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Bennett stared at the letter in his hand. They decorated the top with some sort of fancy letterhead, the name of a lawyer’s office emblazoned with the name of a different lawyer underneath. “Uh guys?” He called out, making his way into the living room where his roommates waited for him. “I think I got a scam letter!”
“What does it say?” Razor asked from where he sprawled on the floor, his textbook open in front of him.
Bennett held the letter out like it was going to bite him and started reading.
“Dear Mr. Griffin:
“My client, Geoff Brandt, has passed away as of September 15th. Per the instructions left in his will, he has left you a sizable property. Please contact our offices as soon as you can. We are more than happy to verify our identity for you when we go over the stipulations of the Will. You may refer to our address and phone number in this letter.
“Sincerely yours,
Jaron Campana
Campana & Martin
Attorneys at Law”
“This can’t be serious,” Amy sat up from where she’d been lounging on the couch. “They can’t be real . Bennett, you aged out of foster care. No one’s been able to find your family for ages .” She chewed at her bottom lip, “But… it should be easy to verify whether this is a real lawyer's office or not.”
“Look them up online,” Razor shrugged. “Easy enough. Then call.”
“Razor, darling, you’re a genius.” She smiled at him.
Bennett shook his head. “I dunno guys, this all just seems too easy. I start having issues with work and you two have to pick up my slack on rent and something about an inheritance falls into my lap?” He snorted. “I can’t think of anything more unreal than this.”
“Bennett,” Amy sighed, exasperated, “Just look them up, you have a phone. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“You,” he laughed, “ Fischl , the Prinzessin is telling me to stop being dramatic?”
Razor snorted, “He’s got a point.”
“Who’s side are you on!” She threw a pillow at him with an offended squawk. “Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort, The Prinzessin der Verurteilung, is never dramatic without purpose and form.” Tossing her head, she returned to her book. “Hence with thee from my presence, peasants! I am finished with thy malapert behavior.”
After throwing the pillow back at Amy, who shrieked, Razor turned back to Bennett. “So, what will you do? I don’t think there’s any shame in looking them up and calling them from the number on their website.”
“I dunno.” He repeated, “This seems way too fishy. What if the website’s been faked too? That and,” He scrunched up his face, “What do they even want with me? What property are they even talking about?”
“You won’t know until you call them,” Razor pointed out.
“You—” Bennett cut himself off with a muffled, “Fuck. Yeah, okay. You're right. Let's find out if they're real and what they want.” He set the letter down and pulled out his phone, typing ‘Campana and Martin Attorney’ into his search bar and holding his breath until the results came back. Hopeful, he scanned through the first few hits, looking for any hint of a scam or literally anything else. Nothing. His breath left him in a relieved sigh as he tapped on their website, the contact Us page matching the information on the letter exactly. “G-guys?” His voice pitched up at the end, “They’re legit.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Amy asked, not looking up from her book this time. “Go! Stop bothering us so we can study.” A slight curve of her lips betrayed her amusement.
Bennett poked at the phone number with trembling fingers. Good things don’t just happen to him like this, and to have someone reach out about an inheritance for a family he didn’t even know that he had? Why hadn’t they tried to find him? Fingers hovering above the call button, he froze. This had to be a mistake; if this uncle knew who he was, knew he was still alive, why hadn’t the man tried to find him? Lips dry and breath coming too fast for comfort, he finally tapped his screen, and the phone began to ring.
“Law Office of Campana and Martin, thank you for calling. How can I help you?”
He nearly dropped the phone before answering, “I—yeah, my name is Bennett Griffin and I got a letter in the mail f-from your office. I was just following up?”
“Okay, Mr. Griffin, what was the letter about?”
“It says something about an inheritance?” He could hear her clicking away on something in the background, and his heart thumped wildly in his chest.
“Okay, yes, I do see your name here in our system. It looks like Mr. Campana is the one handling your case. Would you like to come in today? He has an opening around three because of a canceled appointment.”
