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Spring was coming with its warmer temperatures, the scent of flowers blooming and heavy sweatshirts getting replaced by nerdy shirts. Warm sunlight rays entered the room as the buttons of an old pad could be heard, mixed with tense music from an old 3D platformer game Benrey was focused on.
Gordon was lying on his side, watching the gameplay and nonchalantly sharing some comments at times.
Three months had passed since they got much closer than they’d ever thought possible and, in the end, not much had changed. They still hung out with the others and Gordon still came to Benrey’s place most weekends.
Or whenever he could or felt like it, which just happened to be more frequently, for their mutual unspoken pleasure. Except for the closeness and various kinds of physical contact they now shared, they stayed on this status quo, not officializing anything, as this situation was really nice already. They enjoyed the other’s presence whenever they could, but other than that, their daily lives hadn’t changed much at all.
And it was great. They didn't need to, for this was enough for them.
Both were immersed by the game, yet it still surprised Gordon to suddenly hear Benrey speak out of the blue.
“Hey, when do you bring us something you’ve cooked?” He asked without looking at Gordon, yet slightly nudging him with his arm where he was resting, assuring he got his attention.
Gordon lifted an eyebrow. “Cooking for five people is still too much for me, you know. But we could go to a restaurant one day, for a change.”
“With everyone? Or we could do that, like, just the two of us, maybe,” Benrey replied, his voice as steady as he could. Asking to do things together without joking around still felt like a challenge to him, but he did his best to get better at it. He’s been thinking about this for a while now.
“Will I get to see you in your supposedly fancy “Hitman suit” you told me once about?” He remembered the date idea Benrey jokingly brought one day and the image he had of him in a suit. The curiosity hadn’t left his mind since.
"Well, if you ask nicely then maybe, yeah,” Benrey answered with a grin, head tilted to glance at his companion.
Scoffing, Gordon readjusted himself better against his host and smiled. “I’ll think about it.” He really liked the idea, so potential places were already coming to his mind.
The comfortable silence between them returned, except for the game’s audio playing back in the background. They didn’t speak of meals again that day; however both kept that plan in a corner of their minds.
The next day, Gordon texted Benrey as usual.
“Hey, I was wondering, do you have any allergies? I have no idea, as I’ve always seen you eat the same garbage, so I don’t know how you’d react to new stuff."
“Uuuuhh idk? Don’t think so, no? Maybe? I have no idea but I’m sure it’s fine, why’s that?” Benrey answered a few seconds later, his phone possibly in his hands already. He was always quick to reply when it was from Gordon.
“Just going through some restaurant ideas. I wouldn’t want to bring you somewhere to eat where you’d end up sick. That’d kinda ruin the date vibe. Any preference for the time?”
“Oh cool, yeah don’t worry, I'm good. And same for the date, up to you, like, whenever. Got any idea?”
“I started to get some, yeah. How about some French cuisine?” He already had a bunch and got even more yesterday. And among all the choices, there’d been one place his mind kept going back to, a French restaurant he’d seen a few times by car not too far away, which seemed pretty nice.
"Ooh, fancy, ‘aight sure, why not.” Benrey started gleaming at his phone, delighted that it was finally happening.
“Speaking of fancy… Care to get suited up for this?” Why did Gordon feel nervous about asking that question? The anticipation, maybe? By now he thought the nervousness about Benrey would be over, but apparently not yet.
“And what will you wear? I’ve never seen you in fancy stuff either, don’t even know if you have any”
“Hey, I'll let you know that I do have some nice clothes too! You'll see. I guess we’ll both have a surprise for the other, then, if you’re up to it.”
It had been years since he’d put them on though, so he hoped they'd still suit him. The comforting life he was living since the end of Black Mesa might have changed his shape a bit, but he didn’t complain. He preferred being that way, with more sleep and better meals.
“Niiiice, can’t wait to see fancy feetman <3,” Benrey replied immediately, his mind racing at the thought.
“I’ll let you know when it’s set, then.”
Gordon ended up booking a table for 2 for the upcoming week at the French restaurant he had in mind.
As soon as the reservation was made, excitement was now a part of him. It was only a restaurant! But also a date, not playing games for once! With Benrey in a suit! Heat rose up to his face again, heart bumping in his chest.
Okay, breathe, it’s gonna be fine, he thought to himself. I’m sure he’s not gonna fuck it up, he knows how to behave outside when he wants to.
Normally.
At the appointed date after finishing his work, Gordon arrived around 7pm at Benrey’s place to pick him up, so they could go to the restaurant together.
He still felt a bit nervous about how it was going to be—the meal, and Benrey’s attitude—and also to have a new “official” date after so much time since his last one. Because of that, he allowed himself a piece of candy like he used to, in order to calm his nerves a little before leaving his place. His addiction to sugar considerably reduced, alongside the psychiatrist sessions which were going really well, but he still felt a slight need at times like that. Nonetheless, his sweets consumption lowered nicely.
