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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Four_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Ben_Grimm/Reed_Richards
  Character:
      Ben_Grimm, Reed_Richards
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Kink_Exploration, Good_Job_Boys_You're
      Communicating, Idiot_Teenagers_Exploring_Themselves_and_Eachother, I'm
      not_sure_what_kinks_will_be_in_this_so_watch_this_space_to_see_what
      changes!, Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-31 Chapters: 1/? Words: 7065
****** Drumming Song ******
by amaronith
Summary
     Reed was naked and kneeling on a cold, hard floor, his hands clasped
     behind his back, and there was someone walking behind him, heavy work
     boots thudding against the floor with every step and making Reed’s
     cock twitch with each one.
     “S-Sir?”
     “Did I say you could speak?” A voice rumbled behind him, masculine
     and familiar.
     “N-no, Sir-!”
     “Do I need to punish you, Reed?”
     Reed shook his head, biting on his lower lip.
      
     Reed discovers the multiverse, kink, books, and Ben.
     Maybe not in that order, though.
Notes
     half a gift for lamujerarana, and half just something I needed to get
     out of my head.
     Fully expect this to update slowly while I try to figure out a good
     fic update cycle schedule or something.
     Shout out to Polaris for putting up with my nonsense.
For all that Reed felt like he was adopted, that the people who were his mother
and stepfather were completely alien to him, there was one thing he got from
his mother: a love of reading. That was where the similarities ended, as far as
Reed was concerned, because he was far more picky about what he read, and his
mother read romance novels she’d leave in the bathroom basket.
(He had asked once, why she left them in the bathroom, and she had laughed and
kissed his head. “It’s the only place I have any time to myself, Reed. And you
know how I have to multitask.”
He had to agree with the wisdom, there.)
To be fair, Reed read those, too, because if he got too picky about what he
read, he’d be stuck reading the back of his stepfather’s disgusting smelling
aftershave for the bazillionth time. But he was highly critical of them, and
his mother just ‘read them for fun, honestly, Reed, you act like you have to
write a book report about everything you pick up.’
(He did write them, because he was currently waging academic war on his English
teacher, but that was not the point. The point was there were only so many
times he could read about a wealthy duke being an asshole to the servant girl
he ends up marrying because seeing her bare tits makes him magically not a
giant dick anymore before Reed wanted to rip his hair out and scream in
frustration.)
So when he went into the bathroom and saw that there was a new book in his
mother’s reading basket, he picked it up once he sat down. He frowned when he
saw the bottom of the book was warped, like his mother had gotten it wet
reading it in the bath.
“’Fifty Shades of Grey’?” The name tugged at the back of his mind, like he had
heard it somewhere before, but couldn’t quite place it. Something from school,
maybe?
Reed shrugged, flipped open the front cover, and began to read.
—
Reed jerked a little in surprise as there was sudden, loud banging on the
bathroom door, clutching the book to his chest in wide-eyed panic. “What the
hell are you doing in there, Reed?! You’ve been in there for almost an hour!”
his stepfather yelled.
Had it been that long? Shit. “I, uh, I think there was dairy in something I ate
today…”
“For the love of Christ, be more careful about that, would ya?” His stepfather
groused. “Your mother and I are going out for supper, do you want us to wait
for you?”
“No! No, you two go on… I, uh, I might be a while…”
His stepfather sighed heavily. “We’ll pick you up some Pepto or something.
Drink some Gatorade when you get out of there, okay?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, okay. Thanks.”
“Friggin’ kid,” His stepfather grumbled as he walked away.
Reed’s entire body felt like it was on fire with mortification. The book was
terrible - he could see why his mother would’ve wanted to be undisturbed while
reading it - but there was something about the sexual lifestyle that Mr. Grey
and Ana had that had left Reed awkwardly half hard. BDSM couldn’t really be
like that.
Could it?
The front door closed, and Reed guiltily pulled the book away from his chest.
He had research to do.
After he finished the book.
—
Reed’s research had turned up that there were, in fact, a ton of things that
the book had gotten wrong, which he felt weirdly smug about.
His research also turned up that Reed was far more interested in being
someone’s submissive than being a dominant, but could see the appeal in being a
switch.
After moving everything he saved to a hidden folder buried in another folder
called ‘research’, he cleared his search history, just to be on the safe side
(even though his parents never used his computer and he had done all his
searches in an incognito window), and took a slow, deep breath. He had been
half-hard through all of his research, but the idea of jerking off felt weird.
He wanted to see Ben, to call him over and bury themselves in hours of work on
the teleporter.
