Maggie leans back in her chair with a deep sigh. She glances out her office door, watching as her Detectives move around the pin hard at work on their latest cases. She’s been stuck in the office all day doing paperwork, and she’s really over it. She loves being able to be in charge of the Precinct for the most part, but sometimes she misses getting out in the field. She still gets to on big or really important cases, but she’s not out nearly as much as she was as a detective.
She hears her phone vibrating against her text and she grabs it, surprised when she sees Kara’s name on the screen. Sure, she’d caught up with the woman a few days ago, but she hadn’t thought it would be a regular thing. “Hey, Kara,” she answers casually and bit skeptically. She’s not really sure why the younger Danvers would be calling her.
But then she hears Kara’s panicked voice, rambling on the other end and she sits up straight in her chair. “What? Kara, slow down.” She says, trying to understand what the distressed woman was trying to tell her. All she hears is “Alex”, “Andreas” and “kidnapped”, the rest just fades into the background. “I’ll be right there,” she says, quickly standing up from her chair. She grabs her jacket and her gun and runs out of the office, barely remembering to lock the door behind her. “I’ve got to go. Call me if you need anything, but please try not to,” she tells her Sergeant, her second in command.
She’s on her bike headed for the DEO and she barely even remembers making the trip. All her panicked mind can think about is Alex and Andreas and if they’re okay. Kara hadn’t told her much over the phone before she hung up and rushed out the door. As soon as she’s parked, she quickly shows her badge and very impatiently goes through all the security measures she has to go through. Luckily they still had her in the system from years ago, so it didn’t take quite as long as it should have.
“Alex?” She asks fear laced in her voice as she rushes into the command room. She sees Kara, Winn, Alex and a whole gang of agents around the large table. She’s happy to see that Alex is at least okay, but now her mind goes over to Andreas. “What’s going on? Where’s Andreas?” She asks, coming up behind Alex, grabbing her arm to turn her towards her.
Their last days together were very different. It was like going back to London had brought them to a reality that none of them were sure if it was what they wanted. After the incident of Ed at Avery’s dancing lessons it was like they got apart. They did not talk a lot about it anymore and Rosie felt guilty about it too so she avoided to asked him to go out with her or for the kids and she kept busy with work and the kids. At the end of the day they talked about the kids mostly and avoided the topic about their emotions. Rosie did not want to push his buttons again. The other night she saw him exploding and breaking down and she was scared of seeing him again. She suffered with his pain and she was not sure if she wanted to face it again. She did not know how to help him, how to react or how save him. Probably she found the best way to get away from the situation. She had a scheduled trip to New York City for some work. She had important contracts with Paige and Claudelie and she needed to fly to America to make some public appearances and social events that she had signed up before Leo was born. She saw this as the best way to give Ed some space and they could clear their minds. The distance could help them or maybe it would make things worse. She did not know but she did not hesitate in taking this opportunity to leave. Rosie was not sure if Ed was good with it but they did not discussed it. The model had work to get done. Leo was almost one month old and he could travel with her while Avery and Brooks stayed with Ed. Their talks were short but she let him know that she would miss him and she would be fine during her week in New York.
She left with tears in her eyes because her family was during a rough moment and leaving Ed always broke her heart but this time was different, it was painful but for different reasons. She was not convinced If she was doing the correct thing but she flew to the other side of the world with Leo, her assistant, PA and a baby sitter would be helping her in NYC during her time there because she would be very active. The support from all the companies during the scandal time meant a lot for Rosie and she wanted to be professional and give them the best. During her days in the big apple, the model attended to parties, events, and shops and was very active due her contract with the different companies she was working too. She also have herself some time to hang out with friends like Joan Smalls and Matt who insisted in taking her for dinner and they always would end at her apartment with the little Leo who was the sensation. It was true that Rosie posted a lot about the products they were promoting but she was posting all what she was doing because she hoped Ed would see it. She missed him and they were not talking as much as she wished. They texted a few times to ask about the kids but they did not talk about anything more so every picture she posted was dedicated for him, to show him how her day was going and also demonstrate that no one had retired their support and love for the rumors around him. It was otherwise, everyone showed her their support and love for Ed and Rosie appreciated it and wished that Ed could see that.