He dressed properly, but not too formally. He recovered a dark pair of fitted jeans, a clean and almost new pair of black shoes he rarely wore—they didn’t go well with the lab coat after all—alongside a shirt adorned with light cufflinks and a waistcoat vest matching his jeans. His hair was tidy and well-kept, with his usual ponytail and nicely trimmed beard.
Without his scars underneath it all, no one could ever suspect what he used to do or what he went through. He seemed like a regular yet pretty classy guy, all prepped up and ready for a meeting with someone close or his boss for a potential pay raise.
When Benrey opened the door, Gordon froze in place as soon as his eyes fell upon him. Benrey was, as expected, not wearing his usual clothes. However, the huge difference really took Gordon aback.
Benrey was wearing a dark blue single-breasted suit with notched lapels, a dark waistcoat underneath with a light grey shirt, and straight pants the same color as the blazer, along with well-polished black shoes. His hair was nicely pulled back, except for a few strands around his face, and despite his “human skin” as he called it at times, he still kept his natural, intimidating yellow eyes. Although despite his effort to keep his back straight, he was still slightly slouched as usual.
Gordon noticed his staring and hitched breath when Benrey smiled at him expectantly. Of course, he also kept the pointy teeth.
Suddenly, he felt underdressed and insignificant, as if, there he was, in front of said boss for the interview. A boss who left him speechless, hot and bothered, for whom he wouldn’t mind going under the desk—
“Whoah. Hey. Where, uh, where the hell have you found this whole attire?” He managed to say, trying to regain his composure.
“Paid DLC.”
Of course. Despite the appearances, it was still him. Gordon snickered at the joke, easing up at the situation.
“Anyway, you weren’t kidding about the Hitman costume, that really is a nice outfit. It suits you well.”
“I know, right? I won’t cosplay as Agent 47 though, I wanna keep my hair the way it is, but it’s fun.”
“Yeah, please don’t go bald for a cosplay,” Gordon laughed. He pretty much liked his hair like that too. “Well, shall we go?”
“Sure,” nodded Benrey at his side.
They went to Gordon’s car and the ride was quiet, accompanied by some music Gordon put on.
For once, Benrey wasn't being very talkative though. As much fun as he had putting the outfit on for the joke, he never expected to see Gordon so nicely suited up. He now felt ridiculously dressed beside him and stressed, having his very first official date with his favorite human, being weirdly disguised, even for fun. Was this suit not enough? Or too much? Nonetheless, in his eyes, Gordon would steal all the spotlights. A brief wave of possessiveness came through him, but he quickly discarded the thought.
He really wanted to enjoy the evening.
Gordon parked his car and, as soon as they got out, he heard a gasp at his side.
“Yeah, I know it looks a bit fancy, but apparently it’s alright inside, hence the curiosity.”
Benrey hummed, eyes big and full of wonders like a child discovering a new playground, analyzing everything around them as they entered.
An elegant hostess greeted them at the entrance, holding a tablet in her hands. She immediately looked at the pair, impressed by the looks of them.
Mmh, they’re surely here for a business dinner, seeing how refined they look, she thought.
She slightly felt intimidated by Benrey’s aura too, especially his eyes, darting everywhere.
“Good evening sirs, do you have a reservation for tonight?”
“Hi, yes, a table for two please; the name's Freeman.”
“Reservation for Feetman and meeee,” Benrey whispered under his breath with a smirk.
“Dude,” Gordon muttered, nudging his side with his elbow.
The lady stared a second at them, then tried to hide the start of a grin by checking her reservations notes. Stay professional. Okay, feeling less intimidated now.
“Let me see… Indeed, a table for you and your associate at table 47.” She tapped the screen briefly and put it aside.
Benrey chuckled at the number, then glanced at Gordon with an innocent look. “Is bed associates a thing?”
Alright, definitely not a business dinner, she thought, now incapable of hiding her smile, squeezing her lips the best she could not to laugh and lose her composure.
The awkward silence felt rough for a heavy second, at least for Gordon, who facepalmed with a groan. “Please don’t mind him.” Benrey, at his side, chuckled while gently petting his back.
“No worries, this way please,” she politely answered with a soft smile and started to guide them through the place. A cute and chaotic couple it is, then.
The diner was indeed fancy enough but not too much, with quite some charm to it.
The lights weren’t too bright, gentle background music was playing in the background, barely covering the soft discussions here and there along with the sounds of cutlery. Multiple motifs adorned the walls when they weren't covered with thick, dark velvet curtains, giving a comfy vibe to the place, with a few old paintings on the walls here and there.
A fireplace was lit up in the far end of the room, perfuming the space with a soft smell of burnt wood. Silverware and red candles were on every table, and every dish they saw on the way looked beautiful and delicious.
