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Johnny smeared a touch more glitter along his cheekbone. He stared at himself a minute longer. The gold glitter complimented his warm skin tone and highlighted his angular features. He looked exactly like he did in the height of his teenage years. Exactly what he needed to channel tonight: sexy, cocky, desirable. The hot headed fuckboy, Johnny Storm, who walked into every room like he owned it, who knew every person in that room wanted him and was self assured in the knowledge that he could pick whoever he wanted.
It’s not like anyone really believed the announcement of his marriage was true. If no one acknowledged the world’s hottest stud was off the market, then he simply wasn’t. And Johnny had to lean into that to get what they needed tonight. Still—
“Remind me why, one of you guys couldn’t do this instead of me? Sue’s hotter than I am.”
Reed responded in a tired tone, “Agreed, but it’s been public knowledge for years that Sue and I are off the market. Seeing one of us in there would cause a huge splash in the media, but you already have a reputation for the partying lifestyle. People are still claiming to have taken you home from every even half-way decent party along the west coast—”
There was more but Ben rolled his eyes knowing Reed wasn’t going to help Johnny’s anxiety about this, probably didn’t even recognise it. He turned to Johnny, laying a comforting hand on his side, “You can pull the plug, at any time. Y’hear me, Matchstick? Any. Time.”
Johnny smiled a little, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips. The front door opened and closed with a creak, then Sue materialized in the passenger seat of the van. “Okay, all the cameras are on a loop. You should be all free, Johnny.” She twisted in her seat until she was facing him. “You promise you’re going to be okay?”
At her knotted brow, he smiled reassuringly. “Yeah, I’ll be good, Sue. I’m all covered up with the flame suit and I’ll be careful.” Johnny glanced at the time, “Speaking of being careful, I gotta get going!”
Ben squeezed his side one more time before he was hopping out of the nondescript van. The air was cold, encompassing him like a cool blanket and reminding him of his cozy home in the mountains. He breathed it in eagerly, letting himself enjoy the feeling of cold air flowing down his throat before it was heated in his lungs and released in a warm cloud as he breathed out. It helped calm him, keep his nerves from manifesting in flame.
He went over the precautions in his head again as he walked across the street. He was wearing the skintight flame suit, which covered everything from his hands to neck to feet. To hide that, he was wearing a black turtleneck, a flashy jacket, red gloves, tight leather pants, and chunky, knee high boots. He was completely covered while still keeping to the Johnny Storm brand of sexy-as-hell. He had an earpiece in so he could contact the team if he needed to. Susan had looped the security cameras so if anyone checked, there would be no evidence he was there. Well, except for the twenty or so people who will have claimed to have slept with him tonight, but that was no different than any other party held by these entitled people.
Johnny blew out a final breath before he was sauntering through the wide double doors. It would be fine, he was just doing what he was best at. Being the life of the party and a wanton slut, but this time he had to do it sober and wasn’t actually going to have any sex. Wouldn’t be a problem. Head in the game. Get the information and get out.
With the bass thumping along his bones, the intensely flashing lights, and all the people, Johnny thought that putting the cameras on a loop was a bit unnecessary. It was all so dizzying and distracting, how had he ever managed to enjoy this?
People were calling out greetings the second they recognised him as he strutted through the crowd.
A brunette in a short blue dress, “Hey, baby. Remember me?” Johnny painted on an effortless smirk that made him want to be sick, as he reached out and squeezed her hip with a wink, “Sure do, babe.” He didn’t. He doubted he’d ever met her before tonight.
“Hey, Johnny! Light your hair on fire, do a trick for me!”
“Aw, maybe I’ll show you some tricks later tonight, darlin’.” He caressed her shoulder as he passed.
“Hey, man! Good to see you around here again!”
Johnny gave him a light laugh, “Again? Man, I never left!”