Reed shook himself and took a quick, cold shower instead, before he made
himself a sandwich and poked at his equations for the teleporter in his
notebook.
(The jittery feeling under his skin didn’t go away, but then again, he hadn’t
expected it to.)
—
Reed was naked and kneeling on a cold, hard floor, his hands clasped behind his
back, and there was someone walking behind him, heavy work boots thudding
against the floor with every step and making Reed’s cock twitch with each one.
“S-Sir?”
“Did I say you could speak?” A voice rumbled behind him, masculine and
familiar.
“N-no, Sir-!”
“Do I need to punish you, Reed?”
Reed shook his head, biting on his lower lip.
Hands settled on Reed’s shoulders, thumbs pressing hard into the muscles in
Reed’s back and he struggled not to moan with how good it felt. “Here’s what
we’re going to do, Reed. I’m going to tie you down to my bed, and I’m going to
leave you there while a remote-controlled toy gets you nice and open for me.
When I decide you’re ready-” the voice was next to Reed’s ear now, breath hot
on his skin. “I’m going to settle myself between those long, gorgeous legs of
yours, and I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you up with so much come
it’s going to spill out of you every time you move - I’ll have to stick a toy
in you to make sure it all stays in, because you like being full like that.
Keep it inside you all night and make you go to school like that so I can fuck
you in the locker room after gym class, and make you scream for me so loud
everyone will know what we’re doing. But they can’t touch you, because you’re
mine, Reed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Reed said, feeling dizzy at the prospect..
“Good boy,” his Sir murmured, tugging gently on Reed’s ear with his teeth and
causing Reed’s cock to twitch again. “What’s your color, sweetheart?”
“Green,” Reed breathed out.
“Good. Get up and get on the bed.”
Reed got to his feet and turned to face his Sir and- “Ben?!”
Reed jolted awake with a gasp, heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest as
he struggled to catch his breath.
Why would he be dreaming about Ben?
--
Reed took another shower, letting the water pound on the back of his neck and
his shoulders as he bowed his head in thought. It was bothering him, that he’d
dream about Ben like that.
Who cared if Ben’s shoulders had gotten broader and broader with every summer?
Or if Reed sometimes got distracted when their faces were close when they
worked on the teleporter together? If Reed sometimes got hot and flushed when
Ben stripped out of his shirt after working in the junkyard, it was just
because Ben’s jeans would slip a little low on his hips and-
Ben was someone he cared about! Who he trusted with his life, his dream (Ben
had taken that dream and made it his own, even!), his heart and soul and-
Okay, so when Reed put it all like that, it was really obvious as to why his
brain put Ben as his Dom in the dream. It still didn't mean anything.
Ben didn't even like guys. At least, probably not, anyway. Even if he did,
there was no guarantee that he liked Reed. And even if that were the case, that
was no reason to believe that he’d be into tying Reed up.
But if he was…?
Reed bit his lower lip as he wrapped a hand around his cock and closed his
eyes.
Ben…
Reed let himself think about all the things he found attractive about Ben -
things he told himself, before, that were just attractive in general and Ben
just so happened to have them all - like his broad shoulders that Reed often
found himself daydreaming about, or the freckles across his nose that only came
out in the summer. The way Ben’s eyes crinkled when he laughed, and the soft
way he smiled at Reed that had always given Reed butterflies in his stomach.
The way Ben said his name, a thousand different ways, but each one with its own
distinct meaning.
Reed thought about Ben’s hands, how they’d feel on Reed’s body, how Ben would
sound calling Reed “good boy” the same way he murmured it to his dogs, how Ben
might call Reed “beautiful” with Reed covered in his come, or even just
brushing the backs of his fingers over Reed’s cheek when they worked on the
teleporter together-
Reed sucked in a sharp breath as he came, teeth clamped hard on his lower lip
to keep from making any extra noise that might wake up his mother and
stepfather. He watched his come swirl down the drain as he gasped for breath.
Okay, so he definitely had a thing for his best friend.
How the hell was he gonna look Ben in the eye now?
—
Reed felt awkward and tense at school the next day, and his Calculus teacher
even asked him if he needed to go to the nurse because he was ‘flushed’, and if
he had a fever he had no business getting everyone else sick.
He spent two periods in the nurse’s office because he couldn’t stop thinking
about Ben bending him over his desk and fucking him, or Ben making good on
Dream-Ben’s promise and fucking him in the locker room after gym class.
How mortifying.
Ben showed up at the nurse’s office just as the second bell rang for fourth
period - they both had lunch. “Hey. You okay? You weren’t in English - I think
Mr. Liebowitz cried actual tears of joy at not being given a book report
today.”
