As per request of Liz, Weaper's first time in the class of 141 fic. It is LONG. 3k of cuddling, smut, and shy!Ben. It's cute and gross and I love it. Also completely unedited.
When the credits rolled his eyes were half closed as he listened to Wes’s heart beat and breath. It calmed him more than anything ever had. James patted Ben’s leg and then stood up.
“Well, I’m gonna head to my room. Give you two some alone time.” He gave them a sly look.
Ben was grateful that the only light in the room was the glow of the telly, because he was sure his face was bright red. He held Wes a little tighter.
“Shut up, James,” said Wes, rubbing his hand up and down Ben’s back. Ben practically melted into the touch.
“Yeah, yeah,” said James, grinning. “No funny business now. Or, well, not too much funny business anyway.” He gave them one last wave before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
Ben wasn’t sure what exactly James meant by funny business or what he thought funny business even was. Ben wasn’t exactly qualified to determine that either as he hadn’t ever done anything. He’d made out with a few girls while drunk at parties before, but that was the extent of his experiences. And he certainly hadn’t done anything with a guy before.
He and Wes had done things like this before, cuddling and being close, and they’d kissed some, but nothing even close to a make out session. They hadn’t really had the time or the privacy. Ben was okay with that though, because he’d still been kind of skittish about the whole thing.
He didn’t feel skittish now though, curled up against Wes in the dark, Wes’s hand rubbing soothingly up and down his back. They sat there quietly for a while until Ben pulled back enough to look up at Wes.
“What kind of funny business does he think we’re gonna do?” he asked.
“Dunno,” said Wes. His voice was low and it was making Ben’s heart beat a little faster. They were so close that Ben could feel Wes’s breath on his lips.
Wes leaned in and brushed his lips against Ben’s in the barest of kisses, teasing, and it made Ben’s breath hitch. He wanted more of that. He mimicked Wes, brushing his own lips against Wes’s, eyes open and watching Wes. Wes’s hand that wasn’t wrapped around Ben slid up his arm and shoulder and cradled Ben’s face. He leaned in and kissed Ben, a real kiss this time. Ben’s eyes fell closed and he tried to press himself even closer to Wes.
They stayed like that for a long moment, then Wes opened his mouth and coaxed Ben to do the same. Ben’s breath became heavier and his hand fisted in Wes’s shirt. Kissing Wes wasn’t like kissing those girls at all, that had never made his heart pound in his chest. Yeah, kissing them had felt good, but it wasn’t anything like this, this was overwhelming. In a good way. A whimper escaped Ben as Wes slid his tongue into Ben’s mouth. Ben was still a moment, letting Wes explore his mouth, then moaned as he began moving his own tongue against Wes’s. God, Wes tasted so good.
After a bit Wes pulled away and lay down on his side, tugging Ben with him. When they were settled Ben pressed as close to Wes as he could and kissed him again. Wes held him tight, the kisses still slow, but getting more heated. Ben couldn’t stop all the little noises that he kept making and it took everything in him to keep his hips still. It was becoming pretty obvious that he was turned on and Wes was clearly aroused as well. With how close they were pressed together Ben could feel him, hot and hard, and it was turning Ben on even more.
Wes gently rolled Ben so he was on his back and moved on top of him. Ben spread his legs, letting Wes slot between them. He gasped at the sudden weight and friction against his cock, breaking the kiss, and his hips hitched up against Wes before he could stop it. Wes groaned then kissed Ben again, deeply, one hand holding himself up and the other running through Ben’s hair. Ben wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist, clinging to him, as they began grinding against each other. Ben wasn’t sure he’d ever felt like this before, had never felt anything so good. It wasn’t even just about the pleasure, it was about the feeling of safety, about the overwhelming feeling of loving Wes and being loved by Wes.
Wes broke the kiss and began kissing along Ben’s jaw, hand still stroking through Ben’s hair, making Ben pant. He tilted his head back as Wes moved to his neck, laying gentle, soft kisses along the column of his throat. Ben whimpered and keened, overwhelmed with how good it felt, how gentle Wes was being with him. He was long past being able to keep his hips still now, but Wes was grinding down on him just as insistently.
Ben let his hands slide up Wes’s shirt, feeling along his back. Wes groaned and it made heat spread through Ben. He was getting close to the edge and while maybe he should have told Wes to stop, he didn’t want to stop.
“I love you, Ben,” Wes panted. He kissed up Ben’s throat to the spot just under his ear.
“Wes, I–” he broke off with a gasp as Wes’s tongue flicked against his skin and it was what set him off. He arched and his hips hitched as he came moaning Wes’s name. He scratched down Wes’s back as he rode through the high.