The hostess placed them at a round table for two, in a secluded spot in one of the rooms. She retrieved the “Reserved” plate from the table, gave them the menu and served them some water alongside a basket of crusty bread slices before leaving them to browse the list peacefully.
Once finally alone, Gordon sighed with a smile.
“I thought you knew how to behave outside with strangers?”
“I do, but it’s fun. And who cares, she won't remember us. We're just random clients, I'm sure she heard or saw worse,” Benrey replied, a shrug visible behind the opened menu he was holding.
“That's—well, I guess you’re right, but it’s still not an excuse to bother her! At least it looked like she had a good laugh at it… Anyway, let's pick something.”
Looking at every page, Benrey regularly asked Gordon what were some of the foods available. After a while, they settled on different entrées, main course and desserts for each of them to share and taste what seemed tasty to both, alongside a bottle of red wine from a castle Benrey never heard of before. The lady came back a few seconds later to take notes, brought them some appetizers and left.
Benrey seemed uncomfortable, motionless with his chin on his hand, yet his eyes darted everywhere.
Gordon was suddenly worried it might have been too much to ask of him, getting in such a new kind of place.
“Hey, you’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just uh… It’s so new to me, this whole kind of vibe, and with those outfits too. I know I joked about mine, but it still feels sort of a disguise, I guess. Not the one I’m used to, at least. I really dig yours though, by the way. I liked the lab coat and the nerdy look it gave you, and the HEV suit was, uh, quite something too in comparison. And the chill vibe at home I get to see nowadays is really great, but this… Feels like a really short-time event and damn if I’m not gonna enjoy every fucking minute of it.”
Gordon muttered a “Thank you” under his breath, hiding a portion of his face with his hand. Reacting to sudden compliments was still something he had to learn. “You know, suits definitely are a sort of disguise for many people too, so you’re not wrong there. I wouldn’t wear this everyday either, so don’t worry. Let’s just have fun and enjoy the meal, it’s gonna be okay. I hope you’re hungry?”
“Yeah, and not just for food too,” he finished, devouring Gordon with his eyes.
Gordon choked a laugh, fortunately a waiter arrived with the starters on beautiful silver plates to change the topic.
As they started to eat and share some of their food, Benrey finally relaxed and got comfortable enough to talk about games again.
"That reminds me, there's this one shooter I’ve heard good things about, but it’s apparently only on VR. I really should get a setup one day, even though I already have so many beautiful discs I’ve yet to play. Still, I wonder how it feels. It supposedly has, like, awesome physics and stuff.”
“Oh, you wanna… come over to try it at my place?”
Mouth agape, Benrey froze, letting his food fall from his fork. After all this time, he’d never been to Gordon’s place yet but dreamt of it multiple times already.
“You got a headset? And never told me?!”
“Well yeah, I played a few games on it, some shooters too, but I thought you mostly cared about old games. I can look for the game you’re speaking of, if you want.”
“Absolutely, yeah!” Answered Benrey with a huge, toothy smile and golden eyes filled with joy.
Making this godly and nerdy entity warmly smile this way was still such an odd yet prideful accomplishment for Gordon, which kept in turn giving him warm fuzzy feelings. At that, an idea sprouted into Gordon’s mind.
“I’ll let you know when, then. Sometime next week?”
“Sure!”
They resumed eating and talking about their plans. Eventually, the main course arrived and both couldn’t help a gasp escaping from their lips as they got served, seeing how beautifully put each of the ingredients were. Once they managed to separate half of the dishes without destroying too much of their presentation, they shared their parts and savored every flavor.
Yeah, this was a really nice pick, Gordon thought proudly. He wondered how hard it would be to replicate some of those meals one day.
Plates almost empty, Benrey licked the sauce from his until it was clean, to the horrified look from an old posh man a few tables away. Who gives a shit, at least it proved he truly enjoyed the taste, Gordon thought with an amused smile.
After checking that he no longer had any drop of gravy available, Benrey put the plate down and sighed, delighted.
“Hey, ‘s real nice, thanks for the invitation. It’s really good, very different from pizzas and stuff. And I like the mood with the fire, candles and everything, even though it makes me wonder how well these curtains would burn. We could try that whole meal thing at my place one day, like the whole course with dessert and all. Or yours, maybe, I'm still looking forward to your own homemade food, one day.”
“I know, I still wouldn’t be able to cook for the whole team yet, but I could definitely do something for two, yeah,” smiled Gordon. Perfect timing, as he was already thinking about it since their VR conversation.
“Ooouh, do I get special treatment?”
“Well, kind of, I suppose, yeah,” he answered with a laugh.
It actually was.
They kept chatting and enjoying the wine until the dessert arrived, and Benrey immediately dug into it as soon as the waiter had their back turned. In a few quick bites, the dessert no longer existed. Fortunately, he still had his spoon and a tiny fork to pick a taste of Gordon’s, who barely had started it.
