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Title: The Almost Mile High Club
Pairing: Ben Barnes/Skandar Keynes
Rating: R
Summary: Ben can’t sleep on flights.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people (but wouldn’t it be great if I did?) and am not claiming any of this to be true (but wouldn’t it be great if it was?)
A/N: This is my first ever Ben/Skandar attempt, inspired by deeptown_girl with the prompt for drabbles earlier. This one's for you, baby!
It’s four A.M and Ben can’t sleep. He can never sleep while on a plane. It’s been exactly ten hours since they boarded the plane, and it will be another five hours before they land to Melbourne, Australia, for another premier and another party with people he doesn’t even know. Ben rubs his temples, as if coaxing the sleep to come, but to no avail. He shifts uncomfortably, his muscles tired and sore from the long flight, brushing his fingers over his lips. He contemplates on buying a movie to watch, knowing it will leave him tired and cranky for the morning, but at least he would keep him occupied for the remaining hours of the flight.
“Ben? You awake?”
He looks up, startled by the sudden noise in the silent cabin.
“Skan. You scared the living shit out of me.” He smiles, calmer now, to the dark youth cowering over his seat.
“Sorry.” Skandar’s not sorry at all. “I thought you were asleep.”
“You know me.” Ben shifts again when Skandar climbs over the seat behind him and curls up on the free one next to him. “I never sleep on planes.”
“Yeah.” Skandar says, stretching his muscles, as if he just woke up. “You’re weird that way.”
“Weird?” Ben snorts, and pushes Skandar who balances on the seat he just landed on. Skan grabs the arm rest for support.
“I take it back. You’re a dick.” Skandar laughs, pulls himself to the seat and pushes back, gently.
“You, young sir, should not use such language.” Ben teases, taps his index finger on the boys nose. “I might just tell your mother.”
“Oh please.” Skandar snorts. “That shit is really getting old.”
“Old?” Ben pushed a strand of hair from Skandar’s forehead playfully. Skandar makes a face, but doesn’t pull away like Ben thought he might. Instead, he is actually leaning over to his touch.
“Can I sleep here?” He asks then. Ben tilts his head, shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him, lifts the arm rest and beckons Skandar to come closer.
“’Course you can.”
Skandar crawls over to him, places his head against Bens chest and wraps an arm around him. Ben frowns. He didn’t mind making room for Skandar, but he wasn’t expecting the younger man to crawl to his personal space. He doesn’t push him away, though. He knows how hard it is for Skandar to travel on his own, without the other three ‘Pevensies’ to keep him company. He doesn’t object when Skandar digs his hip to his, his arms hold him tighter. He resumes staring out from the window, lazily playing with the dark locks of Skandar’s hair, his free hands fingertips pressed against his lips, his thoughts deep somewhere else.
He jerks a little when Skandar’s hand trails down his side and lands on his thigh. Ben looks down, but Skandar seems to be completely asleep, his breath steady and his body not moving. Ben shifts a little, and thinks nothing more of it, until the hand moves again, and cups his groin.
“What the…” He mumbles, pushes the dark locks of Skandar’s hair from his forehead and reveals his face. Skandar is not asleep. It’s quite clear to Ben he hasn’t been sleeping at all. His eyes, dark as they are, glitter with something Ben isn’t sure he wants to recognise. He reaches for Skandar’s wrist, to remove it from where it is, but Skandar pushes his hand away, certain. “What the hell, Skan?”
Skandar doesn’t reply with words, but with a twist of his wrist, a soft movement of his palm. The friction of his hand against Bens cock makes Ben take a sharp breath through his teeth. Another stroke and Ben realises that even though his mind can conjure about a thousand reasons as to why this is so utterly wrong his body actually responses to the feather light touch. He grabs Skandar’s wrist, shakes his head.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Skandar asks, quietly, glancing over at the seat next to them, as if to make sure the person sleeping there has not stirred.
“You can’t do that.” Ben says. “I can’t even imagine why you would want to.”
“What do you mean? Because I’m too young to know that you’re gay?” Skandar asks, with a ridiculing smile on his face.
Bens brow shoots up, and he tilts his head to look at Skandar, his lips parting. “Who told you?”
Skandar snorts again. “No-one told me. I figured it out.”
“You figured it out.” Ben repeats, runs a hand over his face and laughs dryly. “Well, you are a smart…”
“If you call me a boy I will seriously hurt you.” Skandar warns. Ben sighs, licks his lips and taps Skandar’s shoulder somewhat dismissively. He figures Skandar is just making fun of him, mocking him. He can appreciate it, Skandar is young, and this might just be a bit much for him. Or perhaps he is just playing a practical joke on him. It doesn’t really matter. Whatever it is, it’s just… wrong.
“Okay, fine. I get it.” He says. “Just… Just go to sleep.”
Skandar stares at his for a while, his eyes unreadable, his face like thunder. “Why do you have to belittle me like that?”
“Belittle? Skan, what the hell?” Ben is really confused now.
“When did you realise you were gay?”
“When? I don’t know. Eighteen, maybe twenty. Why?”
