Car Talk

M and M

Car Talk
By M and M

Notes: This actually based more after Ultimate Fantastic Four rather than the movie. It’s an RP we did and edited to be prose form. Sort of. Beware of mistakes. :3 Based after the Doom Arch or after issue 12. Johnny is 17. Ben’s about 21. u_u

Yes, we have hard rock love, folks.

If you like, we might post another F4 based RP.

Please review? :3

Don’t own the Fantastic Four, we’d be richer if we did.

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Jonathan Spencer Storm was beaming. Okay, so they'd practically gutted their borrowed Hummer, taken off the side-panels, re-worked them, added, subtracted, modified, upgraded, made over, redone, and rebuilt the car. Johnny'd even gone and slathered it in primer.

All that was left was the detailing. And this car, it was beautiful. It was big, dominating, but it wasn't blocky like a hummer. It had smooth, sleek, aerodynamic curves. It had hopped up wheels to make it taller than most everything else on the road. It had custom seats big enough for Ben's big ass to drive in! This car had everything.

Johnny was gloating, when he grabbed Ben by the wrist and dragged him out of the kitchen. "Color schemes. Detailing. I even have swatches so you can look at 'em and compare and stuff," Johnny said, bright-eyed. And still amused by how often Ben wore those stupid clothes he'd ordered for him. Johnny locked his bedroom door.

After all, this was a secret operation they were sharing. Not that Sue and Reed would notice. Johnny kept waiting to hear "Eureka" from the lab, for once.

And Benjamin J. Grimm was scowling. Not that most could notice the difference, and not even Reed, his best friend for an odd some of years, could tell when he was mock scowling. Sue, for all the insight she believed she had, couldn't read his facial expressions at all. The only one who could was Johnny.

They had become friends over the past few months, bonding over clobbering enemies, yelling at each other for treating the 'lamestastic' with care that was anything less than babying, playing Mario Kart, and generally complaining how lame Reed was. That was why Ben wore the clothing Johnny bought him, and they didn’t tear so often.

And Ben, for his part, allowed himself to be 'dragged', because there was no way Johnny could drag him anywhere by purely physical means. The high-pitched whine of the blonde’s voice did wonders. Not even rock could protect his ears from that whine. "If I see pink, I'm just gonna go back to bed, understand?"

Johnny shoved the craggy man towards his bed, and snickered. "If I thought you were the kind of guy to drive around in a pink car, I'dve commandeered us a VW Bug," he said in his own defense, before digging out a wide selection of... well, blue. There were blacks and greys and greens, too, but mostly it was shades of blue, all unnervingly close to the color of Ben's eyes. Johnny had a good eye.

"I'm liking... uh.." Johnny squinted at the name for the color-swatch. "Ultramarine," he said with a little snort, before handing over the swatches and stretching out on the bed, flopped on his back, one hand across his stomach, one arm over his eyes.

He'd been covering the car in primer all morning. He was tired!

en gingerly sat down on Johnny's bed, the bed groaned in protest though it had proven to be quite sturdy. They were treated to something decent when it came to their rooms, Ben's being an appropriate size though he could easily sleep comfortably in Johnny's bed with room to spare. The giant of man took a few of the swatches that was laid out on Johnny's bed.

"Blue." Ben mused, his deep voice sour and rumbley. "Dude, everything we have is blue. They probably think it's some fucking fetish of ours, pipsqueak." He did like the color, it was just amusing but better than the fetish getups the X-Men wore. That professor X guy was a frigging pervert.

"I like blue," Johnny said with a small growl. "Not as much as I like red, but you don't like red. So, blue. Black is boring. Black is like, the Batmobile. We are ten million times more awesome than the batmobile." Johnny smiled from where he lay. He actually didn't mind their uniforms. They made him look good, and he knew it. He liked the color, it brought out his eyes. It wasn't quite the right shade for Ben's, though. Johnny had these pale. almost tropical-water blue eyes that were bright and burning even when he was on fire, somehow. Even if they weren't blue then, they sort of looked it.

Ben's were darker, richer and.. honestly, Johnny liked the color better.

"You want green? They have pink, you know," he laughed, and rolled onto his side, curling against the outside of Ben's thigh.

Ben didn't care much for his uniform, but then again, he didn't care much for most clothing on him, even when he was a kid. "Cops stop red cars more often, douche bag." Ben retorted. "I'd say piss yellow but..." The craggy man narrowed his eyes, his heavy ridges furrowing as he looked at the color. "We worked too fucking hard to make it that lame.”

Ultramarine was a nice color, though teal, the nice pale foamy color, was oddly appealing. "Silver?" He offered, looking down as he watched the younger man curl against him. "Kid, you got the strangest taste in teddy bears." Not that Johnny was a lot younger than he was, only a four year difference between them, but Johnny acted younger than his age. But then again, so did Ben. But Ben was the heavy rock man who no one wanted to deal with, so Johnny got the kid title.

