Chapter 3: Liquid Courage
Summary:
With the help of Amsterdam's finest and a willing Poe, Ben wins the bet.
[excerpt]:
Sat, 9/17/16
I win tonight 10:26 PM
...Yeah? Bring proof 10:32 PM
What kind? 10:32 PM
...NMP. U figure it out 10:37 PM
...Sun, 9/18/16
...U get it yet? 12:34 AM
Yeah 12:37 AM"
~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~
September 24, 2016
Normally, Ben avoided driving onto the bridge and tunnels and out of Manhattan for a destination in the outer boroughs, but any party hosted by Fabian Van der Kolk warranted an exception to the rule. Fabian was three years older and a scion of New York society; the perennial cool kid whose lavish parties and legendary exploits made him a favorite among the gossipmongers of Page Six. Fabulously wealthy and a living embodiment of an idealized American aesthetic, he wore his masculine beauty with an insouciant pride. People naturally gravitated towards him-bluebloods, hipsters, and slacktivists alike-and when an invitation from Fabian went out, people came.
Ben spotted Phasma immediately. The bass pounded and slid deep into his chest as he cut through the throngs of the young and beautiful, their scantily clad bodies pressing up against him as they writhed to the beat.
"Hey!" Ben shouted, grabbing her arm as he leaned in for a kiss. He leaned back, letting out a low whistle.
"Shit, Phasma, you look incredible."
"Thanks, Solo," she grinned. Her eyes were already dilated, and she was teetering a bit precariously on her five-inch Vivier heels. She tousled the fringe of Ben's hair, her hand brushing against the nape of his neck.
"You're looking pretty hot, yourself," she added, purring as she rested her hand against his chest. Ben's shirt was just on this side of being too tight, and the cut was doing wonders for the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his pecs.
"Are you planning on drinking?" she asked.
Ben smirked. "Perhaps. Why, you have something better for me?"
Phasma bent down her head in response as she opened up her minaudiere and placed a vial in Ben's palm. The liquid inside it was clear, reflecting the changing colors of the overhead LED lights.
Ben raised an eyebrow. "From Snoke?"
Phasma snorted. "Of course! With all the tainted batches out there, I wouldn't think of buying from anyone else." She sighed, leaning closer, her hardened nipples grazing his chest. "That should be good for at least four or five hits. You up for getting together later?" She pressed against him suggestively.
Ben shook his head, with a bit of regret. Phasma was usually not this blatantly eager, and a fuck with her always left him feeling immensely satisfied and pleasurably sore.
"Sorry Phasma, not tonight. I'm looking to have some fun with a particular redhead instead."
Phasma pouted prettily. "You know Hux doesn't do this stuff, right?"
Ben nodded. Hux drank and Hux smoked, but his indulgences always came factory packaged and adorned with a commercial label. He never did bags or vials, no matter how supposedly good or pure, because not only did he not trust someone to slip him something that could land him half-dead in the middle of the street, but he could never trust himself to lose that much control.
"Not that kind of fun," Ben clarified.
"Well I'd hate to break it to you, but you'd better hurry then," Phasma said, her smile brightening as she spied a potential conquest on the other side of the room. She inclined her head to the right. "Looks like you have some competition."
Ben turned. Hux was dancing with Fabian, their bodies undulating with a feral grace. Ben flushed as things slowed to a time-warped slurry, Hux's expression gradually turning half-lidded and slack with pleasure as he arched into the other boy's embrace.
No. Hux was supposed to be his tonight. It should be Ben-Ben's hands gripping the sides of Hux's narrowed hips, Ben's mouth sucking at the curve of Hux's exposed neck, and Ben's crotch grinding against the length of Hux's straining prick.
Ben's heart raced and his body thrummed as he imagined himself thrusting in between those softly parted lips.
His hands shook and his cock ached as the haloed lights grew more intense all around. He sipped from the vial and waited for his world to tilt, shivering slightly as he savored the salty promise of things to come.
~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~
September 17, 2016
They lay side by side, squished together in the confines of Poe's full-sized mattress, languid and high.
