Lock the Doors and Close the Blinds
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jaebilityTitle: Lock the Doors and Close the Blinds
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verdictlesslife
Rating: NC-17, but not an extreme NC-17, if that makes any sense
Word count: 998
Characters: Ben and Dan
Summary: Veni, vidi, vici - But maybe not in that order
Warnings: Ben and Dan fooling around in bed
A/N: This was attempt #2 for Porn Battle at IJ, but I didn't finish it in time. Finally sat my big butt down and worked on it this past weekend. Hope you like it! The title I stole from "I Can't Decide" by the amazing Scissor Sisters, which is a total Ben/Dan song. I wanted to call it "Fuck and Kiss You Both at the Same Time," since that line's great, but I decided on something less explicit. Yay, I guess.
"Your gang-"
"Fuck 'em," Ben snarls. Undressing with cuffs on damn near impossible, and Dan's hands are tight around Ben's collar and stay there, frozen, which is goddamn unhelpful. He wants it - Ben knows it and he'd always right - it's just getting him to admit it that's a bitch. Dan doesn't make anything easy, and it's not fair that that's so arousing: fighting for something instead of just getting it.
"But Charlie-"
"Fuck 'im." He's not going to think about goddamn Charlie and the boys now. Ben pushes up the thin cotton shirt, running his fingers briefly across Dan's shivering stomach. Skinny, he discovers as he touches the soft flesh covering Dan's ribs. Christ, too skinny - Just bones and bruised skin. That makes him madder somehow, and he shoves Dan flat on his back on the bed to work on his pants.
"You can't-"
"Fuck that, Dan." That he can't is ridiculous. Of course he can - They're in the goddamn bridal suite of all places and handcuffs are a pain in the ass but that ain't impossible to work around and for days he's been chasing his prize. Dan's breaths come out in panting puffs even though he hasn't been doing any of the work, just sitting while Ben fights the grip of Dan's belt. And balancing while straddling isn't easy, especially with his pants getting so goddamn tight.
"Wade-"
"Ben, Dan. Ben." He could at least have the decency to use his goddamn Christian name. But then Dan obligingly lifts his hips when Ben yanks at his pants, and his cock's up already - Of course; everyone likes him, from the judges to the wardens to the whores and everyone in between. He gets what he wants, and he wants Dan - The bastard who doesn't know when to give up and give in and is skinny and hungry and thirsty and poor. Everyone else would be on their knees in front of him already or they'd be dead.
"Dammit, Wade! I gotta take you in-"
"Ben." Everyone else would've surrendered. Everyone else would've been defeated. Only goddamn Dan would keep him in cuffs for so long. It's getting infuriating that Dan refuses to admit his weakness when it's written so goddamn clearly across his face and his goddamn cock. Ben sits back on his haunches to survey Dan's partial nudity: the bones of his pelvis stick out, too, and it's obvious who of the Evan's family has been bearing the weight of the drought and debt. "Damn, you're stubborn."
"I- I ain't stubborn-"
"Contrary." Ben adds as he grabs Dan's erection. Dan inhales a sharp breath and closes his eyes - which is a damn shame; there's green in those hazel eyes - and when Ben strokes, he grunts and arches forward. A thrill shudders through Ben, too, like he's the one being touched. The chains of the cuffs drag along as Ben moves his hands, but that sets Dan off even more. He makes fists in the sheet, grabbing handfuls and twisting, and Ben grins triumphant as he watches Dan writhe below him. "I knew you'd warm up to me eventually."
Dan shakes his head, eyes still squeezed shut, and makes a noise in his throat. He's so silky and warm that Ben's eyes close for a second, too – but only for a second, because like hell is he going to miss watching him. Dan shudders and releases the sheets, and his hands latch onto Ben's thighs, his long fingers digging in like goddamn claws. When Ben grunts at the pain, he blinks his eyes open and runs his tongue over his lips – cocktease – and then all of a sudden pushes backward, wiggling like a snake and bending his legs. The damn rancher nearly knocks Ben off the bed - The hell is he doing? The hell is he thinking? They're so close- Ben wobbles and curses, "Dammit, Dan, what are-"
"Shut up," and then, as an almost after-thought, "Ben."
