Benjamen Isaac Braeden (mr_hero) wrote in spn_nextgen, @ 2011-06-05 02:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !deleted and extended scenes, 1x13 - paid the piper |
Deleted Scene #9: Smoke Rings in the Dark
“Yeah,” Jesse said lightly, though his chest felt tight. “You’re beginning to make a habit of that.”
Though his face was already pressed into the warm skin, Ben made a more deliberate move to kiss Jesse’s shoulder, his palm opening up to rest on Jesse’s chest. “Forgive me?”
Swallowing, Jesse nodded before saying, “‘Course, mate. Don’t worry about it.”
Ben nodded in answer, finally letting his eyes fall closed. He felt so tired, but somehow his body wasn’t quite ready to let him sleep. Maybe it was the coffee’s fault, he didn’t know, but the warm body against his was enough to dull the tension in his head and heart.
Claire had been quiet through the whole murmured conversation, slipping into a sports bra and shorts, earbuds from the player in her ears--but not turned on. The soft words acted like codine to her emotional system, but she still didn’t say anything. Just gave them both a soft adoring smile--whether they saw it or not--and slipped out the door.
Ben heard the click of the door shutting and turning his head to look back, finding Claire gone. He had hoped that maybe she would change her mind between the bag and the door, but it seemed she was determined to go. He tried not to concentrate too much on the possibility that she was still angry at him, or off to go study with Jacob.
“If you’re still tired, I’ll shut up and let you sleep,” Ben said against Jesse’s shoulder.
“A bit. You should be sleeping anyway,” Jesse said, though he slid his hand over Ben’s to show he wasn’t angry. And he wasn’t; the emotions going through him were a lot more complicated. The little touch was enough to further ease the tension in him, but Ben knew deep down that something was wrong. Jesse had seemed uneasy ever since they left Vegas, but for very different reasons than his.
“Still buzzed from the caffeine pills I took on stake-out,” he murmured, shifting his hand out beneath Jesse’s so that he could cover it instead and thread their fingers together. “You thinkin’ ‘bout what Lucas said?”
Jesse could feel his heartbeat speed up under his hand. “Well I wasn’t before you said that,” he teased. “It’s nothing; don’t worry about it.”
That was enough to have Ben scoffing lightly. “Didn’t look like nothin’. You looked two seconds away from shitting yourself back there. Luke went as far as warning me that you might be shady.”
“Shit,” Jesse breathed. That had been exactly the thing he’d wanted to avoid. “I just... I don’t like the idea of him looking into stuff that might be me. It could get others looking into it, too.”
“That’s a risk we gotta take if we wanna know what these things are,” Ben said quietly, gently pulling his hand free and moving to roll Jesse onto his back. “But you gotta be cool, man. Shaking like a leaf is only gonna set off warning bells. I covered our bases so we should be fine, but don’t try to give him anything else to focus on, yeah?”
Despite himself, Jesse’s eyes widened slightly before he said, “Yeah, okay. I’ll try to get better at that.”
Ben didn’t like the look in Jesse’s eyes at his words, but he pushed down the creeping sense of suspicion. Jesse was just nervous. It was understandable. He brought his hand up to the other man’s chest again, moving in smoothing circles. “I wouldda figured you a pro at that, given the givens.”
Jesse concentrated on Ben’s touch, his eyes traveling down to his chest. “Don’t need to be good at lying when everyone believes whatever you say.”
“Can’t be much different though, can it?” Ben asked, genuinely curious. He watched Jesse’s reaction to his touch and fought off the urge to take it farther; he only meant to comfort him, even if it did feel good as a result.
“It is with hunters,” he said, still studying Ben’s hand. “They’re trained to notice things that feel strange. Usually I just put a little power behind a lie, and people just shrug off any disquiet they feel. Can’t risk that with hunters.”
Ben’s brows furrowed slightly. “Aside from me’n Claire, how many hunters have you met?”
