3:10 To Yuma: Dan/Ben, Hell and Back again
"Why are you here?" Dan asked.
"Wanted to see how your family was. Sorry as hell about your wife and son," Ben said. "But also, I wanted to have a conversation."
"You always talk," Dan said.
"I'm not talking about that kind of conversation," Ben said. "I'm talking about an up close conversation." Dan understood what he meant now.
"I don't have those kind of conversations," Dan said.
"You believe what the preacher says, Dan?" Ben asked. "that you'll go to hell, for engaging in an 'unnatural act'? This is Hell, Dan. Take a look at your left leg if you don't believe me. Look at those two graves." Then Ben grabbed Dan, pulled him closer. He saw every detail on Ben's face, the shape of his mouth.
"I said I don't want to," Dan said, tried to pull back. Ben kissed Dan's neck. Dan felt Ben's mouth work along his flesh.
"I always get what I want," Ben said. "do you always get what you want?" Dan was silent. He felt the other man's body pressed against him, and it had been so long since anybody had touched him. He had been so lonely for so long.
"My son might see us," Dan said. His resolve weakened, and he knew it. Dan was fairly sure Ben knew it too.
"William headed for Bisbee," Ben said. Ben brought his face up to Dan's. Dan surprised himself when he kissed Ben first, a long, deep kiss. He pushed Ben's hat off, and grabbed a fistful of the outlaw's hair.
"Well, Dan, I--!"
"Shut up."
Dan forced Ben’s jacket off his shoulders, it slid to the floor. Their mouths still touched. They fumbled and grasped at their clothes, let things fall in heaps at their feet. Ben pulled away.
"I hate longjohns," Ben muttered. Dan took off his undershirt and and Ben touched his bare chest. Then Ben unclasped Dan's pants.
"I like your underwear," Ben said. "Where did you get it?"
"Army," Dan said. "shut up. You talk too much." Dan grabbed Ben's face and pulled him back into a kiss. It was strange to feel stubble on the other person's face.
All that remained were Ben’s damn long lohns.No wonder he hated them. Once they were off, Dan grabbed Ben and pulled him close, just to feel Ben's body against his. Ben tried to turn Dan around, but Dan wouldn't let him. Dan bit at Ben's neck.
"My little rancher, you are full of surprises," Ben said.
"I'm taller than you," Dan said. Dan kissed him again, the kiss Emmy liked, and had taught him. The one with the tongue. He left Ben breathless, and then turned Ben around, and, though he never had done it, he had seen it before. Saw fellow soldiers in the barracks do it with each other.
Ben grunted in surprise, but reached back, grabbed Dan's hand. He brought it to his engorged cock. Dan did know what to do here. He'd done it enough as a young man.
Dan’s strokes were mixed with rough and soft. He gave a little squeeze every so often that made Ben moan a bit. He pushed the little skin at the tip away so that the most sensitive part would be exposed and used his thumb to work on that. He rubbed hard and fast there, and Ben started to grunt and groan and give out a little cry here and there. Dan kissed Ben's back, on the hollow where his spine was. Dan thrust, his rhythm constant, in time with what his fingers did.
Dan felt light headed, and wanted to cry out himself. He put his head back and smiled. He felt it coming on, just feel it. He held it back, held it as long as he could. It was quite a strain, he breathed out. Dan squeezed his eyes shut from the strain of his restraint.
"Oh, Lord," Ben moaned, "Oh, God. I can't, I can't . . ." Dan fingers worked faster. His hands felt cramped, but he really wanted Ben to come before he did.
Come on, Dan thought Do it. He worked the tip, the sensitive part, as fast as he could. It started to get slick. Dan smiled. Ben slammed his palm on the surface of Dan's worktable. His breath came out halted, mixed with his groans.
"Shit, shit shit," Ben said. he slammed his palm again. Dan felt the slickness increase. It covered his hand. He didn't stop, though, he continued to move his fingers though Ben's orgasm.
Then he felt his own release, his own shudder. With his free arm, he wrapped that arm around Ben's waist, and lay his head on Ben's back.
"That . . . that wasn't quite the way I saw the conversation going," Ben said.