Those long fingers move up Ben's legs to the waist of his pants and then goddamn stop there for an unbearably long second before unbuttoning and undoing and reaching and rubbing. He's still on his knees and they're aching and his cock in Dan's hands is aching, and Jesus, it's hard to keep his eyes open. Dan's got calluses and he's going about it too delicately, but goddamn, he's making Ben's pant with the heat of it and the slide of it and those wide eyes-
It'd be easy to come, but he's no greenhorn, so he clamps his teeth together, swings his legs to the side, and drops onto the mattress next to Dan. What he wants is to grab Dan's hips and grind hard into him, but with the goddamn cuffs, the best he can do is push Dan's hands back down. Ben presses his mouth against Dan's neck, skimming with his teeth and dragging his tongue over the soft skin, feeling Dan's pulse speeding like a runaway train. Ha. Making him wait for so long and then turning the tables - Serves the sly son of a bitch right. Their arms collide and the chain of the cuffs is an unpleasant coldness against flushed skin, but once he finds Dan's cock again and Dan's holding him – Goddamn.
It's better – it's so damn good – to do it together. Their strokes are getting more frantic and it only takes a few more for Dan to come, gasping and shivering, around Ben's fingers. The slick heat of it is maddening and Ben follows with a grunt, a release so damn sharp that it borders on painful. Dan shudders and Ben uncurls his fingers to allow Dan to roll onto his back, his scrawny chest – Ben's gonna have to buy him steak dinners for a goddamn month – heaving breaths at the ceiling. Ben grins at the sticky mess in the cuff chains and wipes his hands on the sheets before sitting up and brushing his damp hair back.
God, victory was sweet.
Author:
verdictlesslifeRating: NC-17, but not an extreme NC-17, if that makes any sense
Word count: 998
Characters: Ben and Dan
Summary: Veni, vidi, vici - But maybe not in that order
Warnings: Ben and Dan fooling around in bed
A/N: This was attempt #2 for Porn Battle at IJ, but I didn't finish it in time. Finally sat my big butt down and worked on it this past weekend. Hope you like it! The title I stole from "I Can't Decide" by the amazing Scissor Sisters, which is a total Ben/Dan song. I wanted to call it "Fuck and Kiss You Both at the Same Time," since that line's great, but I decided on something less explicit. Yay, I guess.
"Your gang-"
"Fuck 'em," Ben snarls. Undressing with cuffs on damn near impossible, and Dan's hands are tight around Ben's collar and stay there, frozen, which is goddamn unhelpful. He wants it - Ben knows it and he'd always right - it's just getting him to admit it that's a bitch. Dan doesn't make anything easy, and it's not fair that that's so arousing: fighting for something instead of just getting it.
"But Charlie-"
"Fuck 'im." He's not going to think about goddamn Charlie and the boys now. Ben pushes up the thin cotton shirt, running his fingers briefly across Dan's shivering stomach. Skinny, he discovers as he touches the soft flesh covering Dan's ribs. Christ, too skinny - Just bones and bruised skin. That makes him madder somehow, and he shoves Dan flat on his back on the bed to work on his pants.
"You can't-"
"Fuck that, Dan." That he can't is ridiculous. Of course he can - They're in the goddamn bridal suite of all places and handcuffs are a pain in the ass but that ain't impossible to work around and for days he's been chasing his prize. Dan's breaths come out in panting puffs even though he hasn't been doing any of the work, just sitting while Ben fights the grip of Dan's belt. And balancing while straddling isn't easy, especially with his pants getting so goddamn tight.
"Wade-"
"Ben, Dan. Ben." He could at least have the decency to use his goddamn Christian name. But then Dan obligingly lifts his hips when Ben yanks at his pants, and his cock's up already - Of course; everyone likes him, from the judges to the wardens to the whores and everyone in between. He gets what he wants, and he wants Dan - The bastard who doesn't know when to give up and give in and is skinny and hungry and thirsty and poor. Everyone else would be on their knees in front of him already or they'd be dead.
"Dammit, Wade! I gotta take you in-"
"Ben." Everyone else would've surrendered. Everyone else would've been defeated. Only goddamn Dan would keep him in cuffs for so long. It's getting infuriating that Dan refuses to admit his weakness when it's written so goddamn clearly across his face and his goddamn cock. Ben sits back on his haunches to survey Dan's partial nudity: the bones of his pelvis stick out, too, and it's obvious who of the Evan's family has been bearing the weight of the drought and debt. "Damn, you're stubborn."
"I- I ain't stubborn-"
"Contrary." Ben adds as he grabs Dan's erection. Dan inhales a sharp breath and closes his eyes - which is a damn shame; there's green in those hazel eyes - and when Ben strokes, he grunts and arches forward. A thrill shudders through Ben, too, like he's the one being touched. The chains of the cuffs drag along as Ben moves his hands, but that sets Dan off even more. He makes fists in the sheet, grabbing handfuls and twisting, and Ben grins triumphant as he watches Dan writhe below him. "I knew you'd warm up to me eventually."