“I’ve been found twice by hunters,” Jesse said, not realizing his voice had gotten quieter. “Both times it was because they noticed something off in the towns I was in, from the way my mind worked with lies then. I’ve got more control now. Only really have to worry about slipping up in front of the wrong people. Like I did with you.”
Unease settled in his head and for a moment, Ben’s hand stilled. It was a lot of new information; Ben had seen Jesse work his mojo over individuals, but never whole towns. As for the slip-up with him... he didn’t want to think about it.
“You’ll get better with practice,” he said after a moment, his hand moving again and trailing along the span of his chest from shoulder to shoulder before drifting lower.
The touches felt really good, and Jesse didn’t object to the direction they headed, but it didn’t stop his mind from working. “But how’m I supposed to practice not doing something?”
“I was talking more about learning how to lie better,” Ben said slowly. “But s’far as your powers are concerned... having better self-control will help. Learning not to rely on them will help. They’re useful as hell, don’t get me wrong, and they’re a part of you so I’m not sayin’ deny yourself what you are, but don’t let ‘em control you.”
Jesse bristled. “I don’t. I’ve got them under control.”
Except when you don’t, Ben thought, but he didn’t dare say it aloud. He didn’t want to fight with Jesse, not after the night he’d had. “We should play poker more,” he said, hoping to steer the topic away. “That’ll help. And when you get good, we’ll make it strip poker.”
Mollified, Jesse allowed himself a grin. “Why’s it always gotta be sex, sex, sex with you?”
That was enough to pull a small, breathless laugh from Ben. “Oh yeah, it’s all me. I’m the one who blurred the lines from the get-go.”
“Aw c’mon, mate, you know you needed to get laid,” Jesse whined happily. “I was just helping things along.”
“Uh-huh,” Ben muttered, playfully flat as he leaned over so he was nearly nose-to-nose with Jesse. “Except that I’m a lot more patient than you. I didn’t mind waiting. Not that I didn’t enjoy the show.”
Jesse lifted his head and captured Ben’s mouth with his. His hand gripped the back of Ben’s neck as he deepened the kiss hungrily. He drew it out for a while before pulling back, a little breathless. “Why wait for something good?”
“Makes it all the better when you get it,” came the rumbled response. Ben slid his hand just beneath the elastic of Jesse’s boxers but didn’t take it any further, drawing nonsense symbols with his fingertips. “That’s always been my favorite part.”
Doing his best to ignore the electrical pulse of Ben’s touch against his skin, Jesse huffed. “You and Claire, always with the teasing. If it weren’t for me, I doubt you two would’ve ever sealed the deal.”
“Dunno ‘bout that,” Ben said, slow and warm. He left it at that, though, not wanting to give Jesse reason to feel left out or jealous. In truth, he’d already started caring for Claire by the time they first met Jesse, but Ben definitely felt a spark for the other man a lot earlier. The Madison trip had pretty much sealed the deal. For a moment, memories of Jesse fucking the brunette in the hotel filled his mind, quickly replaced by watching him with Claire, then the first-person perspective of looking down into his blissed-out face back in the hotel in Vegas. Ben felt fire flooding through his veins and exhaustion starting to fade.
“I kissed you first,” he said, inching close enough to press into Jesse’s hip.
“When you were drunk,” Jesse pointed out, trying to pay no mind to Ben’s closeness. “That doesn’t count.”
“Pretty sure I kissed you first when I was sober, too,” Ben replied, turning his head enough to speak directly into Jesse’s ear as his hand slid fully past his boxers. “Right after I told you to guide me into Claire.”
Jesse’s breath caught, for a number of reasons, his hand twisting in the bedsheets. “Yeah, I remember,” he breathed. Then, deciding to prove his own point, Jesse rolled on top of Ben, pinning him with a kiss and straddling his leg so he could grind against Ben’s hand and thigh. The new angle was surprising, but the weight only doubled up his need. Pulling his hand free, he slid it around to Jesse’s back and shoved the boxers midway down his hips, gripping his left cheek as he gave an answering thrust. With a rumbled groan, Jesse thrust his tongue past Ben’s lips, a hand coming up to twist in his hair. His hips thrust a long, slow beat, the friction streaming pleasure through him.
