Chapter 5 – A Different Sort of Role

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He dried Jay off in careful movements, something that left the other teen hopelessly embarrassed. Which was just the tip of the iceberg, and hopefully Jay would be able to hold himself together for the rest of the evening. Ben took his hand and guided the Agraben naked back into the bedroom, Jay sending their clothes flustered looks before following after Ben, doing his damnedest not to look the king over even though it was obvious he wanted to.

Baby steps – they'd get there in time.

"Here," Ben said, rummaging through Mal's drawers and seeking out a pair of sheer, purple panties she'd acquired in her efforts to kick his libido into gear. She hadn't worn them since that failed attempt, likely because of her lack of success, so Ben doubted she would miss them.

"What?" Jay twitched, staring at the flimsy material as Ben sat him down on the edge of the bed. "What um- what are you-"

"Dressing you up," Ben said, guiding Jay's feet into the panties and slowly coaxing them up his legs.

"They won't fit," Jay hissed. "And I can't- I can't wear that."

"Do you want to?" Ben asked, pausing at Jay's calves. "Because if you want to, I'm pretty sure you can use some magic to make these fit."

"I-" Jay's gaze went wide when a red magic seemed to consume the panties – likely something he hadn't intended to do – but Ben played the oblivious card and pretended not to notice that, offering Jay a wide grin as he guided the panties the rest of the way up, taking his time to tuck Jay into them.

"There you go," Ben hummed, cupping Jay's groin and giving him a gentle squeeze. "You look sexy, sweetheart."

"I look stupid," Jay huffed, his blush spilling down his chest, his nipples hardened into firm, dark nubs in the cool air of the bedroom.

"You do not," Ben pressed, approaching this with utmost sincerity as he pulled Jay to his feet, dragging him over towards the full-length mirror so Jay had no choice but to stare at himself while Ben curled around his back, bracing his hands on his hips. "You don't think you look like the sexiest person here? Taunting us with sheer fabric." He teased a finger down the front of Jay's groin until he could play with the spot where the head of Jay's length pressed against the purple fabric. "When you wear this under a dress, do you hope a stray gust of wind will catch you? Is that how you get out your wicked impulses?"

"Ben," Jay moaned, turning to shyly bury his face in the crook of Ben's neck, darting a tentative gaze back towards the mirror, unable to hide the way Ben's words were getting him worked up again, the delicate fabric of the panties straining around his twitching member.

"Such a tease," Ben murmured into his shoulder, continuing to play with that flushed head until it started spilling new beads of slick that stained the delicate panties. "We are grateful for your confidence."

He ran a hand up Jay's chest, feeling him out, brushing past his nipples in accidental movements that made Jay gasp. Good, it was something to be explored more later, but Ben didn't want to rush in all at once the way he had with Chad. He would take his time exploring Jay.

He'd need it, without his understanding of Ben's beast.

"Shall I get you a robe, my queen?" Ben asked, nuzzling Jay's shoulder. "Shall I splay you across our bed, or shall I show you off?" He dropped his voice low, something that made Jay's breath hitch. "Doug would always be willing to watch us, my sweet. He's always happy to play into your kinks."

"Are you making fun of me?" Jay gasped, straining hard against the panties.

"Never," Ben hummed. "Never, Jay – like I said, tonight's about you. I just want to make you happy."

"Fuck," Jay gasped, accepting the sheer, purple robe Ben coaxed onto his shoulders.

They made it back towards the bed, Jay clumsily crawling into Ben's lap so they could make out, Jay tentatively running his hands through Ben's hair like he was afraid of sullying him, like Jay was capable of such a thing.

"Oh," Jay whimpered, grinding against Ben's stomach. "Shit, I-"

"So soon?" Ben asked, but he was genuinely delighted, not amused, because Jay was so very responsive, so sensitive, so willing to lose himself in the moment that he could fall apart in a second's notice.

"Sorry," Jay gasped, trembling in Ben's hold.

Ben kissed him quiet. "Never apologize for that. This is a gift, my sweet. In fact…" He dropped his voice. "I'd like to see how much we can soil those panties by the time the night is through."

"Fuck," Jay croaked, promptly falling apart.

It gave Ben the feeling that his new goal was very, very achievable.