“S-so soon? Oh, wow I—” He swallowed heavily, “Y-yeah, that sounds great. Thank you. I’ll be in at three. Is there anything I need to bring? I know I should probably bring my ID but anything else like a birth certificate or anything?” He knew he was babbling, but he just couldn’t stop.
“No, no,” she chuckled, “This is just a preliminary to go over the contents and see if you’re interested in pursuing anything. Identity verification will come later if you decide to move forward after the consultation.”
“O-oh, okay.” Bennett sighed audibly in relief. “Then yeah, I’ll be there at three. Thank you.”
“Wonderful, we’ll see you then. Thank you for calling.”
“Y-yeah. You too.” Fuck. He hung up before he could mess up the call any more. “I did it.” He looked up from his phone to stare at his friends and cleared his throat. “I did it.” He said a little louder, pride coloring his tone. “I’ve got an appointment at three.”
Razor raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t you have class at three?”
“ Fuck! ”
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“That felt like a waste of time!” Bennett blurted out as soon as he opened the door. “There are so many stipulations for this stupid will. I want to just forget about it!”
Razor and Amy looked at each other before back at him. “And… What do they want?” Razor asked.
“They first want proof of my dead name and transition, then they want the court documents from when I aged out of the foster system,” he started ticking things off on his fingers. “ Then they want me to make three copies of all of that, pay them over a grand to handle the processing and court fees, but they did say I could get a payment plan. And finally, part of the will stipulates that I have to be in a devoted relationship because the house is too big for any one person to live in by themselves.”
“It's a house!?” Amy shrieked.
“Yeah, it's a house, sorry. There’s a house out on the edge of town and I have no car, no buses come out that way either. If I get it, there’s a possibility of selling the house and the property, but I have to come up with a date, like you can’t share a house with friends, and…” Bennett continued rambling, pacing around the room.
“So, what do you want to do?” Amy asked, hanging upside down off the arm of the couch, staring at her phone. “I mean, it's not like to have anyone you’re dating. I guess you could pretend you’re dating either me or Razor, but…” She scrunched her face and stuck out her tongue. “If I have to kiss you, the whole thing is going to blow up in your face, I guess.”
“And I don’t want to put you through that.” Bennett flopped on the other end of the couch. “You guys are my best friends. Kissing either of you would be weird for me, too.”
“Could always try Teyvatlist.” Razor grunted, now face first in another book. “This is a lot to ask someone before finals.”
“Apparently part of the will has some kind of deadline in it, so they’re trying to get it done as fast as possible.” Bennett pressed a hand to his face. “They want me to bring my ‘ fiancé’ to meet them after finals are over so they can verify that everything is carried out to the letter in my uncle’s will.” He chewed on his bottom lip, “Though… Teyvatlist isn’t a bad idea. There’s always people advertising weird things around the holidays, so… maybe I can find someone?”
“Way ahead of you, babe.” Amy giggled, “Found someone already. He just put an ad up yesterday.” She flipped up to sit cross-legged and handed Bennett her phone. “Go on, take a look.”
With a cautious side eye at her, Bennett started reading out loud. “‘Holidays got you down? Family up your ass about having a date or getting married?’ He sounds like a real winner already, Ames. ‘I’ve got the perfect solution! Me. Just tell me what you need me for. Want the perfect date? Can do. Want a nightmare to alienate your family? Buddy, do I have you covered.’” Bennett lowered Amy’s phone and stared at her, “This is the one you want me to go with?”
“Keep reading!” She poked him with her foot.
“Fine, fine.” He grumbled. “‘I can schmooze with the best of them, talk politics or art, and if you need a kiss, well… that’s just a freebie.’ And there’s a winking face, gods. ‘I’m loaded, so all I ask for is a home cooked meal and a good time, but not that kind of a good time—this isn’t that kind of ad.’” He tossed Amy’s phone to the cushions. “He doesn’t have any pictures. I can’t believe you, Amy.”
She sniffed and turned her nose up at him, “I know your type, Bennett. He sounds funny and smart, and I know how you feel about men who can make you laugh, like that one guy you used to have a crush on. You just need to get over yourself and call or text him. He left his number on the ad, what can it hurt?”