Johnny was dealing with him! Johnny liked dealing with him! It was probably a good thing.

"I'd rather it be sea foam green than silver," Johnny protested, before laughing, resting his cheek on a rocky, denim-covered thigh. "You're not that uncomfortable, Benny," Johnny said, almost scoldingly. The tone was reminiscent of Sue, the voice altogether Johnny's.

Seventeen still counted as a kid! Sue'd even been mean and made him go back to high school for a few weeks! At a public school! And.. well, granted, he'd almost blown their cover and they let him come home, but he still counted as a kid. As far as he was concerned.

"You're always mopin' around about it. You're not that bad. I don't get why everybody's all crazy about it." Johnny was perfectly content against Ben's rocky leg!

"Because rocks can hurt, idiot,." Ben said, almost wanting to ruffle Johnny's hair, but held back the desire. That was so not cool. "It's hard and sharp and I've busted my lip quite a few times when rock climbed" He leaned back, looking between the two colors. "And maybe if I looked like a statue of my former self, maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad."

"But I got a mug that only a mother could love." Which brought about issues he really didn't want to talk about.

"You're not that uncomfortable," Johnny protested, one hand making its way up onto Ben's leg, to rest there, as he shot a serious look up at the older man. "Honest. I wrestle with you all the time, worst I ever got was a little scraped up, and that wasn't serious or anything. And you don't look bad, Ben. You look like you to me. You're not even ugly, dude. And there are some seriously fugly people in the world. You look good," Johnny said, with the exasperated tone of a person who didn't expect to be believed, who wasn't saying it just to be nice.

Who was saying it for real.

Johnny sat up, then, because you don't just lay against some dude's thigh and tell him he doesn't look half bad. YOu just... don't.

Ben laughed, a nice loud, comfortable sound. Ben was a horrible judge of reading the tone of people's voices. He found himself slightly disappointed that Johnny's head lifted from his leg. While pain was something that dulled against his skin, soft touches were clearly felt. He hadn't figured that one out yet, and he hadn't told Sue because she would ask why.

"Dude, are you offering?" He chuckled, grinning good-naturedly.

"Uhm," Jona said a little awkwardly, the tips of his ears flushing. He could feel them turning pink, could feel himself hesitate. It was two seconds. Of thinking. And Johnny got to his feet and went to lean against the door, putting some space between him and his friend, before he said - stammered really, "Y-yeah, I kind of am."

Johnny coughed, clearing his throat, and ran his fingers through his hair, this .. confused look on his face, as he thought about it.

Yup. Definitely offering.

"... uh." He wasn't sure what else to say. The younger man's reaction had alarmed him, confused him. And he just couldn't help but feel almost hopeful...

"You're not fucking with me, are you?" Ben growled, frowning but then realized he didn't choose the best of words. He sighed and slumped down on the bed.

Johnny "No, I'm not fucking around, Benny," Johnny said softly, looking down, before looking up to meet Ben's eyes, almost guiltily from across the room. "I mean... s-seriously, you.. l-look good to me."

Johnny was seriously kicking himself. Telling himself to just shut up and pretend he'd been joking, but he just... couldn't. Not when Ben got such a sensitive tone to his voice and such a .. frightened curve to his lips. Johnny could tell.

"I-If you're not, I mean, it's totally cool. I can drop it and nothing changes."

"... you're gay?" Ben was not good with conversations like this. Not at all. "If... you're going to get curious I'm sure there are a lot of safer guys to try it with." He sat up straight, ignoring that odd little feeling of delight.

Because he was straight, there was no delight at all that Johnny liked him that way. He was straight.

Honestly.

Johnny was cute, but it maybe because he reminded him of Sue who was pretty hot... but she had a pig nose and he never thought about her. Not like that.

Johnny didn't have a pig nose. He had thought once, and only once about Johnny's mouth. But that was impossible. "You've seen what I've done when I'm pissed off and don't wanna contort myself..."

"Dude, I'm not gay," Johnny said, like he was surprised Ben would suggest it. "I just... I --" Johnny shrugged a little awkwardly. "I just like you. But I dig you way too much as a friend to fuck it up, so you know, if it's a thing, we can forget about it." Johnny offered a sheepish smile, his cheeks flushed. Kind of terribly, terribly flushed. "And I know what you do, man, seriously. I trust you like ... like you, I don't know, it's this whole different thing. It's cool though. Just ... give the word, and it's gone."

Johnny bit his lower lip. If Ben met his eyes, he'd be able to tell Johnny didn't.. want Ben to give the word.

"Not that there's anything wrong with it..." Ben said weakly, trying to bring some humor into the conversation. That was a good sign, wasn't it? "And giving the word isn't gonna make it go away."

Now that it was out in the open, wheels started churning in his head. That his brief thought of being with Johnny wasn’t impossible. And the fact someone wanted him, wanted him in them, was a strange aphrodisiac when he near convinced himself that human contact wouldn't go beyond a mere hug.

