Until Now (Part 4)
Written by:
ovielove and
hockey_joy
Title: Until Now
Chapter: 4
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier / Ben Clymer
Disclaimer: We don't own these boys...we just wish we did. What follows is a work of complete fiction.
Part 1 / 2 / 3
I boarded the bus in a haze, my mind spinning as it tried to process everything that had happened on the flight - this was the second time Vinny had made my emotions spin in so many directions in so short a time, and I still hadn't completely adjusted. I slid into one of the rows, settling into the window seat and draping my coat over the one next to it just as Vinny walked down the aisle. The guy in front of him dropped his book, causing Vinny to stop short in front of my seat.
Our eyes met and I felt my face flush hot as his gaze burned into me, deliberately scanning my entire body before settling on my lap. A wicked smile spread across his face as he watched the color rise in my cheeks, and he licked his top lip teasingly. I grinned and was about to reciprocate when I noticed Brad standing behind him, his eyes watching me over Vinny's shoulder. His stare was intense, accusing, and I turned my head guiltily as they began to move again. Even though I wasn't looking, I could feel Brad glaring at me as he passed by and I slumped down in my seat. Fuck, I thought to myself, leaning my head against the window and dreading our arrival.
Brad's hands were hard against my spine as he guided me to the back of the bus, pushing me into the back seat. I shrank in the seat, anticipating what was coming. As soon as the bus pulled out of the parking lot and the driver had turned the lights off, I braced myself just in time as Brad turned on me. His palm connected with my cheek, sharply. "What the fuck are you thinking? You don't get to look at other people, much less sit with them." He grabbed my right forefinger, pulling it back until I was sure it was going to break. "You're lucky we are on this bus or else I would be kicking your ass right now." I could hear the venom dripping from his voice, I couldn't bear to meet his eyes, usually warm and loving I knew they would be black and hard right now. I was grateful to be on the bus, most of the guys, I knew, assumed the bruises I came to skate with were from Brad's hands in passion, not Brad's hands in anger and he wouldn't let them know otherwise. No one knew. They never had in all this time we'd been together.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, him with a fake smile to anyone who looked back at us as he continued bending my finger out of sight. I sat forward, resting my head on the seat in front of me, tears running down my face. As soon as the bus stopped at the arena, he let go. He stood to stretch and froze; I lifted my head to see what he was looking at and noticed Ben gathering his things. I bit my lip, thinking of how good Ben made me feel and how I had promised him everything was going to be okay. Right now though, I wasn't so sure.
I waited until everyone was off the bus before I stood, wiping my face. I bent down to pick up my bag and toppled on the seat as Brad's fist connected with my kidney. I moaned and he flipped me into a sitting position, his other fist connecting with my face and I could feel my cheek start to swell instantly. "Hey, you guys coming?" A voice called from the door. "Yeah, be right out." Brad called to the front before turning to me, "Let's go, we'll finish this at home," yanking me up to follow him. Stepping down off the bus, I noticed Ben standing with a couple guys. When he turned to look my way, I ducked my head, hurrying into the dressing room.
I watched Vinny rush by me, avoiding my eyes, and my heart sank. Of course. He had realized how stupid he was being and was staying with Brad after all - clearly they had talked on the bus. Whether it was about me, I don't know. But he obviously was having second thoughts. I clenched my fists at my side and focused on my breathing, staring at my feet until I heard a voice call my name. "Clymes, let's go! What are you waiting for, someone to carry you in?" I glanced up and noticed that I was all alone - pasting a smile on my face, I hurried towards the arena to join my teammates.
As we walked into the locker room I noticed Vinny sitting alone on the bench, facing sideways with his head on his hand. Most of the others had come and gone by now, so the room was fairly empty as I let my eyes trace the outline of his neck, the span of his palm on his face. I quickly shrugged away the urge to run over and beg him to reconsider, moving instead to my own locker and slowly transferring my equipment into my bag. After a moment the urge to look got the better of me, and I turned my head slightly in Vinny's direction. He had stood up and was holding his helmet, staring at it blanking. From where I was standing it looked like he had gotten something on his cheek, something reddish-purple. That hadn't been there earlier, I thought to myself, wondering what he had eaten or leaned on to get that stain. From here it almost looked like...like... I gasped and dropped the gloves I had been holding, springing across the room to where Vinny was standing.