“Torch, nice to see that rumor ‘bout you being hitched to the fuckin’ rock guy of all people, turned out to be false!” That guy was not as wasted as he should’ve been for a comment like that. But Johnny Storm was public property, and they could do whatever they wanted.
Johnny just laughed. The guy failed to hear the slight edge to it and handed him a drink before he melted back into the crowd.
That’s how it went, hundreds of people handing him drinks, and him having to find a hundred artful ways to keep moving and “forget” his drink on a table. People touched, and he smoothly shifted out of the way of the hands reaching for his head with a roguish smirk and a saucy wink. The people pouted about him being a tease as they shifted closer, almost climbing in his lap, hands pawing across his arms and shoulders and chest.
He smiled lazily back at them, his hands reaching and touching just as much while he flirted and fished for information. He moved from table to table to table, from seductively curtained off booth to another booth, all filled with people looking at him. Their eyes raking over him as he passed by with swaying hips. His hands skimmed over soft, curvy bodies that leaned into him as he walked by, and word spread like wildfire that Johnny Storm was hunting for women tonight.
And he was, but one woman in particular. The woman who threw the party. Johnny was lounging in a poorly lit booth with three women hanging off him. The curtains offered only a superficial privacy, perfect for all the exhibitionists attending tonight. Perfect for the reputation Johnny had, and it also had a pretty decent vantage point of the rest of the party. But he couldn’t see the whole room, and he needed to be moving on soon; the three girls were getting a little too comfortable in their assurance of a foursome tonight. It made them more grabby and their lips more insistent on a kiss.
Still, he figured he could squeeze a few more minutes out of them. They were laughing and swaying and leaning heavily on him. Their breath reeked of alcohol in a way he’d become unaccustomed to; Ben really didn’t drink anymore.
He flirted and did the little thing where he bit the lip of his glass that made his lips look especially plump and glossy. Their hungry eyes caught on his bottom lip and he dragged his tongue against it. The girl on his left planted a hand on his chest, leaning forward and arching her back. She was flashing an impressive set of doe eyes with her lips slightly parted, the other two girls sucked in an anticipatory breath. Johnny skirted one hand up her thigh while the other caught her chin. She shivered at the texture of his gloved hands as he applied a bit of pressure, making sure she stayed still. He leaned in, her eyes fluttered, he skirted to the side, cocking his head.
Johnny clipped his coal-hot teeth together right next to her ear. His breath was hot against her skin as he laughed huskily and murmured, “Eager,” directly into her ear.
The women on his right side sighed as they realized that he was content to keep playing with them. But the woman practically in his lap dug her nails into his sweater as she moaned at the feeling of his furnace-hot breath; her mind conjuring up how that breath would feel in a myriad of different places later tonight.
Yeah, it felt like his time was up here. Johnny lounged back in his seat, a glass of wine in his hand, while the woman slouched nearly boneless against his side. The other two women were now impatient for his attention. He drudged up a drunken laugh as their slim hands stroked up his thigh and across his chest. He blew out a deliberate breath, his chest felt tight with something near panic. This was starting to get dangerous. His knee jerked, as heat pooled in his gut. The soft, exploring hands took it as encouragement. Sliding further up, massaging the muscle, getting closer and closer to his crotch. His cock twitched in interest.
He was about to have to find a bathroom, and fast. His body just wasn’t meant to handle this sort of stimulation anymore. Ben had pulled him aside before they’d even left the jet, that it was okay if Johnny popped a boner tonight, promised that he wouldn’t be mad or disgusted or anything like that, especially in these circumstances. But—
A manicured hand rubbed deliberately against his perked nipple. A moan slipped from his lips as pleasure jolted through his system. His brain short circuited at the unexpected stimulation and he was leaning into it before he had a chance to stop himself.
“Excuse me, ladies, but I hope you wouldn’t mind if I cut in?” A crisp, accented voice said.
