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After a long, long day chasing down bank fraud receipts, Benoit Blanc fell gratefully into the soft bed of his Geneva hotel room. This case was proving to be something of a nightmare—or maybe it was just being this far away from Jud for the first time since their week in the Thrombey Mansion that made his heart ache so.
It certainly didn't help that the days were also long and, frankly, boring. Oh, sure, it was important to track the financial records of the pharmaceutical executive who'd somehow not noticed that his wife's medication was tampered with, but it wasn't fun.
It was lonely.
And tonight, he'd missed a call from Jud. Several, by the looks of it.
And texts.
Damn these Swiss banks and their security, making him leave his phone behind to access even the barest modicum of information. If they'd ruined his chance to talk to his sweetheart, he might just burn the whole financial system to the ground.
He quickly turned his attention to the text messages, hoping to make up for lost time. Nothing too exciting at first, just a few quick notes asking if he was there and reassuring him that Jud understood he was busy. Signed with kisses that made his heart flutter, new as he still was to receiving them.
But then, somewhere about three or four in, a particular message caught his eye.
i'm so sorry you're not here. i'm in bed.
it's early still and i can't get back to sleep i'm so hard.
Well. He checked the time stamp. That had come in just around lunchtime, when he'd been elbow-deep in forged hospital records.
What would that have been in Chimney Rock?
Four or five am. Jud would have been blinking and drowsy from sleep, movements languid and slow even as his hips ground back and forth on the bed.
Benoit gave a long sigh, remembering Jud waking up flooded with a potent combination of lust and sweetness that Sunday morning at the house, drowsily burrowing his curls into Benoit's chest while simultaneously fumbling to take him in hand.
His fingers had begun to dial Jud's number, never mind that it was early afternoon now, when the next text message in the list caught his eye.
i've got an idea.
And then…a voice memo.
A long one.
It didn't take a detective to figure out what that likely contained. Benoit almost dropped the phone in his eagerness to press 'play.'
"Um…hey. I…don't really know how to start. I want to make this hot for you, but I haven't done this before."
Benoit could imagine Jud undertaking the task with a sheepish smile and a deep blush on his cheeks, his discomfort causing him to wiggle and squirm on his tiny bed. Unsure, but determined to be good, to succeed in the task he'd set for himself.
Just the thought was causing Benoit to firm up in his pants.
He quickly unbuttoned, threw his pants and briefs to the side. Grabbing his headphones from where they lay on the bedside table, he settled himself into the plush bed, but his back had barely touched the mattress before he jumped up like a jack-in-the-box and hurried to his suitcase to extract the small container of lube from the side pocket.
Now truly prepared, Blanc resettled on the pillows and took himself in hand. He moved easily, slowly, just relaxing into the feeling and the sound of Jud's voice in his ear.
"I'll probably sound silly," a pause and a gorgeous giggle, "but I don't care. No. I kinda want it to sound silly, because I trust that you'll love that, love me however I am. God, you always do." There was a slight catch in Jud's throat that suggested he was starting to get into the mood of the thing.
Benoit Blanc smiled, sank even deeper into the bed.
"Okay, so I'm going to tell you something new. I don't know if you've noticed…probably have, actually, but I fucking love being in the car with you."
Benoit's hand paused in its languid movements. Had he noticed?
A bit, he supposed. Jud did often open up in the car on those Sunday drives. And they'd finally fully declared themselves in the car, though that was more due to his own idiot self than anything Jud wrought.
But Jud was still talking, and he turned his attention back to the recording. "It's for a million reasons, but one is…when I'm in the car with you, I remember that first night."
Benoit's heart skittered. He knew exactly what Jud was talking about.
"You were so close to me. I mean, you'd been close all day, but that moment you got right up in my space and I was almost scared for a second but then…I wasn't. I wasn't because it was you. And it was the first time in forever I'd felt…um…it was the first time I'd felt turned on since…fuck, I don't even know."
"I mean, I had been all day, really…ever since we met. But with everything going on, I didn't see it 'til that moment, and then it hit me like a fucking wave, Ben. Like I was gonna drown in your eyes and your smell and your body being right there."
The curled up, feral place inside Benoit Blanc snatched the words "first time I'd been turned on in forever" in its teeth and gnawed on them.
That Jud had been attracted to him, in that moment and before? Oh, that was obvious. That he'd reawakened that part of Jud when it had retreated in fear and shame?
