Benjamen Isaac Braeden (mr_hero) wrote in spn_nextgen, @ 2011-07-14 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !deleted and extended scenes, 1x16 - a hard day's night |
Extended Scene: 1x16.6 - Only You
As soon as he followed Ben through the door, he shut it flat, pulling Ben to him by the shirt. Ben crushed his mouth to Jesse’s, pressing up hard against him and the door, his hand fisting tightly in Jesse’s short hair as the other shoved into his pants, grabbing his ass.
Giving a high keen, Jesse’s hips ground up against him. He tugged up Ben’s shirt, nails digging into his back. His tongue tangled with Ben’s before he hooked his leg around his. With a low groan, Ben ground into him. The pleasure from the press licked its way up through his core and outward to every nerve.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Ben growled against his mouth, rutting against him harder.
“Yeah,” Jesse whined before pushing him back and yanking off Ben’s shirt. Pulling off his own, he pinned Ben against the washer before taking his mouth once more. Ben grabbed his ass yet again, this time with both hands, his legs opening as he pulled Jesse’s hips against him with force. With a growl, Jesse nipped his way along Ben’s jaw and down his throat.
“You love my ass, yeah,” he breathed, each thrust pushing him back against Ben’s hands. “You want it bad, don’t you?”
Ben moaned, fisting his hands in the fabric beneath his palms. “No,” he said, nipping at Jesse’s ear. “I... I want a go this time. You’ve got me one for three, and I--”
Jesse chuckled against his neck. “Didn’t realize we were counting,” he said, nipping at his collarbone. “If you want me to fuck you, I’m happy to fuck you. Just ask.”
Embarrassment raced through him like a shot, but Ben took the hint. Lifting his hands to Jesse’s face, he angled him up and pressed his forehead to against his, speaking against his open lips:
“I want you to fuck me, Jess.”
The words sent a shiver down his spine, but Jesse tried not to show it. “That’s more like it,” he said, smirking. Then he grabbed Ben’s hips and spun him around, hips pressing him to the washer before he pulled his trousers down. Anticipation put a fog in his brain, but Ben remembered to hit the start button on the dryer at least, and soon the room was filled with the rumbling white noise. Jesse gave a laugh.
“This mean you’re going to be really loud for me?” he said, giving Ben’s ass a smack. The sting of his palm went right to his dick and Ben groaned, pressing uselessly into the cold metal of the washer.
“Chances are high,” came his breathless answer.
Grinning, Jesse undid his pants, freeing his cock, sliding along Ben’s asscrack. Giving his ass a squeeze, Jesse twisted a hand in Ben’s hair, pulling back and sliding his fingers to the man’s mouth. “Give it a suck,” he said, his voice gravelly. Ben screwed his eyes shut and whimpered at the request, taking them as deeply as he could before he felt his body start to convulse. Clenching his fists on the washer, he pulled his head back again and tried once more, rolling his tongue along the pads of his fingers and imagining it was Jesse’s cock. When he finally pulled them free Ben nipped at his fingertips, pressing his ass back against him.
“Yeah, that’s my boy,” Jesse said with a growl, slowly sliding a finger into Ben. He kept the pressure gentle but insistent. Ben let his head loll forward, supported by Jesse’s hand in his hair, gasping at the invasive press. Relax, relax, relax--
“Yours, always yours,” he whined, hands clenching and unclenching on the hood of the washer. “Keep talkin’ to me, I wanna hear you.”
“Yeah? You want to hear me as I fuck your tight ass?” Jesse said, leaning forward to nip at Ben’s ear. His hips rocked gently, his cock between his hand and Ben’s asscheek. “‘Cause you feel so good. And you love it, don’t you? You act all big shot, but what you really want is me to pin you down and fuck you hard.”
For all that Ben knew Jesse was just trying to rile him up and make him writhe, his words weren’t far from the truth. The heat of his chest against his back was like delicious fire, and the twisting, thrusting finger was stoking the flames. Ben pressed back into it, one hand reaching behind him to grab at Jesse’s hip.