"Well, it'll make me start to maybe try an' get over it, instead of ... crushin'," Johnny admitted with a little awkward shrug. Crushing. He hadn't crushed on anybody since ... before all this, honestly. He'd just been so caught up in it. Johnny licked his lips, watching Ben watch him, able to see the wheels turning in his head. He could tell Benny was thinking.

Johnny wanted to know what he was thinking of. How best to brush him off? How to stop spending so much time with him? How it would feel to be wrapped around him and on top of him and insi--

Johnny could feel his cheeks turning pink.

Ben sighed heavily, but his blue eyes weren’t looking at the younger man. His thoughts were between how to stop spending so much time with Johnny and how Johnny would feel. And the thoughts were leaded strongly to the blonde wrapped about him, how he'd squirm under him…

"Johnny..." Ben began, trying to think how to put down his conflicted feelings into words. "I thought about it once... about you but kinda never did again. Impossible so why bother, y'know?" Ben shrugged, scratching the back of his neck, the light sound of rock scraping against rock echoed in the room. "I never liked a guy before, I could hurt you, and it would have sounded pathetic."

"But I don't want to agree to it because I'm not sure if I'm only using you or if maybe... there's more." He sighed. "This sucks."

"This fantasti-sucks. Dude, you fantasti-suck," Johnny said, opting for casual. Casual was easy. Casual they were used to. "Can't decide on anything today, huh. Not colors, not nothin'," Johnny said, and headed back over to the bed, gathering up the color-swatches Ben wasn't looking at. The blonde tossed them down onto the floor, before he took his seat next to the rocky man.

"Don't pick green just 'cause you're sick of everything we have being blue," Johnny said, sagely. "If you like blue better, stick with it. We could... always give green a try and paint it over."

The blonde looked up at Ben, very obviously considering... something. And then his hand was on Ben's jaw and he was leaning in and his breath was caught in the back of his throat and he was pressing his small, soft, pouty lips against Ben's big rough ones.

It was just a little kiss.

The tiny kiss was the most erotic thing Ben had felt in his life. He had kisses that made him horny, hot and bothered. But it was usually a sudden reaction, that would lead into a rapid, explosive coupling that really didn't leave much of an impact on his psyche.

Perhaps it was simply due to the fact he never expected to kiss someone again. Or maybe it was because he knew Johnny better than he did with the random silly girl he driven into. He wasn't sure what to do, his mouth was too big and too awkward to kiss back.

He pressed a large rocky hand on the small of Johnny's back, placing pressure against it. Ben then pressed against the smarter mouth, feeling very awkward though his stony lips didn't move though he felt the familiar burn of heat between his legs.

Johnny kept his eyes stubbornly closed, his brow furrowed. His mouth was small, yes, but hot and confident, as he went so far as to draw his tongue across Ben's craggy lower lip, and to press a kiss to the very center of it, before he pulled back. He couldn't push too far, wouldn't push too hard. He wanted, yes, and he felt like he needed, but Ben was too important for him to go demanding anything. Especially knowing how fragile the big man's heart could be.

"Y-you don't have to," Johnny said softly, nuzzling his cheek against Ben's rough jaw, "B-but I'd like it if you kissed me back next time."

The soft lick of the younger man's tongue earned him a gasp, a rumbling sound, just like the earth shifting during an earthquake. Ben’s breath was hot moist, normal, against Johnny's mouth and his large hand curled against the blonde’s back, the edges of what had been his finger nails gently pressed into smooth skin. "Dude, I could bite your head off." Ben chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment, his hand flexing to lightly scratch Johnny's back. "Y-you sure? If it's possible, I mean..."

"I'm kind of going out on a limb here," Johnny said, "but you know, if I wasn't sure I... I mean, I probably wouldn'tve tried that just now." Jona tipped his head down, hiding his face for just a minute, before he pulled back and met Ben's eyes. "Your big mouth doesn't scare me, Benny."

Johnny sighed, and bit his lower lip, getting used to how it felt. Ben didn't feel bad. Just a little rough. Almost like, all of him was just a little stubbly.

Ben lifted his other hand to press gently against Johnny's check and gently patted the soft flesh. "I'll try... if it's too freaky, just uhm... scream?" He really needed humor right now but it just wasn't producing.

He gently tilted the blonde's head up, though he wouldn't have had been so gentle if he was still flesh. He was always a rough and tumble kind of guy, but right now, if ever, it wouldn't be possible. Ben took another deep breath before bent his head down, narrowed and puckered his mouth, before gently pressing his rough lips aganist Johnny's.

The whole fact he was attracted to the blonde wasn't quite as alarming as he thought it should be. It was like an anvil that dropped on his head, and he merely said, "Oh." And continued on.

Johnny hadn't been so lucky. When he'd first realized he was into Ben, he'd been outright shocked with himself. It wasn't that he liked men (though he had looked at porn for six hours one night, just to make sure). All that had done was given him an idea of what he'd wanted Benny to do with him, much less to him.

