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Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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Ben was happily getting settled for bed. He wasn't really sleepy, but Dean had a point about getting comfortable. He climbed under the covers, finding a comfortable way to sit against the pillows. He scowled playfully at Dean as the man ruffled his hair, protest he didn't really mean on his lips -- but it never materialized, because when Dean's hand pulled away all that he registered was hurt and pain. Ben wasn't a baby about pain; he'd spent the last two years as a hunter, been tossed around by pretty much every supernatural ugly he'd happened to come across. This wasn't just pain, it was agony.

He reached for Dean, helpless and thoughtless and needing to press in close because there was still that space in his brain where Dean made things better. His slighter body pressed in toward him, Ben having somehow managed to grab onto Dean's hand through the haze of pain and anything to make it stop. The fact that it did at least allowed him to catch his breath.

Normally, he'd have regained his composure and dutifully pulled away as if he hadn't just done that. But, he doesn't know what caused it, and he's reluctant to move, to breathe funny on the off chance of causing... whatever that was to happen again.

"..Dean? Are you okay?"

Ben was still shaking, his voice rough and ragged from the pain, green eyes just a little glassy.

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The pain was so intense he could barely move. In all honesty it reminded him of the Pit. Of the sheer agony he had experiened over and over again, only this was ten times worse because there was no reprieve this time. He was vaguely aware of whatever this was affecting Ben as well and that he didn't like. It was one thing to attack him, but someone he cared about? And he did care about Ben, he was aware of that, but hurting someone he liked wouldn't fly. Not that he would ever be able to find the son of a bitch that did this to them.

"Peachy," Dean bit out, raising his head to look up at Ben, the boy looking about as pained as he felt. He glanced down to their hands and felt a tiny little flutter in his chest but for the moment ignored it. For just a brief second he pulled his hand away, then clamped it back down when the pain returned, but only for a moment. So they couldn't let go or the pain would return. Awesome.

Just what was the hotel playing at? Because that's what this was. He'd been here long enough to know when the place was pulling tricks on them to get people to do what they wanted. Quite the pervy place, this hotel. "You okay, Ben?" Dean asked, concern lacing his voice, as he uncurled himself and used his grip on the boy to pull him closer. "It'll be okay, just don't let go, alright?" Unfortunately Dean knew what was going on if not why exactly, though he wasn't too keen on telling Ben just yet.

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Ben knew that neither of them were peachy, but, Dean was still talking, so that was at least something like a positive sign. After that rush of pain he'd been worried, a tight feeling in his cheat even as he told himself that Dean was always okay. He knew better than that, though. Caring for someone didn't mean they'd never get hurt. He almost choked on his breath, his body shuddering as Dean's hand briefly pulled away, only to have the pain return full force, white-hot and ripping through him more intense than anything. His nerves felt raw, and it was hard to catch his breath, his heart pounding from the adrenaline.

"I'm... I'm alright."

He was only too willing to let Dean pull him in closer, taking comfort in the proximity, the warmth of being close. He looked up, his fingers holding onto Dean's, trying to catch his breath. "What is that? How long does it last?" Ben is thinking of things like sunrise or when the moon reaches its zenith. He's still thinking of ghosts and witches and not love hotels.

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"Sorry, sorry," he whispered quietly, knowing the pain was just as bad for the teen as it was for him. "I had to see, I won't let go again, I promise," Dean said, his arm coming up to wrap around the kid and rub against his back in what he hoped was a soothing matter. Not for the first time Dean hated this hotel and the things it did to people. The things it made people do, that pissed him off more. Especially in times like this when there was no other viable choice other than to give in.

He wasn't sure he was ready to tell Ben about that yet, the kid was freaking out enough already, though he knew it would likely be best if it was out in the open. "I don't know what it is, exactly, but it's the hotel's doing -- or whoever's running it. And.. there's only one way to get rid of it." It took a moment for him to pull up the courage to plow through. "Sex," he said, looking away to some other place in the room. "That's the only way to stop it. It won't get worse but it won't go away otherwise."

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The way that Dean pulled him in close, fingers stroking against his back soothed, quieted at the pain that still echoed in his body, finally ebbing. He murmured in response to that reassurance, that he wouldn't let go. His hand tightening just a little against Dean's. Ben liked being close, liked the way that it felt, but that stubborn nature hated being coerced, hated being forced. Even still, as intense as the pain was, knowing it would hurt Dean, too, he couldn't really even think of pulling away.

Ben fell silent for a long minute as he processed Dean's explanation, wide-eyed, flushed with embarrassment he tried to hide against the other man's body. Ben wasn't exactly a virgin, but he didn't have a lot of experience, either. And it was Dean. That was... almost incestual. Which isn't to say he had never thought about it before.