“What if he’s an axe murderer?”
“ Bennett .”
“Fine!” He threw his hands in the air and grabbed her phone, tapping the number into his messaging app before he tossed it back. “Fine, I’ll text him right now.” How hard could it be? Tongue between his teeth, he typed out a message. [Saw your ad, you still free?] “There, I’m probably not going to get a respon—” A buzzing from his phone cut him off and he groaned before looking.
[yeah! what do you need, prince or nightmare and are you a chick or a dude?]
“ Amy .” Anxiety curled in his gut, insides writhing like snakes as he tapped out a shaky message in return. [Trans guy, actually. That won’t be a problem will it?] Bennett looked up at his best friends, “I just told him I’m trans. You’ll go with me if I have to change my number now, right?”
“Of course!” Amy huffed.
A brief nod from Razor and then Bennett’s phone buzzed again. With a small whimper, he opened the message, wincing in preparation.
[oh a twofer! sounds good to me not a problem so is it a nightmare that you need? gotta piss off the ol family for being trans and gay?]
Bennett practically melted into the couch from relief. “Oh, good. He’s fine.” This kind of stress at the end of the year would kill him before finals ever could. [No, there’s actually a legal thing I need a fiancé for. You want to meet up somewhere public to talk about it?]
[sure! just tell me when and where and i’ll be there]
[There’s a cafe at 3rd and Huffton St, we can meet there tomorrow at about 3?]
[sounds good seeya tmrw]
Shoving the phone between the cushions to avoid looking at it, “I’m meeting him tomorrow at that little cafe we go to all the time. We’re regulars, so hopefully if anything happens they’ll… I dunno. Care, I guess?”
“Did you schedule your date outside of class this time?” The way he stared at his textbook almost hid Razor’s smile.
“I did, I scheduled it for three, and hopefully nothing comes up.” Bennett ignored the word ‘date.’ “I’d rather not ghost this guy. Will one of you come with me?”
“Both of us have our first finals at three tomorrow,” Amy scrunched her nose up, “Sorry, Benny.”
“Well, if I don’t come home, then we know for sure he was an axe murderer!” He laughed and then squawked indignantly as he took a pillow to the face.
“ Bennett !”
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ClickClick ClickClick. ClickClickClickClickClickClick .
Bennett resisted the urge to get up and strangle the person behind him who kept clicking their pen and instead, shook his foot and gnawed at his bottom lip. “This was a terrible idea.” He mumbled, putting his face in his hands. “What was I thinking, what the fuck was I thinking?” A groan rolled its way up from his chest and Bennett dropped his forehead to the table with a thunk. “You’re an idiot, Bennett.” After tilting his head to the left, he stared at his watch blinking at him. “He’s late, gods. What was I thinking?”
“Uh, you good there, buddy?”
A voice behind him and Bennett shot upright, flailing his legs around for a moment before he stabilized and stared at the person who’d spoken. “Ajax!?” He blurted, mouth falling open for a second, “Oh fuck, it’s you.”
The smile on Ajax’s face turned cold in an instant, “And I guess it’s nice to see you again too, Bennett.”
Heart pounding wildly, Bennett shook his head and waved his hands. “Nononono. I just wasn’t… expecting it to be you? Unless you’re just here for a drink, in which case I’m still waiting and I’ve made a fool of myself and—” He shut his mouth with a click of his teeth. “Sorry. I’m here waiting for someone.”
“Oh, like a date?” Ajax slid into the seat across from Bennett and put his chin in his hand.
“Nothing like that, I just have this… legal thing I need to do and the less I say about it to someone who’s not involved, the better.” Bennett waved a hand dismissively.
“Then it was you who texted me yesterday!” Ajax’s warm smile returned and Bennett studiously ignored how that look made his heart flip-flop. “I kept your number in my phone after Chem1101 and I wasn’t sure it was you or if you’d changed your number. The coincidence of someone else like you having the same number would have been pretty small, but never zero, I guess.”