"Mmmm, am still hungry, hand it over," Ben said. He leaned across, grabbing at the nearly empty sleeve of cookies that Poe was holding hostage over the edge of the bed.
Poe laughed playfully. "You've already eaten almost all of it." He shook the plastic wrap teasingly, the broken sweet remains rattling around the one lone survivor. "Is it my fault you're so greedy with everything?" Poe sighed reproachfully, glancing at the remainder of his California AK-47, which now sat in the sodden ends of the stubbed out joint.
Ben swiped at his arm, causing the sleeve to jump and its contents to spill out over Poe's chest. They both dove in for the last cookie, Poe winning and popping it in his mouth.
"Not so fast," Ben said, his eyes dancing wickedly as he slanted his lips over Poe's.
It started out gentle, soft and sweet. Poe's breath came out in vanilla-scented huffs as Ben grew more insistent, his tongue licking the sugary corners of Poe's mouth before working its way inside. The air was filled with the smell of lingering ganja and the sounds of their sloppy licks, as Ben tugged impatiently at the hem of Poe's shirt to reach the heated skin underneath.
Poe's eyes widened. His dark curls were plastered against his face, and a sheen of sweat appeared above his upper lip. His face read like an open book, flushed with his unquestionable desire.
"Ben." His name came out with a croak.
"Are you sure your parents are going to be out for awhile?" Ben asked, nipping at his neck.
Poe's eyes were already half-lidded. "Yeah...they're at some departmental fundraiser. They won't be back for hours." He reached out shakily. "Please, Ben, I want you, I've wanted this for so long..."
They pulled off their shirts as Ben pushed up against Poe, reveling in the weight of his body against Poe's bared chest. It took a simple roll of Ben's hips to get Poe's cock to fully stiffen, its velvety length flushed hard against the teeth and denim of his jeans.
"Need you. Please," Poe begged.
Ben knew exactly what Poe needed, even though Poe's inexperience and self-consciousness would not allow him to verbalize what his body was so willingly expressing. Ben's fingers worked the fastenings of Poe's pants hastily as he slid his hand behind the waistband and fisted the swollen cock underneath.
Poe tilted his hips up instantly, seeking friction against Ben's hand.
"God, Ben! I want-" He stopped, biting his lip, canting his hips once more.
Ben leaned down, his breath hot against the shell of Poe's ear. Poe's cock twitched in his grasp.
"What do you want, Poe?"
"I want-I want you to..." Poe swallowed, squeezing his eyes.
"Yes, Poe?" Ben kept his voice low, a controlled, sensual drawl.
"Oh God, I want you to get me off. I want you to make me come. Please," he begged, whimpering.
"And how do you want me to do that?" he asked as he removed Poe's jeans.
Poe didn't answer as Ben began to stroke. Poe's shaft lengthened and swelled in response, and Ben's grip growing firmer and faster as Poe let out several throaty gasps.
"Do you want me to jerk you off?" Ben teased as he slid down Poe's naked body, resting in between his legs. He nuzzled area between Poe's thighs as Poe tried to angle himself towards Ben's mouth.
"Or perhaps you want me to suck you off?" The tip of his tongue darted out, tasting the pearly drop of precome which had collected in the slit of Poe's cock. He teased and licked his way around the head, kissing and licking it gently until he gave in and took Poe fully into the warmth of his mouth.
"Fuck!" Poe cried. He bucked into Ben, trying to drive himself deeper into that filthy mouth, his hands fisting Ben's hair.
Poe couldn't help the whine of disappointment that escaped as Ben released him after a few more expert sucks.
Poe watched helplessly as Ben proceeded to place two of his fingers into his mouth. He rested them against the wideness of his lips, already so swollen and wet, laving them with his spit before sucking them down between his teeth.
"Turn around for me, Poe," he ordered. "On your hands and knees."
Poe hesitated, glancing down at the huge line pushing at the front of Ben's jeans.
Ben licked his fingers suggestively, brushing them against the space between Poe's cheeks. "Let me make you feel good," he crooned.
