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Ray barely waited until the tent flap closed behind him to put his hands on Ben. After three months in the Arctic Circle, he didn’t need to see to find him in a tent. He put one hand on the outside of his thigh, slid it up until he had a nice handful of Ben’s very nice ass. He’d always thought it looked like you could bounce quarters off it, and one day he would remember to try. He put the other hand on the nape of Ben’s neck, to pull him in for a kiss. Nothing to see in the dark, but Ben’s mouth was hot and urgent under his. He’d been waiting for this too.
Ben’s hands weren’t exactly idle either. He went right for it, palmed Ray’s dick through his shorts. Ray had been half-hard since they’d been fooling around underwater in the pond, a few hours ago now, and all the way hard since Ben had been touching him by the fire, under the blanket. Stupid teenage kind of stuff, but Ben got like that sometimes because he’d never really got to be a stupid teenager. Now he huffed a satisfied breath as he got a hold of Ray’s dick and squeezed, ungently. Ray groaned into his mouth.
Ben kissed him quiet, and then murmured against his mouth “Shhhh. Do you want to be heard?”
Ray pulled at the short curls of hair at the point where Ben’s head met his neck. “Depends whether you’re gonna come through on what you said earlier.”
Ben gave him one more squeeze – if he kept that up Ray was just going to come in his pants – and started trying to pull his shirt off.
They undressed each other silently and frantically. There was a low moan from somewhere nearby. Too low to be Stella. Ray felt Ben’s breath hitch. That was Vecchio, not even twelve feet away, the way they’d pitched the tents, Vecchio moaning because Stella was touching him the same way Ben and Ray were touching each other right now.
Maybe it was a little bit weird that Ray was turned on by that – by listening to his ex-wife having sex with a guy who Ray was eighty, ninety percent sure wanted to fuck his boyfriend – but Ray didn’t think he should get blamed for it. He’d had to spend all day watching Stella in a bikini, the same bikini she’d owned when she was married to him. He’d had sex with her when she was wearing that bikini. Stella eating a marshmallow off his fingertips, right in front of Ben and Vecchio. Stella sitting across the fire from him while out of sight, Ben was dragging his fingertips up and down Ray’s dick, and Vecchio’s hand was somewhere under another blanket touching her and –
He finished shoving Ben’s shorts down his thighs, hauled him in close again, and said low in his ear “So, we doing this?”
Ben said “Yes,” breathless and smug, and manhandled Ray down onto one of the bedrolls. Ray let him, because Ben in this mood meant very good things for Ray, and the fastest way to get those good things was to let Ben set the pace. It wasn’t always this way, but when it was – hot damn.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Ben said into his ear, while Ray fumbled around for the lube. He’d stashed it just under the other bedroll, because earlier Ben had pushed him up against a tree just out of sight of the others, kissed him hot and wet and demanding. Ray had said “How the hell did we manage three months in a tent without fucking if you get like this when you’re out here in the natural whatever? You keep your hands to yourself until tonight, you can fuck me silly then.”
“Done,” Ben had said, the same way he’d said yes just now. So Ray had made sure the lube and condoms were somewhere easy to find. Proper preparation, blah blah blah. His dick was extremely down with that right now.
He put them in Ben’s hand and Ben kissed him harder, pushing down on his shoulders – stay there – and then Ray heard the click of a cap opening, oh god yeah, Ray had been thinking about it all day too.
“Don’t need too much,” Ray mumbled when Ben went in with two fingers, “yeah, c’mon, yeah, give it to me –”
He could hear noises from the other tent, clothes and then bodies hitting the floor. He could see it, in his mind’s eye, even though in reality it would be just as dark over there. The impatient way Stella would be putting Vecchio where she wanted him, the way Vecchio might look as he sank into her, or her onto him. Jesus, that was hot to think about. Ray’s hips were moving, riding Ben’s fingers, both of them too hungry for patience. Ben pulled his fingers out and it felt like a short eternity before he was pressing in with his cock, demanding entrance into Ray’s body, just the way Ray wanted him to right now. He slid in slow and deep, held a second while Ray adjusted, and then thrust again just as thoroughly and slowly.
“Faster, goddamit,” Ray panted, and then thought maybe that had been too loud, but Ben did just what he wanted, speeding up into slick insistent thrusts that Ray couldn’t get enough of. It wasn’t enough to get him all the way on its own, but it was too good for him to care. A pushy Ben – one who was hot enough for it to forget to be polite, whichever way they were going at it – was one of his favourite things in the world, these days.
He gripped Ben’s shoulders and let Ben rearrange him from the inside out one thrust at a time, gave himself up to it, and groaned in victory when he felt him stutter and moan and come. He dropped a hand to his own dick but Ben was somehow faster, stripping him with quick impatient confidence, demanding Ray give this up as well, and he did, as willingly as he’d ever given Ben anything or everything.
For a little while there was just the sound of their hoarse breathing.
“Was that alright?” Ben asked politely, normal service resuming, and he laughed in low delight when Ray mumbled “Alright, am I alright, I think you killed me.”
Ray loved the way Ben laughed after sex, like he couldn’t believe how damn lucky he was; the way he smiled ear to ear. He couldn’t see the smile right now, but he knew it was there.
“Come here,” he said, and Ben settled against him, and now he could feel that smile against his face. Perfect. He kissed the corner of Ben’s jaw. “Love you.”
“I seem to recall you telling me that doesn’t count if you say it after, ah, intimacy.”
“Does if you’ve said it before.”
“Oh, is that a new rule?”
“Made it up just now.” They kissed each other with the slow easy pace you only got after and not before.
This was what he’d missed the most when he and Stella had been broken up, but still occasionally fucking. They’d been hot for each other, enough to do it even though they both knew it was a bad idea, but there’d never been any laughter, not before or after. No sweet slow kisses like this.
He heard giggling from the other tent, then quiet happy murmurs, and smiled against Ben’s mouth.