“Someone.. like me?” Bennett squinted at him. That comment could have meant any number of things and Bennett wasn’t sure what any of the options made him feel, so he settled on suspicion.
“Someone with the worst possible luck in the world, needing a fake fiancé for the sake of… some kind of legal situation.” Ajax’s laugh warmed Benett to his toes. “So what’s the deal, what am I going to be subjected to?”
Bennett bit his bottom lip and recounted the story from the lawyer’s office. “So uh,” he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, “So really what I’m asking is for you to for you to fake being my fiancé for a bit, just long enough for these people to sign everything over and then—”
“You wanna have a messy break up in public?” Ajax leaned forward with a grin, “Sounds like fun, honestly. There’s no real family to impress, just a bunch of suits and those types that just want to do their job and go home afterwards.”
“A m-messy—? No!” Bennett covered his face with his hands, “Definitely not. Afterwards, we can just go our separate ways and that will be that.” He ignored the way his guts twisted like live snakes. “You don’t have to stick around any longer than you want to, and as promised, I’ll have home cooked food for you. Just don’t ask me to do it. The last time I tried the stove in our apartment, it caught on fire.”
“Unfortunate,” Ajax smiled and shook his head, “ That’s something I would have been looking forward to. Well, you have my number now, anyway, when is the meeting with these suits of yours?”
A lump formed in his throat as he started weighing the risks of trying to cook again for Ajax, just to see. Just to keep him from being disappointed, that’s all. To keep his end of the bargain, right? “Uh, they said next Friday would be the best time. That will give me enough time to go to the courthouse and get my name change paperwork, my foster records, copy of my birth certificate…” he paused, ticking the items off on his fingers, “And I think that’s all they want from me, other than you.”
“And what do you want?”
Bennett looked up and blinked rapidly. Ajax sat back in his chair, one hand on the table and the other held out to the side in a half shrug. He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows as the seconds ticked by and still Bennett did not answer.
What did he want?
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he took a few more moments before answering. “I want to find out what the property is like and whether I can sell it. I don’t need or want anything that’s that far out of town and maybe…” Bennett paused and took a deep breath, “Maybe there’s something there about my family. Photo albums or something. I don’t really care about the property itself, just what’s in it, you know?”
After running his hand through his hair, Ajax nodded. “Makes sense to me, family’s really important. After all, if anything happened to my siblings, I’d fight tooth and nail to find out where they went and help them if I could.” He leaned back in his chair, the legs coming up off the ground. “So, how do you want to do this? Do you want to be hands off, like you’re nervous about PDA, or do you wanna get handsy?”
Bennett made a noise low in his throat, “Ah, can I think about that one?” He asked weakly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, a bright red flush making its way across his cheeks. “I’m not sure I can handle that from you.” He scrunched his shoulders forward, as if he wanted to collapse on himself and disappear.
“You wanna explain what you mean by that?” Ajax asked softly. When Bennett furiously shook his head, Ajax laughed, a bright and cheery sound. “Okay then, Benny. I’ll see you in a week or so, right? Don’t keep me waiting!” The sound of his chair against the concrete screeched, and then he was gone.
Forehead, meet table. Bennett groaned in frustration and softly thunked his head onto the table several times before sitting up and demanding of the uncaring sky, “Could this possibly get any worse?” The soft breeze flowing through the space between buildings shifted direction. “Oh no no no, I didn’t mean that.” He looked up at the sky, the light fading with the rapid onset of a winter storm. “Oh, fuck me.”
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“Looks like everything is in order,” Mr Campana folded his hands on the desk in front of him. “We appreciate your cooperation in this matter, Mr. Griffin. Few people have ended up in your unique situation.”
Bennett nodded and tried to smile politely, though he knew it looked more like a grimace. “I figured as much.” He swallowed. “W-when do I have to pay for the service? I know you mentioned something about that last time…?”
The lawyer laughed, “Seems like someone has already taken care of that for you,” He winked side-eyed at Ajax. “Your fiancé called us and paid for it up front just a few days ago.”
