A/N: Why howdy there, glad to see you reading this story! I don't really know where this idea came from really, it just popped out of nowhere and I thought, 'why the hell not' and made this. Yes, it involves two men getting frisky in a semi-public place- if this concept grosses you out, the backwards button is located to the upper left of your screen. Please feel free to click it any time :D.
At first the samurai was purposely ignorant of Ben's insinuations in public; Jack's disregard of Ben stroking his knee under the table at a meeting or kissing his neck in the corner of a crowded plaza while they held hands was just to name a few. But Ben wanted this to happen and he knew it would happen sooner or later – his boyfriend was just a tough case to crack. The final step in Ben's plan became blatant with the teen finally asking Jack upfront if he wanted to have sex in public. Jack was, of course, startled by this forthright question and it took a moment for him to respond. "Certainly not," the samurai stated, following with, "private matters should be dealt with in private places." Ben wasn't pleased with this outcome.
Now they were hanging out in the Powerpuff Girl residence, where a few of the Fusion members were having a get-together – if only to escape the war for a bit. Strange place for a fling, Ben thought to himself, but it would have to do. The setting was casual, the lighting low with music playing on the radio in the next room. Ben and Jack sat on a loveseat nestled in the corner where they watched people walk in and out of the area, stopping every now and then to tease them or make small talk. Everyone knew they were an item by now: even Princess had to conclude that Ben was not going to be with her after she gave them several heated glances in public. Both Jack and Ben suddenly heard a light commotion downstairs, and moments later Gwen walked opened the door.
"Hey, we're playing some games downstairs. You lovebirds care to join us?" Jack's response was a shrug and Ben said, "We might join you later."
"Whatever suits you," Gwen said, but before pulling the door closed she shot Jack a look. "Don't go too far with my cousin; he might not be able to handle it." Then she shut the door with a giggle as Ben grabbed a pillow and threw it in the door's general direction. Jack gave a low chuckle as Gwen's muffled voice said something inaudible to the group downstairs. There was nobody upstairs now save for them. Now that Ben had his boyfriend all to himself, he decided to spring his plan into action.
"Jacky," Ben crooned as he wrapped an arm around Jack's waist, pressing himself against the silky material of the older man's gi. This was one of Ben's favorite places to be, safe in the embrace of Jack's strong arms. He always loved the way the samurai smelled – clean and musky, like rain. Whenever they departed from each other, Jack's scent would linger on Ben's clothing. Ben wondered if Jack could smell the teen on his clothing as well, and if he enjoyed it as much as Ben did. The teen smirked at Jack and the samurai blinked at him innocently.
"Don't tell me you've never thought of dragging me into the bathroom after a meeting to rip my clothes off and take me in a stall. I can tell by the look on your face when you read the messages I send you that-"
Jack shot back, "Those messages are far too risky to send in a meeting! They could be easily intercepted and read by another, and that would be very embarrassing for the both of us. " Ben pouted a bit, but he refused to move out of Jack's embrace for fear of starting over again. The teen knew the boundaries that Jack withheld in terms of public affection, and going this far was an achievement: he was already sitting in Jack's lap.
"You didn't like the messages I sent you?" After he said this, Ben tried to read the expression on Jack's face, but the room wasn't lit very well, making it difficult. However, he felt Jack became noticeably warmer as the older man responded with, "I never said that." Ben smiled at this small achievement; so he did make Jack hot and bothered with his racy texts. He nuzzled closer, pressing his nose against his boyfriend's collarbone, inebriating himself with Jack's wonderful scent. He whispered, "If you want, we can try one of those positions I've been texting you about in that closet over there." He indicated said closet by nodding at it.
He felt the movement of Jack's throat as the samurai swallowed slightly, nervously. The music station that Blossom set on the radio in the next room switched to a softer song, a romantic one. When Jack refused to say anything, Ben pecked the side of his mouth in a chaste kiss before giving small kisses down his jaw line, stopping at the neck; waiting. "I…do not think that would be a good idea," Jack finally stated, but Ben could sense his inner turmoil. They've done it many times before, but always in the privacy of a bedroom, never in a place where they could easily be caught.
Ben was suddenly fed up with his boyfriend's cautious ways, and he showed it by shifting himself to where he was straddling the warrior's lap, hands clasped on the other man's shoulders. Jack's surprise at this filled the teen with nervous glee as one of his hands came up to trace a single digit over the older man's lips.
"We can do it here too, you know." The words came smoothly past Ben's lips, as if they were waiting for this moment. And Ben had been waiting for this; now all he needed to do was bring Jack to his breaking point, the moment of truth. Jack's lips were tight, his eyes dark as they sparked with inner conflict, trying to decide whether or not to give in to the younger man's wishes.
Ben shifted on Jack's lap and the warrior growled, a deep, guttural sound that reverberated throughout Ben's entire body, filling the teen with giddy arousal. Ben became hard and he knew Jack could feel his denim-clad erection, hot and ready against his own crotch. The music drawled from the next room and Ben could just make out the words of it: 'Let me take you to a place nice and quiet…there ain't no one there to interrupt, ain't gotta rush…'
The irony of the song in this situation was rather hilarious to Ben, but he wasn't really planning to rush it anyway. Jack almost lost it when Ben leaned toward him and moved those soft, smooth lips slowly against his own - incredible patience on Ben's behalf despite the barely controlled desire that lay beneath it, thinly veiled. One of Ben's roaming hands found its way to Jack's obi while they made out, playing with the silken sash between his fingers before skillfully undoing it and dropping it to the side of the couch.
One down and more to go, Ben thought as his hand slipped underneath Jack's yukata to place his hand against the hard, muscled chest. Ben had familiarized himself with Jack's body many times before, but it always felt like the first time whenever they unclothed each other; that's what Ben always loved about Jack - the shy excitement that resided in the heated touches they gave to each other beneath the sheets. Jack had never been as shy about it as Ben was, and his broader experience in sex was a definite plus to the less sophisticated teen.
Jack growled again when Ben grinded against his hard-on, the delicious friction driving him quickly to the point of submission. He knew that once he went on with it, there was no turning back – Ben was making this hard on him, both figuratively and literally. The samurai wanted to feel more of Ben, wanted to hear him gasp and groan underneath him; he suddenly didn't give a damn where they were at the moment. But just to make sure of it one more time, Jack managed to hold Ben away from him long enough to whisper, "They might hear us."
Ben's eyes searched him fixedly before he replied with a smirk, "Let's see how long we can get away with it, then."
Over the soft music a yelp could be heard as Jack pulled Ben underneath him and began to rip off his clothes.
A/N: AAAAH YEAH, turn on some Marvin Gaye! No cigarettes to pull out yet though, unless you want more. ;D And btw, if you're wondering what song those lyrics belong to, it's Usher's 'Nice and Slow.' Sexy as hell song, look it up if you haven't heard it already. SHALL I CONTINUE WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER INVOLVING GAY SECKSY SECKS? It's all up to you! Or I might just do the next chapter anyway because I'm making this for my entertainment as well. :D