As I drew nearer to him his eyes widened and he swung himself around to face the wall, but I gently grabbed his arm and turned him back to face me. His head hung down to his chest and he refused to meet my eyes. My hand cupped his chin, lifting his head until I could see the beginnings of an angry bruise forming on his cheek. I instinctively reached my hand up to touch it, causing him to wince and jerk his face away. "Who did this to you?" I asked angrily, already knowing in my gut the answer. I had seen the cold glare, the eyes that suddenly seemed dark and forbidding, Vinny shook his head quietly and I reached out to put an arm around him when I felt someone else's hand clamp tightly down on my shoulder. Turning, I found myself staring into Brad's eyes, which were fiery and locked into mine.
I watched Ben's face change as he turned to face Brad, every trace of concern on his features was replaced by anger. I quickly stood between them, putting some distance between the two. I had my back to Ben as I looked at Brad. I grabbed his hand, begging, "Please, Brad. This has nothing to do with him." Brad shook my grip off and took a step towards Ben , pointing at him as he spoke, "You didn't see anything. Go pack your stuff and get out of here."
I sidestepped to block any contact between them and turned to look at Ben. I pleaded silently that he would listen and just go. His eyes searched mine, questioning and I gave him the slightest nod indicating that I was okay. He shook his head and stormed out, grabbing his gear on the way. I watched him leave and then I heard Brad's cold voice behind me, "You will never leave me. You are nothing. You couldn't survive without me telling you what you've done wrong." I closed my eyes, dreading what was coming.
Was Brad right? Did I deserve every beating he gave me? If he wasn't there to tell me what I had done wrong... I felt him push me towards the trainer's room and cringed as he locked the door behind us. "You know what to do." Brad pushed me to my knees and I shakily undid his pants, sliding them down. As I took him in my mouth, he brought his knee repeatedly into my chest, just like he had a hundred times before. When he was finished, he pulled away and snarled as I looked up at him. "You're not supposed to look at me. You know that." I saw him pull back his arm and the last thing I remember was his fist connecting with my temple.
After returning home that night I tried to put the image of Vinny's face, Brad's burning glare, out of my head. I turned the TV on briefly but snapped it off just as quickly and jumped up, pacing the floor. I didn't know what to do. His eyes had been screaming in desperation just as they were imploring me to leave. He needed me and I had left him. I shuddered at the memory of how cold Brad had suddenly become - this puppy dog of a man, who seemed to idolize Vinny and who followed him around incessantly, was underneath a dark, menacing figure who was terrorizing the same man he claimed to love.
I lifted my head up and reached for my phone, hand poised to dial Vinny's number, but I stopped in midair. What would I say? Before I could think, the phone rang in my hand, making me jump about three feet as I juggled it slightly before finding the talk button with my thumb. "Hello?" I said. Silence. Wait, no - there was someone there, and I strained to hear, pressing the phone tightly to my ear. A strained whisper came over the line. "Ben... Je ne peux pas...J’ai besoin...please." My stomach turned to stone as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line - it was Vinny. "Where are you," I replied, struggling to keep my voice even in an effort to calm him down. "He left me... here... I'm still..." The line went dead. "Vinny!" I shouted, shaking the phone futilely before hurling it across the room.
I grabbed my keys and flew out of my apartment, my heart racing as I sped through the streets of Tampa towards the arena. When I entered everything was dark. "Vinny?" I yelled. Please god, I thought, please be okay. I heard a moan coming from the trainers room and I burst through the door. I gasped and tears sprang to my eyes as I took in the whole sight - Vinny, his face swollen on one side from the previous bruise, curled on the floor with his arms crossed over his stomach. Above his collar I could see the beginnings of some more bruising, and when I knelt beside him to wrap my arms around him he moaned and clutched his side, causing me to pull back. I brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead, then asked quietly, "What happened on the phone? I lost you..."
I moved my head carefully, my skull throbbing, as I lifted my phone. "I think... the battery..." I licked my lips gingerly, checking for any splits in them and winced when I found one. "Battery died." I tried to take a deep breath in but didn't get much oxygen in. Fuck. I tried to stand, Ben's gentle hands around my waist. His touch was comforting and I could see concern written on his face. I tried to give him a small smile, "I'll be okay, just need to wash my face." He helped me into the bathroom, sitting me on the bench. He grabbed some paper towel and as he stood at the sink, wetting them, I lifted my shirt feeling along my ribs with a light touch. I groaned when I found a tender spot and he spun around quickly, dripping water everywhere on the floor. "Be careful, you don't want to slip," I tried to wink at him but I could feel my eye was starting to swell.
