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Heat rolls over Benrey's body in waves, but it's not the kind he feels when Gordon laughs at one of his jokes or Tommy smiles at him. It's the kind that makes him dizzy, makes him hug the wall and sway. It's normal. It always happens after he gets shot a lot. He just needs his body to find a direction to get the bullets out of him. He leans, bent over, hands on the wall as a pathetic whimper leaves him when he realizes it's gonna be his mouth.
He's too lost in his daze to notice Gordon's found his little hiding place- one of the dozen wrecked offices populating the facility- and that he's approached, looking worried, despite himself. He reaches out, putting a hand on Benrey's back.
“Hey, are you good-?"
As the question leaves his lips, Benrey flinches and whips around, lips peeling back to flash his serrated teeth, but the turn proves too much for him in his already disoriented state. He sways, pressing his back against the wall. He relaxes a bit. Oranges, greys, browns- Gordon. Gordon's safe.
"... wuh?”
Gordon blinks, brows knitting together. He puts his hands on Benrey's shoulders, keeping him steady.
"I asked if you're alright. You look like shit, man.” Gordon says, taking note of the fact Benrey looks clammy and the fact he's trembling a bit.
Benrey tries to say something, but his stomach begins to ache and churn. Warm disgust licks up from his stomach to his throat, and all he can do is hold his mouth open as his mouth begins watering, preparing for the inevitable. His eyes begin to water, too. Fuck, he hates when the bullets come out like this.
“Shit. Shit, okay, uh," Gordon starts looking around, trying to find anything for Benrey to puke into. He goes to move away, reaching for a plastic bin, tumped over and papers spilled, but Benrey grabs his shoulders, a gurgled whine forcing its way out as he stumbles, shaking his head desperately.
"nooo-wuhh, don- don't go, man-” he whines, shaking a little more.
"I'm not,” Gordon says, blinking, a bit startled. "I'm just trying to grab something you can puke in, bud, I'll be right back,” he says, tone taking on that gentle, almost paternal quality that makes Benrey feel hot. That heat doesn't help him one bit now, though. He lurches forward, gripping Gordon tighter as his breath begins coming in shorter and shorter inhales. Bile is starting to come up, making his throat feel uncomfortably stuffed. He tries to swallow, lips smacking together and gulping loudly, but it proves useless. Gordon tries to say something, pry Benrey off so he can grab the bin, but it's too late.
Benrey gives up, tears stinging his eyes as hot bile forces its way out of his throat and onto Gordon's suit. The fluid starts pale green and liquidy, splashing over the metal and hitting the floor with slick noises. Benrey shakes, sweating harder, then gags and hurls again, and this time, the fluid comes out a sickly brown and concerning red, with chunks of shrapnel and metal. Gordon watches, sweating and now a bit nauseous himself, as Benrey vomits onto him. It's not the grossest thing he's experienced- he's been puked on before by adults and his son, not to mention the fact he's been forced to wade through sewage water lately- but there's still that visceral disgust. He doesn't know what to do besides hold Benrey up and let him puke. Fear blooms on his face when he sees the shrapnel and blood.
Benrey sways, coughing and sputtering, as he looks up at Gordon. His vision is a bit blurry from the pain, and only gets blurrier as tears start to well up. He gags and sputters a few more times down his chin, but he's mostly done now.
“‘m sorry," he whimpers, and Gordon's genuinely taken aback for a moment. Has Benrey ever apologized before…? He can't sort through his memories right now, though, because Benrey shivers and sniffles, trying to hold back tears. "sorry,”
Gordon, without thinking, hugs Benrey.
The feeling of bile sticking to them both barely registers to Benrey. He just whimpers and clings, catching his breath.
"Hey, hey, it's okay,” Gordon says, his tone the softest it's ever been towards the guard. "It's alright, man, it happens. You couldn't help it. The suit can be cleaned.” He holds Benrey, rubbing his lower back in slow, steady circles. "Do you feel better?” he asks gently, exhaling as Benrey nods. "That's good. Is, uh… Are the blood and chunks normal?" Benrey nods again, and Gordon's body grows less tense.
He starts moving, taking Benrey to a spot to sit. He grimaces a bit, noticing that he got puke on Benrey's vest.
"Shit, man, sorry about that…” He says as they sit down, and Benrey blinks, looking down.