Reed let out a weak chuckle. “I just wasn’t feeling well in Calc, so Mrs. Katz
sent me to the nurse.”
“Yeah, you look like crap.” Ben brushed Reed’s hair off his forehead and
pressed his wrist to it, and Reed had to close his eyes and curl up on his side
more to hide his boner from Ben. “You should head home - I’ll get the rest of
today’s assignments for you.” Ben was just running his fingers through Reed’s
hair now, gentle and tender the way he had been the last time Reed had gotten
blown back from the teleporter and cracked his head on the floor.
“Don’t feel like dealing with my stepfather,” Reed mumbled into his arm,
wanting Ben to both stop touching him and to never stop touching him ever.
“So go to my place - you have the keys to my room.”
Ben had his bedroom over the garage as a weird sort of gift from his mother
when he turned fifteen - she had muttered darkly about him being a teenage boy
and needing his space, and Ben had just shared a look with Reed and shrugged;
he didn’t understand it, either, but it meant that they didn’t bother the rest
of the house when they stayed up late into the night talking about design specs
for the teleporter, and Ben got a sweet set up with his own- very small-
bathroom with a shower stall in it.
“Ben-”
“Seriously. Go - I’ll cut gym and be there before you know it.”
The nurse cleared her throat pointedly, and Ben glanced at her over his
shoulder. “I’ll write you a note for gym, Mr. Grimm,” she said, flatly.
Ben gave her a sheepish smile that turned into a grin when he looked back to
Reed. “See? It’s fine. I’ll see you at home.”
Reed nodded against his backpack - he had been using it as a makeshift pillow -
but hid his face more in it as he finally made himself ask “will you keep
petting my hair?”
Ben was quiet and still for a long moment before his fingers started moving
through Reed’s hair again. “Yeah, buddy. I’ll stay here with you until the next
bell, and then you’ll head off, okay?”
Yes, Sir. Reed nodded, his throat tight and his skin hot and itchy as his eyes
burned and god he was so hard he was aching, and Ben’s touch was just so sweet
and gentle…
Reed was the worst. The absolute worst.
—
As ordered, Reed headed to the Grimm family junkyard instead of his own house,
climbed the stairs to Ben’s room and let himself in with his key before
slumping back against the door with a whine as he dropped his backpack to the
side of it.
What the hell was he supposed to do now? Sit by the door an wait for Ben like a
good boy? Except Ben sent him here because he thought Reed was sick. And it was
a dangerous game for his brain to be playing, putting Ben into the role of Sir
without Ben consenting to it. Or even knowing about it.
Reed looked around the room for anything to distract himself from his thoughts,
and his eyes landed on Ben’s bed, unmade and slept in and looking so soft and
inviting. Reed looked down at his feet. Ben let him sleep in his bed with him,
said that if he left Reed to his own devices on an air mattress on the floor,
Reed never actually got to sleep.
And it's not like Ben was wrong about that, either.
Ben would want Reed to sleep.
Reed nodded to himself. Sleep was clearly what he needed more of. But first, a
shower.
(He liked the way Ben smelled - he had told his friend as much, loopy and punch
drunk from lack of sleep - and the chance to smell like Ben, even for a little
while, was too tempting to pass up.)
He stripped down in Ben's tiny closet of a bathroom and scrubbed at himself
with Ben’s soap and washcloth, washed his hair with Ben’s two in one
conditioner, and tried not to think about what Ben would say to Reed smelling
like him.
Maybe Ben wouldn't say anything, maybe he wouldn't find it that weird - it
wasn't like Reed never showered at Ben’s place before.
Reed reluctantly tugged his boxers back on and towel dried his hair to the
point where he was sure it wouldn't drip too badly on Ben’s pillow, and then
climbed into Ben's bed, wrapped himself up in Ben's blanket and breathed in the
scent of his pillow.
He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but he didn't have any weird dreams,
either.
--
A warm hand ran through his hair and Reed sighed, tipping his face into the
touch. “Mmm?”
“Hey. You up for eating some soup? It's from the diner.”
Reed blinked blearily, and fumbled for his glasses where he had left them on
the window sill. “Ben?”
“Yeah. You okay? You don't seem feverish anymore, which is good.”
Reed stretched with a low groan. “I should just move in with you,” he said with
a sigh. “That was the best sleep I’ve gotten-”
“Since the last time you slept over, you wingnut. C’mon. Sit up and eat your
soup.”
Reed rubbed at his head with a sheepish smile at Ben. “You always take such
good care of me.”