Carrying the wet paper towel in my hand, I joined him on the bench and looked at where his shirt was still lifted. The skin looked bruised and I stretched my fingers out to touch it before drawing back quickly, noticing the look of fear in his eyes. It eased as I pulled away, though, and I laughed softly. "Sorry," I said, giving him a small smile. "We should probably go to the hospital after this, but let's get you cleaned up first." I lifted the paper towel to his face and started to slowly blot his skin, gingerly dabbing the bruised area and letting my hand rest next to it, my hand feeling cool against his hot skin. He seemed to lean into my touch so I left it there a little longer before cupping my hand under his chin and lifting his face to meet mine. "So are you going to tell me what happened first or should I just go kill that asshole right now, save us the time?"
I sighed, leaning further into Ben's hand. "Do we really have to go to the hospital? I don't know if we should... People will talk, you know? And then Brad will find out and then he will get mad and th-" My babbling was silenced as Ben placed a gentle finger against my lips. I dropped my head to my chest, wincing as I could feel the stiffness setting into my muscles. I didn't want to tell him what happened just yet, I didn't think he would actually come when I called him but I didn't have anyone else to call. No one had ever wanted to help me before, I think they thought I didn't need help. Ever. I could feel the tears starting again and I leaned tentatively against his shoulder, noticing again how his muscles felt, strong and protective. I thought about how we had kissed in the hall and what had happened on the plane, remembering his hesitation a few times. I was surprised to feel my arousal coming back and I pulled away, hoping he didn't notice.
My heart was breaking as I watched the tears stream down his face, and I wondered what he had been through. The physical scars were there to be sure, but the emotional damage was a whole different story. All I wanted to do was protect him, to hold him close and make sure no one ever did this to him again. He was so strong and yet so fragile, I wondered if he would let me take care of him. He was so hard to read, even now with his bruises and scars, with his momentary vulnerability, he still pulled away from me when all I wanted to do was dry his tear-stained face and keep him safe. I stood up slowly and reached out my hands to help him up, seeing the pain shoot across his face with the effort. I turned to face him and placed my hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly. "If you don't want to go, we don't have to," I said as I moved around to his side and wrapped my arm around his waist. "But if you're afraid of Brad, don't be." I leaned my head against his and whispered, "I'll kill him if he ever touches you again, I swear."
With his arm offering support I knew that he cared and that's all I could ask for, I didn't need him to seek revenge. "I'm not afraid, just sad for him. He never used to be like that, you don't need to hurt him, but I appreciate it." I turned my head slightly so that I could feel Ben's gentle breath on my lips. My heart was racing as I leaned in, placing my mouth lightly on his. I could feel him hesitate, "It's okay," I whispered, "I'm okay." I shifted slightly so that I could slip a hand onto his hip. "I'm not broken, just bruised." I could feel his breathing change as I pulled him slowly closer until our thighs were touching. I was a little confused by the lust rising in my blood, but I needed to feel something that wasn't out of hate.
I moved slowly in, lifting my mouth to his, wanting to feel him pressed up against me again. In my excitement I squeezed him into me and he groaned in pain, causing me to pull back in surprise. He started to laugh a little at my expression, then winced as the laughter obviously hurt. I smiled sadly and lifted my hand up to his face, stroking it gently before bringing it to mine once more. I tried to be gentle, but as our lips met and I felt his body against mine, I lost control and started pulling him towards me, wanting his body even closer, wanted it to melt into mine until there was no air between us. His hand on my hip seemed to burn right through my jeans and caused a tugging in my groin as I imagined it sliding lower still. As our tongues wrapped around each other, I felt his pulse racing to match my own. His mouth on mine was hungry, searching, his hands starting to explore my body until I was tingling all over.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned into Ben's mouth. I didn't know what to do, my body was screaming in pain and in pleasure with the latter starting to take over, pushing the pain to the back of my mind. I slid my fingers under his shirt, running them up his ribs and down his chest, following the light trail of hair from his navel until he gasped as I ran them along his waistband. He wasn't wearing a belt and his jeans were loose enough on his hips that I could slide one hand in, feeling his erection straining against his boxers.