After a week, Rosie was finally coming back to London. Exhausted and dying for being at home with her other three babies under the same roof. The model was surprised when she got a text from Ed offering to pick them up from the airport. After the horrible moment he lived because of her petition to go out, she did not want to expose him anymore to something bad but he insisted so she was excited about seeing him. The private flight landed punctual and with a tired but excited Rosie with a little baby in arms. When the plane’s door opened and she was helped to walk downstairs and she was about to get to the last stair, she felt a warm touch in her arm and a familiar smell filled her senses. She looked up and saw Ed holding her and be sure that Rosie and her baby were safe. “Hey” She said with a big smile.
WHO: Sebastian Smythe (#5) and Rachel Berry(#10)
WHAT: The pair are in for a surprise when their internet alter egos meet for the first time to realize...they know of each other already and don’t exactly hit it off.
WHERE: The KnickerBocker Hotel, NYC
WHEN: Sunday, February 18th
WARNINGS: Implied smut and some dirty talk I guess.
Rachel: arrives at the Knickerbocker at 2:50, getting the keys to her room, and letting them bring up her backs. She felt confident, mostly because she was prepared and so ready for this to happen. She only hopes he's who he seems to be and not some sham though she knows it could go both ways- though she's more than confident in her abilities to please, be naughty, and be the good girl she's supposed to be- of course that meant she'd need a punishment to remind her of her place and how she's meant to act, but she knows it is all apart of the appeal. She tips the man who sets her bags down in front of the door and with a soft thank you Rachel made her way into the room. Of course she'd seen pictures but it was bigger and more beautiful than she could have imagined. It would be the perfect room to explore in and she stripped down to her underwear and grabbed her toiletry bag before rushing to the bathroom to shower. The tiny brunette stood naked in front of the mirror as she styled her hair and when she felt happy with how it looked she walked back into the bedroom area and slipped on her white lingerie- to add to the good girl appeal. She had carefully picked out her hairstyle, her outfit, and how she'd be when he opens the door. Rachel had given strict instructions to prince-seduction and the person at the front desk. Of course it didn't mean he'd listen but if all went as planned he'd be escorted up and let in. In fact he'd be let in any minute and with a last flip of her hair over her shoulder Rachel sits herself in the middle of the bed, legs crossed at the ankle a small smile on her face as she waited.
Sebastian had been purposely putting off meeting the girl he met online, partly because he was a bit wary, partly because he wanted her to want him even more. He had never met anyone on a website like FetLife and although he didn't feel unsafe, he did have an odd feeling about the meet up. It could potentially be awkward; he knew she wasn't overly experienced in the "FetLife genre" and neither was he, but what if she turned out to be inexperienced in sex all together? He wasn't in this to take someone's virginity or to help them get back at an ex; he was in it for a good time and he hoped that that's what it would be. As he's escorted to the room, he hikes a duffel bag over his shoulder and adjusts the sleeve of his coat, heart racing a little in excitement. As they arrive, the employee hands Sebastian a key and he waits until he's out of sight before slipping it into the slot, unlocking the door, and pushing it open. His eyes immediately fall on the girl on the bed, eyes running up her body, taking in her appearance. Clearly it was the same girl in the pictures and he holds back a sigh of relief knowing he hadn't been catfished. As the door falls shut behind him, he sees her face and his brows furrow. "Don't I know you?"
Rachel: hears the beep of the lock and she tenses a bit, her nerves shaking her to the core. Her breathing techniques she learned in yoga come in handy and she calms herself down just as the door closes. Rachel looks up at him with dark eyes and her mouth falls open with a slight gasp. “Sebastian Smythe?” Rachel says quietly, sitting up completely, posture straightening, and her body going tense again. “You’re who I’ve been talking to?” She swallows the lump in her throat and stifles a laugh. Of course it would be someone who seems to detest her in the real world. What was she supposed to do now. “Rachel Berry.” She murmurs, realizing she hadn’t actually answered his question. “You’re going to leave aren’t you?”
Sebastian mind races, freezing in spot as he tries to place the girl's face. She says his name and he licks his lips; obviously she knows him too, and Sebastian doesn't know whether that's a good thing or not. "I..." he starts, but with the name it clicks and he shakes his head. "You're that annoying girl from Tumblr." He can't believe that out of every woman in New York City, that Rachel Berry is the one he's been sexting this whole time, and if he wasn't there to see it himself, he would never have believed it. "Yes," he responds bluntly and turns towards the door.