“oh. uh. ‘s fine." he croaks. "can clean it… later.”
Gordon nods, frowning.
"Uh… Yeah, I think I saw a bathroom nearby…” He says, then goes to take off the vest. Benrey looks at Gordon, a bit startled, but doesn't stop him. Gordon sets it to the side, sighing. "I'm gonna run over to it, actually. You need some water."
Benrey stares, quiet, and nods. He watches Gordon stand up to leave, and he finds a mug on one of the desks, full of pens. He dumps it and brings it with him, leaving Benrey there, thoughts still a bit mushy. Gordon comes back after a few minutes, kneeling next to Benrey and holding the cup to his lips. Benrey thinks it's a bit gay for a moment, but realizes it's probably gayer to puke on someone, then starts taking slow sips. He hasn't had anything but soda in days, so the water feels really good… Gives him that nice, cool, clean feeling in his guts. He sighs as Gordon pulls it away, pacing him. After a second, he tilts it back, letting Benrey drink until he gets a bit too excited, water trickling down his chin. Gordon can't help but snort as he pulls the mug away.
“Damn, dude, slow down, you're gonna make yourself sick again.” He says, smiling. Benrey smacks his lips.
“thanks,” he says, and Gordon smiles a bit wider, nodding.
“Of course," He says, then sets the cup to the side. Benrey notices that he wiped the puke off his HEV suit. Shame, lingering nausea, and his attraction to Gordon makes his stomach warm as he thinks to himself, and for once, he feels bad about the thoughts he's having about Gordon. Wanting to touch up on his feet sexual style is one thing, but puke is another. You can laugh about feet. You can find dozens upon hundreds MS Paint foot drawings on deviantart. But puke was something else entirely. Guilt eats at his guts. Gordon would probably be angry if he knew how hot he found this. He'd probably hate him and shoot him more then leave him to puke up the bullets all alone because he doesn't deserve help anymore after that because he's gross and bad and Gordon is nice and good and doesn't jerk off to puke like a little sicko.
Benrey's snapped out of his spiral by the feeling of Gordon's hand rubbing his stomach over his shirt, over the top of his stomach, just under the arch of his ribs. Benrey shivers a bit, giving Gordon a bewildered look, eyes owlish and mouth agape. Gordon looks up, flinching a bit as he pulls away.
“Sorry! Sorry, I just thought, I mean, your stomach is probably still hurting-" He looks off, sweating a bit.
“no, no, it's, uh." Benrey's mouth feels dry despite all the water he just drank, and he smacks his lips. “keep going? please and thank you?”
His voice strains a bit, and Gordon nods. He hesitates, and experimentally unbuttons one button on Benrey's shirt. He looks up, and Benrey nods, so he undoes Benrey's shirt. He inhales a bit, breath shaking as he stares.
Benrey's stomach is flat with a wispy black happy trail and matching chest hair between two small, perky tits. Gordon wills himself to not stare at Benrey's breasts like a horny little freak, forcing his gaze to Benrey's stomach as he starts rubbing again. He stays silent, shoulders slacking up a bit as Benrey sighs with relief.
"So, uh… You're also…?" Gordon says after a few moments.
“huh?" Benrey blinks, and Gordon awkwardly gestures at his chest. “oh. yeah."
“Cool," Gordon nods. “Uh… Me, too. I mean, I guess I already inferred that-"
“you what?"
“Uh. Inferred?"
“sounds made up." Benrey says, then pauses. “oh. wait. Weird Al said that once."
Gordon wheezes a laugh, nodding.
“He sure did, bud." He smiles. They fall back into a comfortable silence. Gordon doesn't wanna tell Benrey he kinda liked getting puked on. He felt kinda pathetic- but that was partially why it was so hot to him. He sighs, hand drifting lower, rubbing over where Benrey's uterus probably is. As if he pushed a button, Benrey's legs split a bit, inviting him lower. Gordon swallows, looking up.
He pulls his hand away as he realizes Benrey looks apprehensive. A little scared, even.
“Shit, sorry, I- Listen, if you don't want this-"
“i do," Benrey stares, eyes wide, trembling a bit in a way that doesn't help his case.
“Dude, you're shaking."
“yeah. uh." He looks off. “... nervous."
Gordon nods, looking down at Benrey's stomach, eye contact beginning to burn.
