(Chad x Ben)

Ben's POV:
The rain sounds against the castle windows on a stormy Winter's night in Auradon. The Bayview window in which I sit in, knees tucked up to my chest and arms cradling my still body, overlook the entirety of Auradon. Darkness creeps over the shadowed rooms as everyone had gone to bed hours ago, leaving the few to sit and ponder during the bleak hours of midnight. Contrastingly, the Isle of the Lost shines in the distance. Bright, active and filled with adventure. Mal had told me that the people of the Isle are night people and can stay up for a long time without the need to be in bed by 8pm. This is how Auradon differs. Everyone by 10pm at least is tucked away in their cozy bedrooms, waiting for the next day to bring excitement. The Isle sees sleep as a time-waster, living every minute of their lives full of spontinuity. Maybe I should've been apart of the Isle, I think to myself as I look towards the grand clock at the edge of the living room, reading 2:14am. I wonder what Mal would be doing right now, turning my gaze back out the window towards the Isle. Mal… I pause and think, remembering all the good deeds she's done as my girlfriend and was soon to be Queen. She's the one that removed the barrier a couple of months ago and created the bridge joining our two worlds. Now it sits idle, untouched by either land, as if it were never there.

As I continue to stare out the window, listening to the thunder and watching the lightning strike the water, its light reflecting into the room and in turn reflecting me back off the window; short hair, rugged in my pyjama pants and t-shirt, staring aimlessly as if to discover a purpose. As the light fades, a pattern of faint footprints can be heard behind me and two arms reach round my back to interlock on my chest, holding me. Securing me.
"I can't sleep." I say quietly, as their head falls down next to mine, their long, middle parted hair brushing against my cheek. Them nibbling at my collarbone.

"Is it Mal again?" They ask and I reach my hand over to push their hair out of their face. Another lightning strike brightens the room and their face is illuminated as we connect. Their dirty blond hair looking perfectly styled, their rich hazel eyes glimmering off the night sky, and the warmth they emanate despite wearing only a t-shirt and boxer briefs.

"I'm just worried about her, Chad." I confirm as I pull his face closer and gently kiss his lips, assuring him.

So a little backstory time. When I proposed to Mal, we faced the hardships together. First Hades, then Uma and finally Audrey which resulted in Mal and her decree that the Isle and Auradon live in harmony, inviting all people to live together peacefully. This worked. For a while. After the excitement died down, both sides of the water ended up returning to where they belonged. Having the option to travel freely yet never feeling the need to. Mal was conflicted; staying on Auradon while her own people voluntarily wanted to stay on the Isle of the Lost defeated her whole purpose. It wasn't long until Mal, Evie and the others returned to the Isle for good. One day we're all friends and the next, I find an emotional, heartbreaking letter along with the engagement ring on her dresser. I've tried to visit them, contact them, send a car. No response. They all just prefer to stay up in that loft of theirs, pretending that their time spent at Auradon was inexistent.

One night while I was sitting on the side of my bed, confused, alone and distraught, I was approached by none other than Chad. After Audrey's little mishap, he sort of palmed her off and just like me, he was a single man living in a confused mental state.
While discussing both of our hardships with our respective women, I jokingly said "If only we could help eachother out" to try and lighten the mood. That's how it started. I looked to Chad and stared into his deep hazel eyes and we both had the same sense. Silence.

Chad, same determined look pushes onto my chest, knocking me down onto the bed. I scoot around to get more comfortable, laying complete face up with my head propped up on my pillows, eyeing Chad as he crawls on top of me. As we're face to face, staring deeply into one another, our silence is almost the approval we need to continue. Chad gently lowers and plants a kiss, testing the waters. With the silence growing ever so loudly, I reach my hand to the back of Chad's head and push him closer, our lips clashing together.
Making out with Chad is no different than Mal or Audrey. We're both bare faced and just as good from practice. The lust comes from Chad being a man. I've never made out with a man before, in fact, I've never done anything with a man before. I've sure seen a few things from the Tourney locker room. A couple guys helping each other out. It all started when Jay and Carlos came onto the scene. Man the people from the Isle of the Lost sure have more experience. In about a week almost every guy at Auradon Prep was getting a hand job from another- and some, if they were adventurous enough, would give head.
I was never so lucky, my quarters are separated from everyone else's. Plus, I had Mal.

As Chad continued to guide me through our make-out session, I couldn't help but get turned on more by the thought that I was about to rid my head of Mal with the help of Chad. I'm pretty sure I'm enjoying every bit of Chad's soft tender lips; given from my giant erection tenting in my pajama pants.
Chad doesn't notice...yet. We're too into each other's lips, not allowing any breathers. I start to explore, running my hands along the back of Chad, reaching down until I find the hem of his shirt. With a slight tug we stop kissing and Chad rises up, saddling himself on my crotch and rips his long tee and throws it on the ground. We stop for a moment so I can marvel at Chad's semi-defined torso in the moonlight. Just popping out his 6-pack. Not as defined or chiseled as Jay for example, but just as sexy. I lean forward and wrap my hands around Chad, beginning to suck on his chest. I jump from nipple to nipple, moistening them up and giving them a little pinch with my teeth. Chad moans painfully, but enjoying it.

