Author’s Note:

Hi again!

This is a very short story that features a few side characters from my other stories. As always, I write everything to stand on its own. This isn’t Marvel, no need to do any homework to understand or enjoy it :).

No content warnings this time, just a cute couple who love each other (and a friend).

Ira

“I have a question for you,” I said as soon as I walked in the door. It was Ben’s apartment, but that never stopped me from barging in like I owned the place. Benji sometimes acted annoyed when I did that, but he’s the one that gave me the key in the first place.

Ben glanced up from where he sat at the kitchen table typing away on his laptop. He was, as always, working diligently on whatever it was that he had to do to make his coffee shop run smoothly. The place had been a diner owned by his grandfather at one point, then his parents switched it to a coffee shop before there were any Starbucks brave enough to infiltrate our small town in the nineties. We eventually had six or more corporate coffee brands of varying popularity around town, but Steamed was the local favorite thanks in no small part to the hard work Ben put into overhauling it. His parents had finally fully retired the year before, leaving the reins fully in Ben’s perfectly capable hands.

“Give me ten minutes and you can ask me,” he said.

Fair enough. I chose to steal a beer from his fridge and sit across from him to pretend to scroll on my phone. Really, though, I wanted a chance to admire his serious businessman face. Ben was already more beautiful than any other person, place, or work of art in the entire world, but there was something extra appealing about his no nonsense professional mode. I loved watching him work the rush in his shop, charming customers and disarming any frustrations with his sharp wit and handsome smile.

He had his locs down that night, a little unusual for him. He normally kept them tied loosely behind his head while he worked to keep them out of his face. The silver beads on the ends of a few of them lightly brushed his shoulders as he worked. His delicate features were set in stern lines of concentration, with his perfect, soft lips caught in his teeth as he pondered through whatever problem he was undoubtedly solving.

“I know you’re staring at me,” he said without looking up.

“Hm, ok,” I said. I didn’t stop though. Ben worked a little while longer before he looked up at me with a little crooked smile and closed his computer.

“Ok, I’m officially done for the night. What did you want to ask me?”

I paused for a moment now that I was on the precipice. Benji’s dark eyes were on me and my breath was a little hard to catch. Oh, well. He had heard crazier things from me before.

“So, you know how after we dated that first time and after we hated each other for a while,” I started.

“I never hated you,” Ben interrupted. “Did you hate me?”

“No,” I admitted. “I just hated your boyfriends.”

“Well, that’s not news. Go on,” he snickered.

“Right, so after we got over being weird and started talking again, you know, when you weren’t dating,” I kept on. Ben arched an eyebrow at me and rested his chin on one hand. He knew I was feeling awkward and he was absolutely not going to help me. “When we were, like, you know, just fuckbuddies.”

“Uh huh,” Ben said slowly. He was already laughing at me. That helped. I liked it when he laughed even if it was at my expense. “I remember. Was there something else?”

“So, yeah, you know how we had that rule?” I said. Ben raised both eyebrows and waited for me to elaborate. Yeah, ok. That was vague. We had a handful of rules back then. “That either of us could always ask for whatever we were interested in, and the other could always veto, no harm, no foul on either side? That rule?”

“Sure, I remember that rule,” Ben said and chuckled.

“So, some good stuff came from that, yeah?” I pressed on.

“Hmm, this sounds like you want something,” Ben said. He had that little smirk on his face. The one he wore when he knew he had the upper hand. Which, to be honest, he should have known he always had the upper hand. I was his dog in every possible way.

“I just want to ask,” I stressed. “But only if that rule still applies. No harm, no foul?”

“No damages, no birds,” Benji giggled, echoing what he used to reply when we were barely more than kids. “Ask away. Worst thing I’ll say is no.”

“Have you ever considered trying a threesome?”

…

Ben

Ira surprised me with that one. I could see the fear in his face. He thought I would be offended or worse, he worried I might feel hurt. That might have been the case with anyone but Ira. That man had come back to me too many times for me to doubt him. Through all our dumb fights and youthful mistakes, he still chose me at every turn. Even when I was out looking for a serious partner in every corner but his, he was there to support me and happy to take the scraps I offered him turhal escort in between. I knew I was more than enough for him.

But this was an intriguing proposition. A threesome? There was definitely something more to it that Ira hadn’t gotten brave enough to say yet. He had some kind of itch that he wanted to scratch and, as always, he felt safe to try it with me.