“You! I!” Bennett sputtered, trying to keep his composure. “Sweetheart,” he said between clenched teeth, “I told you I was going to take care of that. You didn’t have to.”
“I know,” Ajax just grinned at him, “I did it anyway, what kind of fiancé would I be if I didn’t surprise the man I love, hm?” He reached out, snagging Benett’s hand with his own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Besides, I still haven’t gotten you a ring yet, and well, I figured this would do until I found the perfect one for you.”
He squinted at Ajax, ready to open his mouth and protest before he thought better of it. “No, you’re right. Thank you.” He squeezed Ajax’s hand to let him know the thanks were genuine. “I appreciate you looking out for me, like you always do.”
“Ah, delightful,” Mr Campana murmured. “Now boys, the property is out at this address.” He slid a piece of paper across the table. “You’re free to check it out and you have a week to decide what you want to do with it.”
“Thanks.” Bennett reached for the paper with his free hand and tucked it into his pocket. “Shall we?” He asked, heart thudding in his chest at the prospect of finally getting to see what he had been left. Finally, after two weeks, the mystery would be solved.
When they slid into Ajax’s car, Bennett bit his bottom lip. “You didn’t have to do that.” He said quietly.
“I know.” Ajax responded, heading out onto the road, eyes glued to the space in front of him. “But I wanted to. It's not something that you could have afforded even with a payment plan, right?”
The sting of the truth in his statement made Bennett sigh. “Yeah.”
“Then what’s the trouble? You can pay me back some other way if you want. You still owe me a home cooked meal, after all.”
Bennett frowned at the grin on his… friend’s(?) face. “You keep harping on that and I keep telling you I’m going to burn down any kitchen I set foot in.”
“Can’t be that bad.” Ajax laughed it off.
“Yeah well… you’ll see, I guess.” Bennett grunted and turned to stare out the window at the landscape passing them by.
Half an hour of silence later and they turned off onto a side road as a house slowly came into view. The property surrounding it had gone wild with trees and shrubs growing over the lawn, and through the warped and twisted boards of the porch.
The house itself was a broken shell of a building. Paint peeled in large patches from the siding, and large holes dotted the roof. What once had been a stately home had weathered the elements poorly and turned into a wild and broken thing. Bennett sighed and stared at the only two windows not busted by the elements. “Got a real winner here, didn’t I?”
“We still need to go inside,” Ajax said, putting the car in park and turning it off. “You said you wanted to look for photos, right? This place might be a dump, but maybe there’s something inside?”
“You’re right,” Bennett grumbled, getting out of the car and pulling his hoodie around his neck. “Well. Let’s go.”
Up the porch they went, careful to avoid holes and warped spots in the planks. The front door opened easily at his touch, the doorknob and locks stolen from their places. Each room they searched yielded little and less. Nothing more than moldy furniture, the marks of a fire in several of the rooms.
“Bennett!” Ajax called from another room as Bennett shoved a drawer closed in one of the bedrooms. “I found the attic stairs!”
Steeling himself to find even more of nothing, they ascended the creaking steps into the attic. The fire from the other rooms had reached here as well, scorching everything in its path. The beams of the roofing were exposed and groaning, where there was any roof left.
But there in the corner stood a black box. A safe.
The extra numbers after the address given to him finally made sense.
Bennett knelt on the floor of the attic, knees pressed to the dust and grime of a decade without cleaning. The box in front of him proudly proclaimed Waterproof and Fireproof safe! Keep your belongings right where they belong in a peeling, singed sticker. He pulled a paper out of his pocket, and trembling, went through the combination. A minute later, the thick door popped open with a loud click and he finally got to see the secrets hiding within.
“Oh…” Disappointment laced his voice as he reached in and pulled out a single metal clasp envelope. “That’s… that’s it.” Bennett turned to Ajax with a quivering smile and watering eyes. “That’s it.” He repeated. “There’s nothing else in the safe.”
“Go ahead and open it. See what’s inside.” Ajax knelt next to him, sitting on his heels. “Or do you want to wait until we’re out of this dump?” He asked, looking up through the holes in the roof at the sunny winter sky.
