirm rather than really get him closer and he wriggled on the spot, the slick of lube between his ass cheeks making him groan with want.
“So ready,” he said forcefully. He took a couple of shuffling steps back to the right position and knelt on the left side of Logan before swinging one leg carefully over and coming down as slowly as he dared, rubbing his erection down Logan’s chest and stomach as he pressed the two of them together. He stopped as he felt Logan’s dick catch the top of his thigh. “Hold yourself, yeah?” he suggested. He’d offer but if he was anything like as turned on as Ben someone else’s hand might be a bit much right now. He did his best to help guide Logan’s cock to his entrance, his breath hitching and little whines coming out as he found an angle to start letting him in.
—
The way Ben rubbed against him, all that skin-to-skin contact, had pleasure coiling tighter in Logan's belly. He settled one hand on Ben's thigh, squeezing hard enough to be felt but careful not to let his nails scratch Ben's skin. Not yet. The other held his cock steady, the two of them managing to guide it to where they both clearly needed it to be at this point.
Ben inched down on him, looking spectacular, all long, slim lines leading to an erection Logan knew better than to touch right now. Instead, he let his hand slide higher on Ben's thigh, around to grip his ass as it sank lower and lower towards Logan's lap.
"God, look at you," he breathed, grinning. Ben looked and felt amazing, and Logan was having to make a serious conscious effort not to buck up and bury himself in Ben's heat.
–
He slid down slow, little whimpers and heavy breaths escaping him as he felt gradually fuller and fuller. It was just slightly uncomfortable but oh so good in a way that gave him a few moments of breathing room. The stretch in his thighs and the fullness was exactly what he wanted and needed right now.
“So good,” he breathed. “You feel so good.” He leaned in and kissed Logan, open mouthed and with more enthusiasm than style. He needed to let the overwhelm out somehow though. He slid his hands up Logan’s chest, brushing his nipples as he went past and rested his hands on his shoulders for leverage.
Pulling back from the kiss he smirked and twitched an eyebrow up in a way that was almost a question but he didn’t bother waiting for the answer. Instead he lifted his hips steadily, just testing the angle. He paused at the top, Logan’s dick still just inside him and grinned, coming back down just as steadily before immediately picking up the pace even as he groaned. “Yes!” He could hardly forget how much he liked to ride cock but something at the actual act was always more intense than he remembered.
—
Logan swore quietly at the brief touch to his nipples, but didn't take his eyes off Ben, despite the urge to close them and focus on the sensations coming at him. Ben was worth watching, his hair coming out of its perfect style to curl slightly from the heat and friction they were working up between their bodies. He nodded into the kiss; it went without saying that Ben felt great, especially when he pulled away to set a rhythm that made sweat gather along the back of Logan's neck.
His now-free hand slid into Ben's hair, surely dishevelling it further as he tugged Ben back down for more open-mouthed kisses. Swallowing up Ben's noises, Logan echoed them with his own, moaning against Ben's lips as the fingers tightened in his hair. "Fuck, yes," he panted, finally giving in to the urge to buck upwards, somewhat disrupting Ben's careful rhythm, until the two of them figured out how to move together.
–
There was a line of sweat starting to collect up Ben’s spine and he could feel it in the slight draft that breezed through his apartment at certain angles when the wind was in a certain direction. And he cared not a whit. He watched Logan’s face, just to see the pleasure grow. He knew he’d given up on composure a while back. He was just concentrating on feeling good, on making Logan feel good.
As Logan lost control and bucked up Ben cried out as the shift it created caused Logan’s cock to rub firmly against his prostate. The combo of the new angle and rhythm lost him almost all access to purposeful language as he chased release. They were moving well together and with every thrust from Logan or buck of Ben’s hips little sounds escaped his mouth, mostly swallowed by Logan. He wasn’t going to last and he didn’t care at all. He just knew this was only going to be his first orgasm of the night and not the last.