Dan shakes his head, eyes still squeezed shut, and makes a noise in his throat. He's so silky and warm that Ben's eyes close for a second, too – but only for a second, because like hell is he going to miss watching him. Dan shudders and releases the sheets, and his hands latch onto Ben's thighs, his long fingers digging in like goddamn claws. When Ben grunts at the pain, he blinks his eyes open and runs his tongue over his lips – cocktease – and then all of a sudden pushes backward, wiggling like a snake and bending his legs. The damn rancher nearly knocks Ben off the bed - The hell is he doing? The hell is he thinking? They're so close- Ben wobbles and curses, "Dammit, Dan, what are-"
"Shut up," and then, as an almost after-thought, "Ben."
Those long fingers move up Ben's legs to the waist of his pants and then goddamn stop there for an unbearably long second before unbuttoning and undoing and reaching and rubbing. He's still on his knees and they're aching and his cock in Dan's hands is aching, and Jesus, it's hard to keep his eyes open. Dan's got calluses and he's going about it too delicately, but goddamn, he's making Ben's pant with the heat of it and the slide of it and those wide eyes-
It'd be easy to come, but he's no greenhorn, so he clamps his teeth together, swings his legs to the side, and drops onto the mattress next to Dan. What he wants is to grab Dan's hips and grind hard into him, but with the goddamn cuffs, the best he can do is push Dan's hands back down. Ben presses his mouth against Dan's neck, skimming with his teeth and dragging his tongue over the soft skin, feeling Dan's pulse speeding like a runaway train. Ha. Making him wait for so long and then turning the tables - Serves the sly son of a bitch right. Their arms collide and the chain of the cuffs is an unpleasant coldness against flushed skin, but once he finds Dan's cock again and Dan's holding him – Goddamn.
It's better – it's so damn good – to do it together. Their strokes are getting more frantic and it only takes a few more for Dan to come, gasping and shivering, around Ben's fingers. The slick heat of it is maddening and Ben follows with a grunt, a release so damn sharp that it borders on painful. Dan shudders and Ben uncurls his fingers to allow Dan to roll onto his back, his scrawny chest – Ben's gonna have to buy him steak dinners for a goddamn month – heaving breaths at the ceiling. Ben grins at the sticky mess in the cuff chains and wipes his hands on the sheets before sitting up and brushing his damp hair back.
God, victory was sweet.
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Date: 2008-01-23 11:39 pm (UTC)awsome fic!
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Date: 2008-02-04 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-24 12:10 pm (UTC)Love your Ben/Dan story.
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Date: 2008-02-04 04:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-25 04:34 am (UTC)Kick ass. Awesome job.
Sexcillent!
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Date: 2008-02-04 04:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-27 05:48 am (UTC)Feel like having a whiskey now.
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Date: 2008-02-04 04:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-28 08:25 am (UTC)(scissor sisters are amazing aren't they?)
nice job, really quite wonderful!
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Date: 2008-02-04 04:53 pm (UTC)And thanks!
(Your icon is awesome, by the way!)
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Date: 2008-03-04 01:45 am (UTC)I loved that. Dan finally surrenders to Dan's request at the same time that he's taking initiative. And Ben having to fight not to come, "but he's no greenhorn, so he clamps his teeth together." They're both fighting themselves as well as each other. Sooooooooo hot and marvelously written, and a great last line.
And, damn, your Summary cracked me up; in all my years of reading fanfic, I've not seen that one. LOL!
OK, I have to confess. I only saw the film the first time fucking yesterday. I have MS and don't have the energy to go out as often as I'd like, and it never worked out, but my 16-year old son brought it over yesterday so we could both watch it the first time, and then he had to go back to his dad's and do homework, and I was thinking, "must find 3:10 slash, must find 3:10 slash." So blown away, and as you put it, "in the goddamn bridal suite of all places." Was that a comment on the unsubtlety of the film btw? B/c that brought out a smile--but this frilly feminine room and these two MEN is also a lovely irony besides a confirmation to those viewers who suspect, but aren't quite sure, and then it's the goddamn bridal suite, and you just nod.
So anyway, I had to find some fic, good fic, and I had to erase the end of the film for a while, and there was "Face Down," and I could tell my daughter I found a writer I liked without her help. :-) So thank you.
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Date: 2008-10-12 05:47 pm (UTC)I loved that. Dan finally surrenders to Dan's request at the same time that he's taking initiative.
Thank you! I actually have a very hard time getting Dan's character right; he always turns out too wimpy.
So blown away, and as you put it, "in the goddamn bridal suite of all places." Was that a comment on the unsubtlety of the film btw?
Hehe, I saw that scene as just an extended nod to SUBTEXT! (also known as BUTTSEX!) <3
Anyway, thank you again for reading and thank you for your comment!
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Date: 2008-08-26 04:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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