Poe turned over slowly, his body tense in anticipation. Ben massaged his buttocks, kneading the flesh as he pulled them apart, his fingers trailing a line of spit along Poe's perineum before coming to a rest against his pink and puckered hole.
Ben draped his body over Poe, his mouth grazing the line of his neck, his tongue sucking the skin above Poe's visibly bounding pulse. He resumed stroking Poe's turgid shaft with one hand, while the other pressed against and circled around Poe's tight and virginal ring. Poe's breathing grew erratic as he pushed back against Ben's hand, his hips tilting up, trying to draw Ben in.
"Lube," Poe managed "Top drawer."
Ben leaned over, failing to hide his grin. The bottle weighed heavy in his hand, used but nearly three-quarters full. He slathered his fingers with the viscous gel, returning to the space between Poe's cheeks as he rested a digit against the softly furled hole.
Poe's breath hitched at the near-intrusion, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"Have you done this before?" Ben asked, pushing gently.
"No. Well, yes, I mean just a couple of times, by myself," Poe added, blushing furiously. "Never with anyone else."
"And do you want to do it? With someone else?" Ben's voice lowered into a throaty growl. "Do you want someone else's fingers up your ass, slowly fucking you open?"
"God, yes. I want it. I want your fingers, I want to feel them inside me, I want to feel you fucking me with them right now." Poe was beginning to babble, his tongue loosened by the weed as well as the though of Ben's strong hands hitting an area he was never able to reach on his own.
Poe's mouth opened at the sweet pressure as Ben obliged, slowly working his hole. He scissored that ring of muscle and Poe's tight sheath, until he was eventually three fingers in and two knuckles deep. Ben stared at the sight as he fucked Poe with a steady hand, his fingers slicking in and out of that warm channel, the lube spilling obscenely from the edge of Poe's puffy hole. Ben's cock was achingly hard, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be rutting into Poe's ass, where his fingers were currently buried so deep.
He removed his hand. Poe's face squirmed at the obscene, sucking sound, wincing at the sudden emptiness which accompanied their release. Ben pulled down his jeans and whipped out his cock, hastily coating it with lube before placing it in the valley Poe's muscular globes. Poe clenched and flexed, and Ben let out a groan as he slid up and down that well-lubricated cleft.
Poe wriggled, his hand flying to his prick. He thrust back as he pumped into his fist, the sensation of Ben's pistoning cock against his sensitive skin both overwhelming and yet not enough. He looked back, pupils blown, his lips dry as he pleaded.
"Please, please, please.."
"Please what?" Ben rolled his hips as he gave another thrust.
"You're doing so well, Poe. How do you want to come? Do you want me to fuck you between your thighs, or like this? Do you want to feel my come dripping out from between your cheeks?"
"Fuck me, Ben. I want you to fuck me in the ass, fuck me for real, please," Poe finally cried.
Ben always loved that feeling as he first entered-that incredible tightness, that silky warmth as it surrounded his dick. He watched Poe still from the initial burn, followed by the eventual relaxation as the pain of intrusion morphed into something more sweet.
Poe began to wriggle and Ben moved, his cock slick and reddened as it slid in and out of Poe's tight heat. He could feel Poe's rising excitement as his hips slammed back, his leaking cock jutting forward into the air every time Ben plowed deep.
Poe's entire body strained, his muscles pulling taut as if chasing something just beyond his reach.
"Fuck Ben! I'm so close, I need to come, fuckfuck!"
The words tumbled out of Poe's lips, a torrent of sound which echoed the roar in his head. Ben thrust into him repeatedly, their bodies slick with sweat, their movements stuttered and uncontrolled. He leaned forward, sliding his tongue along the angle of Poe's jaw as he groaned into his ear.
"Come for me, Poe."
Ben reached down, giving Poe's desperate cock two quick strokes. Poe's stiffened and let out a throaty cry, his body shuddering as he spurt, his come coating Ben's hand. Ben quickly followed as Poe clenched around him, his cock pumping into Poe's ass and filling him with his warm and sticky mess.