“I’m eighteen soon, Ben. Why would you be able to figure yourself out by then but I couldn’t?” Skandar asks, his voice crossed. “Why can’t I be gay?”
“Well, are you?” Ben asks then, glancing over to the seats around him to make sure the other passengers aren’t witnessing Skandar ‘outing himself’.
“Yes.” Skandar says, nodding. He licks his lips, his expression eager. “I think so.”
“You think so?” Ben smiles affectionately, cups Skandar’s face with his palm and strokes the youths cheek with his thumb. “I think you need to be a bit surer than that.”
Skandar purses his lips, then suddenly reaches closer, bridging the small distance between them and plants his lips on Bens. Ben arches his brow at the contact, doesn’t close his eyes even though Skandar closes his, and lands his hand to Skandar’s shoulder ready to push the boy away.
When Skandar’s tongue brushes over his lips, he hesitates for a moment.
“I’m sure.” Skandar mumbles against his lips, his hands trailing down Bens torso, cupping his groin, and damn if Bens cock isn’t responding to it. All the blood in his body seems to be surging to his crotch, and all coherent thought with it.
“No. No, we shouldn’t, we really shouldn’t.” Ben murmurs against Skandar’s lips, while he cups his face and laps his tongue over his. “This is so fucked up.”
“Yeah.” Skandar whispers, but doesn’t cease to stroke Bens member anyway.
Finally, Ben gets the strength to push Skandar away from him. He needs air, he needs time to think, he has to figure this out.
“No.” He says when Skandar tries to reclaim his lips. “No, not like this anyway.”
“Like what?”
“Like, a dryhump in a plane, on an uncomfortable seat, in public. That’s no way to… well, you know.” Ben motions his hand towards Skandar. “Loose your… you know.”
“I could…” Skandar’s eyes lit up, and Ben scares himself by actually considering that perhaps he really could.
“No!” He exclaims, perhaps a little too loudly, his voice a little too high pitched. “No.” He says then, quieter. “And not before you’re of age anyway. Don’t make that face at me.” He sighs when Skandar does make a face. “Have you got any idea how much trouble I could get into if I… If we…”
“But you’re not saying; ‘No. never’?” Skandar asks, licking his lips.
Ben looks at him, hems and cups his face again, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of Skandar’s mouth. “No. I’m not saying ‘No, never’.”
“Good.” Skandar says, then, carefully places himself on Bens lap again, resting his head on Bens chest and wrapping his arm around him. Ben smiles against Skandar’s hair, softly pets the dark curls.
Damn Skandar and his boyish good looks, he thinks to himself, letting out a soft laugh.
Pairing: Ben Barnes/Skandar Keynes
Rating: R
Summary: Ben can’t sleep on flights.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people (but wouldn’t it be great if I did?) and am not claiming any of this to be true (but wouldn’t it be great if it was?)
A/N: This is my first ever Ben/Skandar attempt, inspired by deeptown_girl with the prompt for drabbles earlier. This one's for you, baby!
It’s four A.M and Ben can’t sleep. He can never sleep while on a plane. It’s been exactly ten hours since they boarded the plane, and it will be another five hours before they land to Melbourne, Australia, for another premier and another party with people he doesn’t even know. Ben rubs his temples, as if coaxing the sleep to come, but to no avail. He shifts uncomfortably, his muscles tired and sore from the long flight, brushing his fingers over his lips. He contemplates on buying a movie to watch, knowing it will leave him tired and cranky for the morning, but at least he would keep him occupied for the remaining hours of the flight.
“Ben? You awake?”
He looks up, startled by the sudden noise in the silent cabin.
“Skan. You scared the living shit out of me.” He smiles, calmer now, to the dark youth cowering over his seat.
“Sorry.” Skandar’s not sorry at all. “I thought you were asleep.”
“You know me.” Ben shifts again when Skandar climbs over the seat behind him and curls up on the free one next to him. “I never sleep on planes.”
“Yeah.” Skandar says, stretching his muscles, as if he just woke up. “You’re weird that way.”
“Weird?” Ben snorts, and pushes Skandar who balances on the seat he just landed on. Skan grabs the arm rest for support.
“I take it back. You’re a dick.” Skandar laughs, pulls himself to the seat and pushes back, gently.
“You, young sir, should not use such language.” Ben teases, taps his index finger on the boys nose. “I might just tell your mother.”
“Oh please.” Skandar snorts. “That shit is really getting old.”
“Old?” Ben pushed a strand of hair from Skandar’s forehead playfully. Skandar makes a face, but doesn’t pull away like Ben thought he might. Instead, he is actually leaning over to his touch.
“Can I sleep here?” He asks then. Ben tilts his head, shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him, lifts the arm rest and beckons Skandar to come closer.
“’Course you can.”
Skandar crawls over to him, places his head against Bens chest and wraps an arm around him. Ben frowns. He didn’t mind making room for Skandar, but he wasn’t expecting the younger man to crawl to his personal space. He doesn’t push him away, though. He knows how hard it is for Skandar to travel on his own, without the other three ‘Pevensies’ to keep him company. He doesn’t object when Skandar digs his hip to his, his arms hold him tighter. He resumes staring out from the window, lazily playing with the dark locks of Skandar’s hair, his free hands fingertips pressed against his lips, his thoughts deep somewhere else.
