Chapter Twenty Nine
Sawyer
Both men kept their gazes on the ceiling as their fingers rested together.
Sawyer couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be doing that with Benji.
Neither one of them questioned it or thought too hard about it.
It just happened and he liked it. Sometimes, thinking about things would ruin the moment.
Sawyer imagined that Benji was thinking about quite a bit after that talk with his sister.
He wanted to ask how it was but he was slotting it into a ‘ask about that later’ category because he had one thing on his mind and he wasn’t going to let it go until he did something about it.
Turning his head, he just took the opportunity to look the other over.
His face held many emotions. It was hard to pinpoint just one.
Stress was evident on his face but there was also some form of relief there.
The general situation they were in was stressful in nature, so that made sense.
And after speaking to his sister, the latter made sense as well.
Benji looked at Sawyer after a few moments.
His eyes looked bluer than normal. But perhaps that was just because Sawyer was really looking at him.
They made his hair look redder than usual as well.
His own hair never shifted color. It was always dark.
But he noticed that Benji’s would shift depending on the lighting or where they were.
Sometimes it was more of a red, sometimes it was more of a light brown. Sawyer liked that.
Sawyer liked a lot of things about Benji.
And he felt like their conversation earlier was a breakthrough of sorts.
That what he was feeling was mutual. And yes, sure, it had only been a short time.
But it felt like far longer. They were both experiencing things most people couldn’t even dream of.
Sawyer had felt that Benji was different from the moment he saw him waking up in that van.
The two of them put their faith and trust into each other and it was just them against the world.
Sawyer had never had that with someone before and he wanted to keep it.
Benji’s head tilted a bit against the pillow as his eyes settled upon Sawyer’s. “What?”
It was such a short but loaded question.
One that Sawyer didn’t even bother to answer.
He just leaned over and kissed Benji.
His eyes lidded as he did so, almost too afraid to look the man in the eye after it.
But also because he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could, even when Benji didn’t return the kiss.
That did hurt. More than he expected. But taking a chance was all he could do.
He didn’t regret it. Not even when he pulled away and saw the look on Benji’s face.
He was clearly trying to process what happened and perhaps he should have said something before just doing it but it didn’t feel right.
Sawyer blinked a few times with red cheeks before he moved to lay back down like nothing happened.
Benji didn’t let that happen though. He reached his hand out and grabbed Sawyer by the back of his head to drag him back for another kiss.
A real one. Their lips connected and it felt like there were legitimate sparks between them.
That was something Sawyer had never experienced before, no matter who he kissed.
His own damaged hand moved and softly cupped Benji’s neck.
Their lips didn’t falter against one another’s.
Not even as Sawyer’s tongue pressed forward, begging for entrance into his mouth, which Benji obliged to with a soft moan.
Sawyer was already feeling his blood pumping south and it took everything in him not to start dry humping the side of Benji’s leg.
While he had a few guys he could go to while in the bunker for some release, it wasn’t something that he often brought up.
He always felt weird doing it, even though everyone else did.
To be fair, what else was there to do when you were cooped up there, waiting for missions?
Perhaps it was the fact that his uncle was just around.
The last thing he needed was for Milo to know Sawyer was getting his rocks off. No thank you.
So, needless to say, he was a bit pent up.
But even if he hadn’t been, he was certain he’d be having the same reaction. Benji was extremely handsome and he was making such sweet sounds that it would be impossible not to have a raging hard on.
He felt Benji’s hand slip from his head, down his neck and arm to his waist. His hand tightened and he pulled Sawyer towards him.
He pulled himself between his legs, which Benji happily parted for him, and slotted so perfectly between them.
Their equally hard cocks rubbed against each other while Benji rutted beneath him and Sawyer felt like he could have busted right then and there.
Luckily, he didn’t. But fuck, it was nice to feel.
Sawyer ground his hips against Benji’s and for the first time, their lips parted simply so they could pant softly together.