“You sure…?"
“yeah. want it so bad, man." Benrey croaks. If his throat wasn't so raw, notes of pink to rust would be coming out.
Gordon nods, swallowing, then undoes Benrey's belt and gun holster. He doesn't even use the thigh holster, so Gordon doesn't get why he wears it… It just kinda makes him look…
Gordon distracts himself by pulling Benrey's pants and briefs off, and taking in the sight of his cunt. Covered in black hair. Already horribly wet. Gordon wonders, a little desperate, if Benrey was into the puke stuff, too, and Benrey does the same.
Gordon reaches down, gathering some slick on his fingers and teasing Benrey's slit. Benrey whines, legs split open, arms behind him to lean on. Gordon watches his expression with rapt attention while Benrey looks between Gordon's hand and face. Gordon rubs his slit painfully slow, teasing him into leaking, then drags his fingers over Benrey's labia, making the alien groan deeply.
“fuuuuck, man," He finally manages to push out some sweet voice, pink and red orbs leaking and floating up. Gordon smiles. He doesn't know what the colors mean, but he has a feeling they're good. He rubs two fingers over Benrey's clit, and Benrey moans so beautifully that the HEV suit kicks on.
"Arousal. Detected.” The robotic voice chimes. "Engaging. Vibration.”
Benrey watches with owlish eyes as Gordon bites his lip and whimpers at the feeling of the HEV suits crotchplate vibrating against his cunt. Before Benrey can say anything, Gordon starts rubbing Benrey's clit faster, jerking him off in earnest now. Benrey moans, more blush to rust coming out.
"Oh, fuck, Benrey,” Gordon moans, thighs trembling. "Fuck, you're so good, so hot…”
"th- thanksbrooo…" Benrey pants.
“Don't call me ‘bro’ while I'm jerking you off-" Gordon groans, then has a bright idea. He keeps rubbing Benrey's clit, watching his expression, waiting until his eyes twist shut and his breath grows unsteady… Then he pulls away.
Benrey whimpers, tears pricking his eyes.
"noooo-wuhhh…!!!” he whines pathetically, but Gordon quickly replaces his fingers by pressing his crotch against Benrey's.
Benrey's eyes go wide and he makes a strangled noise at the sudden vibrations. He pants, the blush to rust quickly turning into wine to plum as his body jerks and he moans louder and louder. Drool dribbles down his chin and his eyes roll back as he grinds up, and his pussy gushes against the suit. He manages to press his raw, exposed tip against the suit, and he practically screams. His body stiffens, his eyes go wide and teary, and the gush becomes a proper squirt. He presses close, thighs shaking. Most of the squirt wets the HEV suit, but some escapes behind Gordon, wetting the floor and joining Benrey's vomit puddle with some particularly impressive streams.
Gordon's eyes widen, and he watches Benrey cum almost reverently until the sight pushes him over the edge as well. He moans, gushing into his underwear, tcock throbbing heavily. He pushes closer to Benrey, then grabs his tits. He can't feel them, to his frustration, but the sight of his hands squeezing the flesh is enough. His moans devolve into groans, and Benrey's become overwhelmed whimpers. Gordon keeps them pressed together, waiting for Benrey to tell him to stop… But Benrey doesn't. He pants, and tears well up in his eyes, catching in those thick black lashes before rolling down his cheeks. Gordon watches with rapt attention. The tears, to his shame, only makes him wetter.
“Fuh… Fuck…” Gordon says, swallowing dryly. Benrey keens, shaking, tears rolling down his cheeks as his back arches.
"ah… ahh… ah…!" is all he can manage as he cums again, crying as he gushes and throbs against Gordon. “too much, too much, stop," Benrey moans, and Gordon immediately pulls away, inhaling.
“S- Sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
“fuck," Benrey groans, and he stares at the floor for a moment. “... holy shit, bro, never squirted before… shit…"
“Wh- For real?" Gordon blinks, looking down. Horny pride fills him at the fact.
Benrey slumps against the wall, too exhausted to move. His tears have slowed, but a couple still come out.
"thankyouuu…” Benrey grins, and Gordon blushes, nodding.
“Uh… Y- Yeah, man…” Gordon says, looking off. The HEV suit chimes again as the vibrations stop, and he slumps down, sighing.
They don't acknowledge the puke puddle.