Ben Solo's despise for the media and the press was public knowledge, he himself had admitted in several interviews that he disliked crowds, that they overwhelmed him, no matter how much his agents insisted, he only attended a few shows during promotions and preferably alone or with one or two of his co-stars.

That's why the presence of the renowned actor at the most important film festival in the country was strange, to say the least. It wasn't the first time he attended, but it was surprising that every year he seemed to stay there longer and longer. No one understood how or why, because his face only reflected discomfort and his eyes seemed to cry out for help.

This year Ben endured the whole evening, he hadn't stopped shifting uncomfortably in his seat, shaking his leg and looking at his huge watch every few minutes wishing the festival was over once and for all, but he remained seated until the last prize was awarded and when the final agonizing applause died, he stood up as if his seat was on fire and said a hurried goodbye to his colleagues, hurrying backstage as if being there for a single second longer would kill him.

Only Ben knew how much truth there was to that statement as he awkwardly dodged the personnel that stood in his way.

Once there he slammed the door shut and let himself fall back against it, throwing his head back and breathing as deeply as he could.

"It only took you four minutes to get here, are you trying to break a record?"

When he opened his eyes he found his PA on the other side of the room, finishing sorting through the numerous boxes and bags that had been brought there to prepare him. He stared at her, lost in her figure, in the gracefulness with which she organized everything and moved around the mess the stylists had left behind. That sight didn't help and the trembling in his legs urged him to respond.

"I need to go home."

"As soon as I'm done getting your things I'll call-"

"No, Rey. I need to go home. Now."

That made her stop and turn to him, worry washing over her face as she looked at him carefully, tired and flustered against the door.

"That bad?"

"Yes."

She nodded as she looked in all directions, the same way she used to do it when she tried to put order in her head and find a solution. Ben felt so safe under her care. Always under control.

"Okay, make yourself comfortable while I call the car."

It didn't take that long, pushing a couple of buttons and grabbing his suitcase, but by the time she finished, Ben was already lying on the table with his pants around his ankles. Rey couldn't help but chuckle, Ben didn't care, the only thing that mattered was Rey's hands stroking him from balls to ass.

"My poor boy, having to go through that hell of a gala while I was here touching myself watching you through that little screen."

"Fuck, Rey, please."

His plea turned into a moan as Rey's slim fingers gripped the handle of the plug and began to tug it gently. She watched in fascination, as his asshole twitched with each twist that reached the outside.

"I told you it was too much, I should have made you use the regular."

"No. No, it was good, everything was going great until..." his words died in a whisper when the plug was completely out.

"Until...?"

"Until I sat down. The shape of the chair... I don't know how but, no matter how I sat, it pushed it deeper."

"Well, you don't have to worry. I've got you, babe."

He noticed how she leaned over him on tiptoe to reach up to place a wet kiss on his neck, making him shiver, but it all rushed into spasm as Rey's small hand gently wrapped around the tip of his cock. He was so hard it was almost painful, to have held out until he reached her, seemed impossible now.

"You've done so well, Ben. You managed to wait until the last prize like I asked you to do, you even talked to your team instead of pouting all evening. I'm so proud." it was driving him crazy, Rey's sweet compliments filling the gap between his moans and her saliva covered fingers teasing the entrance to his ass. "Be quiet, we don't want the press to find out how much you love getting fucked by your PA."

"Fuck... Rey."

She was caressing his dick, moving her hand slowly up and down and Ben had no doubt that this woman was going to kill him. Least of all that he would be eternally grateful if she did.

"You looked so good up there, everyone wanted to take a picture, all these pretty actresses trying to catch your attention, the way you blushed when they touched you."

One finger went inside, massaging the walls to make room for the second, to reach deeper.

"Were you thinking about me? About what I was going to do to you if you behaved?"

"Yes, always. Always you. Rey, please, I need…"

"Since you're begging so sweetly…"

She slipped the second finger in effortlessly and when both tips reached his prostate Ben had to bite down on his fist to hold back the grunt. She had asked him to be quiet and he didn't want to disappoint her. He couldn't, not when he was so close to the edge.

"Rey… fuck…"

"It's ok, babe, let go."

It only took her gentle command and a couple of strokes on his prostate to cum in her hand. One of the corners of the table was digging into his belly and if he bit harder on his knuckles he would end up bleeding, but Rey's gentle hand collecting his come and her fingers sliding out of him managed to distract him just enough, making him dizzy in a cloud of pleasure.

Rey stared at him as she licked her hand clean. His whole body relaxed, eyes closed. If he had looked handsome up there, with his perfectly ironed suit and flashing lights, now, all wrecked and done over the table, he looked gorgeous.

As she leaned to grab the crumpled fabric at his feet, she was grateful she had managed to convince him to go without underwear, because now she could wait until the last moment to give him a nibble on his butt-cheek before she finished pulling up his pants.

If he hadn't cum so hard, Ben would have gotten hard again.

She stood next to him and brushed his hair away from his face. The way she looked at him, with that smile that melted his heart... He was sure he died every time she touched him because someone like her could only be found in heaven.

"You did great, Ben... You knew I was here, that I would have fucked you anyway, but you held out because I asked you to. It makes me happy."

"I would do anything you asked me to do."

His voice was broken, hoarse, but full of satisfaction.

"I know..." Her gaze was lost for a moment, between thoughts and words and the moles that covered his face. Before she could say anything else her cell phone beeped with a message. "Our chauffeur is here."

"Rey..."

By the time Ben managed to straighten up, Rey already had half of her body outside of the room, and almost as if she had noticed the mute plea he held on her nome, she turned to look at him before closing the door.

"If you're nice to the press you meet along the way, I'll let you eat me out in the car."

Ben sighed as he watched her go and tried to fix his looks to get out there. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to hear those words, not as long as Rey kept offering him excuses to convince her to stay a little longer: as his assistant, on set, or in his bed. Not as long as her presence at his side made it clear that she felt it too.

She just had to say it. And he would go to a hundred festivals.

¿No estaré yo subiendo/dejando en FF los fics que he eliminado y no quiero recordar porque así nadie me puede acusar realmente de destruir el contenido y, total, esto es como un desván lleno de polvo? (Sí)

Blah blah este fic nació porque la gente estaba muy pesada con Adam Driver en Twitter cuando fue el festival de Cannes blah blah estaba publicado en mi perfil de Ao3 blah blah ahora ya no está blah blah esto no está beteado in english porque me da vergüenza pedir ayuda blah blah no sé hablar inglés, denunciadme al diccionario de Oxford blah blah.