Ben rolled his eyes as he handed Reed the styrofoam cup of matzo ball soup.
“Someone has to. C’mon, eat. I got your assignments for you.”
“Thank you,” Sir, he just barely stopped himself from saying.
Seriously, brain, we talked about this. Not without Ben’s knowledge and
consent. And also he can never know about it, and therefore cannot consent to
it.
“...Reed? You gonna eat that, or do I need to feed it to you?”
Reed was struck, suddenly, with the mental image of sitting at Ben's feet as he
hand fed Reed bits of food - cut up fruit, maybe, so Reed could lick the juices
from Ben’s fingers.
He cut into the matzo ball and shoved it into his mouth before he embarrassed
himself. “'m goo’,” he said around it, and Ben rolled his eyes at him again.
But he sat next to Reed on the bed, and kept his hand on the back of Reed's
neck, and Reed had never been more grateful for the blankets pooled in his lap
before that moment.
“Did you just need more sleep?” Ben asked as Reed ate.
“I guess? I dunno.”
“Reed, you think I don't know you, man? You think I don't know what you're like
when you're sick? This isn't normal for you.”
Reed hunched his shoulders. “Ben-”
“You wanted me to pet your head,” Ben said flatly. “You hate it when anyone
touches your head.”
“It's different when it's you,” Reed said before jamming another spoonful of
soup mournfully into his mouth. Idiot, you’re gonna ruin everything.
“... apparently. Just - you are feeling better, right?”
Reed nodded, giving Ben a weak smile as he shook his near empty container of
soup. “Placebo soup.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Are you staying?”
“Yeah, I might as well - I’m already pantsless.”
Ben snorted and got to his feet. “I’ve got some work to do, okay? Finish your
soup, get more rest, and when I’m done working we’ll do homework together.”
Reed nodded mutely, watching as Ben walked out before finishing off the last of
the soup.
He dumped the trash in the now-empty bag and curled back up under the covers,
leaving his glasses in their spot on the window sill.
He could watch Ben work from the window, but the bed was warm and he was full
of delicious soup and his eyes were closing before he even really thought about
it.
--
Later that night, with Ben curled around Reed (it was just easier to share the
bed this way, Reed reminded himself), Reed's heart was pounding in his chest.
It would be easier to talk about everything now, in the dark and the quiet
where Reed didn't have to look Ben in the eye. “Ben, can I ask you a strange
question?”
“You? Asking strange questions?” Ben asked, half asleep already. “That's never
happened before.”
“Ben, I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay, I’m listening.”
“Would you still like me if I was weird?”
“You're already weird.”
“More weird, I mean.”
“I stand by what I said - you’re already pretty weird, Reed, and I like you
just fine.”
Reed swallowed hard, staring at the wall as best he could in the dark. “I think
I like guys.”
Ben was quiet for a long moment, so long Reed almost thought he fell asleep.
“You gonna molest me in my sleep?”
“What?! No!”
“Then I don't care. I mean I do care, because you're my friend and I’m glad you
told me, but. Like. As far as our place in the cosmos is concerned? I don't
care who you want to bone.”
“What if I said I wanted to bone you?”
“Then I compliment your excellent taste in men.”
“Ben-”
“What the hell do you want me to say, Reed?!” Ben sounded much more awake now,
lifting himself up on his elbow to glare down at Reed. “In this hypothetical
situation where you’re attracted to me, what am I supposed to say?!”
“It's not hypothetical,” Reed whispered into the dark, and Ben went utterly
still.
“...oh.”
“There’s more,” Reed said in a rush, still not looking at Ben. Might as well
get it all out in the open, now that Ben would hate him forever. “I think I’m a
sub.”
“....a what?”
“Submissive. In bed.”
“How the fuck would you even know that?”
Reed squeezed his eyes shut. “I did research.”
“...of fucking course you did,” Ben muttered, and Reed could hear him run his
hand over his hair. “So, what, you want me to tie you up and spank you?”
“Ben, please-”
“No. You want me to be your Dom, right? Right?”
“Yes,” Reed couldn't bring himself to do more than whisper shamefully into the
dark.
“Then you do what I tell you, and you answer me. Got it?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” Reed couldn't stop it from slipping out and hated himself for it.
“...is that what you want to call me? 'Sir’?” Ben’s voice was softer, but by no
means gentler.
He might actually deck me for this.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben took a deep breath. “It's Friday tomorrow.”
“Technically it's Friday today-”
“I didn't ask you a question,” Ben snapped, and Reed's mouth snapped shut with
a click. “It's Friday. What’s going to happen is this: you are gonna wake up
early, and you're gonna get me this research of yours, and I’m gonna read it
this weekend. Got it?”