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Because Mal had briefed Ben before Jay had come over, he was already familiar with the Agraben's forays into sex magic. It was made all the more amusing by Jay's total lack of experience, though despite that, the Agraben had made a dedicated effort to decrease his refractory period and increase his stamina. Ben theorized it was so that Jay would be able to please the entirety of his crew – always eager to be there for them in whatever capacity was needed. In practice, Ben was the one who got to take advantage of such things, working Jay up and coaxing him apart until those silk panties were a true and soiled mess.

"Ben," Jay whimpered when Ben pulled back just to stare at Jay's debauched form, unable to pull his gaze away from the soaked material, the slick spilling out and smearing against Jay's inner thighs, on his lower abdomen. It really was a lewd sight, and Ben lost a moment talking himself out of immediately sucking Jay off, because it was obvious that kind of shit was going to have to be worked up to.

"I'm glad you like your panties, Mal," Ben said, bending low to nuzzle at Jay's groin. "Do you want to get cleaned off, or do you want to wear these home as a reminder?"

Jay moaned at the second option, flushing dark but at least not protesting his obvious desire.

It seemed like Ben had finally gotten the point across of this only being weird if they made it weird.

"Let's get you re-dressed," Ben hummed, and then just as he'd pulled all of Jay's clothes off, he put them back on, keeping the soiled boxer briefs and trapping those ruined panties underneath tasteful pants until Jay was whining. "One last gift," Ben said, digging through Mal's drawers again. "Here," he said, passing over a lingerie set that related to a particularly disastrous attempt at intimacy for Ben and Mal that the half Fae had hidden at the back of her dresser out of shame. "You can wear these over next time if you want."

"I…" Jay swallowed, but accepted the clothes and the kiss that followed, melting into Ben more easily than before.

"I'll commission you some pieces," Ben murmured, making Jay shiver. "You deserve your own special clothes."

"Fuck," Jay hissed, letting his head thump against Ben's shoulder. "I guess you won't let me apologize for being weird?"

"This isn't weird," Ben said. "But if you try, I guess we could see if you could come in your panties one more time."

They might have done that anyway, but it was for both their benefit, really.

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Ben had to take things slow with Jay as an order of necessity. Jay was woefully inexperienced and in addition to that, superbly sensitive, so it took him a few sessions to build up his stamina enough so they could make it past basic foreplay. Ben didn't mind by any means. He liked indulging Jay. He liked conjuring him outfits to try on – strappy, sexy numbers or lacy things in pastels that left Jay flushed. Ben was always certain to refer to Jay as his queen as they worked their way through things, Ben taking point when it came to pleasuring Jay.

The first time he gave the Agraben a blowjob it had- well, maybe Ben had given him more than one, but he couldn't help it with how wonderfully responsive Jay was.

"Shit," Jay whimpered but he urged Ben close, desperate for that intimacy Ben willingly gave him. Maybe he got off on his dick being in the king's mouth. Ben wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

He took his time to work Jay up to fingering, keeping the Agraben curled in his lap while he slowly stretched him wide, introducing him to the many wonders of prostate stimulation.

"Do you like it?" Ben asked as he tucked his hand up the short skirt Jay was wearing, the Tourney play gasping into his shoulder, his length jutting hard against Ben's stomach. "Do you feel good, Mal?"

"Yes, Ben," Jay gushed, abandoning all thoughts of shame as he eagerly submitted himself to Ben's attentions. "It's g-good."

The night Ben finally fucked Jay was a heady one, partially because Ben hadn't expected for it to happen, and yet Jay had been eager, had submitted himself to stretching and the butt plug until finally Ben pinned him against the bed, coaxing Jay's legs around his hips and pushing the Agraben's dexterity to the limits so Ben could fuck him face-to-face.

When they finally got there, Jay seemed to be even more disbelieving than Ben that they'd managed this, feeling so wonderfully warm and tight around Ben, responding to each brush and thrust as though it were the only thing he needed.

"Ben," Jay gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. "Ah- Ben."

"Mal," Ben would purr, feeling the way Jay responded to it, and it was almost funny, how Ben would never do this with the real Mal, but what Jay didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

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Despite being a terribly busy person, Ben still had to make room in his schedule for the impromptu parties Evie occasionally threw at her cottage when she sensed a lull in his schedule. Ben highly suspected a great level of secret coordination between her and Mal to allow for such things – because despite the fact that Ben had told her it was very much okay for her to hang out with her friends (their friends, he'd say, but there was always a distinction) without him, she always wanted to ensure he got in casual socialization that didn't have anything to do with networking or governing or where he would be required to hold himself to perfect decorum.