He returned the kiss, and it felt ... crazy-different. It was still a mouth, but it was almost like kissing brick, the rough texture and the firmness of the kiss making his lips feel bruised already. It wasn't a bad feeling. Intense, but not bad. Johnny had his arms up, around Ben's neck, in a few moments, one hand pulling him closer by the back of his neck, the other with fingers flared against the top of his rocky shoulder.

Ben could barely make himself breathe, it was surreal to him to feel someone pulling him closer, wanting him and not caring about the texture of his skin, how he looked, how he felt. He suspected if things progressed further, such things could take a dramatic turn. He could still get a hard on, and he was not small. Quite the opposite what Sue and Reed had believed.

He wasn't so sure what to do next, usually a woman got a little breast action. But what he did wasn't possible with Johnny. The hand that had cupped the blonde's cheek moved to Johnny's stomach, pressing lightly against before tugging up the shirt to slip two fingers under to brush the tight stomach.

Johnny sucked in his breath, the scratchy fingers pleasant against his stomach, and he slid his hands down over Ben's back, clutching up the shirt he'd gotten for him and tugging it up a little, so that he could touch more of that craggy skin.

Ben felt real to Johnny, like Ben and nobody else. It was unmistakable, and not just because his skin was so rough, and hard. Johnny couldn't have put it into words.

He arched into Benny's hand, tongue flicking across stony lips. Johnny'd thought about going further than this. He'd thought long and hard, with his head thrown back and his hips straining upwards.

Ben did his best not to mar the warm flesh under his fingertips, the most he wanted to do that soft skin was to make it a bit red. Nothing drastic, light scratches that would heal in a matter of days and leaving nothing behind.

Ben awkwardly parted his lips when he felt the younger man's tongue lick at him. His mouth was warm, moist, soft, no different than most people except it was bigger, as was his tongue. He was going to have trouble getting off Johnny's clothing, he had a hard enough time on his own. And a grunt escaped him when the slender lithe hips brushed against his growing cock.

Ben closed his eyes, if Johnny could get over 'that' plunging into him, then it might not be too bad for Ben. Ben had forgotten that the blonde had seen him naked before. Of course, loosening Johnny up would be an endeavor in itself.

Johnny'd seen Ben naked, but he sure as hell hadn't seen him naked and hard. Or maybe it was right to say, naked and turned on. Johnny broke the kiss to peel Ben's shirt up off of him. It was a smooth, easy motion. To be honest, right then the blonde didn't care if anything got ripped. Ben's shirt landed in a crumpled heap by the bed, and Johnny pressed his lips to the other man's again, having to check himself, to keep from kissing him too hard, to keep from scratching himself up.

He gave a soft whimper, wriggling, dropping one shoulder, and then the next, as he worked his way out of his shirt, pulling it up and off as he caught his breath, before settling into the kiss again. The roughness of Ben's hands was more than just pleasant. His kiss, it was warm and honest, and Johnny liked the feel of his chest, his skin, rubbing up against rough rock.

Ben lifted his arms when was sure Johnny might have torn the shirt, he thought he heard the tearing of cloth against rock. He wanted to kiss Johnny harder, he truly did as his hand moved under Johnny's shirt to his chest, brushing over a nipple and lightly pinching it between large fingers. He watched in a daze as Johnny pulled his shirt off, exposing oddly tempting skin. Just as pretty as any girl’s with fine small pores. When they returned to the kiss, Ben probed gently at Johnny's mouth, the taste a little more manly than a woman's mouth though just as soft.

Johnny's breath faltered in his chest when Ben drew those rough fingers across his chest, and over his nipple. He gave a tiny moan against Ben's mouth, and suckled at the tip of his tongue. The blonde was positively purring, shifting his weight and trying to get closer. He straddled one of Ben's thighs, rising up so that his weight was on his knees, and that he was leaning down to kiss Ben, smaller, soft hands running down his chest.

Ben hesitated for a moment when Johnny's breath changed, taking a deep breath and remained still before he heard the tiny, sweet little moan. That caused him to moan and shift his hips as he felt his pants become too tight to be comfortable as his erection grew and his cock pulsed. The sounds reminded Ben of a cat as one of his hands caressed slowly down the blonde's back, leaving slight red scratches behind him. He lifted a leg, remembering girls liked that and since a cock wasn't tucked away, Johnny would like it too. And Ben rumbled, a sound of pleasant surprise, when his he felt the hard lump pulse against him.

That insistent throb was Johnny wanting Ben. Rough features, rocky skin and all. He was breathless, as he pressed a few, small kisses along the line of Ben's jaw, and licked from the base of his neck all the way up to the square. Johnny'd have bitten, if he could have, tried to leave a mark like the small red ones Benny's big hands were leaving on his skin.

Lily-fair, Johnny was. And sensitive. "Holy hell, Ben," he breathed, nudging his knee against the bulge straining against Ben's jeans.