That he hadn't known.
"That's what was freaking me out. Not…whatever you were saying about getting into my head, but because I wanted to let you." Over the line, Jud took in a shaking breath, apparently reconsidering his choice of words. "No, I didn't want to let you, I wanted to be part of it. I wanted you to get inside me, see me. And I wanted to get inside you just as bad."
Well, that phrasing brought up some very compelling images.
Benoit squeezed himself, began to thumb the head of his cock. He'd done that. Jud had lusted for him, ached for him, when he'd felt that for no one else for who knows how long. He'd locked it away and thought himself a safe and good little priest until Benoit Blanc had set his walls crumbling and reignited him.
Shit, he had to slow down. Focus, Blanc.
"So, whenever we were in the car, it was like I was back in that moment. I'd feel you so close to me, just the heat of your body, and smell your cologne and—even when you were fucking driving me to church—I'd imagine…"
Slow. Down.
"I'd imagine you pulling over, just staring me down with that look—the one where you know something and you're trying to figure out if I'm gonna make you say it or be brave enough to say it myself. And…I'm not. I don't say anything. I'm not…" and a small whine escaped his throat and was captured on tape.
Benoit gasped. He quickly paused the audio, strongly regretted not packing a ring, and checked the time stamp.
Far less than halfway through.
Of course, there was no guarantee that the whole message went on in this vein, and there was no reason he couldn't enjoy part of it now and the rest another time.
But, knowing that this was the first such message Jud had ever sent, he wanted to listen to every second with a pounding heart, enjoying the full flush of the chemical cocktail shooting around his body until the moment Jud had determined he could come.
At least, this first time. He had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.
Alright. Well, he'd just have to pace himself. At least now he knew what he was in for. Taking a deep breath, he pressed 'play' again.
"But it's okay. That's the hottest thing, I don't have to say. You know. You already know what I need without my having to say a word." Benoit let out a small noise of his own.
Somewhere in the back of his mind stirred words like 'consent' and 'discussion', but this was a fantasy. Jud wanted to imagine Benoit using his skills to take all that overwhelming responsibility and choice off his shoulders, leaving him open to nothing but feeling safety and pleasure.
Soon, they could discuss what the implications of that were for their real selves. For now, Benoit Blanc closed his eyes and touched himself, listening to the words.
"I…I don't say anything. Just whine. But you know. Sometimes, in my mind, you're so gentle with me. You run your hand down my face so softly, whisper in my ear, ‘Come here, darlin'.’"
Jud's attempt to mimic a Louisiana accent was truly terrible, and the recording captured his self-deprecating giggle.
"Sorry, I won't try that again. It's just…I can hear you so clearly. But right now, I want to imagine you looking at me and seeing that I'm fighting it, that I'm having trouble giving in to how I'm feeling. And you're going to help me."
"You always help me." Benoit swallowed hard.
"You tell me you're going to give me everything that I need. Then you're…" a sharp gasp, "you're already not in your coat, but you start to take off your tie and tell me to come sit on your lap."
Behind closed eyes, Blanc considered the logistics of how Jud would get from the bucket seat beside him to his lap and then embraced the dream logic. Car sex in real life had all kinds of complications, especially for a man with as many angles as Jud.
Thank goodness none of that mattered here.
"I straddle your lap and you're so hard. Fuck, I'm panting, just feeling you. I want to rub myself on you but, somehow, I'm frozen. I can't bring myself to do anything more. I'm just holding your shoulders, feeling you and so hard, but I can't do a thing."
Gorgeous. Jud helpless above him, lost in how aroused and overwhelmed he was. Benoit wasn't sure anything could be hotter.
He was wrong.
Jud took a breath and launched into the next statement as if it was what he'd wanted to say the whole time, had just been working up his nerve.
"You order me to put my hands up, right up above my head." He envisioned Jud's long torso stretched out before him, head thrown back and pulse beating in his neck…
"And then you tie me up."
Benoit's eyes popped open in surprise. He released his hold on his cock, forced himself to listen without any stimulation where he craved it the most.
Had to, or this would be over far, far too soon.
"You tie my hands together, using the silk of your tie, then attach them to the sun shade so they are trapped there. I can move a bit, but I can't stop you, can't fight whatever you're going to do to me." Fuck. A pulse of pre-cum leaked onto his lower belly.
"I don't have a choice, Ben, but I'm not scared. I'm relieved. You've helped, helped me so much. You've taken it away. I can trust you. I do trust you. And, shit, I want it so bad."