The three answering death glares said that they really and truly did mind. Johnny looked up at his saving grace. She was a voluptuous brunette with a delicately shaped face, dressed entirely in leather. She was a man’s ultimate wet dream. What with her excellent manners and that exotic accent, paired with the leather corset, stiletto thigh high boots, and minidress that just reached below her butt.
“The host of the party always reserves the right to dance with the man of the hour. And Mr. Storm, you truly are the man everyone is talking about tonight.”
Bingo. And just in time. “Well, I could never say no to an invitation that nice, Ms.—”
“Andreyev, Viktoria Andreyev.”
“Ms. Andreyev,” He purred, leaning forward. He smiled slowly, as if he enjoyed the feel of her name on his tongue.
The hands finally fell off of him as he looked at the woman before him with a practiced predatory intent. He stood and offered her a gentlemanly hand. She wore black lace gloves that went up to her elbow. They walked away from the table, he was still half hard and not going back down in the slightest. Johnny leaned in a little to be heard over the music, “Let me get you a drink first, Ms. Andreyev.”
Johnny leaned against the bar in a way he knew accentuated his lean muscles and long legs as he quickly ordered for them. Viktoria was standing close, leaning against the counter and tilting herself into his space. “Call me Viktoria, please,”
Johnny hummed thoughtfully, leaning down a little closer to her, “No, I don’t think I will. I think Angel will do for tonight.”
She arched an eyebrow, “Angel? Are you sure about that, Mr. Storm?”
Johnny pulled a filthy grin across his face, “Are you saying you’re planning on being wicked tonight?”
She edged closer, her hands dancing along his ribs. She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
She turned and led him by the hand to the dance floor. Johnny wet his lips and prayed for his body to stay strong. Then they were among the writhing mass of the crowd. Viktoria’s hands were on him in an instant. Her body was there, rubbing up against his, strong and insistent. He was fully erect within seconds, the luck he’d managed to hold onto all night had run out. For the most part he tried to keep his hips angled away, trying to keep direct friction to his cock to a minimum. She didn’t seem to notice anyway. Johnny kept her good and distracted with his own wandering hands.
As he massaged her ass, tangled his hand in her thick hair, and hitched her leg up as he shallowly dipped her, he talked. His voice was low and warm as melted honey, coaxing and probing in a tone that he had on good authority was mind numbingly sexy. He asked her about her job, what she did on the day to day, led her expertly through the information extracting dirty talk. And she answered back. As he expertly played her body like a fiddle, playing into the expectations of the great Johnny Storm, she told him in a rolling, distracted voice everything he wanted to know.
He was so close, just maybe one or two more questions and then he could go for the money shot. But then she was dragging him off the dance floor. He looked down at her with swiftly concealed alarm, wondering if he was about to be caught out. She had a sultry smile on her face as she looked giddily back at him and her eyes were blown wide with arousal.
Alright, he still had a chance here before she tried to jump his bones. Then he was being shoved up against a wall in a hallway just off the main room. The breath rushed out of him as she immediately slotted their legs together. She ground against him shamelessly, letting out a little breathy sigh.
Thank god he was so much taller than her, she didn’t even try to reach up to kiss him. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if he was so close to getting the information they needed only to give her face third degree burns. He was painfully hard in his stupid tight pants, cock begging for the attention he’d denied it all night long. Johnny cast his mind around desperately for a way to get her talking again without giving himself away.
It was just so goddamn hard to think with her grinding directly against his dick! His hips were twitching forward, Johnny clenched his jaw against the whine that tried to sound in his throat. He panted for breath, he breathily asked the next buildup question. When she made a questioning sound, not slowing in her motions, he said with a hint of desperation not faked in his voice, “Need to hear you. Your— your voice. So goddamn sexy, Angel!”
It worked, she smirked up at him and answered the question in a whiskey-soaked voice. Her movements became rougher, and he didn’t have to fake the moan that tore from his throat. His hips were canting fully against hers now. It was getting so, so hard to think around the arousal thrumming in his head. He hadn’t even noticed when his hips started moving.