“Dude, let me finish mine,” laughed Gordon, shoving Benrey’s hands away playfully, who managed to steal one slice, letting Gordon finish peacefully.
“About earlier,” Gordon started as he understood the theft was over, “I really like your suit too, especially since I'm so used to seeing you in your sweatshirts now. It suits you well. The time when you used to be in a guard outfit seems so far away now,” he finished with a chuckle, taking another spoon.
"Oh, so you like the suit too? Wanna fuck me in it?” Benrey blurted out nonchalantly, eyebrows arched above his bright eyes, reflecting the candle’s flame.
Not that the wine got to him, but it may have helped him feel more comfortable during the evening and reduce his nervousness altogether. That, and having his eyes on his darling human all night.
Gordon almost choked on his mouthful, alerting people nearby for a few seconds, until they turned back their heads again.
“I—dude, wh—you can’t say that here nor like that!” He still hadn't got the hang of his bluntness sometimes. Nonetheless, he still checked that there weren't any prying ears before answering, not without having cleared his throat a few times prior. “I uh, maybe wouldn't say no, but holy shit dude, not here, not now, what—”
The only answer he received was a toothy grin and the sudden tip of a shoe on his ankle, lifting the hem of his trousers, making him slightly jump at the sudden sensation.
“Jesus, I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” Gordon laughed, looking at his last bite, his head suddenly feeling much warmer, and not from the wine. Hopefully nobody heard them.
They’ve switched a few times already, and both enjoyed the change of dynamic after all so that offer wasn’t out of nowhere, but still. Not the kind of proposal you usually get in a restaurant.
As for now, he mostly tried to concentrate on finishing his dessert without choking on it again, as the shiny shoe gently stroked his calf again under the table.
“We'll see later, right now let's focus on finishing the evening without having wandering ears hearing your bullshit, alright?”
Fortunately that didn’t seem to be the case, and the last piece of sweetness finally disappeared. They talked a bit until they felt ready to leave, despite the playful feet at Gordon’s leg disrupting his thoughts on many occasions.
The intensity of Benrey’s gaze and touches, alongside the warmth of the place, started to get to Gordon, who waved at the waitress from earlier for payment.
He needed to get fresh air.
“How was the meal?” She asked with a warm smile. Oh, their plates are as shiny as possible, someone has a sweet tooth. She felt the corners of her smile wavering. The temptation to smirk at that behavior was intense, amused to see grown men letting themselves go at this childish pleasure, not knowing it was only Benrey’s doing. Fortunately, her professionalism was stronger, keeping her posture straight.
“Wonderful, thank you very much.”
“Compliments to the cHEF,” Benrey screeched for fun, out of habit, as if his shitty mic for co-op plays was already back in front of him.
For the second time of the evening, the waitress witnessed Gordon grumbling while facepalming. Professionalism flew out of the window.
Chuckling as little as she could—which proved to be quite difficult at that point—she managed to say in an amused voice, “Thank you very much, I’ll let them know the compliments. We appreciate your feedback and visit.”
Gordon paid the bill, his cheeks flushed red, and nodded his head one last time at the lady while dragging a laughing Benrey from his sleeve to his car.
“God, you’re insufferable,” Gordon laughed, putting on his seatbelt. As expected, the outside air helped to clear his mind a little. Who knew his calves were sensitive! Or that seductive touches in public could break his thoughts that easily.
"Haha, I know, but hey, it was fun. I think the waitress liked us. And it made you laugh too, so I’m glad. T’was worth it.”
“Yeah, you sure did… Anyway, let’s get you home.” Gordon knew Benrey could teleport, but they both enjoyed the rides together. It was more time spent between them, during a quiet moment in the night, as they peacefully digested with soft music playing on the radio once again.
Finally in front of Benrey's door, Gordon felt a hand on his arm.
“Soooo, wanna come in? Maybe drink something else, or do you wanna get back to your place now?” he asked, soft eyes looking at Gordon under his well-kept strands of hair. The evening was lovely already, yet if he could have him a bit longer for himself, he'd gladly take that chance. Besides, a part of his mind was still racing from his random earlier suggestion, so why not take that specific chance and see how much he could push his luck.
“Alright, just for a drink, then I'll come back home,” Gordon answered with a warm yet defeated smile. I’m getting too soft, he thought.
As soon as he closed the door, Benrey struck a pose against the nearby wall, staring at him with mischievous eyes.
“So, wanna drink something for real? Or maybe something else to end the evening?”
“What are you—”
“I dunno, just asking,” he shrugged, making slow movements with his hands on his swaying hips, showing off his form and outfit.
Gordon scoffed, leaning with his arms crossed on the side wall, his attention fully on the performance in front of him.
“Are you trying to seduce me with that suit of yours?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yet his eyes were still fixed on Gordon with his usual playful smile, making up some dance moves on the go.