On one hand it was sweet, and Ben appreciated her thoughtfulness. On the other hand, he would much rather be buried in his study right now, either working on his book or maybe talking with his mom in the library because his father was out of town for once without her doing who knew what, and sure, while that was worrying enough that Ben would have to look into it later, it didn't mean he couldn't take advantage of the opportunities it presented.

Maybe he could get in an early breakfast with her tomorrow. Mal liked sleeping in on the weekends, it would be the perfect excuse to get some alone time.

Ben tried to make the most of things. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy hanging out with his classmates – most of his favorite people were there. Chad and Doug and the rest of the Core Four, Jane and Lonnie and Aziz and the pirates. The only one missing was Audrey, though Ben and Chad were likely the only people who cared for the lack, though dwelling on that particular bitterness would only build that festering ball of rage inside him all the stronger, so Ben tried to ignore it.

There were bonuses, of course. He could always check up on the current states of Agrabah, Imperial City, and Hanover (even though Mal tried to cut off any sort of 'work talk' so he'd have to do it when she wasn't around). He could indulge in some non-royal chef approved foods – some of which had been specially made by Chad. It wasn't like anyone would accuse Ben of hogging the bite sized chicken pot pies even if that was something he was definitely going to do. They thought he was too good for such a thing.

Ben really amused himself sometimes.

So sure, he could be spending this time better in a multitude of different capacities – some of which started with Doug and Chad warming his bed and ended with happy, bashful cuddles, but he guessed indulging in slightly watered-down punch while Jay and Gil awkwardly bumbled around each other was just as good.

"So," a voice spoke up just as Ben finished consuming mini chicken pot pie number fourteen. They were bite-sized. It wasn't an unfair number; Chad had made a shit ton of them because he was part of all things that were good in this world. "Like the view?"

Ben turned to give his full attention to one Harry Hook, the consummate flirt and forever loyal first mate of Uma. In his less reasonable moments, Ben found himself painfully jealous of Uma's good fortune, that she was allowed to date the person who was solely and unquestionably devoted to her. She got her perfect, loyal right-hand man who she would never doubt. Even now when Harry was obviously on the prowl Uma didn't look anything other than amused from where she was in deep conversation with Carlos, her gaze only flicking over towards Harry for the occasional checkup before she returned her focus to a blushing Gil.

Seriously, fuck her. Might as well grind it in Ben's face.

"Of the buffet?" Ben asked innocently, shyly sneaking another pot pie despite the fact that he definitely did not give a shit for how many of these things he ate. "I think I enjoy it as much as the next person."

A brief shot of annoyance flashed in Harry's eyes, though he schooled it in the next moment, never dropping his flirtatious look. "I meant them," he said, cocking his head towards Gil and Jay. "Pretty, aren't they?"

"They'd probably prefer to go by handsome," Ben offered conversationally, even if he entirely agreed. He never really let his interest stray towards Uma's lot since she had them thoroughly locked down – the captain one of the first to start a polyamorous relationship out in Auradon and completely unapologetic for it, safely using her mer-roots as an excuse the same way Ben had used Doug's dwarven culture to get Chad in with him and Evie.

Now Harry's annoyance became more overt. "Does it matter?"

"Not really," Ben said with a shrug, taking a sip of his punch. "How are you doing, Harry?"

"Fine," Harry said, his jaw clenched before he seemed to remember himself, or at least, whatever his goal had been for approaching Ben in the first place. "Ye worried?"

"About them running out of food?" Ben countered, forcing down a giggle because sometimes you had to make your own entertainment. "No, Evie and Jane are master party planners, they never run out of anything."

Ben was pretty sure he'd even get a care package of mini pot pies to take back to the castle with him, and he sure as shit wasn't sharing them with Mal. He'd smuggle out a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries to make up for it though, he wasn't a complete barbarian.

Just mostly one.

Harry looked towards the ceiling in a solid bid for patience, obviously torn as to whether Ben was intentionally pulling his chain or if the king really was this blissfully oblivious.

"I meant about them," Harry said, cocking his head towards Jay and Gil. "Ye worried?"

"No?" Ben said, and at least in this, he could feign some amount of genuine confusion. "Should I be?"

If anyone should be worried it was Harry, who was actually dating Gil. Ben was very much fine as he already had a public fiancé who maybe he didn't want to marry that much, but he'd made a big enough show of being devoted to her, so it was probably fine.