Rachel: flushed pink and stands from the bed. “I’m not annoying.” She says, a tone not helping her prove that. “And I don’t think you should leave.” Rachel can’t help herself and she stomps her foot her arms crossing over her chest. “I don’t think you should leave because you know I can give you what you want and I have a feeling you can do the same.” It’s a lame attempt at persuading but she can’t not get what she wants. She needs it after the week she’s had and maybe the fact that he doesn’t like her means he will be even rougher. “Please daddy?” She looks up at him through dark lashes and a slight pout.
Sebastian ignores Rachel, shaking his head. This is what he gets for trying something new online and going to pursue it. He should have just left it alone and ghosted her after she expressed wanting to meet up. He rolls his eyes and swings open the door, one foot out, before freezing at her last plead. He slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder, letting out breath. It is what he wants...
Rachel: sees him walk out but then he's looking over his shoulder and she's sure she can convince him to stay. She needed this and if he has been as busy as he's claimed he probably needed this sort of outlet too. "I know that I'm annoying and overbearing and you don't like me but I promise you it's a totally different story with a cock in my mouth." It's a dirty word and she blushes, looking down at her lap, "And there are plenty of other ways to ensure I can't talk, right?"
Sebastian told Rachel to shut up
Rachel listened because she likes being told what to do
Sebastian likes that about her.
Rachel made sure to prove to him she’s as good with her mouth as she’s insisted.
They have crazy kinky sex and then after they come down and clean up Sebastian peaces out without a word.
Quinn moaned in pleasure as she took the first bite of her chocolate mousse cake. “You’ve got to try this,” she said with a grin, carving out another spoonful and offering it to her sister across the restaurant table.
The days had flown by since that fateful night. Everything blurred together for Quinn except the time she spent with Marley -- that was when everything slowed down around them, or seemed to. Especially times like this. She wasn’t taking Marley on a date by name, it just happened to be Saturday night and Quinn just happened to take her to one of the nicest restaurants in the area, and there just happened to be candlelight and wine. For her, anyway, though she let Marley sneak sips when no one was looking, even as they giggled afterward like sisters do.
They were still taking things slow physically, too, though Quinn was running out of reasons why. They could barely cuddle up on the couch for a night of Netflix without it turning into yet another makeout session. She’d even stolen a quick kiss from Marley as they entered the restaurant.
It’s one of those rare weekdays where Aiden has it off. It was more along the lines of his phone died because he forgot to plug it in, therefore his alarm never waking him up. He’s got an internal clock and he wakes up at amount nine and grabs his laptop from the living room and shoots off a message to Jenny saying that he’s not coming in. Jenny clears his calendar and he’s free for an entire 24 hours of a work day. Aiden slumps into his couch, the morning sun coming in through his windows and he debates on going for a run, maybe a round of boxing but then he decides no. He’s going to do absolutely nothing today, or at least try not too. He reaches over and closes his laptop, getting up to make coffee and throws some bread into the toaster.
He would have been at work if it weren’t for the fact that Luci said some 80s horror movie was on and he had to see what it was about. It was terrible and too many texts later of her telling him that he was wrong, he passes out with twenty minutes of the movie left, phone battery at 8% and then dead when he woke up. Aiden bites into his peanut butter toast and laughs to himself, finishing up his breakfast and then goes to shower as his phone charges up.
By noon, his dressed in fitted jeans and a plain t-shirt, sticking his wallet in his pocket to go find something for lunch. Holly’s busy today, some photoshoot for something or another and he’s not complaining. He gets to do whatever he wants, eats whatever he wants. He unplugs his phone and he must have created a habit, tapping on Luci’s name and there’s already three dots typing for her. That’s... a little freaky.
She tells him she’s having a bad day and he laughs softly.
WHO: Benji Karofsky (@benjikarofsky) and Franco Del Rio (@southsidefranco). Mentions Topher Pierce (@topherxpierce).
WHERE: NS Italian Restaurant
WHEN: 29th March 2019
NOTES: Trying a new approach, Benji throws caution to the wind and asked Franco out on a date; what starts out rocky, ends with neither man regretting their decision to say “yes”.