"So... Until we have sex, any time we're not touching it hurts?" His voice was quiet, small, because he had so many conflicting feelings about that, and so many of them were seriously weird.

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"Yeah, pretty much," he murmured, not liking it at all to be honest. Sure, okay, so he sorta was developing a thing for the kid but he would have otherwise kept his hands to himself. Really, he would have. Ben was still a teenager and he didn't need to be forced into situations like this, as if he hadn't had enough on his plate apparently to worry about, now there was forced sex with someone he didn't want. Way to go, hotel, really. Just when he thought you were sorta cool.

"Look, I know it's a shitty situation and not something you'd ever pictured for yourself but we could try just.. me getting you off or something, see if that works. It might not even require actual intercourse." Oh god, how he even said any of that without blushing was beyond him. He tried to keep it clinical, and it was a lot better than 'maybe we should just get you drunk first'.

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Ben was processing all of this, trying to figure out what to do. He sighed slowly, reaching up, letting the hand that wasn't clutching to Dean's softly trail over the line of his shoulder. Because Dean was quite frankly entirely wrong. Okay, so he'd never imagined being forced into it by a creepy hotel. But, sex with Dean? More than once. A lot more than once, actually. He's blushing, his face heated, looking at Dean wide-eyed and uncertain because he likes the idea of touching. He's just not sure what Dean thinks about that, and so he's trying not to entirely give himself away.

He swallowed, trying to find something to say. Words were so difficult once the word sex was being tossed around. "I don't think we can keep touching forever, so.. Whatever you think will work." That didn't sound too eager, did it? Truthfully, he didn't like the situation. If he was going to do something with Dean, he'd have much preferred it was uncoerced, something where he could have been sure that Dean wanted him.

But things being as they were it didn't really make sense to play the shirking violet.

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The light touch didn't go unnoticed though at the moment he wasn't sure what to make of it, despite how nice and distracting it was. The blush on the boy's face is actually kind of endearing, but he nodded anyway. "Okay," he said as he gently glided his hand up and down Ben's back, then pulled it away so he could slowly ease the boy onto his back on the mattress. At least they were already on a bed, heh.

"We'll start out small, see if it works." He doubted it would be that easy, but he couldn't help but hope for it. "What would you like?" Dean asked, leaving the decision up to Ben. He was already being forced into this, he didn't want to take all of the teen's control away from him. He wasn't that cruel, could never be that mean to someone, let alone someone as young as Ben.

"My mouth? My hand? Something else?"

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He leaned into Dean's hand against his back before it pulled away, bodies still touching at the older hunter gently shifted Ben onto his back on the bed. His heart was pounding, his lips slightly parted as he looked wide-eyed up at Dean. He nodded in soft agreement to the statement about starting small, and then Dean was asking what he'd like. And that felt like a rigged question, even though he knew that it wasn't. He wanted to tell Dean that he didn't have to do this, but if what Dean said was right, that wasn't true.

"This shouldn't be one-sided. If we have any hope of getting away without actual sex, probably our best chance would be both getting each other off." Ben was quiet and was totally not looking at Dean. He might not be a virgin, but this was different. And if he had to look at Dean, he didn't think he'd have been able to say it. Awkward situation, forced sexual relations, and Ben was already half-hard in his boxers.

Fuck you, teenage libido.

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Dean damn near groaned at the suggestion, hanging his head slightly to keep his own slight flush hidden. He really shouldn't have found the idea so damn arousing. "You're right. I doubt the hotel would let us go if it was just one of us." Otherwise only one of them would feel the pain when separated, not both. This really was a shitty situation all around, wasn't? If he were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he wouldn't have minded sacking the teen if the circumstances were normal. Not that anything was normal in this cursed place.

"If it means anything, I'm sorry it had to be like this," Dean said quietly as he reached out and hooked his fingers into the teen's boxers, for the moment ignoring the slight tent in them. "Remember to keep touching me," he reminded the teen. He remembered what it was like to be that young, when practically anything got him hard. He tugged them down slowly, over slender hips and down his legs, pulling them off. Dean opted to leave the kid's shirt on, to give him at least that much comfort, so he wouldn't have to be completely naked. Then after a shaky moment, he pushed his own pajama pants down, himself half hard, he had been for awhile now though he'd been intent on just ignoring it.

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"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize. You always blame yourself for things that aren't your fault." There was a weight there, talking about more than just right here, right now. And then Ben was sucking it a shivering breath, because Dean's hands were in the waist of his boxers, and it was suddenly very difficult to think of anything else. There was breathless agreement as Dean told him not to stop touching him- as if that was really a concern- and then the older hunter was sliding Ben's boxers down off his hips and down his legs, leaving him half-naked and his breath stuttered. Awkward situation or not, this was still hot.