"What're you packin' down, there?" His voice was breathless, curious, but it wasn't frightened or uneasy.

Ben had to focus on not crushing Johnny against his chest as the blonde kissed his square jaw. God, it felt good. His skin was registering the light intimate touches very well. He should talk to Sue about that, and he would, when Johnny turned 18. His hand went to the blonde's ass, squeezing and massaging roughly as his breathing became labored.

He swallowed thickly, his heavy brows relaxed, his blue eyes unfocused, his breath rumbled deep from within his chest. "Like I was going to fucking measure it?' He growled, his tone and expression teasing. "I don't have a big enough ruler." He lied, somewhat. Before the change, he was 7 inches hard. And that was how big he was when he was soft.

Johnny half-laughed, his voice rough as he pressed another kiss to the very base of Ben's neck, his hands wandering down as he sank back, leaning against Ben's leg. His hands were shaking, just slightly as he squeezed the older man through his jeans.

Holy hell. Johnny gave a soft moan and he pulled his hand back, sliding off of Ben's leg and over onto the bed, pulling Benny to roll with him as he lay back on the bed.

Ben held his breath when he was kissed again, groaning and thrusting his hips forward when Johnny squeezed his cock. His eyes closed when he heard the blonde moan, and he leaned back, he expected the blonde to scramble off him. What Ben didn't expect was to feel Johnny tug as his shoulders. Puzzled but pleased, Ben hovered over the younger man. "Actually, I did use a ruler." He admitted. "And it ain't that rough down there..."

"I ain't afraid of you," Johnny said stubbornly. "Just... I mean, we're takin' time here," he said, looking up at Ben with a nervous trust in his eyes. They hadn't even gotten out of their jeans yet. Johnny used one hand to reachup and pull Ben down against him, for another kiss, the other reaching around under the bed... just to make sure that what they'd be needing later was within reach.

So Johnny had a ... big... tube of... KY under his bed, but it wasn't like he really thought about it that mu -- okay, so he kind of thought about it a lot. But he was prepared.

Ben broke the kiss for a moment, looking down at Johnny. "I.. have no fucking clue what we do next... ain't too different from girls, right?" He asked, looking nervous, his blue eyes glazed with lust and anxiety. "If so... how the hell do I fin-- get you ready?"

"You," Johnny said softly his breath catching, "let me do a little first. You see those hands of yours?" Ben's fingers were easily as thick as two of Johnny's. Maybe a little thicker. The blonde was beginning to feel nervous. Not because of what they were doing, but because of how much... effort it was going to take.

How much time. This couldn't be a spur of the moment, no feelings involved, I didn't think about it fuck. It had to mean something. It had to be okay with both of them. Fuck probably wasn't even the right word for what this would end up being.

Johnny pulled up the tube, and set it on the mattress next to him, before shifting his hips a little, arching up to grind against Ben's. Johnny's hand was sliding down over his chest, down his abdomen. It hesitated just above his pant line, before he undid the button on his jeans.

“What, these? Fucker, they've never done hard work, ever." Ben chuckled, trying to ease the tension best he could. It would take time, this couldn't happen so easily without hurting Johnny. "Though about this much?" Ben murmured, eyeing the lube before he grunted, feeling the blonde's hips grind against his bulge. "You sure about this..." He moaned, wanting this to go father, needing this to go further. But it was the idea of hurting this kid, who wasn't that delicate to most but so fragile to him, that scared Ben.

Johnny "You tryin' to talk me out of it?" Johnny asked a little huskily, eyes mostly-lidded as he practically tore down his zipper and slid a hand into the plain white briefs he had on underneath. Arched up against Ben like that, Johnny figured for sure the big, rocky man could feel him stroking himself, layers of denim between them or no. Three, smooth solid strokes, and Johnny pulled his hand back, digging his thumbs under the waist band of his underwear, and slowly tugging his jeans down, and off as well.

"Nope." Ben chuckled faintly, his body shivered at the sensation under him. He was making this kid, a good looking kid mind you, so hot was just bewildered him. He would have pondered more, but he'd rather watch what Johnny was gong to do.

He pulled away, watching the young blonde, finding the muscular body not at all unappealing. Even the cock, something Ben had long believed as the most nasty and ugly part of the male body, was somehow appealing, pale flesh swollen to red and bobbing out of a nest of golden curls. He fumbled with his own Jeans, watching what Johnny would do next.

Johnny was unashamed of his body. He knew he looked hot, from the prominent line of his collarbone, down the chisel of his chest and abs, to the pleasant way his cock curved upwards when it was hard, and the way his thighs quivered when his skin brushed against Ben's rocky body.

Johnny kicked his jeans away and breathed in deeply, shifting his weight to push hismelf back, up against the pillows, raising his hips ans picking up that tube of KY.

It was cold on his fingers, and colder against the tight pucker of him. This part... he couldn’t look up at Ben for, couldn't meet his eyes while he pushed one slender, slicked finger into himself and whimpered.