Ben slowed as his orgasm faded, his softening prick sliding readily as he rutted slowly against Poe's well-fucked hole. He grunted happily when he finally pulled out, flopping onto his back with a satisfied grin.
Poe looked up, the remnants of their sex still seeping out between his thighs.
"Thank you," he whispered, pulling Ben towards him for a kiss.
Ben didn't reply, drawing Poe against him instead. Poe curled up onto his side, his head resting sleepily on Ben's bare chest. His lids grew heavy as his breathing steadied, Ben's heart beating softly into his ear.
The stillness was broken half an hour later by Poe's gentle snoring and a buzzing light. Ben sat up, gently extricating his arm as he read Hux's incoming text.
Sat, 9/17/16
I win tonight 10:26 PM
Yeah? Bring proof 10:32 PM
What kind? 10:32 PM
NMP. U figure it out 10:37 PM
Sun, 9/18/16
U get it yet? 12:34 AM
Ben moved towards the edge of the bed and aimed his phone over Poe's naked and slumbering form. His fingers remained remarkably steady as he took a deep breath and clicked.
Yeah. 12:37 AM
~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~~O~
September 24, 2016
Hux stared at Ben, his green eyes narrowed and with a look of abject disapproval on his face as he took in Ben's blown pupils and sweaty brow.
Ben took a deep breath as he tried to return Hux's gaze, his eyes going slightly wide then becoming fuzzed together.
It was cooler and quieter here, away from the maddening crowd. Hux remained calm and collected, despite the fact that he was practically dragged into a now-locked room, his back pressed up against the wall.
"Hux," Ben grated, his eyes finally locking on Hux's pale visage.
"Benjamin." Hux drawled. "I've been busy chatting up Fabian for the last 20 minutes, and you've managed to destroy all my efforts in less than one."
"Doesn't look like you were busy doing any 'chatting,' Armitage," Ben growled in response.
Those green eyes narrowed further. "What's it to you, anyway?"
"You owe me, Hux. And I want to collect. Tonight."
Hux sighed, as if dealing with a recalcitrant child.
"You didn't carry me off like a Neanderthal because of Dameron, did you? It's completely rude."
"You owe me," Ben repeated stubbornly. "I did my part. I fucked Poe, I won. I even got you the proof."
"Yes, well. It was quite the eyeful, I must say. Although your composition could use some work."
Ben looked at him angrily. "Well, I'm glad to hear you got such a good look. Hope you committed it to memory, 'cause I deleted it."
Hux scoffed. "Nothing is irretrievable, Ben. And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, while you were at it."
"I'll tell you what I'd enjoy more. Get down on your knees and put that mouth to better use."
Hux leaned in closely, so close that Ben could make out the gin and vermouth laced with a hint of Angostura orange on his breath.
"I think I like you like this, Benjamin." he said, moving forward as he pushed Ben's back against the sink. "So angry and prickly. So domineering. And yet so very, very…needy."
His hand dipped down and brushed over the front of Ben's crotch. Ben swallowed as his cock filled and pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. He let out a moan as his hips tilted forward to chase Hux's touch.
Hux laughed. "You're such a slut for it, aren't you?"
Ben moaned again at the truth of Hux's words, the anticipation of what's to come sizzling like a struck matchead right before it bursts into a hot flame.
Ben's hands flew impatiently, tugging his zipper down.
"Suck it," he said, pulling out his cock, grasping it by its half-hard base.
Hux's pale brows arched, raised so high that they were nearly hidden beneath the fringe of his well-coiffed hair.
"Eloquent as usual, Solo," he smirked, his lips nearly touching Ben's before he dropped to his knees.
Hux stared at Ben's cock, his warm breath hot against its twitching head. Ben watched mesmerized as Hux's pink tongue darted out, licking and flattening along the underside of the shaft. Ben's cock swelled and purpled in response.
"Stop teasing. Put it in," Ben ordered petulantly.
