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Henry is in one of is particularly abrasive moods today. Ben and Henry are bickering back and forth and to be honest, Marcus isn’t even paying attention to what they’re fighting over. He knows he should steer the conversation back on topic but he’s enjoying the red flush creeping up Ben’s cheeks as he gets increasingly frustrated. It’s probably a good thing that Henry isn’t in the studio, opting to call them while he’s in LA working on Your Pretty Face. “It’s probably a good thing” Marcus thinks “Because he can’t see me openly gawking at Ben, thinking about how much I want to walk around to Ben’s side of the desk, drop to my knees and see how long he can stay angry and concentrate while i’m sucking his cock.” Such a stupid thought though, he clearly can’t talk and contribute with a cock in his mouth. Marcus smirks to himself, Ben noticing and quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Elder Zebrowski, Elder Kissel… can we please get back to the topic at hand please”
Henry snorts loudly “Of course Elder Parks, apologies for the distraction.”
“I am Ben Kissel, sitting opposite deranged sex goblin Marcus Parks, and joining us from LA is the ever faithful Elder Henry Zebrowski!”
“Hello!” Henry all but yells. “Deranged sex goblin, I fuckin’ love it.”
“Today we are delving into part 3 of our series on Mormonism!” Ben chirps, looking over to smile at Marcus. He pauses for a moment as he sees that familiar feral look on his face, yet again.
Marcus stands up and pivots his mic stand around so that it is now flipped to Ben’s side of the desk, which earns him a questioning look from Ben. “We knew that this was going to be a long, arduous journey but today we really get into the meat of mormonism” Ben says, stalling for time as he tries to figure out what Marcus is doing as he picks his laptop up and scoots his chair around to sit next to him.
“The fucking MEATY flesh of the Mormons, tucked away in their special magical undergarments. Did you have to wear magical undergarments growing up Kissel? Was that an Evangelical thing too? Does Kissel wear enchanted boxers Dogmeat? I fuckin’ bet he does.”
“NOW WHY ON EARTH WOULD MARCUS KNOW THAT HENRY? GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” Ben is blushing the deepest shade of red that Marcus has seen yet.
Henry knows exactly what he’s doing, that Ben is still incredibly embarrassed that he knows about his and Marcus’ relationship, or whatever it was. Marcus is absolutely cackling at this stage, delighting in how incensed Ben is by Henry’s teasing. He slides a hand onto Ben’s thigh under the table. It’s not that Henry can see anything, as he’s calling into the studio today, rather than his usual video call as he’s between filming. Marcus just knows that the idea of hiding his wandering hand makes this all just that little bit more naughty. “I’ll have a look for you later Henry.” Marcus laughs into his mic, winking slyly at Ben, who is still looking down at the thin hand perched on his thigh.
“No one is looking at my undergarments thank you VERY much. Christ!”
Marcus pulls a scrap of paper from the middle of the table and scrawls a note quickly, sliding it in front of Ben. “Unzip your pants.”
Ben shoots him a worried look and pauses. Marcus rolls his eyes at the redhead, underlining his words again for emphasis. Ben reaches down and unzips, scooting his pants down a little. While Henry and Marcus are chattering away again Ben grabs his phone and hurriedly sends Marcus a text.
Ben: What the fuck has gotten into you?
Marcus taps the phone laying in front of him on the desk and quickly reads the message, smiling. He grabs the scrap paper again and scribbles sloppily-
“You’re hot when you’re angry and bossy”
Ben: You never let me boss you around.
Marcus looks up from his phone and shrugs sheepishly.
Ben: You like me bossing OTHER people around? You like me bossing HENRY around?
Marcus chimes in with a “Mmmm” agreeing with something Henry has just said, trying to appear like he’s still interested in anything but the task literally at hand. He again looks at Ben and shrugs, smiling. Ben shakes his head, smiling. A small blush creeps onto his cheeks.
Marcus somehow manages to continue reading his script notes while sliding his hand into Kissel’s pants, stroking his growing erection. Ben leans back from the mic, groaning quietly. Marcus huffs out a small giggle, putting a finger to his lips to tell Ben to be quiet. He scribbles on the page-
“Be quiet for Daddy Ben.”
He feels Ben throb in his hand as he reads, obviously struggling to maintain composure as Marcus gently pumps his cock, pulling it free from his boxers, now damp with pre cum. Ben interrupts Henry for a moment, asking him to clarify something for the listeners. He’s aware that his “role” in the group is that of the every man, which is why he gets off when it comes to doing very little research each week. He learns along with the listeners most of the time. “Ok, but what does that mean for them?”
Marcus interjects, answering for Henry, looking Ben in the eyes the entire time as he grips him firmly and strokes his cock. The conversation flows easily as the boys have gotten this down to a well refined art. Ben’s quiet groans also flow easily, prompting another silent warning from Marcus.
“I’ll stop if you can’t be quiet. You want him to know i’m jerkin’ you off?” Marcus jots quickly, looking at Ben sternly. Ben shakes his head almost violently, zipping his lips like a mime.
The conversation continues, Ben trying desperately to act normal, and feels like he’s doing a pretty reasonable job of it until Marcus leans over and drops a long string of spit onto the head of his cock, thumbing the wetness around and pumping slowly, revelling in the obscene squelching noise. Ben looks down at his lap and sighs quietly, biting at his lip to silence himself. He softly bangs his fist on the desk out of frustration and bucks into Marcus’ fist wetly.