He jerks a little when Skandar’s hand trails down his side and lands on his thigh. Ben looks down, but Skandar seems to be completely asleep, his breath steady and his body not moving. Ben shifts a little, and thinks nothing more of it, until the hand moves again, and cups his groin.
“What the…” He mumbles, pushes the dark locks of Skandar’s hair from his forehead and reveals his face. Skandar is not asleep. It’s quite clear to Ben he hasn’t been sleeping at all. His eyes, dark as they are, glitter with something Ben isn’t sure he wants to recognise. He reaches for Skandar’s wrist, to remove it from where it is, but Skandar pushes his hand away, certain. “What the hell, Skan?”
Skandar doesn’t reply with words, but with a twist of his wrist, a soft movement of his palm. The friction of his hand against Bens cock makes Ben take a sharp breath through his teeth. Another stroke and Ben realises that even though his mind can conjure about a thousand reasons as to why this is so utterly wrong his body actually responses to the feather light touch. He grabs Skandar’s wrist, shakes his head.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Skandar asks, quietly, glancing over at the seat next to them, as if to make sure the person sleeping there has not stirred.
“You can’t do that.” Ben says. “I can’t even imagine why you would want to.”
“What do you mean? Because I’m too young to know that you’re gay?” Skandar asks, with a ridiculing smile on his face.
Bens brow shoots up, and he tilts his head to look at Skandar, his lips parting. “Who told you?”
Skandar snorts again. “No-one told me. I figured it out.”
“You figured it out.” Ben repeats, runs a hand over his face and laughs dryly. “Well, you are a smart…”
“If you call me a boy I will seriously hurt you.” Skandar warns. Ben sighs, licks his lips and taps Skandar’s shoulder somewhat dismissively. He figures Skandar is just making fun of him, mocking him. He can appreciate it, Skandar is young, and this might just be a bit much for him. Or perhaps he is just playing a practical joke on him. It doesn’t really matter. Whatever it is, it’s just… wrong.
“Okay, fine. I get it.” He says. “Just… Just go to sleep.”
Skandar stares at his for a while, his eyes unreadable, his face like thunder. “Why do you have to belittle me like that?”
“Belittle? Skan, what the hell?” Ben is really confused now.
“When did you realise you were gay?”
“When? I don’t know. Eighteen, maybe twenty. Why?”
“I’m eighteen soon, Ben. Why would you be able to figure yourself out by then but I couldn’t?” Skandar asks, his voice crossed. “Why can’t I be gay?”
“Well, are you?” Ben asks then, glancing over to the seats around him to make sure the other passengers aren’t witnessing Skandar ‘outing himself’.
“Yes.” Skandar says, nodding. He licks his lips, his expression eager. “I think so.”
“You think so?” Ben smiles affectionately, cups Skandar’s face with his palm and strokes the youths cheek with his thumb. “I think you need to be a bit surer than that.”
Skandar purses his lips, then suddenly reaches closer, bridging the small distance between them and plants his lips on Bens. Ben arches his brow at the contact, doesn’t close his eyes even though Skandar closes his, and lands his hand to Skandar’s shoulder ready to push the boy away.
When Skandar’s tongue brushes over his lips, he hesitates for a moment.
“I’m sure.” Skandar mumbles against his lips, his hands trailing down Bens torso, cupping his groin, and damn if Bens cock isn’t responding to it. All the blood in his body seems to be surging to his crotch, and all coherent thought with it.
“No. No, we shouldn’t, we really shouldn’t.” Ben murmurs against Skandar’s lips, while he cups his face and laps his tongue over his. “This is so fucked up.”
“Yeah.” Skandar whispers, but doesn’t cease to stroke Bens member anyway.
Finally, Ben gets the strength to push Skandar away from him. He needs air, he needs time to think, he has to figure this out.
“No.” He says when Skandar tries to reclaim his lips. “No, not like this anyway.”
“Like what?”
“Like, a dryhump in a plane, on an uncomfortable seat, in public. That’s no way to… well, you know.” Ben motions his hand towards Skandar. “Loose your… you know.”
“I could…” Skandar’s eyes lit up, and Ben scares himself by actually considering that perhaps he really could.
“No!” He exclaims, perhaps a little too loudly, his voice a little too high pitched. “No.” He says then, quieter. “And not before you’re of age anyway. Don’t make that face at me.” He sighs when Skandar does make a face. “Have you got any idea how much trouble I could get into if I… If we…”
“But you’re not saying; ‘No. never’?” Skandar asks, licking his lips.
Ben looks at him, hems and cups his face again, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of Skandar’s mouth. “No. I’m not saying ‘No, never’.”
“Good.” Skandar says, then, carefully places himself on Bens lap again, resting his head on Bens chest and wrapping his arm around him. Ben smiles against Skandar’s hair, softly pets the dark curls.
Damn Skandar and his boyish good looks, he thinks to himself, letting out a soft laugh.