It was nearly morning when I finally convinced Darren to step away from the backrooms and dancefloor. He had found someone to entertain earlier on, but was in need of a bed and generous amounts of sleep. As we walked out the door, the brute of a guard smiled, upnodding to us.
Damen's bike was nowhere to be found, but I was sure that he had taken care of himself. Darren was asleep by the time I pulled up to the dorms, sated and peaceful for the first time since the shooting. Picking him up, I helped him to our room, noting that Damen's door was tightly shut. Putting him in bed, Darren mumbled something before pulling me into bed with him. Wrapping his arms around me, he snuggled against me, letting out a contented sigh as he drifted off to sleep.
The clock read 9, but it still felt like 3am. Slipping from Darren's embrace, I stumbled my way down the hall to Damen's room to check on him. Stopping short of touching the handle, the sound wafting out was more than enough indication of what was going on. One of Damen's deep moans floated to my ears, one that made my blood boil. It should have been Darren or I in there, bringing that sound from him, not some 'toy' he brought home. I waited for them to quiet down before I knocked. There was a scrambling of sheets before Damen's cracked voice called out.
Opening the door slowly, I walked in, cautious of what I might see. Laying on the floor because of the small size of his bed, Damen was resting back on his elbows as the other man lazily drew designs on his stomach, his head on Damen's chest.
"Yeah...It was alright. What's this?"
Blonde spikes brushed Damen's chin as Ben lifted to look at me. Seeing his face, I knew who he was instantly.
Ben's eyes met mine, daring me to say something, anything. The way he looked draped over Damen made it seem like he was guarding his true treasure.
"Yes Danny, and don't look so surprised. I knew when he brought me back that we'd have problems."
Damen let out a sigh, falling back until his back was straight.
Ben gave me one last glance before settling down again into the curve of Damen's neck. I folded my arms, prepared to stand my ground.
"Not know Daniel. Go back to bed for a bit, and we'll talk later. I was serious when I said that it was too early."
The look in his eyes was begging me to just comply.
Darren yawned as I slipped into bed, instantly crawling closer.
"You knew it was going to happen. His dad owns that club, he's always there, and he's always looking. We just threw him as bait, and Ben swallowed him whole."
"And I'm ending it. Give him a chance!"
I'd never heard anything like that outside the throws of ecstasy, and I was sure that my expression showed my amazement.
"Give him a chance, Daniel...He just lives upstairs now anyway. You need to be more open..."
"What they don't know won't hurt them. Ben's got a reputation to keep, so he's not going to chance too much. He's got to have a good reason for going after Damen, and he risked coming here even when you know he knows you'd kill him."
He chuckled as he laid his head on my chest.
Soon he was sleeping again, sighing softly as he breathed. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, trailing them down his back bone until a shiver met my hand. Hugging him, I kissed the top of his head before drifting back to sleep.
Part 22: Morning Chat
Ben's POV
I loved everything about him...How he looked, how he smelled, and by far how he felt. His fingers rubbed along my back, and I was in heaven resting my head on him. What's to say besides that I'd been fantasizing about him since I'd first seen him around campus, and I wasn't going to let him get away. Perhaps it was luck that he just happened to walk into the club where he did, just happened to pick up when he did.
Dan and I had a bit of a conflict because of the club, enough for Dad to send me back to school. He lost his job because Dad wouldn't fire me, but it had been a sore spot between us since it started. Besides, Dan had done well for himself without the dancing.
I drew lazy designs on his stomach, stroking back and forth across his skin after he'd fallen asleep again. He was breathing softly, the sated sound of someone who had been loved up. I smiled to myself as he moved his arms around me. I hadn't wanted him for me, I wanted him so I could pleasure him. I had never wanted anyone for anything like that before, but he just came across like one of those people who needed it.
The afterglow that warmed him was payment enough, his scent stronger because of his passion.
"Hmmm...Ben?"
His sleepy voice made it through my muddled brain, breaking me from my daydream.
"Yeah Damen?"
"As much as I love laying here with you, I'm starving..."
"I could give you something to take care of that..."
I turned around so I could look at him, his hair tousled and slightly damp.
"Not saying that I wouldn't enjoy that, but I need something more substantial. Come on babe...Let's raid the fridge before Daz and Dan do."
I helped him up from the floor, pulling him into my arms. He kissed me before laughing.
"What are you laughing at? Aren't I allowed to hold you?"