Ah fuck. He was so hard and I could feel I was the same. I popped the button with my other hand and manouvered him against the wall. I slowly slid to my knees as I slowly slid down the zipper, tugging his jeans down over his hips. His hands grasped my shoulders, causing me to yelp. He jumped, cursing and apologizing. I looked up at him from my position on the floor, "It's okay, but maybe you should just put your hands against the wall, eh?"
I apologized, then gently held his head in my hands. “Are you sure,” I asked softly. He just smiled mischievously back at me as he rubbed my dick through the thin fabric of my boxers before mercifully sliding them down too. I braced myself on the wall as he took me into his mouth, just the head at first, teasing me with his tongue and making me wish the wall came with handles. "Oh, god," I moaned softly, closing my eyes as his mouth enveloped more of my erection, his lips sealing around the shaft. With one hand he softly stroked my throbbing balls, causing my hips to buck forward involuntarily at the sensation.
I reached one hand down and placed it on the back of his head, my fingers getting tangled in his long hair as I pulled his head in closer. He murmured, a low guttural sound that vibrated up my cock and sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. "Fuck, you're so hot," I muttered, grasping at his bobbing head as he subtly changed speeds. "Oh, fuck... oh, god." I licked my lips and glanced down just as he looked up at me, his eyes smiling as he continued to take me in.
Ben's eyes were dark with desire as I met his gaze making me moan which made his head fall back against the wall. I placed a hand on each of his hips, pinning him there. I drew my head back, working my tongue up and back down to the base of his cock. When I pulled back again, I lightly scraped my teeth along his shaft until I had just the head of his cock between my lips causing him to moan again, this time louder. I could feel him start to shake as I moved back down, taking him deep into my throat.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, running my tongue over the fullness in my mouth. I hummed encouragingly and he shouted as he came, shooting hot into my throat. I swallowed every drop and cupped him gently as I pulled my mouth away. I noticed the red fingerprints I had left on his hips and reached out to touch them, knowing they would be blue later. "Ah, shit... I didn't mean to hurt you..." He knelt down beside me, taking my head between his hands and whispered, "Never."
ovielove and
hockey_joy
Title: Until Now
Chapter: 4
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier / Ben Clymer
Disclaimer: We don't own these boys...we just wish we did. What follows is a work of complete fiction.
Part 1 / 2 / 3
I boarded the bus in a haze, my mind spinning as it tried to process everything that had happened on the flight - this was the second time Vinny had made my emotions spin in so many directions in so short a time, and I still hadn't completely adjusted. I slid into one of the rows, settling into the window seat and draping my coat over the one next to it just as Vinny walked down the aisle. The guy in front of him dropped his book, causing Vinny to stop short in front of my seat.
Our eyes met and I felt my face flush hot as his gaze burned into me, deliberately scanning my entire body before settling on my lap. A wicked smile spread across his face as he watched the color rise in my cheeks, and he licked his top lip teasingly. I grinned and was about to reciprocate when I noticed Brad standing behind him, his eyes watching me over Vinny's shoulder. His stare was intense, accusing, and I turned my head guiltily as they began to move again. Even though I wasn't looking, I could feel Brad glaring at me as he passed by and I slumped down in my seat. Fuck, I thought to myself, leaning my head against the window and dreading our arrival.
Brad's hands were hard against my spine as he guided me to the back of the bus, pushing me into the back seat. I shrank in the seat, anticipating what was coming. As soon as the bus pulled out of the parking lot and the driver had turned the lights off, I braced myself just in time as Brad turned on me. His palm connected with my cheek, sharply. "What the fuck are you thinking? You don't get to look at other people, much less sit with them." He grabbed my right forefinger, pulling it back until I was sure it was going to break. "You're lucky we are on this bus or else I would be kicking your ass right now." I could hear the venom dripping from his voice, I couldn't bear to meet his eyes, usually warm and loving I knew they would be black and hard right now. I was grateful to be on the bus, most of the guys, I knew, assumed the bruises I came to skate with were from Brad's hands in passion, not Brad's hands in anger and he wouldn't let them know otherwise. No one knew. They never had in all this time we'd been together.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, him with a fake smile to anyone who looked back at us as he continued bending my finger out of sight. I sat forward, resting my head on the seat in front of me, tears running down my face. As soon as the bus stopped at the arena, he let go. He stood to stretch and froze; I lifted my head to see what he was looking at and noticed Ben gathering his things. I bit my lip, thinking of how good Ben made me feel and how I had promised him everything was going to be okay. Right now though, I wasn't so sure.
