i can't seem to put together a comment for ao3 that properly conveys how much i love your works so i'm sending this here because i need you to know that you're insanely talented and Officially my favorite author in the the passenger fandom
i jumped for joy when i saw the notification for a 3rd part of ace benson in my email inbox and i've re-read the fic probably 10 times since then. it's so good. like you have their characters down to a tee, the development of their relationship seems so realistic and true to them. drinking and cuddling and kissing by the pier.. benson perchance killing someone and randy not caring.. and then defending and reassuring him after justin's comment.. AUUUUGHH
and (not to be crude) the sex scenes were soooooo... the care and mutual understanding. the romance. each line of each scene felt like a punch to the stomach. the fic is actually playing out in my head like a movie as i'm writing this. it was just so fucking good and i await your next post like a mother waiting for her son to return from war
tldr you're goated
hey i want this tattooed across my eyeballs, you are so sweet!!!! i genuinely cant believe im your favourite and there are so many wonderful wonderful fics out there ah!!!!!!AGHHGHG. to know that it plays out in your head is amazing because that is 100% happening with myself when im writing and to know that it actually does with other people! AH hey this is the sweetest feedback ive ever gotten and i thank you so much, i am working on another fic atm and this has really solidified my motivation! I LOVE YOU
A kiss to his nape told him Benson was awake. It felt like the sun blaring down on his back.
A loose hand slid down his spine, thumb pushing into the muscle before it squeezed at Randy's waist. Angling him closer. Arching into his dick.
Benson wasn’t patient, and Randy knew better than to expect softness from him for long. When Benson wanted something, he moved toward it, all appetite and no manners.
Randy caught him staring; he had to. Those eyes flicked sideways, a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth as he kept licking the popsicle in long, lazy stripes, unfazed. Maybe even smug. He let out a little sigh, leaned back on his elbow like he was just beating the heat, nothing more to it.
But Benson’s jaw was tight. His popsicle untouched, dripping onto the dry gravel below.
“Jesus Christ,” He muttered finally, looking anywhere else, at the sky, the empty road, the rusted pump.
Randy chuckled low, slow. “What?”
“You’re gonna give somebody a heart attack with that mouth.”
Randy bit into the popsicle, teeth crunching through the ice, and said around it, “You’re the only one here, Benson.”
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aka, benson and randy give each other bad hand jobs
Could we get a snippet from the new honey ep chapter? ❤️
YOU MAY. its almost 10K, its nearly there! i swear.
Randy’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, eyes scanning the chat like he did every night. The room was dim except for the cool blue glow of his monitor, thighs still tender, a slight heat across his cheeks.
At first, it was all praise, hearts, sweet messages flooding his socials.
But then, a comment blinked in stark contrast.
“bradleys only famous because hes with benson sorry not sorry”
Randy’s smile faltered. He blinked, re-reading it.
Another one followed.
“let’s be real, benson is the only reason we even know who this guy is...”
Randy dropped into his chair like he’d been punched in the gut. The screen’s cold glow burned into his eyes as he flicked through the comments.
Then the comments were on almost all of his posts.
"hes literally only famous because of benson.”
He swallowed hard, fingers trembling as he scrolled down faster.
“riding bensons dick all the way to the top.”
and a more nsfw snippet as a treat ↓↓↓
It made Randy laugh, for as much attention as he got, whether it was online, at the gym, or in the cafe, Benson got more. Maybe he just pretended he never noticed, or it was probably the years of being one of the biggest names in gay porn, he’d grown used to it. They were both starting to shift from jealously driving a thick wedge between them, resulting in tense, silent drives home to Randy relishing in the possessive clamp of Benson’s hands around his waist, or his neck, if he was lucky. As soon as he knew that Benson could feel eyes lingering or a guy brushed too close, Benson would side-step them, and as long as Randy was within arm's reach, Benson would close the gap, locking Randy tight against his side.
Even after Randy filmed with another guy, he’d welcome Randy home with possessive kisses, all over, along his face, his chin, his cheeks, down his neck until Randy was almost painfully pinned against the door, rutting hard against Benson’s thigh, gasping into his mouth. “I–I have to s-shower.”
Which was true, as much as he loved his job, he quickly wanted to wash anyone else’s spit that wasn’t Benson’s from his skin.
And Benson would always hum a loose affirmative as his hands drifted to cup Randy’s ass, force him tighter against his growing cock.
And, Benson would always join him. When they were wet and naked, Benson’s fingers trailed between Randy’s asscheek, and he’d shove them sloppily against his hole. And Randy would take it, his limbs already hot and slack as he braced himself for the shock of cold tile. Benson would hold him steady as he moaned through the push of his fingers, “Still so soft here. He got you good and ready for me, didn’t he?” Benson grunted into his ear before he dug his teeth into his collarbone.
Randy never knew how to reply in those moments, so he’d knock his head back against the porcelain and beg Benson to fuck him.
“How did he touch you?”
Randy already knew that Benson knew exactly how he was touched. He was still strictly under a direct no-penetration contract, but it didn’t stop the use of toys, fingers, or even tongues. The guy he worked with opened Randy up with his index finger to start as he dragged his mouth over his hole.
Randy smiled, pressing his nose into Benson’s wet hair, “He fingered me and sucked me off.”
Benson groaned loudly, his hard cock twitching against his thigh, “How long did you last?” Chuckling as he dragged his tongue up the curve of his neck, bringing his teeth down to clamp on Randy’s jaw, already knowing the answer, he knew Randy could come in seconds if Benson stuffed even one finger inside and choked himself on Randy’s cock.
Randy bit down on his lower lip to stifle his laugh, “Like, five minutes.”
Benson finally lifted his head to look Randy in the eye, water droplets clinging to those long eyelashes, which Randy thought always made him look younger than he is.
Water slid around the curve of Benson’s cheeks as he smiled, “That fast, huh? Must’ve been good.” His eyes flickered to Randy’s mouth, “Almost as good as me?”
Randy wrapped his arms around Benson’s shoulders. He was waiting for it; he could read Benson like a fucking book in these moments. “No one’s as good as you, Benson.”
And Randy braced himself, feeling Benson’s hands slip across his thighs to lift Randy in the air. Cold tile against his back as Benson pushed his cock into him.
you cannot make me get over the fact that Randy parked beside Benson's car before starting his shift. he could've parked anywhere but he chooses the spot beside Benson. like.
which could mean nothing. BUT. just. look at this shot. LOOK AT IT. they look like two peas in a pod. am I tripping, or does this imply that our boy Randy actually feels safer with Benson around. (bet that he leaves at least one parking space when it comes to his other colleagues, kinda delulu but who knows)