TRIGGERS: Smut Warning (sectioned off with: ‘~*~*~*~*~’ for skippability **kinks listed at the beginning of smut section**); descriptions of kidnapping and discussion of the emotional toll after the fact; vague drug mentions
BOLD: Benji
ITALIC: Franco
WORD COUNT: 4588
Benji was waiting outside the Italian restaurant of Franco's choice, a single rose behind his back. If he was honest with himself, these last two weeks had been a rollercoaster and not even he could have predicted that it would end in two people (who may or may not hate each other) attempting to go on a date.
vvHowever, if Franco really didn't mind this whole "'being used' to help Benji get over Topher" plan that he suggested, Benji figured the least he could do was change up his attempts at moving on. From what he could tell, a worst-case scenario would be the date being a bust, while best-case was it being the opposite; there didn't seem to really be much to lose.
Franco was waiting for a punchline from Benji. He didn't believe the guy was asking him on an actual date for a second and he kinda thought it was a joke until he got to the restaurant and saw Benji standing there, looking good in a leather jacket, one of his weaknesses when it came to guys. He looked down at his own outfit wondering if maybe he should have tried harder.
He quickly checked his pockets, his keys, phone, cigarettes all there. He'd come out without his drugs tonight because, he'd no intention of staying late. The moment his hands started to shake or his head started to hurt he was gunna be a goner. He approached Benji and smirked, "Well well well, how the tables have turned".
Benji ducked his head, suddenly starting to regret this decision. He considered somehow digging himself out of this by pretending it was a joke or something, but as he saw Franco walk up, he decided there was nothing wrong with trying. And although the Karofskys did not share many family values, one of the few they did have was that if they were going to try something, they were going to try their hardest.
"Very funny, Franco," Benji responded, revealing the rose from behind his back and jutting it out to him. "You look very handsome. ...Wanna head inside? Our reservation's in 5 minutes."
Franco watched as Benji gave him the rose and his eyes widened as he choked back the laugh that wanted to escape his lips. He was not expecting a rose, "Benji, you got me a flower, I didn't realise you cared so much" he smirked, taking the flower and twirling it in his hands, he didn't think he's ever been brought a flower before.
He laughed again, "Come on then, let's go and eat some grub, I'm famished", it wasn't a lie, he hadn't been eating properly for many reasons so he was desperate to get some decent food in him.
Benji gave an awkward laugh and nodded, leading the way for the two to go inside. Once they made it to the table, ever the gentleman, Benji pulled Franco's seat out for him before sitting down himself. Not sure exactly how to start a real conversation between the two of them, he grabbed a menu and started to look at it, trying to decide what he wanted.
"Um. So... what made you choose this place?"
Franco watched as Benji picked up his menu and smirked at him, "Gotta say, knowing how well you can perform, that leather jacket is fucking hot" he said, not bothering with his own menu. He knew what he wanted, "I picked this place cause I am Italian and I ain't paying".
Benji rolled his eyes, staring at the menu. "Stop it, Franco," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "This is a date, remember? Give it a chance."
Franco smirked again, “So this is a real date? Like you don’t think I’m Topher and playing out some fantasy in your head”
Benji sighed. He knew Franco was probably trying to rile him up, but he refused to have this date devolve into the same routine without at least trying first. "I called you Franco, didn't I?" he replied, flipping the page of the menu, "I asked you out. Asked where you wanted to eat... If I was pretending you were him, I would've taken you to a restaurant he likes."
Franco laughed, “Yeah you might have done but forgive me thinking this is some sort of joke” he finally admitted, looking around, “Last time I saw you, you were pretty hell bent on calling me a whore so, forgive for being confused by this foreign concept”.
"What did I say about talking about that Benji..." he murmured, gently setting down the menu. "You and I both know that's not how I usually am. I want to be romantic. In fact, I prefer it," he admitted, trying to get Franco to look him in the eye.
Franco continued to stare at the table, “I ain’t romantic” he said shrugging his shoulders, “I get my kicks out of being a douchebag and sleeping with people. Hell, I’ve slept with Aaron on days I’ve seen you”.
Benji shrugged. "It's not like we're exclusive or anything, Franc. I mean, you literally offered for me to 'use' you. Who am I to get mad at you for sleeping with people?" He moved his head, still trying to catch his eyes.