“I should probably open it here.” Bennett said, hands shaking. “They wouldn’t have put this in the safe if it wasn’t important, right? Its gotta be something important.” Still, he made no move to go for the seal.
“Do you want me to open it for you?” Gently, Ajax reached a hand out.
Bennett shook his head. “No— No I’ve got it.” He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “I’ve got this.” He grabbed the wings of the clasp and pinched, fingers sliding under the edge. One shaky sigh later, and he reached in. His fingers brushed a few short, thick pieces of paper, and so he took it and dumped it out on top of the safe. “A bill of sale for the house, signed by my uncle… A few checks that are a decade out of date with my dead name on them,” he choked out a laugh at that.
“Anything else?”
“I—” his voice broke, a sob rising in his throat. “A P-Polaroid. Its—” he took a deep breath. “It's a photo of the day I was born. There’s the date in sharpie, my dead name and that looks like they were my mom and dad. In the hospital.” He held the photo out for Ajax to see. Bennett smiled, looking up with wonder in his eyes. “I can’t believe this is here.” He traced the edges of the photo with one trembling finger and then stood. “We can get out of here now.” He said with a heavy exhale. “This is all I need. The bank can have the rest.”
Bennett didn’t wait to see if Ajax followed him. His mind buzzed with a mixture of disappointment and relief, and he barely paid attention to where his feet took him until Ajax’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder. Blinking, he looked into Ajax’s face, “Huh?”
“You were going to fall down the porch stairs.” Ajax pointed.
“Oh… thank you.” Bennett smiled, “I appreciate what you’ve done for me out here,” he said, taking the stairs carefully. “You didn’t have to come out here with me, but you drove me all this way, anyway.”
“What else was I going to do, Benny? This place is a wreck and your friends were all busy, and I needed to be there anyway for the meeting with the lawyer.” Ajax shrugged.
“Thank you anyway.” He said, sliding into the sun warmed seats of Ajax’s car. “You’ve been… It’s been nice having you around.” He fidgeted with his seatbelt, a thousand questions chasing themselves around his mind. He wanted to ask why, he wanted to ask Ajax out on a real date… He wanted Ajax to kiss him.
“Bennett, can I ask you something?”
Bennett’s head jerked up from staring at his lap, “Y-yeah?”
“Can I take you on a date? A real date. None of this fake shit.” Ajax’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, the only outward sign that Bennett had of his nervousness.
“Oh! Y-yeah. I think I’d like that a lot, Ajax. You know,” He laughed, settled into his seat, “I had a crush on you when we shared class. I guess it never really went away.”
“Why do you think I kept your number?” A chuckle. “I almost texted you several times this semester and when I finally got your message, I figured maybe I had a chance again.”
The silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm. “Hey,” Bennett’s voice cracked, “What do you say we skip the first date for now and go back to your place instead?” His heart thundered in his ears, afraid of moving too fast, but gods, he wanted this. “I’m sorry, was that too much?”
A smile spread over Ajax’s lips and he pressed on the gas a little harder. “Not for me.” He laughed, “As long as you’re sure this is what you want, Benny.” He slipped one hand from the steering wheel to tangle his fingers with Bennett’s. “Can’t say it doesn’t surprise me, but I’d be an idiot to turn you down.”
Bennett squeezed Ajax’s hand and turned to look out the window. “Good.” He said softly, “Good. I’m tired of wasting time.”
The two of them barely made it in the door before Ajax’s hands were all over him. The door closed behind them and Ajax crowded Bennett against it, caging him in with his arms. Bennett’s blood rushed through him, hot and needy, as he looked into Ajax’s eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. “Kiss me.” He said, grabbing at Ajax’s shirt, pulling him close.
Ajax obliged, leaning and pressing his lips to Bennett, tense as if trying to control himself from going too far. Bennett opened his mouth and kissed back, smiling and still clinging to Ajax’s shirt still as he pressed his tongue inside, curling it around all hot and slick. Hands still roamed all over his body, and Bennett whined when Ajax’s finger pressed between his legs.
