Hello! I wrote this as a sequel to this: http://hhanon.livejournal.com/3552.html?thread=2558176 So yes, here it is.
~Graphic content warning... Very graphic content. But enjoy!~
Greg's hand left his pocket. It took all the effort to keep it from sliding back in. He stretched his fingers out against his thigh, drumming lightly with them as he waited. He glanced down, noticing the slight bulge that was still there. He swallowed hard. Oh, Ben... where are you? At the thought of Ben he felt his cock twitch, beginning to harden slightly more. He smirked, sighing happily at the thought of the expected events. He bit down on his lip, desperately resisting the urge to lock himself inside a cubicle and slide his hand under the band of his trousers. He wanted so badly to play with himself at the thought of Ben, his eyes closed so he could imagine that Ben's hand was on him once more.
Not long now... he'll be here...
His fingers twitched in sync with his cock, chewing hard on his lip at the thought. Come on, Ben... Greg was teasing himself now, completely forgetting his whereabouts. His eyes shut and his hand wandered, sliding back up his thigh and fumbling with the aid of the other to unbutton his jeans. He groaned as his hand slid under the fabric of his boxers.
"Oi!"
Greg felt his hand snatched away and opened his eyes. Standing over him, holding his wrist was Ben. "That's my job." Ben growled, leaning in and kissing Greg hungrily, brushing against his bulge with the hand not on Greg's wrist. He rubbed slowly in contrast to the quick, slightly sloppy kiss. A grunt escaped his lips as Greg's hands clasped his ass to press their bodies together even tighter.
"Fuck."
Hands were everywhere. Both their shirts were rapidly un-tucked and Greg's fingernails found Ben's back, digging them in and dragging them down. Ben whimpered against Greg's lips. His fingers gripped at his curls. He pulled away breathlessly, gasping for air.
"Shall we?" Ben asked with a smirk, leaning over to lock the door of the toilets. "Yes." Greg breathed, running a hand through his hair. "Please."
The door locked and Ben stalked across the room, pressing Greg against the sinks again. He groaned loudly, running his hands along his sides and curving them about his hips. Greg's lips traced his jawline, nipping at his skin and downwards onto his neck. His teeth scraped against Ben's neck, placing gentle kisses as he moved down. At the same time his fingers tugged at Ben's tie to pull it away gracefully from where it hung around his neck. The tie fell to the floor and his shirt followed soon after. Greg's fingers ran along Ben's torso and turned to slide under his waistband. Ben helped by unhooking his trousers and undoing them so there was enough space for Greg's hand to wrap around his erection. He moaned, thrusting into his hand, feeling it wrap around a bit tighter and the pace quickened as he grunted loudly. His pace matched Greg's perfectly. They had the rhythm in time and were now playing a melody of their own.
They switched places and Ben was lifted onto the sink. His legs spread apart and Greg's hand still pumping in time, he threw his head backwards and leant his body forward to meet the kisses placed on his neck and shoulders, along his collarbone and down across his stomach. He grunted again and Greg's hand moved, and so did he. Greg leaned down at first and then kneeled, taking Ben in his mouth. His tongue explored all of Ben, flicking at first at his tip and then moving to lick downwards. He repositioned himself, leaning forwards to wrap his lips around Ben's dick, taking all of him in. "Oh g-god... f-, Greg!" Not long after Ben was gasping for breath, his fingers running through Greg's hair as his mouth worked on him.
"D-don't stop, p-please... Greg..." Every moment felt like forever. Moans echoed through the room until suddenly Ben buckled over, leaning on Greg's shoulders for support as he came. He breathed heavily, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets as his cum filled Greg's mouth, soon to be swallowed down with a smirk.
[RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs. Sequel fic.
~Graphic content warning... Very graphic content. But enjoy!~
Greg's hand left his pocket. It took all the effort to keep it from sliding back in. He stretched his fingers out against his thigh, drumming lightly with them as he waited. He glanced down, noticing the slight bulge that was still there. He swallowed hard. Oh, Ben... where are you? At the thought of Ben he felt his cock twitch, beginning to harden slightly more. He smirked, sighing happily at the thought of the expected events. He bit down on his lip, desperately resisting the urge to lock himself inside a cubicle and slide his hand under the band of his trousers. He wanted so badly to play with himself at the thought of Ben, his eyes closed so he could imagine that Ben's hand was on him once more.
Not long now... he'll be here...
His fingers twitched in sync with his cock, chewing hard on his lip at the thought. Come on, Ben... Greg was teasing himself now, completely forgetting his whereabouts. His eyes shut and his hand wandered, sliding back up his thigh and fumbling with the aid of the other to unbutton his jeans. He groaned as his hand slid under the fabric of his boxers.
"Oi!"
Greg felt his hand snatched away and opened his eyes. Standing over him, holding his wrist was Ben. "That's my job." Ben growled, leaning in and kissing Greg hungrily, brushing against his bulge with the hand not on Greg's wrist. He rubbed slowly in contrast to the quick, slightly sloppy kiss. A grunt escaped his lips as Greg's hands clasped his ass to press their bodies together even tighter.
"Fuck."
Hands were everywhere. Both their shirts were rapidly un-tucked and Greg's fingernails found Ben's back, digging them in and dragging them down. Ben whimpered against Greg's lips. His fingers gripped at his curls. He pulled away breathlessly, gasping for air.
"Shall we?" Ben asked with a smirk, leaning over to lock the door of the toilets.
"Yes." Greg breathed, running a hand through his hair. "Please."
The door locked and Ben stalked across the room, pressing Greg against the sinks again. He groaned loudly, running his hands along his sides and curving them about his hips. Greg's lips traced his jawline, nipping at his skin and downwards onto his neck. His teeth scraped against Ben's neck, placing gentle kisses as he moved down. At the same time his fingers tugged at Ben's tie to pull it away gracefully from where it hung around his neck. The tie fell to the floor and his shirt followed soon after. Greg's fingers ran along Ben's torso and turned to slide under his waistband. Ben helped by unhooking his trousers and undoing them so there was enough space for Greg's hand to wrap around his erection. He moaned, thrusting into his hand, feeling it wrap around a bit tighter and the pace quickened as he grunted loudly. His pace matched Greg's perfectly. They had the rhythm in time and were now playing a melody of their own.
They switched places and Ben was lifted onto the sink. His legs spread apart and Greg's hand still pumping in time, he threw his head backwards and leant his body forward to meet the kisses placed on his neck and shoulders, along his collarbone and down across his stomach. He grunted again and Greg's hand moved, and so did he. Greg leaned down at first and then kneeled, taking Ben in his mouth. His tongue explored all of Ben, flicking at first at his tip and then moving to lick downwards. He repositioned himself, leaning forwards to wrap his lips around Ben's dick, taking all of him in. "Oh g-god... f-, Greg!" Not long after Ben was gasping for breath, his fingers running through Greg's hair as his mouth worked on him.
"D-don't stop, p-please... Greg..." Every moment felt like forever. Moans echoed through the room until suddenly Ben buckled over, leaning on Greg's shoulders for support as he came. He breathed heavily, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets as his cum filled Greg's mouth, soon to be swallowed down with a smirk.