"Ben, you're stalling...And if you don't quit soon, you'll have to make good on that offer...On second thought, it'd have to be a double now..."
I felt a chill run up my spine as he blew across my ear.
"Of course, I could always have you for dessert..."
I lost it, didn't care what he wanted to do. I pushed against him, letting him feel what he was doing to me with just his words.
"Ben, here's your test...We gotta eat, so if they come out and you still have that, you will offer yourself for breakfast."
He patted my groin none too gently before heading towards the door. Whatever happened, it was going to be a very long morning.
Part 23: Forget It...
Damen's POV
I could hear Ben behind me, a combination of a grunt and a sigh escaping his lips. I know he was trying to stall for time again, and not for me this time. I don't know what was getting to him most, the fact that I was playing hard to get, or the fact that I was rooming with his rival, but whatever it was, I doubt that he was willing to let them have what he was offering souly to me.
I chuckled to myself, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. The other bedroom door was still shut, so I figured that they were still asleep. Well, either that or busy with each other. Poking my head back in my room, Ben still stood there, looking nervous.
"Pst, come on. They're not up yet."
"Damen...I...I don't know....if..."
I sighed, walking to him and hugging him tightly. I had scared big bad Ben.
"I'm sorry love. I didn't mean it, and I didn't think that it would get to you that much. Let me make you breakfast?"
I looked up into his eyes, hoping that he would see my honesty. This was new for me too, and I was hoping that I hadn't pushed him away with my stupidity.
"I think I'd like that Damen. I think I'd like that a lot..."
"So, we're all right then?"
He flashed me that smile, pulling me into his arms.
"I can't stay mad at you. God, I haven't even known you for more than a day, and I love you more than anything ever in my life. How do you do that?"
"I seem to have that effect on people. Must be that damned uniform..."
We both started laughing as I lead him out to the kitchen, letting him sit as I looked around the kitchen for something decent to make for breakfast. After finding some necessities, I started up the stove, whipping together some pancakes and eggs. As an afterthought, I made more for whenever the others decided to get up and give me that talk that Daniel had promised me.
Ben sat quietly, looking at one of the papers I had written for my English class, running his fingers across the lines, nodding every once in a while. I laughed to myself as I plated up the food and placed it on the table, butter and syrup nearby. 'What would Ben taste like covered in syrup?' He looked at me, shaking his head in amusement as he watched me.
"So Damen, you being the big art guy, I thought I'd actually see some if I came to your apartment..."
His voice was all light and bubbly again, all problems forgotten as he watched me chew on a bite.
"Well, Darren and Daniel are kind of picky when it comes to stuff being put up in here. You just have to know where to look..."
"Oh yeah? And just where would I have to look?"
I pointed up the wall to where the one hung, the one that I had drawn the day that I had snuck Darren and Daniel into the art building. Ben looked at it continually, eating slowly.
"That actually happen?"
"Yeah...after I sketched it. It was a really frustrating day that ended up a really frustrating week."
"I can imagine. Hey, want to go wake them up before their breakfast gets cold?"
"And aggravate the coming storm? I don't think so. Better to let Darren wake Daniel up the way you did, or we'll all face his wrath."
"Not a morning person then?"
"None of us are. All of our classes are pushed back too."
"That's what happens when you go clubbing all night long..."
"Oh, listen to you...At least we don't work there..."
Ben pouted, a look that could have challenged Darren any day. I moved my plate to sit closer to him, kissing him quickly.
"Don't pull that with me mister. I think we're even now, yeah?"
He seemed to think it over for a second, a concentrated look passing through his eyes. Glancing at me, he raised an eyebrow almost comically.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...Whatever you say."
He leaned over to kiss me again, deeper this time, wrapping an arm around me. The sound of the back bedroom door opening didn't seem to phase him as he pulled me closer, opening one eye to watch Darren and Daniel walk by. He only let go when the need for oxygen won him over, Daniel tapping his foot as Darren punched him playfully.
"Do we get breakfast too, or are you two going to eat each other?"
Darren hit him again.
"Like you are any different Mr. Jones..."
I winked at Ben, getting up to pull the rest of the food out of the oven.
"There, I even kept it warm for you. What would you do without me?"
"Have Darren for breakfast more often?"
A devilish grin spread over Daniel's face, his eyes dancing brightly. I sighed, rolling my eyes as he wrestled around with Darren for a few minutes, working out his usual morning hyperness. Putting the plates down on top of the stove, I went back to Ben, finishing up my meal. Dan sat down beside me, waving to Ben quickly before diving into his pancakes.