“I haven’t ever thought about it,” I said carefully, “But I could be persuaded.”

Ira breathed out a sigh of relief and lit up with a happy grin. That face, just so handsome. He was painfully pale, with icy blond hair and the palest gray eyes. There were times I could swear he glowed in the dark. I just loved the way he wore his emotions so openly. I had always been guarded, but Ira lived loud.

“Walk me through this. Tell me what appeals to you,” I requested. Ira giggled nervously and looked around the room for a few minutes as he worked through how to explain what he wanted. I relented in playing ice king and reached for his hand to squeeze it. He melted into that brief contact, grateful for the comfort.

“So, I had a threesome once, um, a long time ago,” he winced and looked up at me to see if that would upset me. I had no idea why he suddenly thought I was a prude. The things we had done to each other over the years could fill a really raunchy book.

“Uh huh, I’m surprised it was just one,” I said and squeezed his hand again.

“Well, I didn’t like it very much,” he said in explanation. “I didn’t really know the guys and I didn’t trust them enough to really get what I wanted from it.”

“Ok, and what did you really want?” I prompted.

“You know how I only bottom for you?” he said as though this would be something I had forgotten and not something I took advantage of at least once a week.

“I definitely know that,” I chuckled. Ira blushed. God, that was cute. He was usually so confident and self-assured that I rarely saw him so off-kilter, but I loved those little vulnerable moments he gave me.

“I wanted to be in the middle,” he mumbled, blushing so deep that his ears turned pink. It was all I could do to not reach out and cradle his cheeks to feel that heat. “Like, I wanted someone to fuck me while I dicked the other guy down. But I can’t do that without you. No one tops me but Benji.”

“Interesting,” I said, mulling over his idea. “How would you see that working? Who touches who? Who gets to do what? And do you have someone in mind?”

“I didn’t think that far,” Ira admitted. “I wasn’t sure you would agree.”

“I didn’t agree yet,” I corrected him gently. “But let’s have the conversation.”

…

Ira

We had the conversation off and on for weeks without really deciding much. We had it enough that it became something we joked about. I wasn’t sure it would ever happen, and that was ok. The whole point was to tell Benji that I was interested and leave it in his court.

“Would you want another twink?” Ben asked me without context as he absolutely wiped the floor with some old school fighting game that was all blocky pixels and Japanese text.

“Benji, baby, you’re too old and too tall to be a twink,” I giggled.

“Rude,” Ben scoffed. “Question still stands. Your type or my type?”

“My type is just you,” I said just to be irritating. “Ephemerally beautiful but kind of mean hipsters who own coffee shops and play weird, old video games. It’s, like, the hardest type to find.”

“Oh my God,” Ben groaned.

“No one is as beautiful as you, Benji. We’ll never find someone to even compare,” I pointed out. “We better pick someone your type.”

“That won’t work if you want to fuck them,” he said. “I like tops.”

“Hm, we should find a switch, though. Right? So you aren’t just stuck with me?” I mused.

“I’m not stuck with you, dummy,” he pointed out while he effortlessly completed some kind of secret combo and ended the match. “It’s your fantasy. I’m just in it because you have trust issues when it comes to receiving.”

“Um, no, you’re in it because I love you more than Heaven, Earth, and all the little angels, I can’t imagine sex without you anymore, and because my precious asshole is distrustful of strangers,” I corrected him.

“Cheesy,” Ben snickered.

“Really, though. I don’t want to do it if you won’t enjoy it,” I added sincerely.

“I’m willing to try,” Ben said slowly. His understated confidence seemed a little shaken. “I like the idea of you in cocky top mode and still taking my dick, but I’m a little nervous I won’t be able to do it with someone else there. I’m not really a top, you know. Just for you. I may not live up to the fantasy.”

“Ah, baby,” I softened. “We don’t have to try anything that makes you nervous. It was just an idea. You can always say no.”

“Someone bigger than you,” Ben said suddenly with a little grin. “Like, taller and more muscles. Bigger cock would be insane.”

“Oh, yeah?” I grinned and dropped my controller to kneel over his lap. tuşba escort His breath hitched and his hands went straight to my clothed pecs. Ben had half a foot on me, but he was thin and soft everywhere while I spent hours at the gym making myself pretty for him. He didn’t care about height, but Ben had a hell of a thing for muscles. “You want to see me top a big, strong boy for you?”