Reed swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“You can give it to me at school.”
Reed nodded, eyes burning. Ben hated him now, he had to.
“Reed, look at me.” Reed reluctantly turned his head to look at Ben, and gasped
when Ben kissed him. “You gotta give a guy a little time to come to terms with
his best friend having a thing for him first. Before you spring the kinky shit
on him.”
Reed could just make Ben’s face out in faint light from the junkyard. “Ben…”
Ben smirked. “Thought you wanted to call me Sir.”
Reed flushed. “I-”
Ben kissed him again. “I am really glad you told me. I am, Reed. I just… don't
know what I’m doin’, here.”
“I want you to keep kissing me, honestly.”
Ben laughed and kissed Reed again. “Maybe I should molest you in your sleep,”
he murmured against Reed's mouth. “Get you nice and open for me while you sleep
so you can wake up on my cock.”
Reed gasped into Ben's mouth, feeling himself getting hard from just the idea.
“Please, Sir?”
Ben shivered. “...if you're a good boy, I’ll wake you up early with a hand job.
Okay? And if you want to stop, you tell me.”
Reed nodded, eyes wide in the dark. “How- how do I be a good boy for you, Sir?”
“Go to sleep,” Ben kissed him softly between each word.
Sleep?! Now?! “But-”
“We're not doing anything else until I’ve slept, so you might as well, too. And
once I’ve read this research of yours, we’ll talk about this more.”
Reed nodded, feeling flushed and jittery. “Ben?”
“Hm?”
“Are… are we dating?”
“You still gonna want me, even if I decide that BDSM is not my thing?”
“Yes.” Reed didn't even have to think about that one.
“...that is weirdly gratifying.” Ben settled back down and wrapped his arm
around Reed's middle, and kissed his shoulder. “Guess we are, then.”
“Oh. Awesome.” Reed chewed on his lower lip, his body feeling completely
electric where Ben’s hand was splayed out on his belly. “Ben?”
“What, Reed?”
“You were weirdly quick to be okay with dating a guy.”
Ben tapped his fingers against Reed's stomach. “Well, you never asked me if I
was into guys, too.”
“Oh. I mean, I assume you are, now, given the givens?”
Ben sighed. “It might just be you. I dunno - I mean, tits are nice and all, but
every time I’ve thought about relationships and, like, the future, it's been
you.”
Reed blinked. Oh…
“Now go to sleep.”
Reed snuggled back closer to Ben and closed his eyes.
--
Reed heard the soft buzzing of Ben’s phone alarm and groaned softly, pressing
his face deeper into the pillow.
The hand on his belly slipped lower, finger tips brushing the edge of Reed’s
boxers as a low, sleep rough voice murmured against his ear. “Still okay?”
Reed sucked in a sharp breath. Their talk last night. Everything Reed had said.
Ben.
“Y-yeah,” he gasped, hiding his face in his arm as Ben’s hand slid inside
Reed's boxers and just paused there, right above his dick, his thumb stroking
the soft skin of Reed's lower belly in such a way that made the muscles jump.
“Ben, c’mon…”
“That's not what you want to call me,” Ben murmured, his voice still low and
rough and doing things to Reed's composure. He nipped at Reed's ear, careful
and gently, as he slid his hand to Reed's hip to work his boxers down. “Ask me
properly.”
Reed let out a low, almost agonized moan. “Ben- Sir, please touch me!”
“Good boy,” Ben said against Reed's ear as his hand moved to wrap around Reed's
dick.
Reed moaned again as Ben stroked him, covering his face with his arm even as
his hips jerked up into Ben's grip - he couldn't help it. No one had ever
touched him like this - he had never even kissed another person until Ben.
“Fuck!”
Ben hummed, kissing along Reed's shoulder. “Mm. Some other time.”
Reed hid his face, hoping to muffle the noises at least a little - it was way
harder to be quiet when it was someone else’s hand on his dick, especially with
the way Ben jerked him slowly, taking his time to stroke Reed to the edge of
his orgasm before backing off again. “Sir,” he whined into his arms. “Please.”
“I should make you ask me nicer than that, but I think I can figure out what
you want. I have one request.”
“Anything,” Reed gasped as Ben’s grip on him shifted. “Anything, please-!”
“Say my name when you come.” And then he twisted his hand in such a way that
made Reed’s vision go white.
“Ben!”