He wanted to get off. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted to come so badly in his life. But this woman was all wrong. In every way wrong. She was short and soft when she should be tall and hard. Her voice was posh and accented like a satin soaked riverbed, when all he wanted to hear was the rough, flat drawl of his working class man. She clearly wanted him to take control with how she reacted when he grabbed at and pulled her closer. But all he wanted was to be picked up in dizzyingly strong arms and thrown onto the bed, moaning and begging for the rough scrape of rock against his simmering skin.
Johnny hated how his body was reacting to his insatiable need when his mind was calling out for the man he’d devoted his life to. He hated how he was the only viable option for this mission, and he hated how good he was at it. He hated that his family had probably been tracking his progress all night through the tampered with security system and were watching him now.
The thought of them seeing him like this… Side eyeing Ben with pity as they were forced to watch what a dirty slut his husband was. That he couldn’t control himself for one night. The thought of Susan seeing him like this— but he guessed, she’d always known what a whore her little brother was. He certainly hadn’t bothered to hide that fact from her in his teens. He regretted his shameless bragging and the never ending parade of beautiful people who would leave the revolving door of his bed every morning. Regretted the way he dragged his scantily clothed, hungover self to the kitchen table where she would put down her coffee with a sigh and take care of him.
Sue always took care of him, after, when his head was pounding and the hollowness in his chest felt like it would swallow him whole.
He had to mask his dry sob with a groan. His hands were clutching at the woman, drawing her body against his as his thrusts grew sloppy. The manhandling, that he didn’t even fully comprehend he was doing, made her eyes roll back with pleasure. “Talk to me, Angel!” Johnny had to fight to remember how to form words enough to ask the question he’d been building up to all night.
Heat built at the base of his spine, pooling in his crotch. He had to hold off, just for a bit longer, he wouldn’t come before he heard her answer! Tendrils of steam rose in the air between them as the sweat evaporated off their skin. He grunted and panted through his clenched teeth in near pain as he fought to hold off his orgasm. Please please please, HURRY!
Her eyes were scrunched closed, her painted mouth was in a perfect “O” as she gasped loudly. He was completely holding her up now and that seemed to be his saving grace; she was completely blissed out, so in tune with the sensations around her, of the pulsing between her legs and the heat coming off of him and the hard line of his dick that he was wantonly grinding against her. The fact that someone could hold her weight for this long without faltering, loosened her lips enough to answer such a classified question unblinkingly, he doubted she would even remember what he'd asked afterwards.
She answered, her voice so high and breathy that it was hardly there. Then she was moaning as she came against his leg.
He didn’t care. He’d gotten his answer, and now he didn’t care. There was nothing in his mind but the need to come. He turned them so Viktoria was pinned against the wall. It wasn’t the sun-warm rock of his husband, but it was at least a sturdier surface as he rutted almost violently against the front of her corset. His head was tipped back, so he wouldn’t have to look at her for the split second before his vision whited out.
Johnny sobbed, harsh and ugly as his cock spurted heavily in his pants, the mess trapped under layers of skin tight material becoming uncomfortable ridiculously quick. He gave himself a scant second to breathe, and register the fact that there was no smoke in the air around him. No sparks had flown from his mouth and no flames had licked along his skin.
It was the first time he’s orgasmed after he’d gotten his powers that he hadn’t been with or explicitly thinking about Ben. He’d come, but it was underwhelming and his body hadn’t reacted nearly as intensely. Huh, guess that really does mean that even though he has a weird-ass biological sex addiction, his sex life is only the way it is because he loves his husband. In any other circumstances, he would have smiled at that thought.
Viktoria was still panting, looking dazed but she was standing on her own. That was good because he would’ve felt guilty just dumping her on the floor. Johnny was gone before she could register the cold seeping in around her. He was bobbing and weaving through the crowd with all the finesse and skill of twirling through the air on two geysers of flame.