"Slow down. I don't want you complaining of a stomach ache all day."
Darren plopped down in the head seat, shooting Dan a glare.
"You are in a good mood this morning, Dan...Change your mind about Ben?"
"I'm giving him a chance. Forgive and forget, right?"
"You know, I don't even want to know what Darren did to make you so willing and eager-beaver this morning..."
"Probably the same thing that Ben did to you last night, Damen. Let me enjoy my breakfast all right? Why don't you two go do something more entertaining?"
Ben grinned, grabbing me and gently urging me back to the bedroom. I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was acting.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You..."
"Dessert, remember????"
24: Messy...
Damen's POV
"You are horny this morning..."
"Just the way I like to be. Keeps me wanting to please people like you."
He kicked my door shut, pulling me against him roughly as he assaulted my lips, his tongue entwining with mine as he pushed me back. I could feel him throbbing, he was so hard for me, and I was well on my way to that state, right along with him.
"Damen...bed..."
I bit lightly on his bottom lip, hearing him moan before our tongues danced again. He pulled away, tugging my shirt up and off my body, instantly moving his kissing downward over the newly uncovered skin. The backs of my knees finally met with the bed, and I pulled him down with me as I hit the mattress.
He looked at me deeply, his chocolate eyes held me locked to him, and there was no way out of it, not that I really wanted a way out...
"God, you are beautiful..."
He ducked his head, attacking my nipples until I was squirming beneath him, gasping.
"Ben, please..."
"More?"
"Yes..."
It was a shaky answer at best as he began grinding his hips down on me, our erections rubbing deliciously through our boxers. I moaned deeply, threading my fingers through his hair as he moved down towards my stomach, flicking his tongue into my belly button time and again, feeling me start to tighten my grip. His fingers played with the skin just under the top of my boxers, teasing me relentlessly.
"I...I want you Ben...need you..."
I could feel him laugh, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. He looked up at me, our eyes meeting as he nuzzled my cock, running his cheek against it. He looked so damn happy, so damn erotic like that. Tugging off my boxers, he kissed the tip, darting his tongue out to taste my precum. I groaned as he lifted his shirt off, discarding his boxers as he laid over me again.
"I want to feel you, be inside you...I want to move with you, in time with you..."
"Then why don't you?"
He smiled, kissing me again as he reached for the lube that sat on my desk. Knowing how things were going around the apartment, I didn't feel the need to stash anything that might come in handy at a moments notice.
Grinning triumphantly, he squeezed some onto his fingers, running them between my buttocks, rubbing slightly at my entrance. Sliding a finger in, he moved it slowly, watching for when I became used to the feeling before adding another. I pushed myself down, trying to take as much of his fingers in as possible, but I knew they couldn't fill me like I wanted him to.
"Now...please?"
I was already begging with him, but I knew he wasn't one to disappoint. Coating himself with the lube, he crawled back up slowly, rubbing his cock against mine before moving it down. Pushing in slowly, I arched up, my cock leaving wet trails on his stomach. Thrusting himself deeper, we both moaned.
"Damen, you're so tight...God, you feel wonderful..."
"Deeper...I want you to fill me..."
He slid in the rest of the way, stopping to let me adjust as he licked and nipped at my throat. Wrapping my legs around him, he began to move, sliding out a bit before slamming back in. On the third thrust, he brushed my prostate, making me yell as I clamped down on him. From then on, every move he made was angled to hit that spot, and I thought I was going to die.
Using one hand to hold him up, he moved the other around me, jerking me off with his thrusts. Grabbing his shoulders tightly, I met his thrusts with ones of my own, taking him deeper with every move. I urged him to speed up, and he did, wanting to take me over the edge with him. Feeling my balls tighten up, I pulled him down into a searing kiss as I exploded, covering us both in my seed. He wasn't far behind, pumping himself into me as he thrust repeatedly.
Collapsing on top of me, his weight was welcome as I embraced him tightly.
"Ben, you're absolutely...wonderful..."
He smiled against my chest, pulling out of me.
"So are you...Kinda funny though..."
"What?"
"That was the quietest orgasm I've ever had..."
I laughed quietly.
"You know, you're right...Shall we go get washed up?"
Leaning against each other, we proudly made our way to the bathroom, not caring if Darren or Daniel saw us naked and covered in my cum.