Wes had pulled back to watch Ben’s face and Ben blinked up at him as he finally came down from the high, panting and blood rushing in his ears.
“Did you just…” Wes trailed off as he watched Ben curiously.
Ben felt his face heating and he looked away, embarrassment and shame flooding him, the cooling mess in his boxers intensifying the feelings. He nodded, unable to say anything. He may not have had any experience, but he knew that you weren’t supposed to come while you were still in your clothes.
“Hey…” said Wes gently, setting a hand on Ben’s cheek and coaxing him to look back at him. “It’s okay.” Wes smiled. “Glad you enjoyed that so much.”
“I – yeah,” said Ben, looking down and smiling, kind of shyly and kind of nervously.
Wes settled against Ben again, kissing him. Ben melted into it, running his hands up and down Wes’s back. Wes’s hips were subtly moving against his and he could feel him still hot and hard. Ben wanted to try something, but he wasn’t sure what Wes would think. He nervously moved one of his hands to the front of Wes’s pants and gently tugged on them. He broke the kiss.
“Wes can I– I want to–” He couldn’t get the words out, which he thought was stupid, so he hoped Wes understood what he was asking.
“I– y-yeah okay,” said Wes, his voice a little shaky. He sounded a little nervous. It made Ben feel better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about all this. At least Wes had similar equipment, so Ben wasn’t on completely unfamiliar ground like he would be with a girl.
He unbuttoned and unzipped Wes’s pants, hesitating a moment before sliding his hand in and feeling Wes through his boxers. Wes groaned and leaned his head against Ben’s shoulder, panting. And, oh wow, Ben liked that a lot, liked knowing that he was doing that to Wes. That he was making Wes feel good.
He licked his lips nervously then reached into the opening of Wes’s boxers and pulled him out. He was hot and hard in Ben’s hand, the tip wet with pre come that smeared against Ben’s wrist, and the feeling made arousal flood through Ben, though he wasn’t sure he could get hard again so soon. He adjusted his grip on Wes and then began stroking him slowly, making Wes whimper. The angle was a little awkward, would have been easier if Wes was on his back, but Ben didn’t care; he just wanted to make Wes feel good.
He stroked Wes a little faster and with his free hand rucked up his shirt. He wanted to feel Wes come on him. Just thinking about that turned him on more and he moaned quietly. Wes’s hips were thrusting into his hand now and Ben squirmed a little bit. God, everything Wes was doing turned him on.
“B-Ben,” Wes said quietly, lifting his head.
Ben kissed Wes eagerly and quickened his pace even more. Feeling bold, Ben pushed his tongue into Wes’s mouth making him whimper. Wes’s body went tense above him and he came with a moan over Ben’s hand and stomach.
“Oh god,” Ben whimpered, breaking the kiss. The feel of hot and wet on his stomach making his cock twitch and start to harden again.
He slowly stroked Wes all the way through his orgasm, then stopped, just holding him. Feeling Wes slowly softened in his hand was weirdly erotic. Finally he let him go, setting his hand on Wes’s hip.
“Wow,” said Ben, looking at Wes in awe.
“Y-yeah.” Wes laughed quietly.
He sounded wrecked and Ben felt wrecked and it felt good to be wrecked together with Wes. He hoped they would get to do this again. He really wanted to touch and kiss Wes everywhere, though he wasn’t sure if they would actually get to do anything like that anytime soon.
“I’ve never…” Ben trailed off and bit his lip, not quite looking at Wes. He was never sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he was still a virgin. A few times at parties he’d just lied to other guys to look good, but no way would he lie to Wes.
Ben looked back at him and nodded.
Ben frowned in confusion. “What? Really? But you’re… popular.” He wasn’t sure if that was the right word, but it was close enough. Wes was really good looking and really nice; he should have had girls throwing themselves at him.
Wes snorted. “If you want to call it that. Um, I’ve dated a couple girls and kissed them, but, uh, nothing like this.”
“Why not?” Ben was curious.
Wes shrugged one shoulder. “Just wasn’t interested I guess.”
The implication then, was that he was interested in it with Ben. And that did all sorts of things to him; made his stomach flip. “But why are you interested in it with me?”
“Didn’t you love those girls too?”
“Yeah, sort of I guess, but…” Wes shook his head. “It’s not the same. It’s different with you.”
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good.” Wes chewed his lip a moment in thought. “I feel closer to you, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Oh. Yeah, me too.” Ben was silent for a moment then, quietly, “I love you.”
Wes smiled. “I love you too.” He kissed Ben lightly. “Should probably clean up and get to bed.”