Harry shot him an annoyed look, then seemed to decide to shift tactics. "Heard ye've been hanging out with Jay more recently."

For a moment Ben didn't say anything, because the only way he would know that was if Jay told him so Ben just waited, staring Harry down until he felt uncomfortable enough to elaborate.

It took about thirty seconds.

"Captain sensed it," Harry muttered. "He's been teleporting more lately, towards the castle."

"Ah," Ben said, because as a person who teleported to Auradon Castle frequently herself, Uma would be one of the few that would notice such things. "I mean, I guess he has."

Harry's eye twitched. "If he's teleporting in, ye must want to keep it a secret, eh?"

And this- it was but one of the many things Ben appreciated about Harry, because at heart he really was just a shameless gossip, as little as he liked to be accused as such.

It was actually kind of adorable when it wasn't annoying as fuck.

"It's faster than going through security," Ben said with a shrug. "It's the same reason Uma teleports in." And then, after he'd delivered that little nugget of irrefutable knowledge, Ben decided it was believable enough for him to shift into something suspicious. "What are you getting at, Harry?"

Harry shifted uneasily, like he hadn't thought this entire conversation out. It wasn't a surprise, Harry was a creature that seemed to be fueled by impulse when the need suited him. "They're getting close."

"They've always been close," Ben pointed out. "I mean, after the barrier fell."

Since before that, they'd frequently gone at each other's throats.

Such was the way of the world.

Harry let out a small huff. "Ye know what I meant," he pressed. "They're flirting."

"Are they?" Ben asked, feigning genuine surprise and making a show of looking the other two over in a new light. "Huh, I suppose they are. Well, good for them. I mean-" He turned back to Harry. "Is that good for you guys?"

For a moment, Harry didn't seem to know what to do with this response. "Aren't ye mad?"

"No," Ben said, furrowing his brows again. "If that makes them happy-"

"Jay's yours though, isn't he?" Harry pressed with narrowed eyes. "Yours and Mal's?"

Ben could slightly understand how he'd come to that conclusion. Harry, much like Jay, was a romantic. He made connections no one else did out of a misplaced sort of hope, and sure, he could be close to accurate, but that didn't mean he was this time.

Because he wasn't this time.

"He's Mal's crew," Ben said gently, like he was trying to manage the VK. "But we don't have any other sort of claim on him, nor would we hamper his romantic pursuits."

A pause, and then Harry was puffing up, like he was ready for a fight. "So it's like that, huh?" Harry hissed, dropping his voice and man, Ben wanted to know what soap opera world he lived in that he thought this might be a normal conversation you could have with a king. "Hide him away like some dirty secret and rush him out the door so things don't look suspicious?"

"Harry," Ben began with a tone that said he very much did not appreciate what the other teen was implying. "I'm proud to be Jay's friend, and I want him to be happy-"

"You're unbelievable," Harry growled under his breath. "I should have fucking known with the way ye pretend the shit on the Isle never happened. You're such a piece of shit."

Ben felt his brows shoot up, and once again he found himself vaguely annoyed by the bare outlines Chad had given him about that particular trip to the Isle, the one where 'Ben' had met Uma and the pirates.

Harry was still going on. "Can't be honest about what ye want because of your crown or some shit," Harry accurately deduced. "So ye just shove us aside-"

"Harry," Ben interrupted, because they were starting to draw attention – most notably Uma's. "I've never been to the Isle."

Harry cut himself off with a confused blink, the wind entirely stolen from his sails as he looked up at Ben in an expression of confusion.

"Magic doesn't work under the barrier," Ben explained. "Unless it's cast by Fairy Godmother's wand. As much as I wanted to go after Mal, I couldn't risk it with my position as king, so I had to send a body double." Harry just sort of stared at him, seeming so very lost. "I briefed him on the situation, of course. And the entire thing is um- you know – confidential, so if you could keep this to yourself, it'd be appreciated."

Harry was going to tell Uma and Gil, of course, but hopefully this would minimize the spread of information to just them.

"Ye… ye sent someone else?" Harry asked, sounding faint.

"I had to," Ben said. "Sorry. I had to play along with that lie, but I uh- didn't realize anything potentially detrimental had occurred while he was under the barrier."