**
Darren's POV
"You think they're done yet?"
"Are you kidding? I haven't heard any real orgasmic screaming..."
"Think it's safe to go get dressed?"
"I don't see why not Darren, besides the fact that I like you in a wifebeater and boxers."
"I like you in them too, Dan, but I want to do something today besides sit around."
I stood up, putting my dishes in the sink as Daniel came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Shall I come with?"
"Come with what? This?"
I bumped my rear back against his hardening crotch, earning a groan.
"You are evil Mr. Hayes, you really are..."
"I learned from the best. Come on..."
As we turned the corner to go back into the hallway, I stopped when I heard Damen's door open. I watched as they both marched to the bathroom, Damen's head held high in pride as he dripped semen onto the ground.
"Hey, you two...We're trying to keep the carpets clean at least!"
I laughed as Dan moved in front of me, his hands on his hips.
"Go on, into the shower with ya, or you'll be paying the bills."
"Yes mum!"
They both giggled as they bolted for the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
"I feel like I'm watching a couple of horny teenagers..."
"Dan, you're one too..."
Part 25: The Marvelous 3
Damen's POV
I can't say that the rest of the day went totally to plan, but when did they ever? The shower with Ben had been wonderful in a quiet and mellow way, taking turns washing each other before hopping out to pull on the towels. I kissed him lightly as I trudged back into my room to find some clean clothes, ignoring the fact that Darren and Daniel's door was shut.
Ben came in after me, grabbing his gear from the night before, sliding into his pants and shirt.
"'Ey, think I could do a runner and grab some clean clothes from my room?"
"Only if you'll let me join you. I'd love to see your dorm room."
"Well, it's not nearly as interestin' as yours, but I guess that's not a problem. Just have to deal with the guys..."
"The guys?"
I had completely spaced that he too lived with two other men in their apartment. I wasn't too terribly worried about it, though, not if Ben was letting me go with him.
"Yeah, Troy and Sean. Nice mates though. I'm sure you'll get on just fine."
We tossed the towels into the laundry basket and headed into the kitchen, long enough for me to leave a note for the others.
I followed Ben up the stairs, waiting as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Their apartment was a mirror image of ours, everything spreading out to the left instead of the right like ours. A younger kid was seated at the table, his nose crammed into his English book. He looked up slightly, smiling at Ben.
"Hey, looks like you had a good night out. Who's the bloke?"
"Ah, this is Damen Gene, he just lives downstairs. Damen, this is Sean Bexing, our soon to be writer."
I stepped forward to shake his hand.
"Oh hey, I know you. All that shit with Johns and the Renegades. I couldn't believe it when I heard about it. Have they gone after Daylon yet?"
I raised an eyebrow, Sean catching on that I hadn't heard anything new since the actual assault.
"Here, I'll let you read it for yourself. It's been all over the papers."
It was front-page news, The Renegade's 'return to power', though I didn't think it was really that much. It wasn't like they were taking over the campus, and one attack by two people didn't really constitute as gang violence in the books. Everyone knew that Daylon was the mastermind behind the whole lovely mess, but of course, no one could ever make anything stick to him until he was actually caught in the act.
I put the paper back on the table, sitting as Ben went in search of his clothes for the day. Sean went back to his reading, glancing around every once in a while as he turned the pages. I was about to go see exactly what Ben was up to when the door opened and another man entered. He looked about the same age as Ben and I, smiling and cocking his head as he spotted me.
"Ello!"
Sean licked his finger to turn another page, looking disdainfully at the newcomer.
"Got a letter on your bed, Kevin..."
The man grumbled under his breath before sticking his tongue out at Sean and storming off to his room.
"Kevin?"
"No, actually Troy Gaines, but he's still really into kiddy shows, more recently computer animated ones. He's an animation major, but he just uses that as an excuse. He just used a key line from one of his favorite characters, so we call him Kevin when he does that. No worries though, he's not really that bad."
Troy immerged with a letter clasped in one hand, a glass in the other. He kept reading as he wandered to the sink, filling the glass, and then moved back to the table, taking a seat.
"Very interesting...Very interesting indeed..."
He hummed and made noises for quite some time before Sean batted him in the shoulder.
"So, who's it from? What's it say?"
Troy glanced over it again for a moment before taking a drink.
"It's from this company, Big Idea, and they want to use my penguins in a new show they're making. Looks like Kevin's going to make it after all..."