The people around him and the music and the smell of alcohol were all unbearable to him now. All he wanted was to be able to go home and curl up in bed with Ben. Tears were blurring in his eyes and boiling on his cheeks. Warmth ran under his skin and flames tried to flicker through. He beat them down mercilessly as he almost ran out the front doors. The rich wood smoked under the threat of his hands, both he and it were quelled by the rush of brisk air.
Johnny drank in eager mouthfuls as he ran to where the van was parked. He needed to be away from all the eyes that raked down his body, away from Viktoria’s hands that now made him feel sick. He choked on another sob and another and another as he finally jerked open the door and threw himself into the van.
He landed right into Ben’s waiting arms. He bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood as he fought to keep himself quiet as he shook with his tears. He stuttered out a vague, “G-got it,” Johnny could feel the weight of the eyes on him, how Sue was practically crawling out of her seat with the need to help him but knowing she could do nothing.
“Home, Reed.” Ben’s rumbling voice nearly made him moan aloud. After so long in that building, holding off his erection in a room full of people all trying to get in his pants, his body wasn’t satisfied with one subpar orgasm. Johnny really, truly hated his body. After he had just cum in his pants against a complete stranger, the last thing he wanted to do was have more sex. He’d never felt so horrible in his life. So disgusting.
And all he could focus on was trying to keep his cries quiet and the aching throb between his legs. Embarrassment seared at him, god what was he going to say tomorrow when they asked about this? His head felt thick and slow, like it was filled with cotton. He closed his eyes, not wanting to have to see anyone looking at him with their pitying frowns. Everything felt like it was coming from far away, even Ben’s strong arms seemed wrapped in cloth.
Suddenly Ben was picking him up and carrying him out of the car and into the cloaked plane. Johnny knew he was trembling, that he was still hard, his cock straining in discomfort from the curled up position he was in. He knew Ben was having a conversation with Reed and Sue above his head that he couldn’t quite make out over the comforting rumble of his chest. But he figured it didn’t matter as the rumbling ended and suddenly they were in their room and the door was being sealed shut.
Ben laid him out carefully on the bed as the door went through the final clicks as it secured itself and the cabin became fully flameproof. Johnny’s chest was still hitching painfully but now that it was the two of them, in the safety of their room, his head seemed to be clearing a little. Ben was speaking in a soft, comforting voice to him as he eased the tall boots off and rubbed his aching feet.
Just the feeling of rough stones against the soles of his feet was enough to have him tensed and spilling in his pants for a second time. He let out an almost pained sounding moan as his toes curled and he arched off the bed. A few sparks danced in the air above him as he blinked, mortified, down at Ben, who was gently cupping his ankles.
His face was concerned as he hesitantly climbed up the bed next to Johnny. “That must’ve been so hard for you,” He positively cooed, reaching out, “Holding on for so long. You did so good, Matchstick.”
Ben balked in shock when that made Johnny curl up, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, with renewed sobbing. “Baby…?” He tried.
Johnny vehemently shook his head. He sobbed harder as he forced out the words, “N-not good.” He took in a few ragged breaths, pulling harshly at his hair. “Didn’t—”
When he didn’t continue, Ben gently took his hands away from his hair, prodding carefully, “Didn’t what, Darling? Everything’s okay, I promise. Talk to me.”
“Didn’t hold it,” Johnny sobbed out in a broken, devastated voice. Turning to hide his face in the comforter, the heat of his shame was so strong that fire began seeping up from his skin despite the flame suit.
“Oh, baby… I’m sorry that happened. You came in your pants?”
