[ p r e s s . j u n k e t . 2 ]
by kHo

Ben waves a goodbye to the reporter, flashes what he knows to be his most charming smile, and turns around and walks down the hall. He laughs to himself, thinking about how easy she had been to make giggle. If only all reporters were that easy. He looks up to see Vince making his way down the hall, probably to the same reporter´s room, and he smiles at him. “If you´ve got Karla from the Gazette, you are in for a treat… adorable,” he said as they draw closer.

“Yeah,” Vince asks, a slow smile forming on his face.

The look in his eyes makes Ben think of strong hands and soft touches, breathes in his ear, and groans in his neck. He so distracted by the memory of the night before that he doesn´t realize Vince has stepped inches from him and grabbed his arm. He lets out a startled grunt as he´s jerked into a narrow hallway that leads to the janitorial passageways.

“Slept like a baby last night,” Vince whispered in his ear, looking down at him and standing a little too close.

“Vince,” Ben says, looking out toward the hall, praying that no one is passing by. “We´re in public.”

Vince giggles at him. “No shit?”

“So stop,” Ben hissed, his eyelids involuntarily closing slightly as Vince ran his hand down his shirt. “Anybody could pass by…”

“That´s what makes it fun, Stiller,” Vince said, grinning but slowly stepping away.

Ben ran a hand through his hair, looking out into the larger hallway to see if anyone was out there. Clearing his throat he faced Vince again, who was slouching casually against the wall with a smirk that was positively deadly. “Listen,” Ben started, tugging at his shirt and wishing he´d worn a less form-fitting shirt that day. “About last night…”

“Oh, good fuckin´ lord,” Vince said, laughing and rolling his eyes. “Not that, huh?”

Ben frowned in confusion. “Not what?”

“Last night was a mistake, last night didn´t mean anything, last night can´t happen again, blah blah fuckin´ blah,” Vince said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Which one were you going for?”

“The third one,” Ben said, smiling slightly. “You know me too well.”

“I do,” Vince said, nodding and stepping closer to Ben, bending to look him in the eyes. “Well enough to know that whichever one of those you would have said, you wouldn´t have meant.”

“No,” Ben said, stepping back and shaking his head. “No, I would have meant any of them… all of them… seriously.”

“Okay,” Vince said, reaching behind him and grasping onto the door handle that led to the back passageways. “Just let me say one more thing.”

Ben eyed the open doorway, peering into the dimly lit passages beyond. “What,” he asked warily, darting his eyes between Vince and the door. He frowned as Vince just smiled at him and stepped into the hallway, letting the door shut quietly behind him.

Cursing under his breath he looked back out into the hallway, seeing there was still no one there. He reached for the door handle and almost turned around and went back to his room. Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath to control his nerves he opened it and peeked around the door. “Vince?”

A strong hand grabbed his arm, jerking him inside the narrow passage. He found himself being trapped between the wall and Vince by his arms, unable to even open his mouth in protest before Vince´s lips were on his. He would have protested, maybe even pushed Vince away, if Vince´s low growl hadn´t rendered him limbless.

His spine seemed to melt into the wall as Vince pressed his body into his, his hand running down the length of Ben´s arm and resting on his hip. His head began to spin, all coherent thoughts being pushed further and further into the recesses of his mind as Vince´s tongue swirled and danced with his.

Vince grabbed his hair with his free hand, pulling his head to the side as he pitched forward to nibble at Ben´s collarbone. Smiling at Ben´s nearly inaudible groan the hand on his hip traveled around Ben´s waist to run over his ass, pulling his hips forward against his. Running his tongue up he ran his teeth lightly across the chords of Ben´s neck, relishing in the way he shivered slightly beneath him.

Ben´s head fell back hard enough against the wall to hurt on any normal occasion, but he barely felt it. His fingers wound into Vince´s white Del Taco shirt, bunching it up in his fists as he tried to pull Vince even closer. He felt Vince´s hand glide over his hip and down the front of his jeans, biting his lip to suppress the moan that would have been too loud even in the darkened corridors they were in.

“For someone who just said they didn´t want to repeat last night,” Vince growled into his ear, the smile apparent even though Ben couldn´t see his face. “You seem to be pretty hard, Stiller.”

“Shut up,” Ben hissed, grabbing Vince´s face in his hands and kissing him almost violently.

A tingle vibrated through Ben´s body when Vince growled into his mouth. He sunk into the wall and his eyes rolled back into his head as Vince´s hand began to massage the bulge hardening in his jeans, his hands digging into Vince´s upper arms. His breath hitched on the moan he felt escaping his mouth and his head pitched forward into the crook of Vince´s neck.

“It´s different with a guy, isn´t it,” Vince asked him breathlessly, pausing to bite his neck gently before continuing. “Girls are unsure, hesitant… a guy knows though.”

Ben tried to agree but he forgot how to, instead just moaning his affirmation. His hips bucked slightly against Vince´s hand, a surprised grunt escaping as he felt his orgasm building up much quicker than he´d anticipated.

When the post coital fog lifted he saw Vince looking down at him with a bemused expression. “That,” he said, clearing his throat. “Was uncalled for.”

Vince winked at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “But necessary.”

Ben nodded, laughing slightly, tugging his shirt down over his hips and frowning at his jeans. “I can´t believe you did that… you didn´t even…”

“I´ll get mine,” Vince said with another wink, leaning over to kiss him slowly before pulling back and resting his hand on the door handle. “I have to go talk to Karla.”

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