“Please, please, please,” he begged.
Jesse chuckled. “You’re such a needy man,” he said, before slowly working to add a second finger. “That what you want? You want more?” Ben tensed up again, even stronger than with the first one, a whimper escaping him as he felt the stretch. Breathe, breathe, breathe, relax, his inner mantra chimed.
“Yeah,” he gasped, the word nearly lost in the white noise of the empty tumbling dryer. “Fuck me open with your fingers, I wanna feel your thick cock fill me up, god, Jess--”
“Oh I will,” Jesse reassured him, shifting his fingers inside him. “I’m going to make you scream, Ben. Make you beg.” His free hand pressed between Ben’s shoulder blades, shoving him down flat on the machine top. Ben let go of his feeble grasp on Jesse’s hip, shoving his hand into the small space between himself and the side of the washer to grip his cock and pump it desperately.
It was a moment before Jesse realized what he was doing, and when he did, he gripped Ben’s hair again. “Oh no, you don’t. That’s mine. You have to wait your turn.”
Ben whined in protest. He knew Jesse had spent time with Claire, and even without his powers he’d know how to pin him properly now if he wanted to. The thought was a little exciting in all honest truth, fighting Jesse for dominance, their naked bodies pressing against each other.
But it would mean him stopping, and Ben definitely didn’t want him to stop.
“Please,” Ben begged, dropping his hand away. “Please, fuck me, I need it, Jess, I need it, please--”
“Oh yeah, you fucking little slut, you love it,” Jesse said, giving a couple more thrusts with his hand before pulling out. He positioned himself at Ben’s entrance, his whole body giving a throb of need, but he held Ben’s hips pinned. “This is what you want, yeah?”
Something about the question, maybe the tone or the fact that he even asked it, was enough to turn Ben’s head back to look at Jesse. As a result, something in his chest flipped over, stealing his breath and for a moment he couldn’t speak.
“I.... wanna face you,” he said thickly, feeling his face burn with the request. “But yeah. I do. I want all of you, Jess. Always.”
The sincerity of Ben’s words pierced through Jesse’s play with a jolt, his chest feeling as though it was swelling. Turning Ben around, he cupped his face before meeting his mouth in a languid kiss. When he pulled back, he looked around a moment before grabbing a basket of dirty laundry and dumping it on the tile floor.
Pressing another kiss to Ben’s neck, Jesse whispered, “I’m going to love watching your face as I come inside you.”
Ben slid his arms around him, embracing him tightly for a moment as he took a steadying breath. Jesse’s words gave him a thrill, but not nearly as much as the mental image they placed inside Ben’s head. There was only one real problem to the whole situation:
“I wanna suck you off first,” Ben said into his ear, his voice low.
The control he’d been holding onto crumbled, making it all too clear to Jesse that he really was just putty in Ben’s hands. “Yeah?” he said, trying to put strength behind his voice even though he didn’t feel it. “Better get on your knees then.”
Ben nodded, kissing him deeply for a moment, his hands threading through Jesse’s hair as the pleasure rolled through him like a wave. Then he pulled back, dropping down to his knees, his hand circling around the base of Jesse’s cock as he took him in past his lips as deep as he could go. Jesse bit his lip hard, his eyes rolling shut. He leaned forward, gripping tight to the washer before finally looking down again.
“That’s my eager little cocksucker,” he said, giving a shallow thrust to go with his smile. “Go on. Show me what you got.”
Ben moaned in answer, fighting off the urge to take up his own dick, his hands balling into fists at Jesse’s hips. He dragged his tongue along the length of his shaft over and over from base to crown, tracing the crest of the underside as he drew back to suckle on the tip before plunging down again.
“Aw, yeah,” Jesse breathed. His hand curled in Ben’s hair, though he didn’t put any pressure on. “You were born for this, you and your perfect mouth. Suck it like that, Ben. Show me how much you want it.”
It was getting a lot harder not to jerk off, and after a few more deep bobs and focuses on all the little places that made Jesse twitch subtly beneath his mouth, Ben finally pulled back. Jesse’s cock was more than ready, slick with his saliva, and Ben traced his tongue briefly in a circle along the top ridge.