Johnny nodded, his face still shoved into the blanket. His voice when he spoke was hoarse and extremely hesitant, “…Not just that…”
The heat in the room was building to temperatures higher than a human could withstand. “Whatever it is, baby boy, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”
He breathed harshly, his body shaking as he said, “The informant I had to seduce— She came on me. A-and I just couldn’t stop. I didn’t want her, I promise I didn’t! I just couldn’t stop. I needed to come, and I just couldn’t stop, promise I didn’t want to!”
His clothes were scant ashes around him now as he fully caught fire, crying and repeating in a broken voice, “I’m sorry, I love you, didn’t mean to,” Ben gathered him into his arms. Rocking him in his lap, Ben whispered reassurances into his flaming hair.
“No!” Johnny weakly scrambled backwards off of Ben’s lap, Ben let him go. Johnny didn’t look up as he said, “No, you don’t understand! Ben, I cheated on you! You should be absolutely disgusted by me! ‘M such a whore I couldn’t even wait for my husband!” His voice broke on the last word, the flames exploding outward in his embarrassment. The words seemed to pain him to say, but Ben needed to understand. Johnny curled his arms around his torso in a cheap semblance of comfort while he waited for the words to sink in; waiting for Ben to get up and walk out, to just leave him in his defiled misery.
Instead, Ben’s hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head up to look him in the eye. He just about sagged into the feeling of the large hand on his skin. Johnny’s wet eyes searched for somewhere to go that wasn’t his husband’s beautiful face, but there was nowhere. When Ben was sure he had Johnny’s full attention, he said with careful deliberateness, “You are not a whore, Johnny. You did not cheat on me. You’re my husband and I love you. I could never be disgusted by you, because there is nothing to be disgusted by.”
The way he said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world, like Johnny was ridiculous for thinking otherwise. “You can’t mean that.” Johnny said in a small wavering voice. “You can't, Ben, you’re so good. I-I— Baby, I came for someone else.”
Ben’s voice was so gentle and patient as he stated, “And you said you didn’t want to. If you had wanted to, that would be a separate conversation, but you didn’t.”
“But I had wanted to!” He burst out, frustrated.
“It sounds like your body had wanted to. Baby, you had to come, and yet you still managed to avoid a flare out. And I’m so proud of you.”
Johnny was shaking his head before Ben had even finished. He said in a mumble, “Don’t be, it was weak. I got off but all I wanted was you.”
“Don’t you see, Matchstick? That’s why I could never be mad at you. You can’t control what your body needs, but you’re mine. And I’m yours. Forever and always. No one knows you like I do. I love you more than anything, Darling. You’re okay, I promise, you’re okay.”
“It was so… humiliating, Ben.” Johnny whispered.
Ben looked pained and close to crying himself as he repeated, “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Johnny baby.” He reached out as gently as he could to scoop Johnny back into his lap.
Johnny shuddered and moaned softly at the feeling of cool stone scraping over his sensitive skin. Precome spurted from his cock as it twitched with need. He bit his lip as his shoulders rose in embarrassment. Ben’s thumb came up and carefully freed it from Johnny’s cruel treatment. His tongue darted out to lap at the rough pad, lips suckling at the digit. He broke off with a soft whine, his heaving breath finally evening out but still remaining heavy.
Ben’s finger was still resting against his lower lip, Johnny pressed a kiss to it as he whispered, “I love you. More than anything, Ben Grimm-Storm.”
“Will you be okay if I touch you? You need to get off, but would you rather do it yourself tonight?” Because hundreds of people had touched him tonight, like it was their right to do so just because of what his reputation was. He thought of the women in the booth who had traced the inside of his thigh and had pinched and rubbed his nipple. Viktoria who touched and looked at him with such ravenous intent. The countless, faceless people before that who had stroked and rubbed and squeezed. Like he was theirs to touch.
“Please!” he whimpered, curling toward Ben’s chest. He guided one of Ben’s hands to his chest and the other to his thigh. He wanted all the phantom touches from tonight burned from his skin by large, rough hands, but these were the worst. These are the ones that had started him cracking.