The way his body moved above him nearly sent Ben into sensory overload and he groaned deeply in response, tipping his head back into the hand twisting his hair as his fingers indented Jesse’s ass. It felt so good, letting someone else take the lead and not having to think. Jesse knew what he wanted, and Ben was more than willing to provide it for him. But the pressure against his cock wasn’t enough to satisfy. He wanted more. Breaking the kiss, Ben nipped at Jesse’s jaw and canted up into the other man’s next thrust.
“You want me?” he breathed, letting his fingers drift farther inward.
Every inch of him wanted to scream ‘yes’ but Jesse just grinned. “How’d you guess?”
“Well, the biggest clue is gonna leave a bruise on my hip,” Ben chuckled, trailing his lips and tongue down to the hollow of Jesse’s throat. The humor easily muted at the oncoming rush of desire that surfaced in his mind, along with nerves. “Claire’s not gonna be gone long, y’know.”
Jesse gave a chuckle before shifting, moving his way down Ben’s body. “What happened to waiting and being patient, huh?” he said, pausing to nip lightly at Ben’s pec. Ben inhaled sharp and shallowly.
“Time and place for it.” The movement forced his hand to leave and trail up Jesse’s back, following the dip of his spine. “I want you to myself for a bit.”
Only giving a smile in return, Jesse wasted no time moving down between Ben’s legs. Ben watched him, his pulse hammering in his ears at the realization of his intention. Then Jesse hooked his fingers over Ben’s shorts, pulling them just low enough to free his erection. Jesse’s heart gave a little nervous leap, but he was determined. His hand circling the base, Jesse’s eyes were on Ben as he licked across the top of his head.
Ben’s jaw went slack in response, his hands moving off into the sheets and twisting up in them as he fought the urge to move. He’d been no stranger to getting head, but he’d never once thought Jesse would ever cross that line with him.
Watching the response sent a quiver through Jesse. Twisting his hand, he took the plunge, sliding his lips over Ben’s head. Ben moaned in response, his right hand moving to slide up through the back of Jesse’s hair. For the hundredth time, he wished it was just a little bit longer, wanting so desperately to twist his fingers up in it and hold on fast.
“Fuck, Jess,” he gasped, his hips arching out of reflex.
Humming in pleasure, Jesse dipped his head lower, tentatively exploring the feel of Ben in his mouth. Instinctively, his tongue curled around the shaft, putting pressure on the underside as he brought his fist up to meet his lips. Ben’s hand left his hair to grasp at his shoulder instead, once again arching up into the wet heat as bliss shot through him. For a moment he struggled with the urge to put his hands on the back of Jesse’s head and thrust into oblivion, but he had a feeling that that might be a horrible way to introduce him to this sort of thing. He certainly didn’t want him to stop.
Ben licked his lips and let his head loll off to the side, watching through hooded eyes as his hips lifted into the movement. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Keep goin’.”
A flush of heat ran through Jesse at the praise and he dipped his head lower, taking Ben in until he hit his throat and it suddenly convulsed. Ben gasped, his eyes screwing shut as he moved his hand once again back in the bed sheets. Stopping the urge to pull back completely, Jesse eased back some; baby steps, he told himself. To make up for it, he stroked his hand up, his cheeks going hollow.
It was getting decidedly harder to breathe and keep still at the same time with every new trick Jesse pulled. Somewhere in the back of his mind Ben catalogued what Jesse was doing to him; not only because of how amazing it was but also because he knew without being told that Jesse must’ve enjoyed them. That thought was enough to spark a fantastic idea, but he bit it back. Too distracting. Maybe next time.