“Fuck me, Jess,” he moaned, his eyes glazed over as he looked up the length of Jesse’s torso and into his face. “I want you to. If I wait any longer, I’ll go crazy, please.”
That was all Jesse needed to hear. Twisting Ben around with him, he pinned him against the pile of clothes, taking his mouth in a brutal kiss as his hands pulled up Ben’s legs to his shoulders. Settling at his entrance, Jesse paused and pulled back, studying Ben’s face.
“You alright?”
His lips were dark red from the kiss, and his pupils blown to the edges of his irises, but Ben’s smile was nothing short of warm and colored with adoration.
“Yeah,” he hummed out, working one arm out from where it was trapped between his side and Jesse’s arm to slide it up to the man’s shoulder. “Better than alright.”
Jesse’s expression softened into a smile. Then slowly, gently, he eased inside. “You’re gorgeous,” he groaned. Ben couldn’t stop the way his eyes fell closed for a half second as the pleasure surged through him, undercut by the glorious stretch. He let out a gasp and arched beneath Jesse, his fingertips indenting into the meat of his shoulder.
“Fuck, I love you,” Ben replied, his voice high and breathless. “So much, Jess, you’ll never know it.”
It was hard to keep his hips in check, his grip tightening on Ben’s legs. “I love you, too,” Jesse said. Ben craned his neck to kiss him, bringing the hand on his shoulder up to Jesse’s neck in order to pull him down while his other hand moved between them, finally circling around his cock. The twin sensations sent his pulse racing and he moaned helplessly.
Jesse plunged into the kiss, simultaneously sinking in deeper. As he attacked Ben’s mouth, he eased more and more in until he’d filled him completely.
Pulling back, he realized where Ben’s hand had gone. “What did I tell you?” he said, breathless but stern. He snaked a hand between them, pulling Ben away from himself. “Only I get to get you off, Ben.”
The lean against him somehow put the next thrust directly against the sweet spot deep inside him and Ben gave a little cry, his body arching straight off the floor. “Oh, fuck, Jess, I-- please, please touch my cock, please.”
Instead, Jesse stopped moving completely. Ben whined, his hips bucking up beneath him, trying to get him to move again. “Eventually,” Jesse teased, giving him a quick kiss. “You have to be patient, though.”
“You’re doing this because of what I said before, aren’t you?” Ben pressed, the whine still twisted up in his voice.
“Maybe,” Jesse said, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ben’s mouth. “Or maybe it’s just because you did it to me and I’m looking for revenge.”
Ben’s cock twitched between them as he moaned, once again trying to get a hand around the body pinning him down to touch himself. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he replied breathlessly.
“I did,” Jesse said, snagging one of Ben’s wrists and then the other. “I’m paying you back. So stop ruining it.”
Not about to take his word for it this time, Jesse pinned Ben’s hands at his sides as he slowly started rocking his hips. Ben inhaled sharply, his head tipping back as a lusty whimper escaped him and he canted his hips into the thrust. It wasn’t until he’d started moving that Ben really noticed just how deep Jesse was, and the hedonistic sounds escaping him looped onward, punctuated by each shallow breath he took.
“Like that, huh?” Jesse said with a smirk, his grip tightening on Ben’s wrists as he lengthened his thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Your sweet virgin ass, saved just for me.”
Ben’s hands tightened and released as he briefly fought the hold on his wrists, his expression sated with bliss and need. “Kiss me,” he begged, his neck craning upward to claim his mouth.
Jesse’s mouth descended on him, his grip still tight as he plunged inside. His hips snapped faster, deeper, wanting to take every part of him, make him squirm. He nipped at Ben’s lip as he pulled back, still sharing the same breath. “I love you. I...I just, I do.”
Ben nuzzled his nose against Jesse’s, a breathless little moan escaping him before he could find the words to reply. “I know,” he said, their lips brushing with the words. “Love you, too. Only you like this. Feels so good, Jess, don’t stop.”