“Yeah,” said Ben, making a face. The mess in his boxers was drying and it felt really gross.
Wes reached up and grabbed some tissues from the box on the night stand and handed them to Ben. He tucked himself away and then moved off of Ben so he was sitting next to him. Ben cleaned his stomach off, breath hitching at the memory of what Wes coming on him felt like, and tossed the tissues in the trash. He sat up, grimacing at the feel.
“Next time I wanna…” Wes trailed off and Ben looked over at him. He licked his lips. “I want to touch you.”
Ben wanted that too. He swallowed heavily. “Me too.” His face heated and he looked down. “S-sorry about– about–”
“Hey,” Wes said, gently setting a hand on Ben’s shoulder and making him look up. “I said it was fine.” He smiled at Ben.
Ben ducked his head sheepishly. “’Kay. I, um, I’m gonna go, uh, change now.” He was feeling nervous again, but it wasn’t bad; just like his stomach was full of butterflies because of Wes.
“Okay,” said Wes still smiling at Ben.
Ben stood up and went over to his backpack, pulling out a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants that he’d packed. He glanced back at Wes, smiling shyly, before heading out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. Once there he pulled off his pants and peeled his sticky boxers off. It was gross and he decided that coming in his pants was not something he wanted to do again if he could help it. But he couldn’t help wondering, as he cleaned himself off, if it would happen again. It had been kind of unexpected, though Wes touching him and kissing him like that had been kind of unexpected too.
He pulled on his clean clothes, wadded up his boxers, and rolled them up in his pants. He’d deal with them when he got home. When he stepped out of the bathroom James was leaning in the doorway of his own bedroom and Ben froze when he saw him, eyes wide, and he blushed furiously. James was grinning at him like the Cheshire cat.
“So did you deflower my little brother?”
Ben’s stomach clenched as it wasn’t just embarrassment he was feeling, but fear. What if James didn’t want Ben doing those kind of things with Wes? What if he was mad at Ben?
“Well good for you. ‘Bout damn time you two get some alone time.”
“You’re not mad?” Ben asked, voice smaller than he wanted it to be.
James frowned in confusion. “Why would I be mad?”
Ben just shrugged, fidgeting.
“Ben, man,” said James, his voice gentler than it had been a moment ago. “If you and Wes are happy then that’s all I care about.”
“Oh.” Ben looked up at him.
“So are you happy with Wes?”
“Yes.” It was true; he was happier than he had ever been, than he could ever remember being. Even when he wasn’t with Wes thinking about him made Ben happy.
“Well there ya go. Now,” James grinned again. “Don’t keep your lover boy waiting.”
Ben flushed and rolled his eyes. “Asshole.”
Ben smiled at James and then headed back to Wes’s room. He’d never felt happier, or more at home, than when he was with Wes and James. It was like his whole life he’d been missing something and now he wasn’t because he had them.
“James give you shit?” Wes asked when Ben entered the room.
“A little,” said Ben, closing the door. He dropped his dirty clothes into his backpack.
“What a jackass,” Wes mumbled. He had changed into pajama pants as well while Ben was gone. He pulled the covers back and let Ben slide in next to him. “He means well. I think.”
“Yeah,” said Ben, settling in next to Wes and laying his head on his chest. Listening to Wes’s heart beat was becoming one of his favorite things to do. He wrapped his arm around Wes’s waist and Wes wrapped him in both arms, the two of them holding each other tight. Ben was already sleepy and sighed in contentment.
When Wes didn’t say anything after a moment Ben lifted his head. He was met with Wes’s lips on his own and he sighed against Wes’s lips, kissing him back. He loved kissing Wes so much.
“I love you,” Wes whispered when they broke apart.
“I love you too.” He gave Wes another kiss before laying his head back down. He couldn’t even explain how much he loved hearing those words from Wes. And how much he loved saying them. Growing up he hadn’t ever really heard them; his mom only saying them when Jack wasn’t around. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted, needed, to hear them until Wes had said them to him that first time. He cuddled up closer to Wes, sliding his leg between Wes’s. “I wish we could do this more.” In the middle of the day he would never admit to liking cuddling, but here in the dark with Wes it felt like it was okay to say that.
“Me too,” Wes sighed. “Maybe someday.”
Ben nodded against Wes’s chest, eyes closed. “I’ll never leave you.” He hoped Wes felt the same.
Wes gave him a squeeze. “I won’t leave you either.”
He let himself relax fully against Wes, those words reassuring him that Wes would always be with him. That he’d be there tomorrow morning and next year and hopefully every year after that. It made Ben happy and he let the feeling carry him to sleep.