“God, I-- fuck,” a groan broke through his words as his shoulders arched off the bed. “Yeah, that’s-- oh god, Jess, don’t stop.”
Jesse gave a groan, his head spinning. He’d had no idea how good hearing Ben react to him would feel. Unable to help it, Jesse took his own cock in hand as he upped his pace, his mouth sliding eagerly along Ben’s length and his hand rising to meet it with each dip.
The sudden evenness of his dips had Ben’s eyes opening, and when he caught the movement of Jesse’s hand it was enough to send his prior concerns out the window. He knew what he wanted.
“C’m’up here” he instructed, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. “I wanna do that.”
Jesse hesitated, enjoying watching Ben’s reaction. But the thought of Ben’s hot mouth on his cock was enough of an incentive. Pulling back, he slid around on his side. Not even bothering to wait for Ben to move into place, he grabbed his ass and drove his mouth back onto his cock.
The extra enthusiasm pulled another deep moan out of Ben and for a moment he didn’t move, his whole body curling toward the source of pleasure and his eyes closing. When he opened them again the sight alone was enough to pull out another noise, but instead of focusing on it he curled his fist around Jesse’s cock, stroking it in time with his own movements.
“You are so fucking hot,” Ben rasped. “D’you know that? I am fighting off the urge to just fuck into that perfect mouth of yours, it’s killin’ me.”
Giving his own groan, Jesse’s hips rocked into Ben’s touch. Hollowing his cheeks, Jesse pulled back enough to swirl his tongue around Ben’s tip before sinking back down.
“Yeah,” he moaned, his hand twisting into the next few tugs. “God, so fucking perfect. Like you were made for it. Fuck. Look at me.”
In dizzy shock, Jesse pulled back to look down at Ben, his hand still working along his length. Ben met his eyes with a lusty smile, his thumb circling the tip of Jesse’s cock.
“Just wanted to burn this behind your eyelids,” he explained in a tone to match his look, before promptly sliding his lips over the head, his hand sliding over his hip and down to clutch his ass as he bobbed down as deeply as he could go.
Jesse’s mouth fell open in a high gasp that ended in a moan. His hips snapped eagerly to the sensation, but he knew he had more to finish. Following Ben’s lead, he pulled him in deep, his throat giving a shudder before he pulled back, sucking hard and falling into a rhythm.
The world narrowed entirely, everything fading away but sensation and pleasure. With one arm trapped against his side, Ben took the time to explore every spare bit of skin within reach with his free hand, riding the waves of bliss that expanded outward from what Jesse was doing to him. He could feel it pooling in his belly and he thrust toward it, hungry for more, for it to be faster. Somewhere in his lizard brain he craved hearing Jesse’s response as well, and instinctively his fingers followed the tip in his spine all the way down the cleft of his ass, stroking with purpose.
Moaning around Ben, Jesse’s tongue pressed hard against the length of Ben’s cock as he dipped lower. He forced his throat to relax as he grabbed Ben’s ass and pressed him in. Ben’s hips arched on reflex as the pleasure rushed him all at once. When he finally remembered to move he doubled up his pace, focusing on the head as he slid one finger carefully into him.
Jesse’s voice keened high in surprise and pleasure, his head bobbing faster, wanting to give Ben the good fuck he’d begged for. His answering moan signaled the reaction was the one Ben had wanted, and after a few deep thrusts of his hand and hips he added a second finger and twisted up hard.
Torn between pressing back against Ben’s hand and the heat of his mouth, Jesse’s hips began to rock desperately. At the same time, his mouth worked harder, more erratic. His head was spinning harder and all was just a series of sensation.
Ben felt the spirals of impending orgasm twisting up too fast and roughly pulled back, gasping against Jesse’s thigh.