This was all a lie, of course. It wasn't procedure that had Ben sending a disguised double because procedure would have had him calling the situation with Mal a complete loss and being done with things. But he couldn't let one of the children he'd rescued from the horrible prison island he was trying to overhaul go back to it because that would make things look terrible to the narrow-minded assholes on his council, so Ben had been forced into a bit of a corner. Audrey refused to let him go after Mal – and she was right to do so – so they'd been forced to send their most trusted ally.

For the record, Ben had greatly protested Chad's selection to go to the Isle in his place because losing a prince was about as detrimental as losing a king (and losing Chad even more so), but Audrey had assumed that Evie and Jay would look after him. It was but another demonstration of their misplaced optimism because Chad's report had the entire evening being a shitshow from start to finish that ended with Ben getting love spelled again.

Chad stealthily managed to break it with a quiet application of enchanted lake water while wearing a different disguised form at Cotillion, but the whole thing had been an unquestionable catastrophe that made Ben regret ever messing with the chaos that was the Isle in the first place. Why had he wanted to do it again? Oh, because it was the right thing to do. And also because it spited his father.

Stupid fucking spite.

"It… it wasn't detrimental," Harry murmured, seeming a bit flustered. "It um- it-" He stared at Ben, a dark blush blossoming across the bridge of his nose. "Shit."

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ben asked, slipping into the familiar visage of good guy concern. "Do you need to sit down?"

"Can ye tell me who he was?" Harry asked instead of answering Ben, seeming too preoccupied to consider himself.

"No," Ben said, watching the way Harry bit at his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, that information's classified." When that didn't seem to settle well with Harry, he continued, "Did he attack you? He said he spent most of his time near you tied up-"

Harry flinched. "He didn't- he didn't fucking attack us, he was our hostage." His throat bobbed in a rough swallow, and he was distressed enough that Ben wasn't surprised by Uma's timely intervention.

"What's going on?" Uma asked, as blissfully direct and to the point as always.

"We didn't take the king hostage on the Isle," Harry muttered. "It was a fucking body double."

Uma took this information with substantially more grace than Harry, but that was just her way. "Illusion spell cast from Fairy Godmother's wand?" she asked Ben, making the accurate deduction based on the information provided her.

Why hadn't Ben invited her off the Isle first? He could be marrying her instead of Mal. They'd be horrifically efficient together.

On the other hand though, Uma would never leave her crew in the dust, and she would have definitely noticed Ben's wonderful abundance of trust issues.

Guess things played out this way for a reason.

"Sorry," Ben said. "The council wouldn't let me risk anything else."

"Well, fuck," Uma sighed, placing a steadying hand on Harry's shoulder. "Could you tell us who it was?"

"Classified," Ben said, though she didn't seem surprised by this.

"Holy fuck," Harry muttered, dragging a hand across his face. "We could have been talking to him this whole time. Or maybe we've never seen him again-"

"Chill, Harry," Uma ordered, the first mate's shoulders immediately relaxing because he never fought Uma's directions.

Ben really hated them sometimes.

"Did he do something untoward?" Ben asked. "Did he say something-?"

"Trust me," Uma interrupted, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "It definitely wasn't untoward."

"Fuck," Harry repeated, hiding his face in his hands. It was rare to see him this embarrassed.

The petty part of Ben liked it.

"We'll just be going," Uma said, guiding Harry away. "Sorry for the confusion."

"Likewise," Ben offered, making a note to ask Chad what happened later, plausible deniability and method acting be damned.

-:-:-

It took maybe fifteen minutes for tale of Ben's body double to spread through the party, which left Ben with the inevitable confrontation from Mal that she was kind enough to have on the back porch.

"That wasn't even you who sweet talked me back to Auradon?" she asked, her cheeks dusted in an embarrassed flush.

"To be fair, I did tell him what to say," Ben offered. "But I couldn't risk-"

"Save it," Mal said, stomping off to go seek comfort in the waiting arms of Evie.

Eventually, she would see that he was right. His concerns had already been proven accurate with the whole obvious kidnapping thing and battle to supposedly rescue him. She didn't have a lot of ground to stand on. She was most likely embarrassed by how scared she'd been and how hard she'd fought for someone who turned out to be a stranger, but Ben didn't have a lot of sympathy for her. He knew it was a shitty feeling, it happened to him all the time. That was just life.

"I mean," Doug said later when Ben was commiserating with him and Chad. "That actually makes the most sense for you, and with the way things turned out…"

"It was obviously for the best," Chad said, giving Ben's arm a few pats. "And in time, they'll see that."