I waited until everyone was off the bus before I stood, wiping my face. I bent down to pick up my bag and toppled on the seat as Brad's fist connected with my kidney. I moaned and he flipped me into a sitting position, his other fist connecting with my face and I could feel my cheek start to swell instantly. "Hey, you guys coming?" A voice called from the door. "Yeah, be right out." Brad called to the front before turning to me, "Let's go, we'll finish this at home," yanking me up to follow him. Stepping down off the bus, I noticed Ben standing with a couple guys. When he turned to look my way, I ducked my head, hurrying into the dressing room.
I watched Vinny rush by me, avoiding my eyes, and my heart sank. Of course. He had realized how stupid he was being and was staying with Brad after all - clearly they had talked on the bus. Whether it was about me, I don't know. But he obviously was having second thoughts. I clenched my fists at my side and focused on my breathing, staring at my feet until I heard a voice call my name. "Clymes, let's go! What are you waiting for, someone to carry you in?" I glanced up and noticed that I was all alone - pasting a smile on my face, I hurried towards the arena to join my teammates.
As we walked into the locker room I noticed Vinny sitting alone on the bench, facing sideways with his head on his hand. Most of the others had come and gone by now, so the room was fairly empty as I let my eyes trace the outline of his neck, the span of his palm on his face. I quickly shrugged away the urge to run over and beg him to reconsider, moving instead to my own locker and slowly transferring my equipment into my bag. After a moment the urge to look got the better of me, and I turned my head slightly in Vinny's direction. He had stood up and was holding his helmet, staring at it blanking. From where I was standing it looked like he had gotten something on his cheek, something reddish-purple. That hadn't been there earlier, I thought to myself, wondering what he had eaten or leaned on to get that stain. From here it almost looked like...like... I gasped and dropped the gloves I had been holding, springing across the room to where Vinny was standing.
As I drew nearer to him his eyes widened and he swung himself around to face the wall, but I gently grabbed his arm and turned him back to face me. His head hung down to his chest and he refused to meet my eyes. My hand cupped his chin, lifting his head until I could see the beginnings of an angry bruise forming on his cheek. I instinctively reached my hand up to touch it, causing him to wince and jerk his face away. "Who did this to you?" I asked angrily, already knowing in my gut the answer. I had seen the cold glare, the eyes that suddenly seemed dark and forbidding, Vinny shook his head quietly and I reached out to put an arm around him when I felt someone else's hand clamp tightly down on my shoulder. Turning, I found myself staring into Brad's eyes, which were fiery and locked into mine.
I watched Ben's face change as he turned to face Brad, every trace of concern on his features was replaced by anger. I quickly stood between them, putting some distance between the two. I had my back to Ben as I looked at Brad. I grabbed his hand, begging, "Please, Brad. This has nothing to do with him." Brad shook my grip off and took a step towards Ben , pointing at him as he spoke, "You didn't see anything. Go pack your stuff and get out of here."
I sidestepped to block any contact between them and turned to look at Ben. I pleaded silently that he would listen and just go. His eyes searched mine, questioning and I gave him the slightest nod indicating that I was okay. He shook his head and stormed out, grabbing his gear on the way. I watched him leave and then I heard Brad's cold voice behind me, "You will never leave me. You are nothing. You couldn't survive without me telling you what you've done wrong." I closed my eyes, dreading what was coming.
Was Brad right? Did I deserve every beating he gave me? If he wasn't there to tell me what I had done wrong... I felt him push me towards the trainer's room and cringed as he locked the door behind us. "You know what to do." Brad pushed me to my knees and I shakily undid his pants, sliding them down. As I took him in my mouth, he brought his knee repeatedly into my chest, just like he had a hundred times before. When he was finished, he pulled away and snarled as I looked up at him. "You're not supposed to look at me. You know that." I saw him pull back his arm and the last thing I remember was his fist connecting with my temple.