—
Whether he was hearing or feeling Ben's noises, they were making Logan's hips snap up harder, driving him into Ben with more force. He couldn't resist the urge to dig his nails into Ben's skin where they rested on Ben's thigh. Dragging them down, he was sure he'd leave marks in his wake, even if they only lasted for a minute or so. "Come on, come on," he murmured, not very clear as to whether he was talking to Ben or to himself.
He wanted Ben to come first, wanted to get to watch, but even he could tell it was increasingly unlikely. Unless he could co-ordinate enough to get a hand round Ben's cock, but frankly, Logan didn't want to let go of Ben's hair, and Ben's thigh was so hot under his hand… Pressing his face into Ben's shoulder, he shuddered through his orgasm, his moan mostly muffled by Ben's skin.
–
The nails digging into his skin were exactly what Ben needed, even if it did make him yelp in surprise. That edge of roughness and pain that enhanced his pleasure at just the right moment. He lost his rhythm, but didn’t care as Logan slammed into him harder. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” he garbled out, words half lost to the strain in his voice. It wasn’t a reply, not really, just a declaration of what was happening.
Between the slight tug on his hair, the stinging pain in his thigh, and the delicious slide of Logan’s cock it was almost but not quite enough for Ben. He needed just a touch more. Even as he felt Logan shudder he was gripping harder at his shoulder with one hand, his hips still working, but his other hand grasped desperately at his own cock. It was a handful of strokes later that he started to come, driving himself down on Logan’s cock in a filthy grind to get him as deep as possible to feel the fullness. His chest heaving as he shot between them, grinding until he started to get sensitive.
“Fuuuuuck,” he mumbled low, head tipping forwards to Logan’s to rest together as they both panted. “You fuck good,” he murmured, clearly very pleased. A few seconds and they’d need to attend to the messy getting apart, but for now he just needed to rest a moment or two.
—
By the time the post-orgasmic tingling had subsided and Logan was able to process things outside his own body, Ben had already come, and Logan made a vow to himself that he wouldn't miss it next time. He looped an arm around Ben's waist, enjoying the weight of Ben's body on him, even now that the urgency had passed.
"We fuck good," he corrected, grinning into Ben's hair. It seemed only right to give credit since Ben had done a lot of the work. "If the rest of my time in Tarrytown continues like this, it will have been a good move." He laughed, because while it was true, Logan had definitely arrived in places and had excellent sex on the same day before; he'd just usually brought his partner with him, rather than finding them already living there.
Right now, Logan didn't want to move, and his cock definitely wasn't ready to stir again, but even so, he was still optimistic about the rest of the evening. "Hoping I can find out how you fuck later," he informed Ben.
–
Ben laughed softly, allowing himself to just relax into the moment of connection, the sweat on his body starting to cool ever so slightly. “Yeah, okay, I’ll give us that,” he agreed. He tried not to lean too heavily into Logan, not wanting to weld them together with his come. “I can’t promise much beyond it’s way more fun than I remember when I was a teenager,” he said. “And it’s near enough to the city or proper country space you can find a bit of whatever you want. Not sure about casual fucking, I’ve still got to find that out myself.”
Just then his thigh started to feel like it would cramp anytime. “Ugh, gotta move,” he said. “Hold onto the condom?” he requested. “I don’t want the emergency ER run for things stuck up my ass,” he said with a wrinkle of his nose. Once Logan had taken hold he eased himself up with a wince and stood up. “Kleenex for that at the end,” he added with a laconic hand as he headed back to the bathroom for a cloth. Since he’d stopped the cramp happening his all body felt loose.
He kept talking as he cleaned himself up a bit. “Oh that sounds like an excellent plan,” he said. “Maybe in my actual bed this time?” he offered. “I also really want to suck your dick at some point,” he called out.
Ben sauntered back out of the bathroom shortly afterwards with a warm, wet, washcloth for Logan. He shifted his blanket and sat down on top of it, knowing it was far more washable than the sofa and lifted one heel to the edge of the sofa, still naked.