Reed wasn't sure how long he laid in Ben's bed, breathing hard as sweat and
come cooled on his body. It was really nice of Ben to make sure I didn't wreck
my boxers, he thought distantly to himself as he tried to somehow get brain
into a more functional state.
A damp washcloth cleaned him up, each pass followed by a soft kiss. “Morning,
beautiful.”
Reed flushed, even as he opened his eyes and rose up on his elbows. “Good
morning.”
Ben cradled Reed's jaw in one hand. “You remember what I want you to do today?”
Reed leaned into the touch. “You wanted my research… about BDSM.”
Ben kissed him tenderly. “Yup. And after I read it, you and I will need to talk
about it, okay? But I need to read it alone.”
Reed felt stung. “I can't see you at all this weekend?”
Ben stared at him for a long moment. “...come over Sunday afternoon. Okay?”
Reed nodded. It still sucked, but at least it wasn't as bad as he thought.
“Okay…”
He couldn't remember the last time he had gone without seeing Ben, or at least
talking to him on the phone, or online. And now they were dating and he-
Ben kissed him, pressing him back into the pillows with a growl. “Stop with the
face. Now go on and get going - I want that research by third period.”
Reed nodded, almost dizzy with the fact that he could feel Ben’s erection
against his belly. “Can I-?”
“Not yet.” Ben kissed him again before climbing out of bed. “Seriously, get
going.”
Reed reluctantly slid out bed. “I’m feeling very used, Mr. Grimm,” he said with
a sniff.
Ben held him close. “I have to push you out,” he murmured into Reed's throat.
“Because if I don't, we won't actually make it to school. And I still don't
know about the bondage-y stuff, so I don't trust myself with it.” Ben grinned
up at him. “Also, I need lube and condoms, either way.”
Reed bent his head and kissed Ben again. “...see you at school, then?”
“I’ll count the hours.”
--
Thankfully, Reed’s mother and stepfather didn’t even seem to notice he hadn’t
been home at all - it wasn’t surprising, really; they knew he spent nights over
at Ben’s sometimes. Sometimes, he told himself that it was really neat that
they trusted him enough to not freak out when he didn’t come home at night.
Most of the time, he was pretty sure they didn’t actually care.
Reed shook himself from his thoughts as he went back to all the sites he had
gone to on his first research foray, keeping an eye on the clock in the corner
of the screen as he transferred the entire file of BDSM research onto a thumb
drive, leg bouncing with nerves.
He was showered and changed by the time the file transfer finished, and Reed
was out the door before his mother was even out of bed.
--
Reed wanted to drop to his knees and gag himself on Ben's cock when he finally
saw him for third period.
And it wasn't like the outfit was unusual for Ben to wear! There was no way
anyone was going to look at him and think “there's a fella who jerked his best
friend off this morning, and is going to spend his weekend reading his
boyfriend’s research on deviant sex acts.”
But it was in the way Ben’s shirt hugged his biceps and shoulders, was tight
across his chest in such a way that enhanced his trim waist and narrow hips.
Which brought Reed's attention to the dark black jeans that hugged Ben’s ass
and thighs and-
Reed swallowed hard. “Hey.”
Ben grinned at him. “Hi there. You okay?”
I want you to pin me down over a desk and fuck me stupid. “I, um, yeah… just.
Are we….out? In school?”
Ben arched an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“I want to kiss you. Right here and now and I don't care who sees, but you
might.”
Ben smiled at him, and Reed felt his knees go weak. “We’ll talk about it
Sunday.”
Reed swallowed back his whine. “Okay. Um, here. That stuff you asked for.”
Ben plucked the thumbdrive from Reed's hand. “Excellent, thank you. C’mon,
let's get to class.”
Reed sighed and nodded.
--
People noticed Ben.
Reed couldn't focus on anything, because people kept staring at Ben.
Girls were whispering behind their hands as they stared. Boys stared, like they
couldn't figure out what Ben had done differently with himself.
Because he hadn't done anything different.
Reed wanted to growl at them all, which made no sense. It wasn't like he could
stop them from looking at Ben. How could he? And Ben- Ben was acting like
himself, like nothing was wrong and it was just a normal Friday.
Ben was called up to answer a question on the board, and as he bent over
slightly to write lower on the whiteboard, everyone shifted in their seats to
get a better look at Ben's ass.
Reed clenched his pen tighter.
What the actual hell.
--
The day couldn't end fast enough for Reed. He ignored the jeering from some of
his classmates as he power walked away from the school (“What's wrong,
Richards? Did you and your boyfriend have a fight?” “Awww, poor Richards, he’s
so sad!”) and headed right for home, gritting his teeth the whole time.