Chad reaches over and grabs the back of my shirt, and eagerly brings it up around my head. Here we are both shirtless, taking in each definition of our torsos. In a sense, comparing. As I look up to Chad, wanting more, he reaches down and pulls me in for another hot minute of our lips and tongues fighting for dominance. Restless, I fling Chad off to my left laying next to be, never breaking away from our kiss. Now free, I begin to move lower and lower along Chad's 6-pack placing kisses in each definition. In seconds I'm down in front of his crotch. Chad's wearing loose shorts therefore his erection is in no way concealed. It's as if he's not even wearing boxers like me, I think to myself. Filled with lust, I don't even tease him and I go straight to the main course. I rip off his shorts and my suspicions are confirmed, Chad was not wearing boxers. His fully erect 7 inch cock flies out and whacks me in the cheek. I feel Chad shudder as his naked dick surrenders to the cool air. I grab ahold of the still swinging meat and pause, taking in it's glory. Drips of precum ooze out onto the tip which I use to spread over the full head, Without looking back, I take it in.

Chad's cock is warm, and just the contact of my mouth releases a large 'fuckkkk' from Chad up ahead. I bob, up and down just like I've seen Mal do hundreds of times. I manage to take the full thing into my mouth and hit the base with ease. As I pull out to breath, large blobs of spit fall out of my mouth and cover Chad's member. I didn't expect so much saliva, I think as I mop up my saliva and saturate the entirety of Chad. Chad, keen for more pushes my head back down and I feel more precum leak out the back of my mouth. For a few minutes I bob up and down, occasionally smacking his dick against my lips and licking either side. With one hand on the member, the other reaches down to his balls, juggling them. His balls I actually like more than his cock, it arouses me to feel one socket swirl around my mouth as I hop from left to right, even sometimes putting them both in my mouth and sucking hard. This erupts Chad, and his moans and breaths quicken.
With one last deepthroat of Chad's throbbing member, I release and push Chad up to reveal his exposed, tight hole. With one open of my mouth, gulps of salvia drip out and land directly into Chad, his hole pulsing at the sensation. Lubing up his anus, I stick my forefinger deep into Chad with hearing him explode making me go faster. I push in and out, inserting all up to three fingers, scissoring his hole.
"Fuckkkk Ben that feels so amazing" Chad exclaims, clenching his eyes shut and loving pure experience.

Without Chad opening his eyes, I pull out and stand on the bed. I quickly pull down my pants and briefs and witness my 10 inch cock bounce in the air. With little saliva I have left, I spit straight down onto my cock to lube it up as I position myself at Chad's hole. Then, just as Chad opens his eyes, I plunge in, not looking back.
Chad screams in pleasure, as my 10 inch hits right through him to his prostate. We're both wet down there which makes it super easy to pump back and forth, hearing Chad moan and moan at how good it feels. Chad reaches up to pull me in for a long kiss while I pound him. As I pull away, I admire Chad in all his glory; spread eagle, erect cock pulsating with every push I give, his abdomen glistening with sweat, and his chiseled jaw, hazel eyes, and the expression of pain and pleasure.
Chad is so hot, I state to myself, absolutely turned on at the sight of him. I can't even think of Mal anymore during a time like this.

Just as I noticed Chad's cock leaking more and more precum, he pulled out and swung around so that his feet rest against the wall and his face fits right under my open cock. As Chad starts to suck from underneath, the warmth and flexibility of his mouth make me tense, and in just seconds I collapse onto Chad, choking him with my dick still in his mouth as my salty semen releases deep down his throat.
Chad must be unfazed because he begins to stroke his own dick, shooting stream after stream of his own cum right onto my face. Some lands in my mouth, delicious, whereas others lands on my face and sticking in my hair. I finish my cleaning up his dick with my mouth, savouring the last of the salty liquid.
We lay there, 69-ing, recovering of what had just occurred until I decide to turn over and let my now flaccid cock flop out of Chad's mouth. We both regain ourselves as strands of cum ooze out of Chad.
"Fuck that felt good!" I exclaim. Before giving Chad anytime to response, I rotate, reach his face and lick up my own cum sticking to his cheek. We then share one last, cum filled passionate kiss before we rest for the night.

So that's how it happened. Chad and I have been helping each other out for a while. We don't always have sex but every night one of us makes it into the others bed to spoon.

"Worried about her?" Chad questions, in the present day. "Perhaps I can change that." He alludes, pulling me from the bay window and back into the bedroom. I can already feel my cock growing.