After returning home that night I tried to put the image of Vinny's face, Brad's burning glare, out of my head. I turned the TV on briefly but snapped it off just as quickly and jumped up, pacing the floor. I didn't know what to do. His eyes had been screaming in desperation just as they were imploring me to leave. He needed me and I had left him. I shuddered at the memory of how cold Brad had suddenly become - this puppy dog of a man, who seemed to idolize Vinny and who followed him around incessantly, was underneath a dark, menacing figure who was terrorizing the same man he claimed to love.
I lifted my head up and reached for my phone, hand poised to dial Vinny's number, but I stopped in midair. What would I say? Before I could think, the phone rang in my hand, making me jump about three feet as I juggled it slightly before finding the talk button with my thumb. "Hello?" I said. Silence. Wait, no - there was someone there, and I strained to hear, pressing the phone tightly to my ear. A strained whisper came over the line. "Ben... Je ne peux pas...J’ai besoin...please." My stomach turned to stone as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line - it was Vinny. "Where are you," I replied, struggling to keep my voice even in an effort to calm him down. "He left me... here... I'm still..." The line went dead. "Vinny!" I shouted, shaking the phone futilely before hurling it across the room.
I grabbed my keys and flew out of my apartment, my heart racing as I sped through the streets of Tampa towards the arena. When I entered everything was dark. "Vinny?" I yelled. Please god, I thought, please be okay. I heard a moan coming from the trainers room and I burst through the door. I gasped and tears sprang to my eyes as I took in the whole sight - Vinny, his face swollen on one side from the previous bruise, curled on the floor with his arms crossed over his stomach. Above his collar I could see the beginnings of some more bruising, and when I knelt beside him to wrap my arms around him he moaned and clutched his side, causing me to pull back. I brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead, then asked quietly, "What happened on the phone? I lost you..."
I moved my head carefully, my skull throbbing, as I lifted my phone. "I think... the battery..." I licked my lips gingerly, checking for any splits in them and winced when I found one. "Battery died." I tried to take a deep breath in but didn't get much oxygen in. Fuck. I tried to stand, Ben's gentle hands around my waist. His touch was comforting and I could see concern written on his face. I tried to give him a small smile, "I'll be okay, just need to wash my face." He helped me into the bathroom, sitting me on the bench. He grabbed some paper towel and as he stood at the sink, wetting them, I lifted my shirt feeling along my ribs with a light touch. I groaned when I found a tender spot and he spun around quickly, dripping water everywhere on the floor. "Be careful, you don't want to slip," I tried to wink at him but I could feel my eye was starting to swell.
Carrying the wet paper towel in my hand, I joined him on the bench and looked at where his shirt was still lifted. The skin looked bruised and I stretched my fingers out to touch it before drawing back quickly, noticing the look of fear in his eyes. It eased as I pulled away, though, and I laughed softly. "Sorry," I said, giving him a small smile. "We should probably go to the hospital after this, but let's get you cleaned up first." I lifted the paper towel to his face and started to slowly blot his skin, gingerly dabbing the bruised area and letting my hand rest next to it, my hand feeling cool against his hot skin. He seemed to lean into my touch so I left it there a little longer before cupping my hand under his chin and lifting his face to meet mine. "So are you going to tell me what happened first or should I just go kill that asshole right now, save us the time?"
I sighed, leaning further into Ben's hand. "Do we really have to go to the hospital? I don't know if we should... People will talk, you know? And then Brad will find out and then he will get mad and th-" My babbling was silenced as Ben placed a gentle finger against my lips. I dropped my head to my chest, wincing as I could feel the stiffness setting into my muscles. I didn't want to tell him what happened just yet, I didn't think he would actually come when I called him but I didn't have anyone else to call. No one had ever wanted to help me before, I think they thought I didn't need help. Ever. I could feel the tears starting again and I leaned tentatively against his shoulder, noticing again how his muscles felt, strong and protective. I thought about how we had kissed in the hall and what had happened on the plane, remembering his hesitation a few times. I was surprised to feel my arousal coming back and I pulled away, hoping he didn't notice.
