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Flashing lights bore nothing but a strain to his eyes. Ben never understood the party life scene, even with the way he looked and the people he befriended.
A half empty bottle hung off of his lips, sneaking sips in when he wasn’t occupied by ogling at Charlie and Nick. Who both seemed to be having fun, not that he should care. He’d already been pulled aside by Nick months ago and told off for how he had acted. It was just upsetting now, thinking of what could have been if he hadn’t been such a fucking, big a-hole.
His friend Imogen had tagged along but had gotten lost in the crowd long ago, probably dragged off to meet a friend of a friend.
God, Ben’s head had started pounding. He figured that he should leave the room anyway, give the horny couples some space. It hadn’t really been like that with his ex. He never felt the urge to grab and caress her like, obviously, most other blokes in the room would. That didn’t make him a virgin though, he’d get enough shit if she’d gone around telling people that after their untimely break up.
Ben stood up and pushed through the crowd, treading over the dance floor of drunken bodies, eventually making it into the basement.
It stunk, god, he couldn’t get a break. Still he jogged down the steps, coming eye to eye with… Well, someone you wouldn’t call a friend.
Harry backed away a bit, making a show to hold up the two solo cups he had clenched in his hands. “Woah-! Woah, you're gonna leave without an apology?”
The smirk Harry had plastered on his face seemed to follow Ben, taunting him. Then came the battle, he’d swerve to one side and Harry would follow suit. Ben didn’t find this funny but Harry’s smile never flattened.
He’d been giving Ben shit since he’d accidentally knocked one of Harry’s teeth out, opening one of the toilet stall doors too quickly. All things considered he shouldn’t have been loitering in the toilets.
‘Are you a fucking girl? Why do you need to wait for your friends to piss?’ Ben had retorted - and it turned a full on punch on. It was the first time he’d let his anger get the best of him since the whole Charlie thing.
Ben had a bad personality, but so did Harry, that’s probably why they clashed so much.
“Why do you have to do this? Don’t you have someone waitin’ for that second drink?” Ben slid by Harry’s side and started darting up the stairs, not even waiting for a response.
Harry was faster than him though, of course, because of the stupid fucking rugby. Broad shoulders, all that shit. He ran up to Ben’s side before he even finished going up the staircase. “Nah, I actually got this one for you, fag.” And the drink was in Ben’s hand, quick as that.
They’d somehow met up in the kitchen again, after about an hour or so pacing around different rooms in search of Immy, though this time Harry had found someone… Someone new. His position was really unfortunate, he was also directly across the bar from Harry and no matter how much he tried to avoid any conflict, Ben could feel those lingering eyes on him. It always happened when they drank, maybe Harry did it unconsciously and maybe Ben would rather think of it that way too. All he wanted to do was forget about how that look in Harry’s eyes made him feel like he was on fire and so, so sensitive.
But when Ben finally decided to meet Harry’s eyesight, Harry noticed and slid in closer to the bird, wrapping his arm around her torso. Ben decided to hide behind his drink, only his eyes peeking up from the top of the cup.
Imogen grabbed his arm tight, eyes wide as she spoke. “I really don’t feel well Benny..” Well, that sure snapped him out of his trance.
He perked up, sliding his drink onto the table, guiding her to some sort of bathroom, if not a pot or a pan.
As luck would have it, he found a bathroom at the end of a hallway, across from an empty bedroom. Ben hoped to take her in after she’d let it all out and just look after her for the night. His one boundary was to stay outside the toilet though, Ben had never liked vomit nor looking after drunkards.
Ten minutes had passed, his back still up against the bathroom door, when he spotted Harry and the brunette from earlier coming down the hall. Ben pushed himself up from the door, he knew what room they were planning on going into and that was not happening. Especially after hearing about how long Harry apparently lasted in bed, he was not gonna wait around for an hour with Imogen, just for her to pass out in the bath before Harry could cu-
Don’t fucking think of that. Bleh, disgusting, what a wanker..
“Nope, not happening. Find another bedroom, Immy needs that room.” Ben kept his eyes on Harry, he wanted to make sure he knew that was directed towards him. The girl was probably already having a bad enough night to accept to go into an empty room with Harry.
Ben lost his train of thought as Harry grabbed a fistful of the collar of his shirt. He could smell cask of beer Harry had consumed through the night, even if he couldn’t smell it he’d be able to tell just from the wobble in Harry’s walk. “You planning on fuckin’ her too? You know she’ll fuck anything that walks, you’re not special.”
What was Harry’s fucking problem, they were all meant to be friends. Ben guessed that Imogen has rejected him recently and that’s why he’d been such a posh dick all night.
“Well I guess you lost your slut of the night too huh?” Harry whipped his head around, the chick who was just there moments ago, had vanished back into the party.
Harry turned his face back around to face Ben, his grip only becoming tighter. He paused for a second, stuck in thought. Harry brought his face impossibly closer, to the point where their lips were almost grazing each other. It felt hot, eyes locked while the only thing they could hear clearly was the sound of their own breath. “Are you gonna replace ‘er, Benny?” Ben knew that this was an invitation, he had been woo’ed like all the other girls but this felt special.
Harry finally let go of Ben, checking the hallway as he pushed the bedroom door ajar. He stepped inside and Ben followed suite, like his body had a mind of its own. He knew what he wanted now, he was starting to understand what that… hungry look on Harry meant.
Harry stepped forward from the dimly lit bed, tugging Ben’s hair to test the waters. Ben let out a surprisingly loud moan, which only led to Harry tugging at him more. He was starting to feel the blood rushing to his trousers, this was more excited than he had ever gotten with his ex..
And feeling Harrys erection on his leg certainly wasn’t helping him calm down.
He had enough of faking, pretending that acts like this didn’t make him shiver with delight.
Ben dropped to his knees, kissing Harry through his pants.
“Fuck, hurry the fuck up.” Harry unzipped his trousers, hissing as his cock bounced out into the cold air. He tugged at Ben’s hair again, signalling for him to suck.
“I haven’t done this before.” Ben had paused in front of Harry’s cock, an uncertain feeling rushing over him.
Harry chuckled at Ben, raising an eyebrow. “And you think I have?” His fingers begun tracing Ben’s lips, but all Ben could think about was how the pink tips of Harry’s fingers matched the pink tip of his cock.
Ben opened his mouth, shoving it down his throat. Harry groaned, tilting his head back in pure ecstasy. That reaction just made Ben try even harder to please him, it was hot seeing Harry fall apart, in a way that he never expected he would see. I mean, there were plenty of fights that he’d seen Harry get into, and fuck, now thinking back he looked amazing all bloodied up after.
It felt so fucking hot. Ben was enjoying this, probably a bit too much. He was squirming on his knees, pawing at his own erection. Hey, he wasn’t gonna let Harry have all the fun.
Ben swallowed around his cock and Harry let out one last moan, releasing down Ben’s throat. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and began pulling up his pants, without a word.
Harry noticed Ben still sitting on the ground and offered a hand out to lift him. Which was more than Ben had expected from him, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he had pushed him away and ran out the room instead.
“Don’t- Don’t tell anybody.. Yeah?” Harry lifted Ben up, wiping his hands on his jeans. He seemed much more antsy now. Wow, he was just as scared as Ben was with Charlie.
Ben nodded, patting Harry’s shoulder. “Yeah, I get it. I mean.. I was the one with your cock in my mouth.”
Harry smiles, much more lightly now. It seemed genuine, but you never know with Harry. Harry left the room first, while Ben got himself together a bit more.
He finally pushed the door open, and found an utterly shocked Imogen standing in front.
“Was that fucking Harry?”