Jud's voice was beginning to take on a wrecked note. Benoit strained his ears and…yes, there it was: a subtle, wet sound that told him Jud had finally given in and was touching himself as he talked.
Thank goodness. If the boy felt half as desperate as he did right now, he might make it to the end yet.
"You…I guess you kinda examine me, where I'm hanging there. Fuck! I can see how much you like what you see. Your eyes just rake over me. Then you reach up and start undoing my shirt. You start with the lower buttons, undo them one by one but…not all the way to the top."
"Once you get it open, you play with my belly and chest, but don't touch my neck…and you don't touch the collar."
Oh. It was like that, was it?
"It's just…there. I can feel how tight it is and I'm sweating all down my neck and it's dripping down. It hurts, but I don't even care, because all I can feel is your hands."
"Then you unbuckle my belt, my pants. You're undressing me, right there on the side of the road, and I can't fucking stop you. Anyone could see. If someone looked, they'd know exactly what I was and they'd see me riding your lap and then you take me out from my pants and…oh, shit."
Benoit's hands spasmed where they lay on the bedclothes. He was rapidly losing control, and could only enjoy the fact that Jud, miles away and hours ago, was feeling the same.
"Sorry…that was close. Just thinking about you taking me out and just examining me—like my cock is the most fascinating thing you've seen in a long time—almost made me come. You would just make that kinda humming noise, and I'm hanging there straining on your tie, getting harder and harder as you just look."
Unable to stand another second untouched, Benoit moved the fingers of his left hand to his chest, and his right migrated back down, rubbing lightly under the head of his cock as his thumb moved back and forth, the very act of spreading the fluid over the taut skin making him leak even harder.
"Fuck, I'm so hard I'm getting wet. Drops of cum are just gathering, and I'm sure I'm going to drip all over your pants. You watch the first drop come down, catch it in your hand."
Benoit imagined that this was Jud's slick wetting his hand, his pleasure he was using to get off, and groaned aloud.
"Then you hold out your hand to me and tell me to spit in it. And I know that you're going to fuck me. And I want that, I want it so bad and you are being so good to me."
"I just stare down into your eyes and spit in your hand and so do you. You make me do it again, and again and then…then you're…oh…"
Jud was begining to unspool, his strained voice unable to keep up with his brilliant imagination. Tiny moans slipped in between the words, and Benoit strained his ears to catch them all.
"You start with a finger, just one, inside. You feel how fucking tight I am and your eyes turn dark, and you just growl at me, "Fuck. I didn't know you were that good a priest, Jud," and just push all the way inside and fuck me with it.
Brilliant idea. He reached again for the lube, wet the fingers of his left hand and began to tease one slowly around the rim of his hole. Suddenly, he was both Jud and himself: here in a sterile hotel and in his car on a New York country road and laying in Jud's narrow bed in the pre-dawn light, spilling filthy words into the phone.
Speaking of which… "Once you get me loose, you spit in your hand again and open your fly just far enough to get your cock out. You fist yourself and you're so hard and fucking gorgeous and I want to take you in my hand so bad I start to really pull and writhe and you slap my hip. Fuck. You slap it hard and tell me to sit still and be good."
Benoit breached himself and whined, high and needy, as he saw stars.
"You look into my face, make me open my eyes so I'm staring down at you. You hold my eyes. I can't see anything else but you, and you're all I can feel, the only thing in the world."
"And then you're right there and I know that you're going to fucking ruin me."
Jud was carried away now, not only by his attentions to his body but by his words, the story he was living in his own mind. Even through the imperfect medium of the recording, it was clear that this was as much for his pleasure as Blanc's.
Which only turned Benoit Blanc on more, if such a thing was even possible.
"You don't even let me get used to you, just pull me down by the hips and slide right in and I'm screaming, it's so good. You just hold my hip and shoulder for leverage and start fucking me. I'm tied up, just trapped, and when I move away, you pull me right back down. I'm just a toy for you…"
Oh, Jud…please, please be close. Benoit could feel it, now, and there wasn't a force on Earth that could hold him back this time. His heart was pounding so hard it was a wonder he could hear anything at all, but somehow the echoes of Jud stripping his cock at a brutal pace with his huge, strong hand carried loud and clear.