—
Logan snorted slightly at being told Ben had yet to find out where or if casual fucking might be available. "I don't think either of us is going to struggle," he pointed out, waving a lazy hand between them. Clearly, they were both pretty adept at both noticing when someone was interested and translating that into actual sex. What Logan might struggle to find was anyone for whom the fucking was significant. Not someone looking to get into a relationship, but someone for whom the sex would be the key to… something.
He watched Ben go, then wrapped the condom in Kleenex and got up to hunt for a bin to put it in. He didn't need to go far, and was back on the sofa while Ben was still in the bathroom. He smiled, pleased (though not surprised) that Ben readily agreed to a round two, and satisfied with how easy it was to talk about details. "I am equally good in a bed," he promised, mostly teasing, though Ben wouldn't find it inaccurate. He did lick his lips at the mention of Ben sucking his dick. "You won't catch me saying no to that," he agreed eagerly. "Maybe shower first. You can show me what to expect from the local water pressure."
Cleaning himself up, he stretched a leg out to make contact with Ben now they weren't pressed together. "Anything else you like?" he asked, curiously. Yes, he could work it out via non-verbal cues most of the time, but what else were they going to talk about in between?
–
“Ehhh, I am totally hot enough, but people can be weird about me being poly and bi, or pan I guess,” he said with a little wobble of his hand to indicate his hit-and-miss entanglements. If he met the right people it wasn’t an issue, but there was plenty of stupid infighting in LGBT circles. He tried not to participate, but once in a while the bitching was fun.
He was far more relaxed now, both because of the sex, and because he was fully out of office mode. As much as he had enjoyed the flirting he really did try and mostly stay professional at the office. He knew his actual age, and the fact people seemed to think he was younger than he was, tended to work against him there. “I am glad to hear you’re good at more than just quick and dirty on the sofa,” he teased. He grinned widely as he headed back towards Logan and his acceptance of being blown. “People rarely turn it down for some reason,” he said with a wink. He laughed again and nodded. “I would gladly give you a close, personal tour of the water pressure,” he said with a lascivious once over of Logan’s body. “No, really you’re welcome to a shower though,” he added more seriously.
Relaxing back and into the pressure of Logan’s leg Ben considered. “Well you can probably be a bit more relaxed with the causing me pain thing now I don’t feel like I’m going to come any second,” he said. “Pinching my nipples and slapping me on the ass in particular tend to send me right over the edge if I’m already close.” He was looking over at Logan, his head resting against the back of the sofa and tilted towards the other man. “How about you, anything else you want or don’t want that isn’t as obvious?” It had taken him a while to get good at communicating openly about sex and relationships in general, but he was fairly used to it now.
—
"You are hot enough," Logan agreed, even though that hadn't been what he'd meant. "I was complimenting your flirting skills, though." He could imagine that being in a relationship, even one which allowed other partners, might be more complicated than just being single. "I don't tend to mention to men that I also sleep with women, or vice versa. Why does it matter?" It was half a rhetorical question and half not. Humans, if Ben was human, were weird about a lot of things Logan didn't understand. "As long as we're being safe," he added, since one of his previous partners had explained to him that some women would consider sleeping with him riskier than a straight man.
Logan felt significantly less penned in here, in Ben's apartment, than he had in his bed and breakfast, and the presence of naked Ben was only three-quarters of the reason. He smirked back, feeling he hardly needed to say that he was good at most things when it came to sex. Given enough time, Ben could find that out all on his own. "I do enjoy shower sex." Maybe that was the kelpie side of him, or maybe water dripping off bare skin was just inherently sexy. "Provided the shower in question isn't going to break. I've had that happen more than once."