It was a stupid thing to be annoyed about. Ben was as loyal as they came, and
this separation thing was only until Sunday. Reed could last that long.
Reed would do anything for Ben, and that was the way their friendship has
always been.
It was just that Ben never asked Reed for anything.
Reed walked into his house and slumped back against the front door as it closed
with a sigh.
“Reed?” His stepfather called, poking his head out of the kitchen. “Hey, sport,
how was school?”
“It was boring, same as always.”
His stepfather watched him. “...are you okay? Did you and Ben have a fight?”
Reed blinked and looked up at his stepfather. “What makes you think that?”
“Well, you look like your dog died and Ben is nowhere to be seen.”
Reed scowled. “He just had stuff to do. We didn't fight.”
“Whatever you say, kid.”
Reed stalked up the stairs to his room and closed his door - gently, gently;
his stepfather had threatened to take his door off its hinges if Reed ever
slammed it again and he wasn't keen on challenging the man about it - before he
slumped down into his desk chair.
Might as well get his homework done - it wasn't like he had anything else he
could do.
(The teleporter had gone from being just his to being theirs, and it felt like
a weird sort of betrayal to work on it without Ben there.)
Hours later, the sky was pitch black out and Reed had just finished the last of
his homework when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to find a
text from Ben.
'Thinking of you, beautiful. I’ll see you Sunday’
Reed beamed at his phone, blushing faintly.
'apparently everyone can tell that I’m not gonna get to see you until Sunday -
stepfather asked if we were fighting.’
'I’m so sorry, beautiful. Just until Sunday afternoon, I promise. I need time
to read everything - I wanna get this right for you.’
Reed slumped back in his chair, his phone pressed to his chest. Ben really was
the best.
Reed's phone buzzed again, and he picked it up to check what Ben had sent, and
felt his face go what must have been bright red.
Ben had sent him a picture of himself, taken in the full length mirror on the
back of Ben’s bathroom door, and he was mostly naked, save for his boxer-
briefs, which were stretched around his very obvious erection, and a growing
damp spot right over where the tip was. Ben was smirking in the picture, heavy-
lidded and confident.
Under the picture was the message 'thinking of you *very* fondly.’
Reed bit his lower lip and glanced at his door, and then the time on the clock.
It was risky, but…
He slipped out of his clothes and set himself up on his bed, already hard and
aching as he set up his phone to use the forward facing camera and set it to
burst shot.
Then he began to stroke himself - thinking of how Ben had looked, of how much
he wanted to be with Ben right that moment, of the idea that Ben had gotten
hard thinking about Reed - and just as he was about to come, he slammed his
thumb down on his phone screen, listening to the faux-shutter’s rapid click as
he came, feeling it land up his stomach and chest.
He dropped his arm with his phone in hand above his head as he focused on
getting his breath back.
Reed lifted his phone in front of his face to look at the pictures he took -
one of them had to be worth it to send to Ben before he lost his nerve...
He was right, only one of them was remotely decent. He looked it over - his
lower lip caught between his teeth, the blush across his cheeks, the splatters
of jizz visible on his torso, and the head of his cock just visible over his
hand.
He sent it to Ben before deleting the others, absolutely mortified.
Holy shit. Holy shit, he just did that.
He tossed his phone to the foot of his bed like it had burned him and rushed to
wipe himself down to the point where he could pull his clothes back on and rush
to the shower.
Just as he was about to make a break for the shower without running into his
mother and stepfather, his phone buzzed.
Reed felt his flush get hotter as he carefully picked up his phone.
'look at you. I wonder what face you’ll make when you're cumming because of my
dick? You’re gonna look so pretty for me, gorgeous, practically split open by
my cock. I almost want to film it, get it on camera so I can show you just how
good you look when you take it. That's what you want, right? You want to be
fucked by me, so I can come on your face? Maybe I’ll tie you to my bed, so I
can just use your body however I like, whenever I like.’
Reed let out a low, quiet whine. This was unfair - this was so unfair!! His
phone buzzed in his hand again.
'was that ok?’
Reed broke into a grin. Oh Ben… 'yes, Sir. You're really good at this!’
'gotta be a good Sir for my gorgeous boy, yeah?’
Reed sat on his bed, grinning at his phone like an idiot. 'there’s no way you
can't be.’ Reed waited a moment before he took a deep breath. 'is the research
helping?’
'it’s very useful. There's a lot of really interesting porn here.’
Reed fought the urge to hide his face. It wasn't like anyone could see him. 'I
just wanted to give you an example of what really got me interested.’