“GOOD BOY. Stay quiet” Marcus writes on the printed notes sitting in front of Ben.
Ben snatches the pencil from Marcus and scribbles in large and messy writing-
“CLOSE”
Marcus nods, agreeing with Henry on something, Ben isn’t even really lucid right now. He’s sure he’s missing cues and lines but Henry and Marcus seem to have everything under control. He leans back in his chair, placing a knuckle between his teeth, biting down as a distraction from the absolutely delicious warmth growing in his gut. He tries his best to zone back in and listen and manages to tune back in at a pretty appropriate time as Marcus is reading scripture from The Book of Mormon.
“From Mormon 5:23- Know ye not that ye are in the hands of God?”
“Well fuck” Ben thinks to himself and looks to the man next to him. His face is illuminated brightly by the monitor in front of him, his eyes shining and bright. He watches the way that Marcus engages with Henry, and the mannerisms he’s only just noticing now that he SEES Marcus. He’s always sat opposite him in this studio, but he’s never had a reason to watch him closely and well, he’s really quite pretty in a scary way. This beautiful, scrawny man has become such an important part of his life recently. “Not the time to get emotional Kissel” he thinks to himself. The thought that Henry is on the other end of that mic, and that Marcus is stroking his cock is such a confusing combination to him but it feels kinda good? More than kinda good…dare he say it, but it’s kinda fun? Another of Marcus’ deranged sex things. He smiles to himself.
Marcus leans over and dips his head into his lap for a moment, twirling his tongue around the head of his cock, coating him with spit again. The brief contact makes Ben groan loudly. Marcus sniffles a giggle as he sits back up.
“You ok there Kissel? You sound uhhhh well. I don’t even know what you sound like you’re doing” Henry laughs.
“Uh yeah, just uhhh cracked my back. It’s been playing up and it felt good, is all.” Ben lies through gritted teeth.
“Sure thing Bumblebutt. You’re gonna have to do some pretty creative editing here boys, there’s been some interesting interference during this recording”
Marcus can hear the smile in Henry’s voice, he’s definitely onto them. He looks over at Ben, cheeks flushed, eyes scrunched shut and head tilted back.
“Hey speaking of having to edit, can you give us a sec Henry? We'll just cut this portion?” Marcus asks, standing up. Ben looks up, upset at the loss of contact. “He’s actually pouting” Marcus thinks to himself, grinning.
“Uhhh yeah ok, We’ll put a pin in this for a minute, i’m just gonna go get a drink and take a piss ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, sounds good.”
Marcus pushes Ben’s chair back, spinning it around so the taller man is facing him. He drops to his knees and takes Ben’s painfully hard dick in hand and pumps it, making stern eye contact with the other man. “Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares”
“Marcus” Ben whines. “Are you quoting scripture at me while you’re touching my dick? This is a new level of weird for us”
“Hebrews 13:1–2” Marcus laughs. He pumps Ben’s cock slowly before taking as much of his length as he could given their positioning and sucking, cheeks hollowed. Ben’s hands find their way into Marcus’ hair, pulling gently. Marcus lets Ben set the rhythm, bucking up into his mouth forcefully, setting a fast pace.
“We don’t have much time for this Marcus, you ok?”
Marcus pulls up for a moment. “I want you to use my mouth however you need Ben, you just need to cum quickly for Daddy ok? Unless you WANT Henry to hear how good I make you feel?” He smirks up at the taller man. He can tell that a small part of Ben finds that VERY appealing as his dick leaps in his hand.
“CHRIST NO! You are in such a strange mood today Marcus.” Ben stands up, looking down at Marcus on his knees.
“What can I say, listening to you get shitty with Henry got me boned up, and trying to make you cum while he’s listening on the other end just… well, it’s fuckin’ hot, ok?” Marcus returns to the fast pace Ben had set, grabbing one of his hands and scrunching it in his hair. Ben cracks his neck, refocusing as he grasping Marcus’ head, fingers entwined in his hair.
He thrusts into the wet warmth of Marcus’ mouth, focusing on trying to cum before Henry gets back and they have to keep rolling. He pulls back for a moment when he hears Marcus gag violently but groans loudly when he sees Marcus flash him thumbs up. He’s so fucking close to cumming. Marcus takes Ben too deeply again, gagging loudly, but holding himself in place for a moment before pulling up gasping for breath. Seeing the man that usually has such easy control over their sexual interactions so vulnerable right now is, well… that’s kinda hot. Ben takes his cock in hand, holding Marcus’ head in place with a fist full of hair as he jerks off frantically, cursing loudly as he shoots thick ropes over Marcus’ face. “Fuck! Marcus! Fuck!”
A round of loud applause can be heard over Ben’s tired panting.
“You got him good Dogmeat!”
“HENRY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Ben yells, running his hand through his hair frustratedly.
“How long have you been back?” Marcus asks, smiling as he cleans his face off with the sleeve of his hoodie. He makes a mental note to make sure he buys tissues for the studio.
“Well, let’s just say that either you have an atrocious gag reflex or Kissel is hung like a fuckin’ moose.” Henry laughs.
Ben wants to find this situation amusing but right now he’s concentrating on the tenting in Marcus’ pants and the feral look on his face. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying Henry busting them?
“So Dogmeat?! Magical underpants or what?”