Gordon chuckled at the display. Last time he saw him dancing like that was in a much worse context, place and situation. Now was a way better moment to watch, especially with that outfit on. Despite the randomness of the situation, he couldn’t help remembering the touches from earlier and the proposition, warmth returning to his face and starting to make its way to his groin as well.
They silently shared a look as Benrey kept dancing to imaginary music, tempting Gordon with amusement. Anything could be a game to him, but this one might be one of his favorite kind.
After a few seconds of mutual leering, Gordon scoffed once more and left the wall to get closer to Benrey, not breaking eye contact a single second.
Okay, let’s have some fun.
“Alright, I get it. You want me to congratulate you?” He closed the distance between them, pushing Benrey against the wall from his presence without touching him. “Want me to say how this outfit highlights your ass so well? How it played in my mind during the whole meal, especially after what you did under the table?” Getting closer still, finally unfolding his arms to put his hands on Benrey’s, he brought his leg between his, feeling the growing hardness of Benrey’s member against his thigh. A sigh escaped their lips, eyes still locked onto each other. “How, despite driving me mad with your insanity, you still manage to make me laugh and want you? How your stupid moves get to me?”
At this point, Gordon pinned Benrey’s hands on the wall at his sides, getting closer until his body was entirely against him. “You ridiculed me in front of the waitress and yet, here I fucking am, almost wondering why I can’t get pissed at you anymore. How you keep getting to me like that is just fucking ridiculous,” he muttered, putting his forehead against Benrey’s hair, feeling their hardness throbbing against each other despite the cloth barrier.
“Heh, yep, that’s what I’m here for,” Benrey smirked, grinding his crotch against Gordon’s and sighing at the moan breathed into his ear.
“God dammit Benrey,” Gordon gritted through his teeth, grabbing his Benrey arms tighter.
“So, what were the ideas you got while we were eating? Got any suggestions I could try? Maybe help you out a little to start things off?”
“You know what? Sure. I think you’ll look great on your knees like that,” he said, letting Benrey’s arms go to put his own hands against the wall, trapping him in the best kind of trap possible.
“Yessir,” uttered Benrey, almost giddily if he weren't so horny, clouding his mind a little.
He let his hands wander on Gordon’s suit, enjoying the sight, and slowly got down on his knees. Their eyes were still locked onto each other, sharing a hot and hungry gaze.
Removing the belt was almost difficult without looking because of how hard Gordon was getting underneath, but he quickly enough let his dick out, already swollen hard and leaking a bit from the ongoing teasing and sights.
“Hey there~” chanted Benrey before kissing the tip and, without a warning, immediately gulped down the shaft until his nose crashed into Gordon’s pubes, who cried out at the sudden and overwhelming sensation, gripping the back of his lover’s head, hands trembling.
“Fuck—that's… nngh, how you wanna play it out tonight, huh?” Gordon said, struggling to speak properly through the intense pleasure.
Stabilizing his balance with a hand on the wall and the other behind Benrey’s head, making his earlier well-kept haircut unrecognizable, his hips started thrusting into Benrey’s greedy mouth.
A melody of grunts, moans, wet slurping and eager sighs started to play in the room. Benrey loved being used that way by Gordon, letting him do whatever he pleased and, in return, getting to see and hear him so hot and bothered, only for him. What a gift it was.
As for Gordon, he was grateful for Benrey’s trust and passion of many kinds, and was now fond of their moments together, besides his ever-growing feelings towards the alien. He loved every kind of activity they shared, and this one was pretty fun too.
He almost salivated at the sight beneath him as Benrey’s own saliva drooled on his chin, dripping on his open suit and pants. Which could get even messier, Gordon thought as he moved a foot against Benrey’s thigh, then to his crotch. Here’s a little revenge for earlier. The muffled moan vibrating around his cock felt like an approval, so he gently pressed his foot against the trapped boner.
“Just enjoy it. Don’t come yet,” Gordon panted, grabbing his hair. A hand gripped his hips in response, alongside a deep groan barely audible, muted by the ongoing sucking.
That was cheating, and he fucking knew it. Benrey tightened his grip to keep his awareness and not lose his mind in the sensations. Easier said than done, as he couldn’t help the slight grinding of his hips to accentuate the pressure against his dick. Obeying Gordon was a fun game, but not an easy one. He wouldn’t let himself lose again though. He wanted to make him proud.
That said, however, Gordon wouldn’t last long either with this hot mess at his feet and around his cock. Toying with Benrey became almost a hobby, a part of him paying back from the shit he received from him before, yet it was getting much harder to not lose himself to it at times.
But fuck, how hot and depraved he looked in that outfit with his hair absolutely disheveled and a deep, wet stain on his crotch already. Hand lost in messy hair, Gordon gently patted Benrey’s head to signify a pause, until he had to tug at the hair to make him stop sucking him. A long bubbly trail of saliva connected his cock to Benrey’s long tongue and quickly fell down his already ruined pants.