'uh huh. I am not fucking you at school - I can't risk messing up your chances
of getting into college.’ A minute passed. Two. 'but there are some lockers in
the junkyard that I can clean up and fuck you against if that's what you want?’
Best. Boyfriend. Ever.
--
Sunday afternoon took forever to come around, because time is relative and
also, apparently, a troll.
Thanks a lot, Einstein.
Finally - finally! - Ben sent him a text that was just “whenever you’re ready”
and Reed threw clothing into the duffle he had hidden his stash of lube and
condoms in (he had gotten them Saturday when his mother and stepfather had gone
out, double checking with Ben that he was picking up the right kind and it had
led to Reed having to hide his face in the refrigerated section of the CVS as
he willed his erection to go away because there were, like, seven moms with
toddlers in the store and he didn't want to be that kind of pervert), grabbed
his backpack and had yelled “sleeping over at Ben's, bye!” over his shoulder as
he all but ran out the door and toward the junkyard.
He almost tackled Ben to the ground when he saw him, but as soon as Reed gotten
close enough, Ben had picked him up and swung him around with a laugh. “Hey
there, gorgeous.”
“Don't 'hey there, gorgeous’ me, you jerk-” Ben’s kiss cut him off, and Reed
practically melted into it with a whimper. “I… you can't just… I missed you,”
Reed finally trailed off, a little mortified at how much it sounded like a
plaintive whine, how less than thirty-six hours without having seen Ben in
person had shaken him so badly.
“Reed-”
Reed could feel himself flushing, angry embarrassment churning his belly rather
than the sexy kind. “I really, really missed you, okay?”
Ben kissed him again, soft and sweet. “Reed, let's go inside.”
Reed, maybe a little childishly, wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist and held
on tighter. “In a minute.”
Ben arched an eyebrow at him. “You act like I can’t fucking carry you up the
steps to my room, as though I haven’t done it before.”
“I-”
Ben had already started moving, carrying Reed as though Reed (and Reed’s bags)
didn’t weigh a damn thing to him, and Reed was caught between hanging on to Ben
for dear life and wanting to deliberately trip him.
Reed closed his eyes and hung on.
“You wanna tell me what's eating you?” Ben asked as they entered his room, Ben
closing and locking the door behind himself with one hand, the other still
gripping Reed's thigh.
Reed let his bags drop and tried to step down but Ben just spun them around,
pressing Reed back against the door. “Ben-!”
“Talk to me. All your research talks about communication, so communicate.”
Reed bent his head down to press their foreheads together, hitching his legs up
higher around Ben's waist to better lock his ankles behind Ben’s back. “You
said we were dating, but then we’re not out at school and I wasn't allowed to
come see you - racy pictures aren't this.” Reed kissed Ben for emphasis, soft
and quick. “And- and everyone at school was staring at you and I hated it.”
Ben arched an eyebrow at him. “You hate that they were staring at me on
Friday?”
“It's not a rational thing, Benjamin!”
Ben kissed him again, soft and sweet. “I didn't want to be out at school
because I knew we weren't going home together. I didn't want you to be alone
walking home after we made out in the hallway ignoring the bell for first
period French.”
Reed nodded. It made sense, when Ben put it that way - he was always looking
out for Reed like that, when Reed was too focused on his goals to do it
himself.
Then again, if you asked Ben, he would probably say Reed never looked out for
himself.
“And… Reed, you can't tell me you were worried about them, right? You know none
of the shitheads we go to school with have my attention - that's always been
you.”
Reed flushed. “I wasn't… worried, exactly. Just. You know….”
“'Fuck off, he’s mine, I will fight every one of you for him’?” Ben teased, and
Reed's face got hotter.
“See, when you put it that way it sounds stupid.”
“It’s spectacularly stupid - you can't throw a punch to save your life.”
Reed scowled and Ben grinned wider. “I will learn how to fight just so I can
fight the entire school for you, Ben.”
That got Ben to blink in surprise, his ears going red. “I - what? No. That is
not what you were supposed to take away from that. No one else wants me, Reed,
I can promise you that much.”
“Idiots,” Reed muttered darkly.
“Aww, sweetheart. It's adorable that you want people to want me just to rub it
in their faces that they can't have me.” Ben kissed him again, soft and slow
and Reed distantly wondered how Ben got so good at kissing. “Before we start,
we’re supposed to talk about stuff. So I’m gonna put you down, okay?”
“...can I sit in your lap?” Reed asked, feeling bold and terribly shy all at
once.
Ben smiled at him, slow and sweet. “Yeah, sweetheart. You can sit in my lap.”
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