Goddamnit. Ben realized bluntly he had to be gay, or bisexual, he couldn’t of that sight as anything but hot. He held his breath, pushing his jeans down to his knees and would worry about the rest later. He didn't wear underwear, he gave up on the stuff when the first set of his tore within a matter of four weeks.

His cock was thick, he had no idea how thick, perhaps bigger than the width of Johnny's hand. Or two of Ben's fingers. And watching Johnny pleasure himself for him sent a thrill like he never believed. A girl never masturbated under his gaze before, but this punk, this gorgeous punk, was and he was shy about it.

Ben reached down to gingerly take Johnny's chin and tilt his face towards his, staring into the pale liquid eyes as rubbed his large thumb over the delicate lower lip.

Oh, Johnny thought for sure he wasn't breathing, when Ben tipped his chin up and made him meet his gaze. Johnny's breath was sharp and quick in the back of his throat, his gaze unfocused, as he pushed that finger into him further, pulling out just a little, and then pushing it in again. His breath was shaky, really, as he craned his neck up and closed his eyes and pressed a small, trembling kiss against Ben's lower lip, pressing a second finger into himself after a moment. He had to break the kiss though, to hiss out his breath and shift his hips. He'd thought about it. But he hadn't *done* much.

"T-take your time." Ben managed to spit out, watching the tightness of the movement, and listened to the soft cries that made his cock twitch. He gently kissed the blonde's forehead, knowing he was acting so damn girly. He never got this worried when a girl complained about him being rough.

But then again, the scrawny little girl wasn't someone he cared to know. He reached over to pick up the tube, and squeezed out the lube onto trembling large hands. He began to rub the lube over his fingers as he listened to rock scrape rock until his hands were covered. Ben then took his cock in his hands and began covering that with a large amount of lube.

During all of this, the blue-eyed craggy man couldn't keep his eyes off the sight of Johnny fingering himself, for him. "And if you fucking hurt yourself, we are stopping." He warned.

Johnny hissed, biting his lower lip as he watched Ben. Watched Ben watching him. Johnny reached for the tube of KY, getting a little more before he was pushing those two fingers in, and then out again, fucking himself with them, and even going so far as to press a third into himself, though it drew a small, breathy whine from his throat.

Ben was a lot bigger than three fingers, Johnny told himself. "Y-you'd better.. u-use your hands first," the blonde said, a little embarrassed, but knowing that, as thick as Benny was, he'd need it.

"Yeah," Ben agreed, his voice rough and raw from being so aroused. "Was planning on it." He told himself it wasn't different than putting a finger into a girl's ass. Nothing to be that excited or grossed out about. His fingers were a lot rougher than his cock, so that was something to look forward to, Ben thought sourly.

The older man pushed a lubed finger into Johnny, the smallest of his four digits, slowly. He growled at the tightness, his finger moved slowly, millimeter by millimeter, his true blue gaze focused on the younger man. The craggy man's face was fixed, focused, and serious as his member pounded.

Johnny had pulled his hands away, and they trembled for a moment before he wrapped his arms around Ben and shifted his hips up, changing the angle and getting used to the feel of... how rough Ben felt. It was such a weird texture - not unpleasant, but new - and Johnny groaned, his back arching as he shifted his weight, toes curled. It was such a... different feeling. His breath hitched.


"Oh, that feels so --" Johnny grunted, whatever thought lost in an instant.

Ben smiled, and that was easy to see. His finger wiggled a little deeper, curving and making a beckoning motion. He hoped that was all right, and he tried not to bend his finger too much, no more than what the taunt flesh could take. And really, Ben was mesmerized by the slight and sensation of the younger man's skin.

The gleam in Johnny's nearly closed eyes, the soft moaning and groans sent pins and needles down his back and neck. He labored to breathe, his cock ached and he wanted to sink himself into the hot tightness. But Ben had to hold out, something he was not used to.

Johnny was enjoying the visible need in Ben's eyes, in the way he was holding his shoulders. He could almost feel it in the way Ben was moving inside of him, and that little motion --- let's just say that was something Johnny didn't really understand about.

It made his hips buck and a cry burst from his chest, needy and wanting and warm, before it settled into a whimper and the blonde shifted his hips to press himself further onto Ben's finger. "Gimmealittlemore," the blonde whispered, his voice tremulous.

For a moment, Ben thought he had done something wrong when the hips bucked and he cried out, loudly. He held his breath for a moment, hoping that Reed and Susan were on a date, or at the lab, or being condescending about them, or Reed doing something impossibly geeky and Susan doing something girly. The needy sound made his breath heavy, aching, and he nodded. He bent his finger, rubbing the tight anus blindly, his rough finger tip rubbed the prostrate though he didn't know what much about it expect you needed to have an exam on it.

Johnny gave another sharp cry and sucked in his breath, his cock twitching as he dug his heels into the mattress and shifted, pressing himself more firmly against Ben's intruding finger. "Another?" Johnny gasped, his eyes snapped shut, his head thrown back, his whole body all a-quiver as he tried to keep from making too much noise.