Ben’s left hand rubbed along his thigh, gripping the hard muscle there. His right arm wrapped all the way around Johnny’s back, pulling him flush against his solid torso, his hand lovingly cupped his side and his rough fingers played with the perked nipple. Johnny shook, a strangled sob ripped from him as that simple act made him come undone once more.
Ben kept going, persistently caressing the spots Johnny’d indicated, until he was bucking in his grip. His skin feeling rubbed raw and overstimulated, and yet it still felt so good. Johnny was begging, a tangled mess of, “yes, Ben, too much, please more,” and gasping moans.
His fire flared outward as he came again, his dick aching as it splattered another load across Ben’s stomach.
And it was only after he came another time that Ben relented. Johnny melted against his chest as he was finally given a second to breathe. He looked up at the handsome face smiling down at him adoringly. Johnny was vaguely aware that he was still on fire. He sat up urgently, pulling Ben into a sloppy kiss. Whining and panting as his dick ground against his broad chest.
“I love you so much,” Johnny whispered when he pulled back slightly. Molten tears slipped down his cheeks, getting smeared across Ben’s as Johnny kissed him again and again. His cock was weeping heavily, making a mess against the rough chest. Johnny’s flames flared with each of his panting breaths. His voice was trembling and soft, “I need you. Please. Baby— Ben, touch me!”
Ben was still looking at him with those knee-weakening blue eyes, his attention rapt and entirely endeared. His hand was scraping deliciously along Johnny’s spine. “Where, Matchstick?”
“Everywhere!”
Those people at the party had touched him everywhere. Men and women, all with the same entitlement and greed, their looks marking his skin as much as their demanding hands, making him feel like he was coated in an oily sheen that he wasn’t able to burn off. He needed his Ben.
He needed his strong body and cradling arms to shield and protect him from that reality he’d had to endure in the club. He needed rough hands that skated across his tainted skin and combed through his roaring flames and held him so gently as he came apart again and again and again. He needed to be himself again. To have someone want him as him and not as Johnny Storm. For someone to know him and see him in the way only someone who had known him for so many years could.
Ben looked at him and saw all of that. After so many years of hardwon blissful marriage, he knew Johnny better than he knew himself; all of his desires and insecurities and innermost thoughts, Ben was intimately familiar with it all.
So he didn’t hesitate to give his husband what he needed. He twisted them so Johnny was laying on the bed beneath him. Ben loomed over him, knees bracketing his slim hips. Johnny looked up at him dazedly, hips rolling wantonly into the empty space between them. His plump lips were parted with sparks spiraling past with each breath.
Before he could murmur another plea, Ben’s hands were on him. Johnny had long since burned through any semblance of his clothing from earlier. Ben’s hands were large and coarse and perfect as they swept across his body. His skin buzzed in their wake, leaving trails of flickering tongues of flame flaring across his skin.
Johnny gasped and writhed and moaned out his name, and Ben laughed low and rumbly in wonder at the beautiful creature below him. Ben methodically caressed his legs from calf to hip, hands skimming up his sides and chest and ribcage, over his broad shoulders and down muscle corded arms. Johnny sobbed from pleasured overstimulation as those rough hands ran over every inch of his skin again and again and again. Johnny’s finely honed body bucked and shook, wanting to chase the feeling and desperately trying to escape it. Ben still hadn’t touched his throbbing cock when his back bowed off the bed and screamed as he shot molten hot ropes across their stomachs.
Johnny was trembling, mind and body trying to shakily piece itself back together. He was still hard, but the desperation had finally receded. He was able to curb his fire now, the flames dying out and leaving a deeply blushing and sheepish Johnny in their wake. He drew his unsteady fingers through the thick mess of cum on Ben’s torso.