“Fuck, that’s hot, right?” he giggled a little breathlessly. “I love watching you all tensed up and sweaty. I bet your ass looks so good when you’re fucking.”

I groaned a little as his slender fingers found my nipples through my shirt and lightly twisted. I leaned in to kiss along his jaw and cradle his cheek in one palm. Ben liked a soft touch and he absolutely melted for me when I gave him that gentleness.

“Hey,” I said and pushed myself out of the horny haze I was sinking into. “How would you feel about finding someone I can really dom? I love being your service top, but it could be fun to share an actual sub.”

Ben was still feeling along my muscles as he thought. I flexed for him so he could trace those hard-earned lines with his greedy fingers.

“I’m not sure I can share a sub,” he said after a while. “I don’t really like giving orders. It could be fun to watch, but I’ve never seen that side of you. Are you mean when you do that? Every guy who ever tried with me was fucking vicious.”

“Oh, Benji,” I sighed. I stroked his cheek and delighted in the way he leaned against my hand. “Who hurt you, baby? I’ll fucking kill them.”

“You think I let anyone get that far?” Ben snorted. “I have high standards. I kicked those assholes out the second they called me names. I’m not sure I want to see you do that.”

“I’m only as mean as the guy wants me to be,” I told him. “I can be a degrading asshole if the other guy wants that, but that’s not what gets me off. I just like seeing them fall apart. You’re the best for that. You fall apart so pretty. I love watching you writhe for me. Do you have any idea how hot it is to watch you cum and know I did that? That’s what I like.”

“Fuck,” he sighed and grabbed the hem of my shirt. “Let me see those muscles.”

I happily obliged, hopping up and shedding all my clothes. Ben licked his lips and grinned at my obvious excitement. I yanked his shirt off before he could stop me and crawled over him to press him back into the couch cushions. Ben laughed and started to wiggle out of his lounge pants while still trapped beneath me. I didn’t help him, choosing instead to very gently tug on the bars through his pierced nipples. Ben gasped and shuddered under me.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled. “I love seeing that cool, reserved mask shatter for me. Fuck, you’re so pretty. My beautiful, perfect Benji.”

Ben tried to scoff and keep up his usual game of being far too cool for compliments, but he was falling fast under my touch. I knew his body better than my own at that point and I went straight for his favorite warm up spots, kissing his neck and spending time caressing his chest while I rutted my bare cock against his clothed bulge.

“Would you enjoy watching another man fall apart for me?” I asked him in that same sexy growl. Ben groaned and twitched. I grinned. “Would you like it if I put on a show for you? We can find someone hotter than me, for sure. Someone who lifts heavier and who can go out in the sun. Bigger muscles than me and a golden tan. Would you like that, baby? I’ll make him fall apart just for you, then you can fuck me and remind me who owns me.”

“Oh, fuck, Ira,” Ben moaned. I grinned when I realized he was out of snappy comebacks. Perfect. Exactly where I wanted him.

“You want to get fucked, baby?” I purred into his ear.

Ben whined and nodded, trying again to wiggle out of his pants. I let him that time, but I slid down with them and ran my tongue up the inside of his slender thigh. Ben gasped and let out a needy, shaky moan.

“Oh, what a beautiful sound,” I sighed. Ben was liquid in my hands already, letting me heist one of his legs over my shoulder and shifting to give me free access to him without me even needing to ask.

I took my time licking and kissing along the crease of his thighs and gently cupping his balls. Benji liked to be worshiped whether he admitted to that or not. He needed time to warm up to a firmer touch. I got the feeling not every partner of his had been willing to work him up properly. It wasn’t even a matter of patience for me, though. Those guys had no idea what they were missing by rushing straight to the main event with Benji.

He rewarded my efforts with the most gut churning moans and sighs. His long fingers threaded through my hair to caress along my scalp and down my neck. I waited until he was just slightly jerking his hips in an unconscious effort to get my tongue in direct contact with his hole. I grinned and swiped the lightest touch over his perfect pucker and chuckled when his back left the couch just at that brief contact.

“Let’s tüyap escort move this to the bed, baby,” I said and kissed along his happy trail.