My heart was breaking as I watched the tears stream down his face, and I wondered what he had been through. The physical scars were there to be sure, but the emotional damage was a whole different story. All I wanted to do was protect him, to hold him close and make sure no one ever did this to him again. He was so strong and yet so fragile, I wondered if he would let me take care of him. He was so hard to read, even now with his bruises and scars, with his momentary vulnerability, he still pulled away from me when all I wanted to do was dry his tear-stained face and keep him safe. I stood up slowly and reached out my hands to help him up, seeing the pain shoot across his face with the effort. I turned to face him and placed my hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly. "If you don't want to go, we don't have to," I said as I moved around to his side and wrapped my arm around his waist. "But if you're afraid of Brad, don't be." I leaned my head against his and whispered, "I'll kill him if he ever touches you again, I swear."
With his arm offering support I knew that he cared and that's all I could ask for, I didn't need him to seek revenge. "I'm not afraid, just sad for him. He never used to be like that, you don't need to hurt him, but I appreciate it." I turned my head slightly so that I could feel Ben's gentle breath on my lips. My heart was racing as I leaned in, placing my mouth lightly on his. I could feel him hesitate, "It's okay," I whispered, "I'm okay." I shifted slightly so that I could slip a hand onto his hip. "I'm not broken, just bruised." I could feel his breathing change as I pulled him slowly closer until our thighs were touching. I was a little confused by the lust rising in my blood, but I needed to feel something that wasn't out of hate.
I moved slowly in, lifting my mouth to his, wanting to feel him pressed up against me again. In my excitement I squeezed him into me and he groaned in pain, causing me to pull back in surprise. He started to laugh a little at my expression, then winced as the laughter obviously hurt. I smiled sadly and lifted my hand up to his face, stroking it gently before bringing it to mine once more. I tried to be gentle, but as our lips met and I felt his body against mine, I lost control and started pulling him towards me, wanting his body even closer, wanted it to melt into mine until there was no air between us. His hand on my hip seemed to burn right through my jeans and caused a tugging in my groin as I imagined it sliding lower still. As our tongues wrapped around each other, I felt his pulse racing to match my own. His mouth on mine was hungry, searching, his hands starting to explore my body until I was tingling all over.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned into Ben's mouth. I didn't know what to do, my body was screaming in pain and in pleasure with the latter starting to take over, pushing the pain to the back of my mind. I slid my fingers under his shirt, running them up his ribs and down his chest, following the light trail of hair from his navel until he gasped as I ran them along his waistband. He wasn't wearing a belt and his jeans were loose enough on his hips that I could slide one hand in, feeling his erection straining against his boxers.
Ah fuck. He was so hard and I could feel I was the same. I popped the button with my other hand and manouvered him against the wall. I slowly slid to my knees as I slowly slid down the zipper, tugging his jeans down over his hips. His hands grasped my shoulders, causing me to yelp. He jumped, cursing and apologizing. I looked up at him from my position on the floor, "It's okay, but maybe you should just put your hands against the wall, eh?"
I apologized, then gently held his head in my hands. “Are you sure,” I asked softly. He just smiled mischievously back at me as he rubbed my dick through the thin fabric of my boxers before mercifully sliding them down too. I braced myself on the wall as he took me into his mouth, just the head at first, teasing me with his tongue and making me wish the wall came with handles. "Oh, god," I moaned softly, closing my eyes as his mouth enveloped more of my erection, his lips sealing around the shaft. With one hand he softly stroked my throbbing balls, causing my hips to buck forward involuntarily at the sensation.
I reached one hand down and placed it on the back of his head, my fingers getting tangled in his long hair as I pulled his head in closer. He murmured, a low guttural sound that vibrated up my cock and sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. "Fuck, you're so hot," I muttered, grasping at his bobbing head as he subtly changed speeds. "Oh, fuck... oh, god." I licked my lips and glanced down just as he looked up at me, his eyes smiling as he continued to take me in.
Ben's eyes were dark with desire as I met his gaze making me moan which made his head fall back against the wall. I placed a hand on each of his hips, pinning him there. I drew my head back, working my tongue up and back down to the base of his cock. When I pulled back again, I lightly scraped my teeth along his shaft until I had just the head of his cock between my lips causing him to moan again, this time louder. I could feel him start to shake as I moved back down, taking him deep into my throat.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, running my tongue over the fullness in my mouth. I hummed encouragingly and he shouted as he came, shooting hot into my throat. I swallowed every drop and cupped him gently as I pulled my mouth away. I noticed the red fingerprints I had left on his hips and reached out to touch them, knowing they would be blue later. "Ah, shit... I didn't mean to hurt you..." He knelt down beside me, taking my head between his hands and whispered, "Never."