He smiled at Sean before working through the rest of the pages. I sighed deeply, glancing back down the hallway.
"Well, go get him already..."
I looked quickly to Troy who was looking at me from over the top of the papers.
"Last door on the right, and watch for flying clothes..."
I nodded my thanks, wandering back and opening his door slowly. I laughed quietly at the sight. Ben had his head buried in his closet, wearing nothing but his boxers again.
"Something tells me this is going to be a very long day..."
**
Daniel's POV
Darren looked at me sheepishly from where he sat on the edge of the bed, peering down at me.
"Dan, you know, the object is to stay on the bed..."
"Oh stuff it you. It's all your fault anyway."
He folded his arms stiffly, poking out his tongue before falling into a bout of laughter.
"You know, we still haven't talked about what we're doing today..."
"True, true...Think Damen and Ben are still around?"
"I don't know, lets go take a look, see if they want to do something."
I pushed myself up from the floor, opening the door before turning to stick my tongue out at Darren before disappearing into the kitchen. I picked up the note from the table, grabbing a bottle of water as I walked back to the bedroom.
"Says they went up to find Ben some clean clothes. Want to go say hi to Sean and Troy?"
"Daniel Jones, are you telling me that you know the people that Ben lives with?"
"He was living with them before I decided to hate him so much..."
Darren rolled his eyes, shrugging slightly as he climbed off the bed and began to get dressed.
Troy was the first one we saw as he pulled the door open, his face crammed into a letter. Sean glanced up from the table, waving slightly.
"Long time, no see Dan. Thought you swore you were going to kill Ben the next time you saw him?"
"I...ahh...put it behind me when someone decided to bring him home."
"Oh no way!"
All of us turned to Troy as he had finally tuned into the conversation at hand.
"You think Damen will sketch Ben? I mean, he sure does have the trick down pat, doesn't he?"
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't..."
Damen was leaning against the doorway leading back to the bedrooms, hands hung loosely in his pockets. Troy blushed, picking up the letter again to hide behind. Darren walked over to Damen, giving him a quick hug before looking down the hall.
"So, where's Ben?"
"Still sorting. I never thought anyone could have more clothes than you do, but he managed to do it. He's picky too. He's been in there since we got here and may have just settled on his pants, but that's not a guarantee."
"DAMEN!"
He chuckled before glancing back at Ben, who had his head sticking out of his door.
"Yes Ben?"
"Could you come help me for a minute? Please?"
"Yeah, hang on just a sec."
He shook his head, grinning.
"You know how it is...At any rate, what's the plan for today?"
Darren shrugged, looking at me before sighing.
"We don't know. We came up to see if you guys had planned anything at all."
"Well, Ben said that there is a local band setting up across campus. Might be worth a look. Thought we might be able to just spend the day out, get some air and stuff before we have to go back to class."
We all agreed to meet in the lobby so Damen could help Ben with his clothing choices before the end of the day. I collapsed onto one of the couches, gaining a glare from a kid who couldn't have been out of High School yet. I knew that the collage organized some summer programs for the students who wanted to get ahead with their schooling before they actually graduated, but I'd never messed with one before.
"Word of advice kid, don't mess with me."
"Shut up Dan, he didn't do anything."
Darren sat down on the floor in front of the couch I was laying on, swatting at my knee. He held out a hand to the kid.
"My name's Darren. You're with Upward Bound?"
"Yeah, John Spounius, but a lot of them just call me Spoon."
"Where are you living, John?"
"They put us down in the basement. Most of the rest are in the next building over, but they ran out of space."
"How many of you are there?"
"Just over 70 I think. Enough to give a headache to the people who have to watch all of us. The worst part is that they're talking about taking my bass guitar away because I supposedly make too much noise. It's not fair."
Darren shook his head.
"No, that doesn't sound fair, because we live above you and we haven't heard anything. We could put in a good word for you, couldn't we Dan?"
I looked at the both of them, wearing the same expression. I sighed.
"I suppose we could do that. I'm sure Damen wouldn't mind either. If we can ever get him out of that apartment, that is..."
Spoon held up a hand, his eyebrow raised.
"Hang on, you live with Damen Gene?"
"No, he lives with us, but yeah."
"God, I am so dumb...The three D's...They call you the Marvelous 3."
"Who does?"
"The T/S's...Tutor Supervisors. They told us about the whole thing at the art building, but I didn't know you guys lived in here."
"Ha, surprise..."