I wished I was big enough to really pick him up. I could easily lift his weight, but he was just too long limbed for me to manage carrying him anywhere with any kind of grace. That would have been the perfect moment to lift him like a princess and effortlessly lay him out on the bed. I had to settle for escorting him back to his bedroom where I stopped him at the edge of the bed to run my hands down the long, soft lines of his body.

“You’re so beautiful, Benji,” I sighed, drawing him into a deep kiss. Ben relaxed against me, letting me support his weight as he melted into my touch. “Let me make you feel good. Would you like that, baby? Do you want my tongue deep in your perfect ass?”

“Oh, fuck,” he giggled. “Yes. Now.”

“Bossy,” I teased him, but I gently laid him back on the bed and knelt between his long legs. I started to work him up again, just kissing up his thighs until I reached my prize. I pressed a tentative, gentle kiss on his hole to see if he was ready for me to actually touch him or not. Ben didn’t jump that time, he whined and tilted his hips towards me. Perfect.

I still started slow. Ben would stop me if I went too fast, but I liked for him to just shut off his brain and let me handle everything. It wasn’t entirely selfless, there was a real rush knowing that Benji trusted me most out of all the people in the world. I loved nothing more than being the man he let his guard down for. He relaxed into the mattress, groaning and slowly moving his hips in time with my gentle ministrations. I worked my way inside to the soundtrack of Ben’s desperate little sounds.

I lubed my fingers and started working them in with the help of my tongue. Ben shuddered and pressed back against me as I carefully rubbed his inner walls, lightly brushing his prostate and banking those perfect moans. I gave myself a few strokes just to relieve the pressure and spread some lube for later.

“Ira, I need you,” he gasped. I grinned and kept working him open. Ben groaned in frustration and tugged on my hair.

I giggled and slid up his body to catch his lips again. Ben tried to move me into a better position, but he had no hope. I might have been short, but I was way too heavy for him.

“Ira, come on,” he whined at me.

“Beg for it,” I teased him. He wouldn’t. We both knew that. He’d shove me off and take care of himself before he begged.

“You beg for it,” he countered.

“Ooh, would you like that, baby? I’ll beg for you,” I purred into his ear. He jumped when I finished my sentence by sticking my tongue in his ear and lightly biting his lobe. “You want me on my knees?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he snapped. “Ira, now!”

I relented and shifted so my cock slipped along his crack. Ben’s back arched as I gently pressed to his hole, slowly entering that holy warmth and letting his desperate whimper fill my ears. The primitive part of my brain begged me to slam into him, just take him hard and chase my own high, but I held back. Ben expected more and he deserved perfection.

I captured his lips as I worked my way in. Ben was whining and trembling hard by the time my last inch slipped inside. He blinked his hazy eyes up at me and gave me the most loving, sunny smile.

“Ira,” he sighed and curled his fingers at the back of my head. “I love you so much.”

“Aw, Benji,” I giggled and leaned in to kiss him. “Did I fuck the mean out of you?”

“Maybe if you finish strong,” he chuckled weakly.

Challenge accepted. I shifted to take him deeper. Ben’s back left the sheets for a moment as I hit that perfect angle, the one I learned through so many years of trial and error, the one I would remember in a coma just because the way Ben reacted would be enough to bring me back from the brink.

I was probably well endowed enough to not have to try so hard. Ben might have still liked me if I couldn’t fill him up so perfectly. But there was nothing quite like the way my guts clenched when Benji’s eyes rolled back and his fingers dug into my back.

“Oh, God, right there,” Ben panted like I needed any instruction to get him there.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to him, followed the lines of his body, and lightly flicked the barbells in his nipples on my way down to stroke him in time with my thrusts. Ben whined and locked up beneath me.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby,” I sighed right into his ear. “Please, Benji. Please cum for me.”

That’s all he needed. He might have dismissed my offer to beg before, but he loved to hear it. The clench of his ass knocked my breath out. I fought to keep my eyes open to see his load cover my fist and paint white lines on his smooth, dark skin. He moaned my name and shoved me headfirst over that ledge. I was pumping his insides full before I could catch my breath enough to answer him.

Ben stroked my hair when I collapsed beside him. I smiled at him, but I was out of clever commentary.

“So how do we find this dream guy for our threesome?” he asked me. My brain had leaked out when I came, so I just stared at him and tried to look like I wasn’t completely stupid. Ben chuckled. “We’ll talk about it later. Come on, handsome. We both have to shower before we sleep in my bed.”