Hux rolled his eyes, taking Ben's hard length deep inside his mouth as he dragged it against his tongue. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, his hair glinting a reddish-gold under the lights, his head bobbing expertly in between Ben's thighs.
Ben ran fingers through the silky strands, the colors shifting as they slipped through his grasp. Hux glanced up, his emerald eyes hooded, his lips stretched and reddened as they worked their way up and down Ben's shaft.
Oh my God. Ben could come from watching Hux, how those wet lips were wrapped and stretched around Ben's thick prick. He fantasized about pulling out and shooting his spunk all over Hux's pale skin, breaking Hux of his cool expression as he painted those lovely, swollen lips.
Ben rolled his hips. He arched back, reveling in the obscenely wet sounds emanating from Hux's mouth; the incredible tightness surrounding his cock, and the dribble of saliva every time he hit the back of Hux's throat.
"Fuck, Hux," he rasped, his voice low and rough. Ben's eyes were nearly black, rimmed in a tawny gold. His heart was hammering against his ribs, his body strung out and taut, straining against the echoing sounds and the incandescent lights which blinded him as he pounded Hux's face.
"OhmyGod, fuuuuck!" Ben steadied himself against Hux's head, holding himself deep, his eyes rolling as he started to come.
He was floating-the last spurts wrung out from his softening prick, spilling into Hux's warm and swollen mouth as his vision slowly recovered from its whitened haze. Hux stood, quickly wiping the front of his jeans, his tongue licking the last traces of his come from his lips. He reached up, his delicate fingers carding his hair and brushing each wayward strand back into place.
Ben felt the disappointment crashing in on his high. He grimaced as he tucked in his flaccid cock.
"Well, then," Hux said turning, his hand reaching for the door.
Ben's anger swelled as he grabbed Hux's outstretched arm.
"What's your rush?" Ben used his height and strength advantage to turn Hux around and pin him against the door.
Hux looked at Ben coolly, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Ben's shoulders sagged. This wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't how this night was supposed to end. What he wanted was to wipe that calm look off of Hux's face. He wanted Hux panting and moaning underneath his mouth and his hands. He wanted that red hair mussed, that pale skin flushed, and that supercilious demeanor wrecked until those tightly pressed lips fell open and Hux was begging like a whore.
Ben lowered his mouth-his hair tickling the side of Hux's cheek, his teeth nipping furiously at the line of his pale throat. Hux shifted quietly, his breath deepening as Ben reached down to cup his crotch.
Ben inhaled, the spiciness of Hux's scent soaring over the bleachy sharpness of the bathroom tiles and the heady, musky notes of his growing arousal. The faucet dripped, the thick droplets beating a steady rhythm to Ben's angry grunts and Hux's silent sighs. He tore at Hux's jeans, rucking them around his thighs, grasping his perfect prick and holding its glorious weight in his hand.
Hux's eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Ben lowered himself to his knees, taking Hux's cock in his mouth. He moaned in delight as he tasted that salty, smooth flesh for the first time, reddened and hot and raw. Hux let out a gasp; he moved his hips, thrusting himself deeper as he worked his way to the back of Ben's throat. Ben gagged and choked, trying to hold his breath steady around Hux's length as the fullness filled that space behind his eyes.
There was a quickening of Hux's breath, his insolence replaced by a lust and possessiveness as he gazed down at Ben. He reached out slowly, his thumb stroking gently, tracing the upward turn of his cheek. Ben moaned at the gesture and leaned into his touch; the sound vibrated deeply around Hux's cock and he thrust, unable to keep his hips from pistoning as he gripped Ben's head, holding him down. The walls echoed with Ben's wet, sucking noises and Hux's stifled moans, and Hux's lids fluttered shut as he shuddered and came.
"Ben." Hux's voice was hoarse and breathless as he finally unraveled, the lone word hovering in the air. Ben stood triumphantly upon hearing the sound. He leaned forward, cupping Hux's jaw as he tasted his mouth, rejoicing in the redhead's honey-sweet lips while ignoring the ghost of the orange bitters that coated his tongue.