Ben couldn't help looking as Dean pulled his pajama pants down, couldn't help the way his eyes darted to the man's half-erect length. When clothes were coming off it was harder to pretend that he wasn't interested. One hand sliding against Dean's side, over ribs and the muscle of his chest, trying to distract himself from outright oogling. It didn't really work.

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A strange look passed over his face at the comment but he chose to ignore it. It'd already sort of been established that the kid knew him somehow, maybe they were from a future timeline and Ben had known him then. Whatever the case, he pushed it out of his head. His own breath stilted slightly at the touch against his side and he looked down to find the boy's hand moving over him, and he let him. Didn't push or brush it away. It shouldn't be so arousing, the look on Ben's face in that moment.

So, he figured they'd start out simple. No outright sex unless this didn't work. Shifting closer, Dean reached down to gingerly spread the boy's legs wider so he could move in between them. His breath hitched as he lined himself up and rocked down against the teen, rubbing their half-hard cocks together before reaching down and wrapping his hand around them both, stroking once or twice, pausing to let the teen get used to the sensation, himself letting out a quiet moan.

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Ben gasped as Dean parted his legs, the older man pressing in between his thighs. He moaned softly as Dean lined up their cocks, rocked down against him. It flashed heat through him, made him tremble, arching his hips up into the friction. Dean's hand wrapping around them both, stroking, and Ben's eyes fluttered, his head tipping back with a low groan as his hands clutched in the hunter's shirt. Pleasure intense and so very good and his cock was aching under the grasp of the hunter's fingers, the way it felt to have their erections pressed together.

Ben was flushed, his eyes bright, but now it was more arousal than that faint embarrassment. His hands uncurling from his tee-shirt, slowly palming down the older man's chest instead. Not sure if this was strictly allowed, but he wanted to, wanted to steal at least a little more than just what the hotel was forcing them into. His eyes looking to Dean, pink lips parted as he panted for heated breath, trying to decide if this was okay.

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The teen's responses were more arousing than he thought they'd be and he enjoyed the way Ben moved beneath him, arching up against him. It made him pant and lowering his head he nipped along the slender column of his neck, nosing just under his chin. He could feel the light touches to his chest, uncertain and unsure, and he wanted Ben to enjoy this as much as either of them could given the circumstances. Pulling back a little, he looked down at the teen as his hand slowly began to move, stroking up and down rhythmically, unable to help the push of his hips as he rocked into it.

"You can touch me," Dean panted out, licking his lips. "Wherever you want, it's okay." It felt good, as well, feeling those hands on him even just over his shirt like this.

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Ben moaned at the feeling of Dean's teeth nipping up along his neck, his head tilting back to give the older man more room, more access to skin. He liked that, liked that a lot. There was a low groan as Dean's hand started moving as his lips pulled back, leaving Ben's skin tingling, his hips moving into the friction, the way that tight ring of fingers stroked over both of their erections. His body shifting, pressing into it, low moans on his lips. It had been quite a while since anyone had touched him, and it was Dean, and that made him shake, fluttering eyelashes as he unevenly jerked hips into the heat of fingers, and the feel of friction.

That permission drew a curving smile to his lips as he looked up at Dean. A nod of understanding as his hands slipped up under the hem of Dean's shirt, just touching skin for a moment as he took in the feeling. And then his hands were palming up the man's body, shifting in closer, desire a bright spark in green eyes as he watched him. Ben's fingers splayed against Dean's chest, tracing muscles and scars as noises of pleasure stumbled from the teen's lips.

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"Yeah, that's it," he murmured quietly. "Just feel it." His eyes, green and dark, pupils blown, tracked over every expression the boy made. The flutter of his eyes; lashes against his cheeks which were flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, he was sure to the quick rise and fall of his chest with each pant of breath he let out and took in. They tracked further down to the pump of the teen's hips as he rocked up into the tight curl of his hand, the head of his cock peeking through the ring of his fingers with every thrust. A friction he could feel against his own hardness that had him moaning and panting unrestrained.

Flicking his eyes back up he watched the way Ben touched him, eager strokes of his fingers against his skin beneath his shirt and there was no mistaking the want in the teen's eyes -- he'd seen it often enough to know. Lowering his head, Dean pressed his mouth softly to Ben's, a slant of his lips as he kissed the teen slowly though in contrast his hand sped up, fingers curling tighter as he stroked, unable to keep his own hips still as he thrust into it.