“Alright, as much as I love seeing you like this, I think it’s time I give your earlier proposal a go… C’mon, get up.” With Gordon’s help, Benrey clumsily returned to Gordon’s height with a satisfied and glistening smile. He looked so well-fucked already, but Gordon wasn’t done yet.
“You should wear that more often, like, maybe I could help you out more, if need be.”
“Well, gladly if the occasion arrives, but another time. Right now, turn yourself for me—yeah, just like that.”
Benrey faced the wall, hands pressed against it and ass bent against Gordon’s throbbing cock, glistening with Benrey’s saliva.
“Wait, I know you surely dehydrated yourself on my dick and are maybe a bit in a rush, but I’m not doing it dry—”
In the blink of an eye, Benrey disappeared and, in another immediate blink, came back to his initial position, lube in hand.
“Yeah, okay, that works too, thanks,” chuckled Gordon. Using his teleportation powers for that was definitely something, but who was he to complain or judge?
Now back in place, Gordon wandered his hands on Benrey’s back, chest, over and under the shirt, his waist and belt. He handily removed the buckle and returned to his lower back, lowering only his pants and underwear under his ass, leaving his painfully hard cock still clothed, pulling the clothes even more on the sides. Now, time to retrieve that lube he brought.
“Gonna be honest, I’m so pent up right now that you could go dry, I don’t give a fuck, but I understand you’d want your commfff—”
His sentence finished into a breathless exhale, moaning incomprehensible words, as Gordon cut him off by entering two slippery fingers into his hole and immediately hit his sweet spot.
“You were saying? And don’t forget, you better wait for me.”
Fist clenched against the wall, Benrey said nothing more, other than whining from the cocktail of pleasure and pain from restraining himself not to come on the spot.
“Good,” Gordon whispered in his ear as he kept massaging his inner walls and prostate, quickly adding a third finger. His attention was focused on his doing, yet he couldn’t help panting a little, getting over-excited from Benery’s whimpers. His own cock was starting to hurt from the wait as well, trying its best to bring Gordon’s attention to it and to be taken care of. Time to wipe his lubricated fingers on it and start the last part of the evening.
Benrey’s legs started to shiver from the effort. Gordon pushed his whole body against the wall, pulled apart his legs a little and slid his cock into Benrey’s hole in a swift motion and immediately thrusted his hips into Benrey’s without letting him catch his breath, getting his cry stuck in his throat.
After the brief vocal intermission to prepare earlier, the previous melody evolved into an obscene concert for two. Sighs weren’t muffled anymore as pleasured moans accompanied the sound of wet back and forth, and groin slapping against ass cheeks.
Gordon was slamming his cock repeatedly into Benrey, pressing his whole body against the wall, from his dick rubbing against it to his face, cheek flushed against the pale wall from a hand pressing his head while the other was gripping his hips.
From there, Benrey could barely side-eye Gordon, as it was pretty difficult to keep a proper look with the rhythmic thrusts behind him. But after all, why complicate things? He blinked, lost in the sensations for a second, and used his powers to add a few more eyes on him here and there to steal a look at how indecent Gordon looked. And as expected, he did look absolutely obscene. His ponytail was a mess, his front hair wrecked by beads of sweat on his forehead, his face flushed and panting, focused on the important task of ramming him, with his suit crumpled everywhere. If that look could become his mental wallpaper, it would immediately go for the choice of the year, no hesitation.
This incredibly hot view added another wave of pleasure to his very core as his main eyes started rolling back, his knuckles getting white from clenching his hands too hard and the grunts from his efforts to not cum intensified. He knew how leaky his dick already was, feeling the wall damp from his precum soaking his boxer and pants for a while now.
His hold on Gordon’s cock strengthened, and he felt the pressure on his waist waver.
“Fuck—okay, now you can—”
Gordon didn’t have the time to finish his sentence as he felt the muscles tightening around his cock in waves, the whole body in front of him shivering as Benrey came, screaming Gordon’s name, hips quivering. In turn, like a beautiful fireworks’ finale, Gordon buried himself deep inside Benrey and let his climax fill him until his hips slowed down, his sleek member slowly reappearing, covered with his overflowing cum.
Benrey was still trembling, feeling his own come oozing down his legs and wall as a noticeable amount spewed through his clothes.
A moment of calm followed, only for ragged, hot breaths filling the room as they slumped on the floor. A few minutes passed, chest heaving slowly with arms intertwined softly.
“You… you did well…” Gordon panted, hugging Benrey. “Fuck, I’m sorry about your wall, we need to clean that—Oh god, your suit. I hope it goes away in the wash, I kinda ruined it.” He scoffed, seeing the sweat, cum and traces of lube spread across both Benrey’s pants and shirt. Actually, his own weren’t any better either.
"Nah, it has a fun souvenir now, it’s cool.”