Johnny swallowed looking down at his fingers coated in his own sperm, and wincing in embarrassment. It was just so much— The familiar words bandied around in his head, the things people had said both to his face and when they thought he couldn’t hear, echoing endlessly, my god what a slut, just a little whore willing to get off on anyone, did you see how fast he came, it’s like he’s a cumhungry teenager, such wanton slut, so dirty, so disgusting, sub like this he’s only good for one thing, bit quick off the mark aren’t you honey—
Rough lips dragged across his wet cheekbone in the semblance of a kiss. Johnny hadn’t even realized he’d started crying again. Shame curled in his chest, hot and stifling. He clung to Ben’s shoulders desperately, repeatedly knocking his head against hard rock like that would silence the voices. Johnny knew he was ugly, the choices he had made time and time again rotting in his chest and seeping up through his skin because he would never be able to outrun who he used to be. But somehow he still hoped Ben would hold him close anyway. Hoping that he would once again take in all the insecurity, all of his brazen sexual nature, his red face and wet eyes and hard cock and the sticky mess smeared across both of their bodies, and still somehow accept him anyway. Love him anyway.
The poisonous words were chased from his mind and replaced with Ben’s low timbre. He pressed sweet, deliberate kisses along Johnny’s face. Ben talked in a rolling tone that felt intimate and private like they were separated from the rest of the world as long as they stayed just as they were. He told Johnny how handsome he was, how beautiful, and how perfect he looked as he came. How every flicker of flame and every spark just drove him deeper in love. How he adored the sounds Johnny made, each gasp and moan and whimper as heavenly as the first time he heard it.
He talked and he talked and he talked, knowing Johnny needed it to keep him present. Knowing, because this was a well-worn routine and they were intimately familiar with the benefits of it. He talked, murmuring praise and declarations of love and syrupy nothings, even as Johnny slowly resumed a gentle grinding against his stomach. Ben’s gravelly voice filled his head with a pleasant fog, a soft haziness that blurred and dulled the self consciousness and shame trying to carve its way through his chest.
Ben helped him hold it at bay. Patiently opening him up and fucking him with his thick fingers. Working him through orgasm after orgasm for the hours his demanding desire lasted. Johnny burned and burned and burned, having flare outs so powerful their flameproof bedsheets caught on fire.
Johnny sighed sleepily from where he was curled up beside Ben under what was left of the covers. He nuzzled his face further into the crook of Ben’s neck. Blinking slowly, feeling tired and completely worn out and rubbed raw. But he couldn’t fall asleep.
Ben had been attentive and focused and so, so caring with him all night. He didn’t want to keep him from sleep any longer than he already had. Johnny listened, felt the rock under his head rise and fall rhythmically. Ben was just on the edge of sleep, probably only kept awake by the fact that he could tell Johnny wasn’t asleep yet.
He closed his eyes determinedly.
He didn’t sleep, he just got twitchy and his fingers tingled like they wanted to be lit on fire. He opened his eyes with a scowl. Guilt wormed its way through his chest but he whispered anyway, “Ben…”
Like he’d been waiting for this, he peeked an eye open with a smile, “Yes, Johnny?”
Johnny hesitated, curling up to Ben’s side tighter, “I’m so sorry—”
With no further prompting, Ben scooped Johnny up in his arms and nestled him directly on his chest. Johnny twisted so he could look up at Ben with large eyes. Ben said sternly but with such a gentle look in his sleepy eyes, “No more of that, Matchstick. Enough. No more ‘pologizing, ‘cause you have nothin’ to be sorry for.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Johnny’s nose.
Johnny hummed, drawing lazy fingertips over the rough crags of his brow. He loved how Ben’s accent thickened when he was tired. “How did I ever get so lucky?” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I love you, Ben. Thank you.”
The remaining tightness in his throat eased as the tension bled from his shoulders. Best to leave it at that, he was exhausted. He didn’t even know what he was trying to apologize for anymore. The compulsion to do it had just been itching at his throat since they settled down.
Ben held him tighter in response. “Always, baby boy. Love you too.”