"Hey..." he started, his voice low, "if this is too much, we can just forget it. We can grab a burger and I'll walk you home. ...Maybe this was stupid of me to suggest..."
Franco finally looked up and sighed, "No. Its not too much. I just didn't expect it too be real". He gulped and laughed, "I think if I asked the people I wanted to on a date, they'd laugh in my face". He nodded at the menu, "Know what you're having? I'm starved".
"Yeah, I do," Benji replied, barely audible. When a waiter made their way over to the table, the two made quick work of ordering food, then passed off the menus to the waiter as they left. "So. I guess... you should tell me about yourself?" Benji asked, not sure exactly what to say. "Like... what do you like to do with your free time?"
Franco rolled his eyes but felt his hand move to his elbow, "Not much" he nodded, "I used to box which got me out of a situation before but then that bit me on the ass" he said his thoughts trailing to the kidnapping. He sighed, "Quite often now I stay inside, afraid of my own shadow" he breathed quietly
Benji nodded; from what he could tell, this had already been the longest interaction between the two of them that didn't appear to be sex-related. "I didn't know you boxed... and I'm sorry you're not able to leave home a lot nowadays. If you wanted, we could spar together sometime? I know enough about boxing to hold my own, at least."
Franco shook his head at the offer, "I don't often allow myself to box against others. I'm quite dangerous once I get going. I used to have this massive stance on no fighting but I guess, when you go through what I did, you lose sight on what you believe".
Benji frowned, trying to use his words carefully. "...Just because you change based on a situation doesn't mean you've lost sight of your beliefs," he explained, slowly realizing he needed to hear this as much as Franco did. "Beliefs... codes... morals... those are all a great starting place, I think. Like, they're a great way to help you realize what you think is important. ...But they're also stiff and rigid. And you know what isn't? Life." He sighed. "You can't get mad at yourself for adjusting to life and it's fuckery... Just because your box of values doesn't fit through every shape life shoves you through doesn't me you've lost sight of them."
Franco didn't know why he was talking about this, he hadn't really spoken to any one about what happened to him since it had happened, "Life didn't just throw me through a small circle Benji" he said, using the shape analogy, "It through me through a circle which had metal spikes sticking out waiting to hurt me". He looked back down at the table, "I don't know how people get life back on track after something like that happens".
Benji nodded; he was surprised Franco was having this conversation with him, but he was happy it was happening--he didn't think he had ever seen Franco vulnerable before. "I know you've heard this a lot, but... it takes time. And there's no step-by-step guide on healing because people are so different. The best you can do is talk things out and look for ways to help yourself heal. The flashbacks and the memories... they'll probably never disappear completely, but they'll come less frequently and on the occasions that they do come back, you'll know how to cope with, and grow from, them."
Franco noticed that his hands were shaking again. He bit his lip and swiftly moved them so they were under his legs, pushing weight down on them. He gulped, "I mean, I have been sleeping at night and not having the nightmares recently but there is a lot of weed and a lot of alcohol behind that". He sighed and looked up to Benji's his eyes filled with sadness, "I'm sorry, I'm ruining... whatever this is. I've just never had someone to really talk to about it".
Benji shook his head, being sure to never let his eye contact falter. "I'll level with you, Franco. I wasn't expecting anything in particular to come out of this, so you're not ruining anything. We're talking. About things that are important. And if that's what you need from me, I'd much rather be that then whatever you were classifying me as before now," he admitted.
He took a deep breath before continuing: "I think you and I both know that self-medicating isn't a healthy way to get through this, so I'm not gonna even bug you by hammering on that. But... talking to someone. That's a good first step for replacing bad coping habits with better ones. View that as a victory. You're gonna have a lot of small ones before you start seeing the larger ones."
Franco nodded at the words. Benji was meant to be a quick fuck, someone he slept with when one of them was mad but this, this was different and it felt kind of nice. He sighed, "You know, after it all happened, I nearly quit The Serpents". He still thought he would, especially when Dare found out what he was doing, "A serpent never shows cowardice" he breathed out, "Darius found me, as cowardly as they come. No fight in me, nearly dead and covered in my own urine". He didn't know why he was saying this but he felt his eyes sting as he tried to hide the tears.