He had no idea what their plan was but he would just be happy to be able to do anything with Benji.
There was a part of him that thought that maybe fucking right off the rip wasn’t a great idea.
He didn’t want Benji’s emotional state to dictate anything between them…
If they weren’t ready for that, they weren’t ready for it.
However, when Sawyer was at the gas station, he did pick up some lube and condoms that he conveniently hid away in his backpack.
Did he think that something would happen between the two of them?
No, not necessarily. He wanted it to. He lowkey hoped it would and thought to himself that it was better to have it and not need it than not have it all.
“You’re hard as a fucking rock,” Benji huffed with a smile.
“You’re saying that like you’re not,” he responded and dragged his cock against Benji’s, which earned another moan from him. “I like hearing that when you’re not in pain.”
“This is a much better reason to moan.”
Sawyer nodded in agreement while he pushed Benji’s head aside so he had better access to his neck.
His skin was so soft, he couldn’t help but lavish the space with kisses and soft nibbles.
He had the greatest urge to mark him. He wanted Benji to be left with something good on his skin.
Not the bruises and scars that his uncle gave him.
But he refrained. His thumb dragged across Benji’s bottom lip and much to his surprise, he sucked it into his mouth.
Sawyer released a shuddering breath against his neck and that ounce of restraint he had just left his body. Two could play that game.
Sawyer bit down against Benji’s neck and suckled on his skin while his hips continued to rock against him. Benji groaned around his thumb and chased Sawyer’s hips with his own, clearly looking for more friction between them. He couldn’t blame Benji at all. He wanted more. He needed more.
While his lips continued to leave their mark on Benji, he pulled his thumb from his mouth and shifted it between them.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he should be using his good hand and he forced himself to shift his body around so that his good hand was doing all the work.
As deftly as he could, he unbuttoned Benji’s jeans and unzipped them.
Benji's straining cock against his boxers felt so nice and warm. “Fucking hell,” he sighed and lifted himself up so that he could do the same with his own pants and underwear. He pushed them down to his knees and did the same with Benji’s.
His eyes immediately landed on his cock.
He had seen it before, technically, but it wasn’t hard and in all of its glory at that time.
And Jesus, it was a nice cock. Sawyer actually licked his lips while looking at the glistening head that was practically oozing precum from it.
Benji was giving Sawyer’s cock the same look.
His cheeks were flushed a bright red as he reached for Sawyer.
He brought himself back over Benji and their warm, hard as rock cocks rubbed against one another's. Benji’s eyes fluttered closed as he moaned, “You have no idea how bad I’ve been wanting this. ”
Sawyer chuckled breathily and nodded. “I think I have an idea.”
“I woke up this morning harder than stone because of you. The things I had to think about to get it to go down…”
He smirked. “Is that the first time?”
Benji’s cheeks flushed and he nodded.
“Makes sense why you were all skittish this morning,” he chuckled.
“Not my fault I felt you poking me all night.”
Sawyer scoffed and laughed. “I was not!”
“Tell that to my asshole.”
“Later. I have another plan for right now.”
Benji’s cheeks further reddened and he nodded with a small smile.
Sawyer pushed up Benji’s shirt just enough so that he could reach his nipple and circled the tip of his tongue around it until it pebbled up.
He did the same to the other, all the while he continued to drag their cocks against one another.
His eyes settled upon the hideous wolf tattoo which he had suddenly grown quite fond of.
He pressed a messy kiss to his pec, which earned a laugh from Benji. “I told you it wasn’t that bad.”
“It’s still pretty bad…but it works.”
The fingers of one of Benji’s hands slipped into his dark locks and he tugged on them to encourage him to keep going. Sawyer was happy to do it, continuously sucking and nibbling on his nipples all the while rocking their hips together.
Both of their impatience was steadily rising and they would be needing some release soon, no matter how much foreplay Sawyer liked.