“Close,” he rasped, his fingers once again scissor-twisting up into the other man. “I’m-- Jess, fuck, so good, let me fuck you, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
Jesse pulled back with a gasp, a long line of saliva pulling from between him and Ben’s cock. “Yes. Fuck, yes, please,” he pleaded, shifting to his knees to put his ass up even as it pulled Ben’s hand from him. Ben nearly face-planted in his scramble to get upright, grabbing Jesse’s hips and pulling him in tight before guiding himself in. Heat and pressure hit him in a crushing wave of pleasure and Ben wasted no time thrusting, his body bowing over Jesse’s as his hand circled around to find his cock.
Mouth open in shock, Jesse’s hands scrambled desperately at the sheets. Ben seemed to burn deep inside him, a wrenching beautiful pain that pulled a whimper from him, only to get lost in the gasp as Ben took him in hand. “Ben, Ben, fuck, I--yes, yes!”
“Yeah,” Ben moaned out in agreement, his thrusts hard and fast, using the momentum to guide his hand as he beat Jesse off. He could feel the tiredness starting to seep into him, trying to slow him down, but he pushed through it, upping his pace. “Take it.”
With a high cry of need, Jesse fisted the sheets. Panting, he looked over his shoulder, meeting Ben’s eyes with a hooded gaze. “Fill me. Fill every inch of me,” he groaned. Ben’s hips snapped harder in answer, his thrusts and the movements of his hand falling temporarily out of sync as he tried to move faster. Being able to watch Jesse come back in Vegas had been amazing, but the new angle had Ben deeper, the resulting waves of bliss quickly gaining frequency and intensity.
“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” he growled out, his hand twisting down to the head of Jesse’s cock before jerking up and fast again.
“Yes,” Jesse keened, his hips rolling back. He closed his eyes, riding the waves that crashed inside him. “So good. Love it, love it, love you.”
It had been the last thing Ben had expected to hear chanted back to him, and the rush that hit him was enough to send him tumbling over the brink. With a hard bite on Jesse’s shoulder he came, his thrusts going jerky and jarringly hard, pulling stuttered high noises from Jesse.
The heat surging inside him, the delicious sear of the bite, boiled up in such overwhelming sensation that when Ben’s hand convulsively tightened around him, Jesse was gone. His hips jerked short, pinned as he was under Ben’s weight, but the cry that came from him made it clear it wasn’t too much trouble. The sudden clench was enough to pull a short, helpless moan from Ben, his forehead ducking against Jesse’s left shoulder blade.
As he came down, Jesse collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, his body still twitching and shuddering. Ben slid off to the side, wrapping his arm around Jesse’s chest and hitching a leg over his hip. His chest still rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath, and after a few moments Ben nuzzled his face into his neck, his free hand moving through Jesse’s hair. The embrace was nothing short of possessive.
Jesse happily nuzzled back against him, letting out a long sigh as he closed his eyes. It felt like the only way he existed at all was wrapped in Ben. “Y’know,” he breathed, a smile in his voice. “You’re getting pretty good at this.”
Ben felt his face rapidly heat up in a blush, but thankfully Jesse wasn’t looking directly at him. “Thank you?” he replied with a faint laugh. He nipped fondly at the shell of Jesse’s ear. “Just... doin’ what feels right.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” Jesse said with a laugh, turning his head to look at Ben. His expression quieted. So close up, all he could see of Ben were the details: the curve of his cheekbone, the light on every eyelash, the delicate way his eyes melded green, brown, and something like gold. It was overwhelming, but in a way Jesse didn’t mind.
Ben met his gaze for a moment, then found himself flushing again. To make up for the strange awkwardness that settled in him, he bumped his nose lightly into Jesse’s and then kissed him. The tiredness was finally starting to settle in, and it showed in the languidness of his mouth. Jesse returned the kiss with equal laxity before pulling back.
“Now you got to get some sleep, or Claire’ll have both our asses.”
“I’m surprisingly okay with that,” Ben murmured, smiling some.
Jesse gave a long snort before nuzzling comfortably into Ben’s chest. Ben kissed his temple and closed his eyes, humming in muted pleasure before finally drifting off to sleep.