"You aren't touching me, and I need to come. Oh, fuck, Ben…I need to come so bad. I can't touch myself and I can't touch you…I just have to take it, just like you want, and anyone can look into the car and see and I want them to. Oh, Christ, I want them to, so they know I'm yours, your good boy, and that's so, so good and so bad and…fuck…Ben! Oh, shit, I'm coming…"
With a shattered cry, Benoit Blanc came in hot, shuddering waves all over his hand and his belly. The spasms caused him to clamp down hard on the finger inside, and another pulse of cum shot across his skin as his body shuddered in wave after wave of pleasure.
In the message, he heard Jud working himself through the aftermath, high whines giving way to gasping breaths as he came down from his high.
Finally, he settled. Benoit had barely had time to come back to himself when Jud's voice returned, hoarse and shaking. "Jesus Christ. I…okay, that was intense. I don't…" a sweet giggle, "Sorry. Didn't plan to get that messy. Um…"
A few more moments, the rustling of fabric, and then Jud returned, a bit more composed. "I'm back. Hey!"
Through his post-orgasm haze, Benoit smiled at hearing Jud's voice as joyous as if he'd aced a test he wasn't sure he'd studied enough for.
"I hope you liked it. I did like making it. I really did."
Liked it. Understatement of the goddamn century.
"Anyway, I love you. I'll talk to you soon!"
The message ended. Benoit took a few deep breaths while he contemplated calling back right then, but determined that he was hungry, tired, and a complete mess after that exertion and resolved to make himself human again before talking to his sweetheart.
He reached for the hotel phone, ordered some room service, then rose from the bed and busied himself cleaning up. Emerging from the shower, he slipped on an undershirt and topped it with one of Jud's sweatshirts, a little treat he'd snuck into his luggage. It hung ridiculously long on his arms and torso, but the comfort it provided was worth any blows to his dignity.
He was just in time to meet the room service as it arrived. Settling down with his food, he glanced at his watch and confirmed it wasn't too bizarre a time to call Chimney Rock before dialing Jud's number.
It was answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Well, helloooo to you, you menace." Benoit let every ounce of love and satisfaction seep into his tone. "I hope you know you'll be the cause of multiple instances of distracted driving in my future. How am I supposed to check my rearview again without imaginin' that?"
Jud's laugh was more beautiful than any mountain vista and sweeter than Swiss chocolate. A long pause, then, "Did you like it?"
Now it was Blanc's turn to laugh. "Honey, I loved it. Every second. And not just 'cause I got to hear you moan so pretty for me." On the other end of the line, Jud gave a little squeak.
He hadn't really intended to open this Pandora's box. They were thousands of miles too far apart to really have this conversation. But, maybe not too far to make a start. "I liked what you were sayin'. About taking care of you, making things easy by taking some of the burden. I liked that a lot."
"Yeah," Jud's voice was breathy and soft, "I've…been thinking about that."
"Can we talk more about it, next time I come see you?" Benoit was careful to respect the boundaries he'd been given, "Just talk. If you're comfortable."
"I'd like that. And…I know we didn't really talk it through before, but…I'm okay with messages like this, if you are. Not sure about…" Benoit could hear Jud swallow, "phone sex. That's a little too immediate…"
"Understood."
"But…this was like writing. Just a fantasy I shared with you."
Plausible deniability. The name of the game until things resolved themselves. And, if this was the sop he'd get to tide him over 'til the real thing…he'd take it.
"Well, in that case…you should probably be lookin' out for somethin' from me, sugar. Not today, mind. I'm a bit wrung out at the moment. A very, very good boy spun me a tale that just about did me in." Jud, true to form, whined deep in his throat at the endearment.
Benoit noted that he should make that one of the first things on their "to discuss" list. In the meantime…
"Tell me about the rest of your day, honey. You woke up, chose seduction, and then…"
Jud laughed again, and launched into a discussion of meetings, chores and the minutiae of life in Chimney Rock. Benoit began to tuck into his dinner, phone held to his ear.
Listening to Jud describe last night's gathering with his crafting circle around the fireplace of the rectory, he was suddenly reminded of a favorite fantasy: Jud, naked and pliant on his knees on the thick carpet, illuminated with only the light of the flames.
Well. He dragged his attention away from the thought, but the image lingered like a negative on glass. Benoit Blanc did a few quick calculations, smiled to himself.
He resolved not to talk too long into the evening and hope Jud woke up just as desperate tomorrow as he had today.
He'd have a little gift to open, come the morning.