Christ. If this was what Ben's fingers did to him, Johnny could only begin to imagine what it'd be like to have Ben's cock thrusting into him.

"Yeah..." Ben rasped softly, his hand reached out, trying to open the tube with one hand as he rubbed harder against the little knot Johnny seemed to like. He added more lube to the finger next to the one invading the blonde's tight passage with his free hand, making the passage for the second finger easier...

He slowly, painfully slow, wiggled the second finger into the blonde. He rested his now free hand on the side of Johnny's head, his cock pulsed, ached, and he wanted to be in there to experience the tightness and quivering of the smooth flesh.

Johnny whimpered, his breath leaving him in a rush at that second finger, and he bit down hard on his lower lip, clutching onto Ben's shoulders so hard his hands were white-knuckled and he was scraping up his fingertips. It wouldn't take but a little more of that and Johnny'd be ready -- just a little more. He arched up, whimpering as he shifted his weight, pressing against Ben like he couldn't get enough.

Because as stretched and full as he felt, it just wasn't enough. He couldn't get close enough to Ben.

The craggy man stopped for a moment, allowed Johnny to adjust to the added grith and watched him squirm. He faintly scowled when he felt the smaller hands clinging to his shoulder. "Hey, ease up. I fucking mean it, douche bag, hurt yourself and we stop." He warned, his voice rough with affection.

He then pushed a little deeper into the tight orifice, licking his lips. He felt suddenly dried mouth as he watched and listened to the young man wither under him.

"I'm fine," Johnny said, breathlessly. "I'm ten times better than fine." He whimpered, groaning as he shifted, getting used to the feeling, or trying to, his whole body tense and warm and needy.

"P-please, Benny, don't you dare stop," he hissed, pulling the older man down for a desperate, helpless little kiss. He could barely even finish it, before he was trembling.

Ben groaned at the kiss, his mouth seizing Johnny's, rougher and a little less controlled, his mouth capturing more than just Johnny's mouth due to it's width. "Right..." The rock man growled. "Shit, you're even stubborn when I’m trying to fuck you." Ben rubbed a little harder, moved just a bit quicker. He could barely stand it, his cock was aching, hot and needy. To relax the younger man a bit, he made sure to scrape and rub against the little knot of flesh he found buried Johnny's passage.

Johnny laughed at the stubborn comment, or tried to for a moment, before he was arching up and trying to return Ben's rough kiss, whimpering into it. One hand fumbled for the bottle of lube, blindly.

Johnny got… what was probably way too much on his hand, and reached, trying to find Ben's cock, to stroke him just a few times. He wasn't sure if he was begging or breathless, but all of him ached for Ben.

Ben grunted, the growing grumble from earlier that sounded like an earthquake escaped him, and he withdrew his fingers from the tight passage. He probed into the younger man's mouth, partly relived Johnny was lubing him up because he honestly didn't have the patience right now for that. With a hot groaning gasp he shuddered once and collected himself.

When Johnny was finished, Ben was focused to focus on the image of his of his third grade teacher, Ms. Rupert, to keep from coming too soon. The blonde's hands felt too sinfully good. He pulled away from the kiss, leaning back and guiding his cock to the hopefully ready passage. He looked at the blonde for the confirmation.

Johnny's hands fell away from Ben, to clutch up the sheets, and he met the older man's eyes, holding his gaze as he felt Ben push against him and start to push into him. Johnny's voice and his breath were suddenly lost to him. Johnny couldn't speak, couldn't even moan to tell Ben just how he felt.

Just, full. Or maybe whole. There were tears in Johnny's eyes, and he tried to blink them away, meeting Ben's gaze and finally managing to choke out, "Benny --"

It wasn't pained so much as overwhelmed.

Ben barely could hear Johnny's voice though his half open gaze stared into Johnny's. The sensation, the tightness, it felt like silk wrapped about his cock and so much tighter than a girl. He gritted his teeth, he wanted to sink deeper, pound into the blonde hard. His cock ached for release, his balls swelling. Ben gave the younger man, giving him a smile, trying to keep his focus.

Dear God, Johnny's legs wrapped about him felt so good too.

Once Johnny managed to remember how to breathe, now that he could feel Ben's heartbeat inside of him, he swallowed, not dropping the blue-eyed man's gaze. He didn't want to stop looking at Ben, because he didn't want anybody else to be doing this to him, wanted to constantly be reminding himself that it was Ben.

Johnny began to shift his weight, lifting his hips and readjusting, the burning sensation fading, and leaving him wanting - wanting more of Ben and to have the older man's weight settling, at least a little, on top of him and over him.

Breathing, that was a good sign to Ben who took a deep breath and pushed in slowly, a little deeper. His cock slid with little resistance, the sensation less sandpapery than his fingers squirming into Johnny's tightness. He moaned as he felt the shifting, the squeezing, and the readjusting, the sensations tormented him pleasurably. He drew out once, to where he nearly slipped out of Johnny before pushing back in, letting out another grunt.