"Just makes me wonder what he did with them," Ben said, pretending not to linger on the way Chad's lips pressed together, the blond knowing that it was finally time to face the music.

Ben got it later in the privacy of Auradon Castle because Mal had wanted to stay behind with Evie and Chad had managed to successfully distract Doug by shoving him in Carlos and Jay's direction – both of whom seemed to need their own form of comfort as they came to terms with the fact that they'd been guiding a stranger around the Isle and schooling him in their villain ways instead of Ben.

Technically, that was where Chad was supposed to be at present, but he had detoured to 'pick up some comforting essentials' – which was code for the specialty chocolate ice cream Carlos liked so much that was only available on the other side of town (that Ben kept in bulk in his freezer for the express purpose of providing alibis, like today).

Ben even dragged Audrey into things by calling her up on Skype, knowing that like Ben, she'd been left out on the details for her perceived benefit.

"Okay, so it's stupid," Chad said, dragging a hand over his face. "Very stupid, half the reason I didn't tell you was because it was so stupid and I just sort of hoped that maybe Harry would decide to forget about it."

"Chad," Audrey said, cautioning him to move on with that one guiding prompt alone.

"I might have panicked a little when they had me held hostage," Chad explained. "Because I was in me-mindset instead of you-mindset." And more people than not wanted to rid Chad of the Sardinian crown because his mother had the indecency to be a commoner. "So I just sort of started throwing things at the wall, seeing what would stick and if they could give me any kind of advantage and um- I might have talked Harry through masturbating for me."

There was a distinct pause where Ben reevaluated all the past interactions he had with Harry with this new information and realized the dumb fuck actually had been flirting with him instead of just putting on his usual show.

"I know it was a bad idea!" Chad pressed. "I know that. He probably just got off on the- you know, the king thing – but I thought if I could make him like me I could get Uma to see that your offer to get her to come over to Auradon to help fix things the right way – the offer I invented, I mean, but it seemed like a good idea – well, I thought I could get him to go along with that, but instead it just sent him right back into the closet, so…"

"Chad," Audrey said, speaking up so Ben wouldn't have to. "What did you say to him, exactly?"

"Just that, you know, he was a very pretty boy," Chad said, flushing dark. "And I wanted to see him work his pretty length up and down and- basically I just threw a bunch of compliments at him and he seemed to get off on that, but I never actually touched him. I promise."

"I believe you," Ben said, because he knew Chad.

"Well," Audrey huffed. "We can only hope now that Uma doesn't try and use magic in an attempt to track down your body double."

"She won't find anything," Ben reminded her. "There are no records."

"Which will only feed her suspicion," Audrey said. "And narrow down the suspect pool to your most trusted friends."

Damn it all, she was right.

"You should start hanging out with Aziz more," Audrey offered as a non-sequitur. "That'll throw the scent."

"Good thinking, as always," Ben said, and it was worth it for that tiny, satisfied grin he managed to pull from the princess. "Don't feel bad, Chad, you did what you could."

"It wasn't enough, though," Chad sniffed. "I got captured."

"Because stupid fucking Jay let it happen," Audrey huffed. For whatever reason she seemed to pin most of the blame for that evening on Jay despite the rest of the Core Four also being on the Isle. "I order you not to feel guilty about it."

"Order seconded," Ben said, and Chad just gave them both helpless looks because like Harry, he would never question an order, even if he really wanted to.

"Ben," Audrey said as though sensing this. "As recompense, I'm pretty sure you need to pull Chad into your lap and jerk him off for me."

"That sounds fair," Ben said, because this was a private connection, because no one would ever see, because Audrey had sacrificed a lot for him trying to make things right and the very least he could offer her was a damn good show.

"You guys are the worst," Chad muttered with a blush, because he still thought he needed to be punished, but on that they would have to disagree while Ben started kissing up his neck, letting Audrey watch Chad get nice and flustered.

Looked like the evening was getting back on track after all.

-:-:-

Endnotes:

Just a heads up – the next few updates may be a bit later in the day than normal. They'll still be on Sunday and Wednesday, just a bit past their usual times :)

Story notes:

The mini chicken pot pies are definitely inspired by real life, because my friend makes like, two big vats of them anytime she has a party and they are literally the best. I, much like Ben, load up a plate of the things and happily eat far too many because they are just that good.

Ben's bitter jealousy of Uma and her crew is just- it makes him so petty towards them, I love it.

Until next time :)