The mention of Ben's preference for pain sent a fizz over Logan's skin. It still hadn't been often (comparatively) that he got to indulge in being rough enough to actually hurt. It felt new and exciting. Running his tongue over dry lips, he nodded. "Yeah, didn't want to spoil the fun by making you come too fast, but I'll keep that in mind." As for things Logan wanted, that truly wasn't a question he got asked much. He either initiated such things himself to test the waters, or asked outright the way he'd asked if Ben wanted to ride him. Logan shrugged. "Is it very boring to say most of what I'm into is obvious? You can be rough with me, too. Pull my hair, bite me, scratch me, all sounds good."
–
He smiled at the compliment, flattered. “I mean, you did make it pretty easy to read, which is good because I usually try not to flirt with people at work. Bad for business if it goes wrong,” he said with a laugh. He sighed at the complicated sexuality question. “I somewhat understand it from an external sense because of what society tells people, but I don’t get it for me. I like people for who they are and as long as people agree to what we’re doing it shouldn’t matter. For me that includes being as safe as we can because HIV is a horror I’ve seen too much of, even from the edges,” he said, arms and hands moving freely to illustrate his point. “Plus I don’t want to be getting people pregnant thanks. And I don’t like lying about my relationship because I know not everyone is okay with being involved in something poly even as a one-off.” He shrugged philosophically. He’d got used to the nature of it.
“Oh shower sex is fun,” he agreed. “I don’t know if it’s gonna work in my shower,” he said. “That thing is pretty fucking tiny and we’d have to stand ever so close together,” he added with a wicked grin. “I am very much up for an experiment.” He glanced down at his lap. “Or I will be in a bit.” He couldn’t resist laughing at his own joke just a little.
Ben just hummed happily and grinned. “Yeah okay that’s good,” he said. “I was too distracted to do any of that last time but I’ve been known to be rough too,” he said. Even with his relationship style this style of winding down was a little unusual, if surprisingly comfortable. “I really do appreciate you helping me hold off though. The fucking anticipation really did its job,” he said, nudging his shoulder into Logan with a pleased smile.
—
Logan shrugged. One of the things he did appreciate about the way human society had changed over his lifetime was how much easier it now was to get a sense of someone's interest right away. He still remembered when women had been taught it was somehow immoral to even look at a man, let alone do anything else. "Subtlety isn't my strong suit," he admitted. "Either I'm obviously interested, or I back off if it's not mutual." There wasn't really a middle ground for Logan. "I can understand the relationship thing," he added, nodding. "It doesn't bother me, obviously, but I can see why it might be a dealbreaker for some people." He had, at least, observed enough human relationships to understand jealousy and possessiveness and the idea of one person for everyone. "The sexuality thing… I just don't see where those people are coming from." Even though Logan had thought (assumed?) he was straight for a long time, having sex with a woman who also fucked women would never have troubled him.
"Maybe I should put that on my list of requirements for a house," Logan teased. "Shower both sturdy and big enough to have sex in." Speaking of houses, he had no idea where the information Ben had given him had gone. He'd lost it somewhere in his eagerness to get his hands on Ben, but he'd find it on his way out, whether that was later tonight or in the morning. "We should definitely test it, though," he agreed, mimicking Ben's glance down into his lap. "Can't have you not knowing whether shower sex is an option."
Imagining Ben being rough with him was definitely appealing, and Logan leaned into the nudge to his shoulder with a similarly pleased expression. "I can't say it was entirely selfless," he pointed out. "I was looking out for my own fun, as well as yours." Maybe even more than Ben's, actually. He snorted at the reminder of the anticipation. "Yeah, getting on my bike straight after meeting you was… intense."
–
“I thought I was gay for years, I tend to be attracted to far more men, even now,” he said, the foot on the floor pointing and starting to sweep side to side slightly. “So I get it, sort of. Plus if you’re bi and attracted to who society expects it can be surprisingly easy to ignore the other bits of attraction. Or so friends have told me.” He huffed. “The whole being tainted by who you sleep with thing is bull though. But the talk around it is surprisingly easy to be pulled into, but it’s so, like poisonous,” he said. It had dragged him a bit at first, but some patient friends had opened up his eyes. He wasn’t looking at Logan, more staring into the middle distance, purposely not focussed on the stray boxes of belongings that he still hadn’t unpacked.