Benji placed his hand on Franco’s, gently rubbing his thumb against Franco’s knuckles. “Hey...” he said softly. “Topher was Serp for a while, and I have my opinions on it, but I also know that it’s a family. And you deserve to have a family.” He paused there. Wanting to stress that statement.
“Also, you didn’t show cowardice. You lived. You lived through something that is the work of most people’s deepest nightmares. And you know what? You refused to let that defeat you. You worked yourself up from one of the lowest, scariest points that I honestly can’t even imagine. And sure, you’re not finished yet, and recovery takes time, but if you really think that refusing to let this defeat you shows anything besides unparalleled strength and bravery…” he shook his head, then grabbed Franco’s hand, moving his head to try to meet the man’s eyes. “Then let me say it for you: You are brave, Franco. You. Are. Brave.”
Franco had heard this all before. Hell, even Darius had said it too him many times both when he was in hospital and when he'd gotten out and very nearly quit the Serpents but, it didn't make it better. It didn't make him want to stop numbing the pain. He shook his head, trying to rid his face of all emotion, "What happened to me, I would never even wish on my worst enemy but yeah, I did fight and I did come back from it but I wouldn't call it brave, I'd call it survival" he finished. He dropped his gaze to their hands, "Can we talk about something else now?"
Benji nodded, not taking his hands off Franco's. "We can talk about something else, sure. But I wanna say one more thing: It's not just survival. It's survival of the fittest."
When Benji finished his sentence, the waiter came and dropped off their food, leaving Benj to give a delighted "Oo!". He didn't eat Italian food much, but this food did look particularly good. "Y'know, Italian was a good idea. Although, Greek is good too." he teased.
Franco watched as the waiter brought their food over and looked longingly at his plate. He hadn't eaten properly in days, forgoing food for his other addictions. He looked next to the plate and saw the rose, "Greek is OK, but nothing beats a proper Italian". He picked up the rose, "This, was a really cute addition. "
Benji smiled, a slight blush apparent on his face. "I wanted to be a gentleman... Besides, you're worth it," he added, his voice barely audible.
Franco couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face at Benji's words. He bit his lip and scoffed, "I'm worth it?" he asked, "Man, I never I thought I'd hear you say that. And to think, I set out tonight tonight to get you all riled up".
Benji ducked his head, a blush apparent on his face. "Something like that..." he murmured. At Franco's next statement, Benji tilted his head. "Really?" he questions, "Why?"
Franco shrugged his shoulders, taking a bite of his food, his eyes fluttering at the incredible taste, "I just assumed this was some joke" he began to explain, "Like you didn't really want to date me you were just trying to fill a gap so I was gunna push you until you wanted to fuck again".
Benji shrugged. "I mean... I guess I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fill a gap. I definitely do want to get over Toph, and wanting to get over him definitely was a deciding factor on considering asking you out, but..." he took a breath, his voice low but serious, "I decided to approach the date with an open mind and really go on a date with you. And I'm glad I did. You're... you're more than I gave you credit for."
Franco laughed, shaking his head, "Please for the love of God get that impression out of your head" he said, his eyes never leaving Benji's face, "I am and always will be an absolute asshole but I'm trying my hardest to behave at the moment".
~*~*~*~*~
Kink warning: Semi-public, foreplay/over-the-clothes rubbing, footsie/foot play, domination, teasing; ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ versions of the following: begging.
"I'm an asshole too, Franco. You know that. You act like you can't be an asshole and still be an okay person." He took a bite of his food before smiling and gently running his foot down Franco's leg, the tablecloth covering the view. "...Who said you had to behave?"
Franco smirked but his eyes widened a little when he felt Benji under the table. He looked around the restaurant and raised an eyebrow at him, "Dude, what are you doing?" he asked, he wouldn't lie, this was hot but he'd never been so public about anything.
Benji shrugged, trailing his foot higher up Franco's leg. "You said you were trying to behave. I'm showing you you don't have to," he whispered, eating casually while his leg did the opposite under the tablecloth. "If you hate it, just tell me."
Franco felt his eyes flutter a little, "I meant trying not to make you angry" he explained, taking a bite of his food, "But this, I think I'm quite enjoying it" he breathed, his hand reaching up and messing with the bandana around his neck, it making him feel a bit hot under the collar.