Johnny's breath came sharp and fast, and when Ben pulled out, he drew from the blonde a long, mournful groan, followed by a few moan-laced breaths. Johnny'd never felt anything so intense, so ... mind-blowing.

"I-incredible," he managed to gasp, his hands curling at Ben's back, and he tipped his chin up, lips trembling, parted, and begging for a kiss. "I never thought it'd be like this," the blonde confessed softly, breathlessly, squeezing Ben's hips between his thighs.

Ben wasn't sure what to say. He never had been big on words or speaking. He barely got past speech class in college. But Johnny felt amazing. He nodded weakly, his hips shifting up, grinding back as he began to pump harder though he kept the same tempo. "You feel... fuck... amazing..." Ben managed to hiss between his teeth.

His true blue gaze locked on the pleading mouth and once more his mouth roughly kissed Johnny. That was better than saying words as he grinded down on Johnny's cock between their stomachs each time he sank into the blonde.

Johnny let himself get lost in the kiss. There was so much texture to Benny, the heat of his hands, the softness of his tongue, the rough feeling of his stomach against Johnny's cock, and the fullness Johnny felt with Ben inside of him -- it was just too much for Johnny to really be able to comprehend. He hung onto Ben, returning the kiss with an eager, desperate tongue.

He only hoped that Ben wanted to... do this again.

Ben panted, his mind only focused on the softness of Johnny's skin, the heat of his thigh passage, the throbbing under his stomach, the sweetness of the kiss. His speed finally picked up, directly hitting the prostrate after a slight shift of his hips to make the penetration more comfortable for him and Johnny. His tongue didn't leave Johnny's as he explored his mouth, licked the soft lips, and his breath became labored.

Fuck yes, Ben wanted to do this again.

Johnny was lost in what Ben was doing to him, in the pleasure that was wracking his body - his brain couldn't seem to process the amount of pleasure, the mix of pain, the mingling sensations fast enough. He was overloaded, left moaning softly, helplessly into Ben's kisses and against his rough skin. The blonde barely lasted five full minutes, he was sure, though it felt like years, and at the same time, not nearly long enough.

Johnny came suddenly, as Ben was pulling out of him, with a sharp cry of "Benny!", before his breath left him, and his whole body tightened around the other man.

The tightness was incredible; it was just too much for the craggy man. Ben gasped before he covered his mouth over Johnny's, he bellowed as he came, his cry flooding into the blonde with a powerful jerk of his hips. He never felt an orgasm like this, or so damn soon, and he nearly collapsed on the blonde under him. It was only by will power and the strong fear he would break the blonde under him that caused Ben to tense over Johnny. "Fuck..." He whispered harshly, breaking the kiss.

The feel of Ben coming inside of him, and nearly collapsing on top of him made Johnny weak. He returned the kiss, until it was broken, and he panted, trembling just slightly as he met Ben's eyes.

"I... I'd never... " Johnny blurted out, blushing, his lips swollen and a little bit scraped, but curving into a stubborn, brilliant smile.

"Never... what?" Ben heaved as he rolled onto his back, finally allowing his body to collapse. He ran a light hand down the blonde's body affectionately.

Johnny groaned when Ben pulled out of him, and his first impulse was to curl against the larger man, one hand at the center of Ben's chest, one shaky leg hitched up over Ben's thigh. "Never... I mean, therealthingisnothinglikejerkingoff," Johnny said softly, in a rush. "I -- didn't think it'd be so ... good," he admitted, embarrassed, eyes squeezing closed as he hid his face.

Ben nodded, feeling absolutely helpless as he drew an arm about Johnny, resting lightly on top of the younger man. He utterly could not express himself when he was joking around. And right now wasn't a good time to joke. "You're not the only one, kid." He sighed, his deep voice actually sounding content and happy.

"I mean everything, Benny," Johnny said softly, nuzzling into Ben's hand. "You've.. done stuff with girls at least." Johnny had been wrestling with that fact before.

His breath hitched, at that contented lilt in Ben's voice, and he kissed Ben's collarbone, probably the only person on the planet who thought that the older man's rocky chest was comfortable.

"So your first time wasn't with a girl..." Ben shrugged, he never had a problem with people different from the norm. Mutants, nerds, people of difference social backgrounds, sexuality, never a big deal to the large teen as he was growing up. "But it was with someone you cared about..." He mused sleepily then paused. "I never really did before. I just... had sex because I was always the star player. Y'know?"

"Y-yeah," Jonathan agreed, glancing up at Ben, and that smile on his face. He rarely smiled. That made Johnny close his eyes and nuzzle closer against him, arm snaking around him in a possessive little embrace.

Johnny wasn't thinking about anything but Ben, and being close to him, and how much closer to him he was now.

God. But Sue would kill them if she found out.
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