It took Ben only a couple of seconds to open his mouth and the more formal work voice to come out. “Well appointed bathroom with large shower, accessible features, or room for them, appreciated but not necessary,” he said. “I’ll add it to the list.” He raised an eyebrow briefly at Logan and relaxed again. “It would be a tragedy not to know,” he agreed. The mental picture of Logan with water running down him was definitely enticing.
“I had to hide behind my desk for ages!” he mock complained. “I wasn’t going to jack off in the back because: 1. Anticipation and 2. Dignity,” he said, holding up fingers as he counted them off. “Also 3. Potential for interruptions to be honest.” He shook his head, but it was without venom. “Although I am interested in this picture of you on a motorbike,” he said, leaning into Logan’s ear and purring. “Because that sounds like you know how to ride too.”
—
To be entirely honest, Logan wasn't sure how what Ben was saying was supposed to answer his question. Maybe, if he'd been willing to explain that he needed the answer translated into non-human sensibilities, he'd have had more luck. But that wasn't something Logan had ever shared with more than the few handfuls of people who'd needed to know. He wasn't ashamed, or afraid of Ben's reaction. It was simply… intimate, in a way that sharing his body didn't feel. Instead of focusing on his own confusing, he transferred his attention to Ben, to the way he wasn't quite looking at Logan anymore. "I thought I was straight," he admitted, since that was something they sort of shared. "Realising otherwise was a pleasant surprise." He laughed, well aware many people wouldn't have described it in those terms.
The formal response made Logan shake his head slightly, before leaning further into Ben's space, sliding a hand over his stomach. "If you can still think about work, I'm obviously not doing a good enough job of distracting you." Even though he'd been the one to bring it up. He kissed Ben again, slower and gentler than previously, enjoying how different the savouring felt from the rather frantic need of earlier. It still wasn't sweet, more full of promise, a beginning to rebuild that anticipation they'd both enjoyed earlier.
Ben's words immediately made Logan picture exactly what Ben hadn't done, and with such recent visuals to build on, it was a detailed image, making him groan appreciatively. "But now I'm thinking of how you'd have looked if you had," he announced, his tone equally complaint-esque, and equally fake. He did grin as Ben leaned closer, his voice dropping to a purr which made Logan's feel warm pleasure coursing down his neck. "You can come for a ride on the motorbike with me, if you promise to be very good," he offered. Not right now, but another day? Absolutely. And oh, yes, Logan definitely knew how to ride. "Like a champion," he agreed, and meant it completely literally.
–
“Confused the fuck out of my mom when I told her I was dating women too,” he admitted, sounding amused, although it had been a bit of a trial at the time. “Got her used to having a gay kid, and oh no he also dates women.” He chuckled about the pleasant surprise. “Yeah that’s kind of how I felt too. Although the conventional relationship that’s meant to promise seems to have passed me by,” he said, clearly not caring.
Benny laughed hard enough he snorted. “You’re working against almost a solid decade of training there. My brain just works that way about housing,” he protested, leaning into the creeping hand and turning himself more towards Logan. The kiss wasn’t what he was expecting and it was a good surprise that had him feeling exploratory rather than rushed. Made him want to see what different responses he could pull from Logan.
Fuck, the idea of Logan watching him get himself off was stupidly hot and he could feel his dick starting to try and take an interest again. “I could arrange for a demonstration,” he offered, “just to see if your imagination is up to standards.” His tone was trying to be innocent and missing the mark by a mile. When Logan confirmed he knew how to ride Ben just groaned and scrambled to his feet, grabbing at Logan’s arm to yank him to his feet too. “Okay. Bedroom. Now.” he demanded. “Leave the supplies, I’ve got more in there. We are going to need so many more.”