“Dude! C’mon, shut up and let’s get all of this, and ourselves, clean, we deserve that.”
In the end, he stayed the night for well-earned cuddles and left in the morning, his messed up suit in a bag, wearing Benrey’s baggy clothes.
Even if for a few days, it gave Gordon a bonus souvenir to bring back home.
A week later, among their other topics, Gordon asked Benrey if he was available for the upcoming Thursday. He took the time to check: his headset was now up-to-date with the latest updates, recharged and ready to go with that game Benrey was talking about at the restaurant. With no surprise, he quickly received a positive and excited answer.
So he prepared for it the best he could: he tidied up the house, planned a whole menu—not too simple but not too complex either—and bought the needed ingredients.
He still felt a bit stressed over getting Benrey over, but after seeing each other for so long it shouldn't be an issue, he trusted him not to break anything.
Hopefully.
The bell rang, resonating in the whole house, making its sole occupant jump. 11a.m., right on time. Did he look at the time and teleport as soon as the hour changed? He was surely super excited to play. As a matter of fact, it was both, and to see Gordon, obviously. That kind of detail remained behind his lips though, no need to share it, Benrey thought. After all this time, this particular excitement hadn't faltered in the slightest; on the contrary, but he still didn’t want to overwhelm his lover with this kind of sentiment.
He felt like Gordon knew already, anyway.
Upon entering, Benrey immediately saw the bowl of candies slowly taking dust at the entrance, making him smile. He definitely noticed how Gordon brought fewer sweets with him whenever they saw each other or the rest of the Team. He did seem much less anxious nowadays. Benrey was really glad for him, and proud of him too.
Upon inspecting everything, he also gushed over the space, the decorations, the toys left over from Joshy and the drawings on the fridge.
"Yoooo, did Lil Gamer do that?” He asked excitedly with a big toothy smile. He really liked the kid. “That’s super cool, next time I'll ask him for one too, for my own fridge!”
“Yeah, that’d change from the nerdy magnets.”
“Got something against them?”
“Why would I? Need I remind you a bunch of them are from me?” Gordon looked at his guest with amusement. Their fridge would look much more alike with his son’s drawings on his. The thought warmed his heart, which Benrey must've sensed, his smug smile turning into a soft and loving one.
“Anyway c’mere. So here’s the living room, the headset with its controllers, and… there, got your game! But you can try out the others I have, if you want.” He held out the headset to Benrey, who was now looking at Gordon like he just gave him an obscure lost media he’d been searching all his life. What a dork.
“Let me know if you need any help with the setup. I’ll quickly show you the basics and then I’ll leave you to it. I’ll mostly be on the couch right here if needed.”
“Thank you, Sweetman!” He said, eyes bright and excited. Gordon noticed that, by now, he even found this silly habit of his pretty endearing. Love really could make you accept so many things.
Benrey looked closely at his host showing him the ropes, then hopped on to it as soon as possible. Gordon then sat on the nearby couch, keeping safe distance just in case, and watched him get into his much-awaited game. With no surprise, Benrey immediately got the hang of it, as if it were second nature to him. He really did have a talent for games, whatever the form and type.
The only thing that caused Gordon fleeting anxiety was how close he occasionally got to walls and furniture, still not aware enough of his surroundings, despite how much Gordon cleaned up the place and pushed everything around. Fortunately, he always managed to find his centered spot again every time.
After a small hour, Benrey didn’t seem tired in the slightest. On the contrary, he felt even more aware and motivated. Gordon took that opportunity to silently slide into the kitchen nearby, which wasn’t too far, as it was an open kitchen anyway. This way, he could easily keep an eye out just in case to see how his favorite gamer was doing.
As quietly as possible, he started to prepare his surprise lunch, which he prepared a few steps ahead already. Knowing his kitchen like the back of his hand, he knew he’d be able to prepare everything swiftly and neatly, without missing a moment of quality gaming content.
A few minutes later though, Benrey suddenly froze, as if looking for something around him.
“You still here?” He asked, nose tilted towards the empty sofa.
Did he feel his absence? Or used his alien eyes to check up on Gordon? He almost felt guilty leaving his side without telling him—hey, now, that was his own house; he shouldn't feel that way; besides, he was only a few meters away.
“Yeah, of course! I just got up to do something on the side quickly, but don’t worry; I still have my eyes on you.”
Benrey hummed and returned to the game, completely absorbed by it again after a few seconds, oblivious of what was literally cooking nearby.
But the actual cooking couldn't help bringing an obvious hint. Despite not hearing the various utensils and cutting sounds, Benrey came to a stop when a sweet smell floated to his nostrils and started fidgeting. “Mmh? What—Are you—”
“You’ll know more when you’ll have reached a checkpoint, but take your time!”