“Never,” Jesse said with a grin. He upped the pace, the heat surging through him.
“Let my hands go,” Ben pleaded, canting his hips up into Jesse’s thrust and using his muscles to squeeze around him. “Please. I won’t touch myself, I promise, I just-- I wanna touch you. Lemme touch you, baby.”
Jesse hesitated, torn between the desire to have Ben’s hands on him and the fun of having him pinned. In the end, he gave in, shifting his hands to splay on either side of Ben’s head. Ben’s arms immediately circled around Jesse’s back, palms flat as they traveled up the dip of his spine up to his shoulders where his grip tightened briefly. Then he doubled back, dragging his nails as he went, his hands settling on Jesse’s ass as he canted up and clenched around him.
“You’re so fuckin’ amazing,” Ben breathed out.
Grinning wide, Jesse said, “I know.” His eyes fell closed as he pumped deep into Ben, relishing in the pressure of his hands. “Fuck, you fit me so perfect, Ben. Made just for me.”
“Only you,” Ben echoed, pulling him against him harder with his hands and ankles. “Fuck, you’re so deep.” The pleasure hit him in waves, over and over following the pace of Jesse's thrusts, each one a little more intense than the last. Ben could feel it twisting in his belly, and desperately pulled Jesse to him at a pace he wanted. “More, more, please, I can-- it’s-- please make me come, Jess, please, please--”
Jesse had planned on pulling back, stopping and making Ben come down one more time. But it felt too good, and he wanted to feel Ben clenching around him. Reaching between them, he took a hold of Ben’s cock, pulling in time to his thrusts. “Yeah, yeah, come for me, Ben, I wanna hear you scream.”
Ben’s back arched and his head tipped back, jaw slack as whimpering noises escaped him. “Yes, yes, fuck-- me-- oh god Jess--” and then it crashed into him, his body thrashing and his hands moving up to hold on tightly to Jesse’s shoulders, hot threads of spunk pooling in the dip of his chest.
Watching his face, the swing from desperation to full pleasure, the way he surged and clenched around him, Jesse snatched up Ben’s hips, pounding him down into the clothing until he came with a gasp. His whole body twitching, he slid off of Ben, though he kept one arm draped around him. Ben panted against him as though he’d just finished running a mile, grasping randomly at the mess of clothes beneath him and finding a shirt to wipe himself clean. His whole body felt like it was tingling. It was incredible.
Jesse curled in close against him, brushing Ben’s hair aside as he studied his profile. After a few moments, a smile spread on his face. “Y’know, I’m really glad I decided to shag you instead of Izzy,” he teased.
Ben felt a flush burn against his face, the mixed emotions back and twisting in his chest.
“Oh yeah? Whyzzat?” he prompted, his tone drawling and lazy.
Pressing a kiss to the corner of Ben’s mouth, Jesse said, “For one thing, you’re much prettier than she is. Almost on my level, really.”
For a moment, Ben could have sworn he felt a tug-of-war for loyalties happening inside his head -- partly to defend Izzy, and partly in pleasure at the near-compliment -- but a resounding tug on his more smug side won. Still, there was no denying the burn in his face growing warmer.
“Go on,” he encouraged, his eyes falling closed at the attention.
“And you beg so wonderfully,” Jesse purred, nipping his ear.
Ben’s shoulder drew up into his neck a little at the nip out of reflex, feeling a faint tickle, then turned on his side to better face Jesse. The ground was a bit hard despite the clothes, but he tried to ignore it.
“I dunno, that may be one more thing you’re better than me at, the begging,” he murmured.
Jesse gave a breath of a laugh. His expression softened, though, his hand tightening at Ben’s side. “And because it’s better when you love the person. And so much better when they love you, too.”
Any mixed feelings inside him were wiped away and Ben leaned in close, tangling a leg between Jesse’s as he slid a hand up to cradle his face. The words pierced through him, lodging in his heart and filling him with limitless adoration. Ben pressed his lips to Jesse’s, kissing him slowly, pouring every part of himself into it.