Benji smirked, finally putting his foot down. "Y'know, you don't have to make me angry. You could just like... call me," he whispered. "Are you okay?" he questioned, tilting his head.
Franco bit his lip and nodded, "I just assume you did the calling" he breathed out. He nodded, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm just, this is hot".
"Just wanted to check," he whispered, lifting up his fork to take another bite. As he did, he lifted his foot and trailed it up Franco's leg and to his crotch, gently brushing against it.
Franco went to take another bite of his food but he felt Benji's foot brush against his crutch and he dropped his fork, looking around, "Fuck" he whispered under his breath, "This is good".
"Franco..." Benji hummed, slowly moving his foot up and down Franco's length. "Something wrong?" he teased.
Franco took a deep breath as he ate another bite of his dinner, "You aren't playing fair Benji" he breathed
"You said you wanted to rile me up," he whispered, his foot moving painstakingly slow, "Now it's my turn."
Franco gulped his hands gripping the edge of the table, "I wanted to make you angry so you'd fuck me. I didn't plan to give you a boner at the dinner table".
"Oh, I will. Don't worry," he replied, his foot moving a little faster, "I'm just reminding you who's in charge first."
At that moment, he pressed his full foot against Franco's crotch and gently rocked it. "Trying to get me worked up so you get what you want... Bad boy, Franco," he reprimanded, still appearing just be simply eating his food.
Franco took another deep breath, as he tried to eat another bite, "Always in charge" he whispered as he ate. Franco gripped the table hard trying to stop the audible gasp leaving his lips, "I'll literally do whatever you want" he breathed, "Anything" he practically begged as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving the table.
"Well, it sounds like you finally learned how to beg, so I won't make you do that," he purred, going back to simply tracing Franco's length with his toes. "Apologize for being a bad boy--" he picked up the pace a bit-- "then I'll massage your little problem away and we can finish our date normally," he smirked, "minus your pants being a little sticky."
Franco nodded, "I'll still do anything" he whispered. He gulped and bit his lip, "I'm sorry I was bad" he breathed out, "I can't help it around you".
"You will later," Benji assured, starting to rock his full foot against Franco's crotch again. He gradually picked up the pace as he talked. "But we were having such a nice, wholesome date, and I wanna get back to that, so let's fix your little problem," he teased, rocking even faster.
Franco gripped the table even harder as he dropped his head to his chest and bit down on his lip as he felt himself cum in his pants. His cheeks flushed red from how quickly he'd been able to release, "Fuck Benji".
Benji smirked and took a bite of his food, finally setting his foot back down. "What do you say?"
Franco took a bite if this food and sip of his drink, "Thank you" he breathed out, his eyes looking down at his plate
~*~*~*~*~
Benji was about to go back to eat his food as normal when he noticed Franco looking down. "...Was it too much?" asked, his tone nervous.
Franco shook his head, "No it was just a first for me. I've never done anything in public like that".
Benji frowned. "I should've asked earlier. I'm sorry. I just... got worked up," he admitted. "I won't do it again."
Franco laughed, "I thought your were just showing me who is boss" he muttered taking another bite of food
Benji smiled, holding back a small laugh himself. "Fine. Maybe I was showing you who's boss because you succeeded in getting me worked up again..." he set down his fork to look at him. "Seriously though: if you never want me to do that again, tell me."
Franco smiled over at Benji, "Look, if I'd wanted you to stop I'd have told you too" he admitted, "But it was hot Benji"
"Good," Benji replied, a smile stuck on his face. "HaShem... You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"
Franco took another bite of his food and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't even try this time" he said, a cocky smirk on his face, "Hell what would you have done if I'd tried"
"We probably would've had to get the food to-go," he half-joked, picking at his food while he talked. "I'm having a great time."
Franco laughed a little and nodded, "Yeah well, this Definitely is not how I expected this evening to do" he smiled. He noticed, his hands were shaking, his cravings, although there weren't as strong as they normally were, "I'm having a good time too".
Benji couldn't help but smile, happy to hear Franco was getting something out of this too. "So," Benji started, taking another bite of his food before continuing. "We've had the serious stuff. We've had the--" he cleared his throat--"stuff. Now we have to talk about something fun! Tell me something about you that I wouldn't know. Like, for me, I speak three languages."