Immediately, his curiosity got piqued so he saved the game as quickly as possible, quit it and almost knocked the headset over as he rushed to remove it from his face. He could've checked with his other alien eyes whenever he wanted, but the actual rush of curiosity made him forget that option. Readjusting his eyes to the bright real light for a brief moment, his pupils squeezed tight like a cat, and grew again in a flash when they fell upon Gordon setting up the table behind.
“Holy shit, Feetman cooking” he said, giddily coming to him in a straight line, jumping over the sofa.
He sat in the empty chair facing the kitchen to look at Gordon and tried to understand what was on the menu.
“Need any help?”
"Nah, I’m good, but thanks, it’ll be done in a minute.”
Benrey was mesmerized by it, his gaze locked on Gordon humming while finishing the preparations. The warm light passing through the window really set the mood for a soft and domestic atmosphere.
“And here you go for the starter: deviled egg with asparagus. The main course is gonna be “croque-monsieur”, a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with a mixed salad, and the dessert is cooling down. I hope you like apple crumble with vanilla ice cream. It’s not much, but it’s a regular and nice enough meal I like to prepare occasionally. It's been a while since the last time I did it, so I thought today would be a nice occasion.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone actually cook something for me, like exclusively me.”
“Well, I hope you’ll enjoy it,” Gordon said with a prideful little huff, sitting with his own plate in front of Benrey. “So, how’s the game so far?”
“Pretty cool, and it reminds me of an old shooter I told Tommy about. Wonder if he played it, though.” His shoulders shrugged, as he was wondering why Gordon was talking when there was this delicious plate to eat in front of them. He did his best not to eat it all in two bites.
“You could always play it for him, like how you show me your games?”
“Nah, he’s a big boy, he can play it himself if he wants to. I only share my sofa and precious games for special occasions too.”
Gordon’s fork froze in midair. He looked up, slightly confused.
“But—I've been to your place so many times now? And you’re telling me no one else from the Team got to see your collection?”
Benrey took his last bite and stared at Gordon, stating the obvious. “Yeah, because as much as I like them, you’re special enough for them, they’re not.”
“Oh.”
He should’ve seen it coming. The more deadpan Benrey talked, the more Gordon felt the weight of his words and blushed a little. Of course, he fucking is that special.
“Well, thank you for that, Benrey. I’m really glad we get to share those moments,” he said softly, getting up to change the plates and bring the main course.
As soon as Benrey got served, seeing the golden cheese and crusty bread, he tried a bite and felt his eyes widen. “Is there more?”
“Wh—finish your plate first and we’ll see, don’t forget there’s dessert too!” Gordon couldn’t help but laugh at the indirect compliment. It wasn’t much, but he loved seeing him enjoying new things and how expressive he could let himself be.
“Mh.” Benrey took another bite, more slowly, taking his time to swallow and enjoy the taste. “So you only cook for Joshua and yourself now? It's really fucking good, man.”
“Heh, thank you. Basically, yeah, the last time I prepared a meal for another adult was my ex actually, when we were still together. We stayed on good terms, but let’s say the occasion for a homemade meal doesn’t present itself anymore. Besides, it wouldn’t be the same.”
“Ooh, so it’s food made with love? Oh—”
Gordon smiled, eyes locked onto his own plate. “I suppose it is, yeah.”
Benrey chuckled, or at least attempted to, as the sound stuck in his throat and his voice got much higher than anticipated, colorful bubbles emerging from his singing mouth. Gordon recognized the shades, as he had seen multiple times by now. He’d never forget that hue he first saw when they hugged at Benrey’s place.
“Fuck yeah, that’s why it’s so delicious,” Benrey managed to say after his quick involuntary singing.
“And you’re filling your sweet voice with love too?”
“Yeah, only for one special nerd though—whom I also really like to fill with love too on occasion,” he muttered, candidly finishing his plate.
Gordon coughed once again. He was torn between melting into the sweetness of the 1st part of his answer and screaming because of the 2nd. But after all, that was also part of his charm, Gordon thought.
They moved on to the dessert—which, as expected, didn’t last long on Benrey's plate who loved the temperature diffirence of the crumble and ice cream—and finished in a comforting silence; the kind of pleasant quiet you get between two happy souls. Sometimes, a good meal and the right presence is enough.
Upon seeing Benrey licking the plate to get the last drop of barely melted ice, Gordon smiled and put the falsely cleaned plates in the dishwasher.
“Hey, Gordon? That was fucking delicious, thank you. And as good as it was, I preferred this over the restaurant.”
"Well, it was my pleasure, Benrey, and I think so too, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Will I… Get the chance of having another meal from you one day? If I'm good, maybe?”
“No “maybe”, I’d love to have you here again and cook for you, yeah. Or even bring something at your place for your next playthrough too.”
They didn’t say anything more on the matter. No need, as they both understood. Their shared love languages were enough, and sensing how mutual it was without saying it out loud warmed their hearts for the rest of the day.