Lifting his hand up to Benji’s mouth, he held it there and raised his brow.
Benji’s gaze flicked between his hand and eyes before he finally took the hint and spat into his palm.
“Good boy,” Sawyer cooed softly and watched as Benji’s cheeks flared to the brightest red he had seen yet.
His hand wrapped around their cocks and rubbed the spit around them. “Do you like being called a good boy?”
“Shut up,” Benji half moaned with zero gusto behind it.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Sawyer chuckled softly as he leaned forward once again to press his lips against Benji’s while his hand stroked their cocks together.
The sensation wasn’t one that he had really allowed himself to think about but he was glad that he didn’t.
He wanted to experience it all for the first time as purely as he could.
Benji huffed breaths through his nose while they devoured each other’s mouths once again.
Soft mewls escaped from him as well, which Sawyer ate up, figuratively and physically.
His thumb dragged across the head of Benji’s cock, coaxing the precum out to further lubricate them while he jacked them off together.
Benji’s hips rocked beneath him so he could help grind their lengths together.
It felt so good. While he didn’t want to let his imagination run wild, he did wonder what it would feel like to have his cock in Benji’s mouth or ass rather than just in his hand, grinding against Benji’s own hot shaft.
There was a part of him that was cursing him for wanting to take their time together but he knew that it was the right choice.
They were still raw from everything that happened.
They needed to be comfortable with themselves and each other for that.
“You look so pretty rutting like that, Benji.”
He whined softly. He clearly wasn’t very used to compliments or something, but it was true.
It was an image that Sawyer was going to tuck away into his memory bank because he never wanted to forget it.
The first time he made Benji look like that.
Sawyer pressed kisses to his red cheeks while softly moaning against his skin.
His hand never stopped jacking their cocks together and he could feel that familiar tingle in the base of his spine steadily gathering.
Benji’s breathing was rapidly shifting as well. His blue eyes drifted down to watch Sawyer’s hand jerk them off together. “That’s so fucking hot,” he managed to pant out, which earned a nod from Sawyer. “I-I’m close.”
Placing his forehead against Benji’s, his hips continued to rock against the others and he groaned, “me too,” he then whined, “Fuck, me too.”
Once of Benji’s hands wrapped around Sawyer’s, assisting with squeezing their cocks together to further add to the pressure of the situation and that was really all that Sawyer needed.
Without much further warning, he came all over their hands and managed to keep the rhythm he had the whole time.
At first, it felt like he lost his voice when the orgasm washed over him but he managed to find it again and released a long, drawn out moan.
Benji wasn’t far behind Sawyer at all. Once his cum coated their hands, his own orgasm hit him.
His hips bucked into their hands while his hot cum mixed with Sawyer’s.
He panted and moaned continuously while he sat with the sensation.
His eyes stayed upon Sawyer’s the whole time.
Neither one of them dared to look away. They just watched each other come down from their orgasms slowly but surely.
Sawyer’s shirt was coated in their cum but it was nothing compared to both of their hands.
He pressed a long kiss to Benji’s lips before he forced himself to move out from between his legs and laid back down on the bed.
Both of their hands just rested against their chests as they caught their breaths.
Benji’s head finally turned towards Sawyer and they gazed at each other with satisfied smiles. “That was…”
“Amazing?” Sawyer asked.
Benji nodded. “Yeah… it was. I-I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
“I don’t know if I ever have,” he admitted with a soft blush.
He smiled softly and released a breath. “If I can’t remember, I probably haven't either.”
“Astute assessment,” Sawyer chuckled, then leaned over to kiss Benji once again. It was a soft, sweet kiss. “That was…okay?”
He laughed. “More than okay.”
“Okay… Good.”
“Very good.”
Sawyer released a sigh and nodded. It was very good. He knew that he needed to get them something to clean up but he needed to find his land legs again, so to speak. They could deal with laying there like that for a couple more minutes, right?