Franco smiled back and nodded, "It's crazy but for a moment there, you kind of made me forget" he admitted. He didn't know how it had happened but it had. He thought about the question, "Erm, not really that much to tell about me. You know I box. Maybe that I actually have a sister".
"You do?" Benji asked, legitimately curious. "How come I've never heard of her?" After a second, he batted the question away. "Wait no. I asked for something about you. I wanna hear something about you."
Franco nodded, "Yeah Isabella Del Rio" he smiled, "I don't talk about her cause I don't have contact with her". He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know Benji, I can't think of anything you don't know about me" he said, but it was lie, he could admit to the drugs here but he really didn't want to.
Benji squinted dramatically at Franco, unable to completely remove the smile from his face. "So you're telling me: I'm supposed to just leave this date without hearing one fun thing about you that I couldn't already guess?" He picked up his glass and playfully said, "Hmm. Guess this isn't going as well as I thought," before taking a large sip.
Franco sighed, "Erm,I don't know. Would it counts if I told you I used to be a sugar boy" he said turning his head away, embarrassed. He heard Benjis last words and couldn't stop the disappointment on his face, "I'm sorry".
Benji was about to comment on Franco's bombshell, but stopped short when he saw Franco's face. "Franc... I was teasing you," he clarified, setting his cup back down. "Don't apologize to me. I'm having a great time." With that out of the way, he turned his attention back to the bombshell at hand: "You used to be a sugar baby?! Why?"
Franco breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah sorry I just, didn't want to disappoint you" he smiled. He bit his lip and looked down at the table, his cheeks red with embarrassment, "I just liked being brought nice things and having sex every once in a while".
Benji bit his lip and played with the food on his plate, staying silent for a moment while he thought. After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied: "I could... do that for you. At least semi-nice things. But... not because I want a power dynamic. Just... because I like talking and spending time with you ...and doing other things with you. ...even if you rile me up," he added, his voice barely audible.
Franco smirked and shook his head, "That was a while back" he admitted, "I mean it was nice to have money and food and stuff but the kinky stuff he liked, the idea of it now freaks me out a little. I mean, I can cope with hands pining me down but everything else, after the kidnapping, I just can't".
Benji nodded, not taking his eyes off his plate of food. "I'll keep that in mind..." he said softly, wanting to at least acknowledge what Franco said. In an attempt to turn the conversation back to a more positive note, he smiled and said, "did you know there's a dating website to find sugar daddies now? It's called, like, 'A Sugar Daddy For Me dot com' or something... And that wasn't even the weirdest dating website I found."
Franco smiled and laughed, "I bet you signed up right away" he joked, "I'm lucky that I've not needed dating websites to hook up with people".
Benji smirked. "Yup. You know me so well." He shrugged slightly, "hookups are nice. And easy to find. The only time you'll need a dating app for more hookups is if you get bored with the guys you're already hooking up with."
Franco laughed, "I got you and I got Aaron Hummel, I'm not getting bored any time soon" he smiled, eating more of his food
"And don't forget that you're not done with me tonight yet," he whispered, giving a flirty smile.
Franco smiled and nodded, "Yeah, the night is still very young" he breathed. It was this moment he felt his hands start to shake again and he moved them back under his legs, "This food is good, been a while since I enjoyed a good meal".
Benji looked down at his meal, then back up at Franco. "I agree. I'm not huge on Italian food usually, but even I'll admit that this is particularly good." He lowered his voice slightly before continuing, "I'll bring you new tupperwares of food later tonight when I get back to campus, okay?"
Franco smiled and nodded, "I appreciate the food" he said, "It's been a long adjustment coming from a family with some money to having literally nothing".
Benji couldn't help but frown slightly; he had forgotten to check in with Franco around the time that the stash of food he brought him was supposed to run out and he felt guilty. How long have Franco been going hungry? "Whenever you need more, just call me, okay? You don't have to wait for me to remember."
Franco shrugged his shoulders, "It's not like I’ve starved Benji" he said, "I have the money to buy bread and things like that". He continued to eat and smiled, "This is just a massive rarity".
"Well..." he looked down at his plate, not really enough food left to use as something to play with as he thought. "...Maybe this could happen again?"
Franco finished his food and nodded, "I'm not really the dating kind of guy but, sure... I'd love to date you again".