“Bedroom, bunny.” The nickname flowing naturally between them, “I’m not going to fuck you against the door.”
“What if I want you to?” Bennett countered with a silly grin.
“Then I can do that after I’ve fucked you stupid in my bed.”
That should not have made Bennett whine as much as it did, but he nodded. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Fine. Bedroom, let’s go.”
Ajax laughed, scooping Bennett up in his arms, and carried him through the house, kissing him silly on the way until he dropped Bennett on the bed. “You’re full of surprises.” He said, “I can’t wait to learn all the secrets you’ve been keeping to yourself. What do you want right now ?”
“Right now?” Bennett replied, tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the side, scrambling with the rest of his clothes. “You. Right now I want you .” He breathed, watching Ajax go for his own clothes. Too fast? Maybe. Did he care? Absolutely not. “How do you— I mean, what position should I be in?”
“On your stomach,” Ajax said, and Bennett watched the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed heavily. “We’re going to go slow after this,” he said softly, helping Bennett to roll over on his hands and knees. “You’re driving me crazy right now Bennett, but after this I’m going to treat you to what you deserve.”
That made Bennett’s heart flutter. “Fine, that’s fine but right now Ajax, I want you to fuck me .” He whined, finally tugging off his binder and sinking his face and chest into the bed. “You’re taking too damn long.” He reached back with one hand, spreading himself open for Ajax to see.
A groan sounded from behind him, and then a ripping sound. “You’re really making me rethink my safety choices here, Bunny.” The pop of a cap and cold, slick fingers prodded at him. “You should be glad I have some self restraint.”
Bennett’s lips parted in a moan. “You’re still taking too much time,” he whined, pushing back on those fingers. “I can handle it. I’m not a blushing virgin and you’re not going to hurt me.”
“If you insist.”
Finally, finally, Bennett got what he wanted. He sighed, hips pressing back as he tried to get Ajax’s cock into him faster. Fingers dug into his hips and he hissed. “Ajax, please .” And he got his wish. Bennett heard a groan and a huff of air behind him before he was full and Ajax’s hips met his. “Oh, fuck .” He choked out, breath punched out of his lungs.
Ajax had the audacity to laugh behind him, breathy and strained. “You asked for it.”
“Asshole,” he mumbled into the covers as Ajax sat there, waiting. “Go, go .” When Ajax moved, Bennett whined and felt desperately bereft and empty until their hips met again and again. Each time Ajax hammered into him, the sound of their bodies mixed with his wails and moans, each noise punched out of him.
“That’s it,” Ajax panted, “That’s it Bunny. You’re doing so good,” he crooned.
Surely ruined for anyone else, Bennett kept begging for more. Hands slid up his back and reached around to cup his breasts, rolling his nipples between expert fingers as Ajax peppered kisses to his neck and shoulders. Bennett opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but all that came out was a high-pitched wail as his muscles seized for a split second and then released. His whole body shivered and jerked, clenching on the cock buried inside of him until he finally went limp and boneless, sinking into the bed.
It didn’t take too much longer for Ajax to shiver on top of him. Strangled groans mumbled into his ears, praise and words of affection dripping from his lips. It took several moments before Ajax peeled himself off of Bennett’s back and out of his aching body. “You’re” Ajax wheezed, and Bennett heard the condom being thrown in the garbage, “A menace. Honestly.”
“You say that like you’re not,” Bennett groaned and rolled over onto his side, Ajax scooting into the bed behind him. “You’re handsome and smart and—”
“Good in bed?”
“Shut up.” Bennett laughed and flailed an arm backwards. “ Yes , but that’s not the point.” He picked at a slightly loose string on the comforter, “Can I stay here for a few days? I don’t think I want to go home yet.”
Ajax pressed his lips to the back of Bennett’s neck, warm and comforting. “Of course you can. You don’t have to leave until you’re good and ready, and besides.” A chuckle, “You still owe me a home cooked meal.”
Bennett smiled, reaching for Ajax’s hand and twining their fingers together. He would try… for them.
Maybe his luck had finally turned around.