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[ p r e s s . j u n k e t . 1 ] by kHo “If I have to answer one more God Damned question,” Vince growled, twisting the top off the bottle of water and tossing it onto the counter top. Ben laughed, sitting down on the couch and bending over to take off his shoes. “I hate press junkets,” he said. “Same fuckin´ question…” “Over and over and fucking over,” Vince said, sitting down next to him and toeing off his shoes. “And oh, the second I go off the ‘it´s so wonderful to work with so and so and yadda yadda´ script, it´s ‘Now, Vince, if you´re just going to horse around…´ Jesus CHRIST.” Ben laughed, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. “I know.” “What fucking town are we in, even,” Vince said, looking at his watch. “I don´t even know what state it is anymore,” Ben answered, rubbing his face with his hands. “All I know is that I just spent three hours trying to be funny and I´m finally in my hotel room, which is where I wanted to be all day anyway.” Vince clamped a hand on his shoulder, smiling. “You don´t have to try so hard, Ben. You´re naturally funny.” “Thanks,” Ben said, rolling his eyes. Vince rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You´re so fuckin´ annoying.” Ben laughed, turning slightly to face Vince. “Again, Vince, really… thanks.” Vince laughed, shrugging. “What?! Someone compliments you and you act like they´re blowin´ smoke up your ass. It´s annoying.” Ben shook his head. “I know you´re not blowin´ smoke up my ass.” “Good, cause I don´t do that,” Vince said, nodding his head. “If I think you´re funny, I say you´re funny… if I don´t think you´re funny, I don´t say you´re fuckin´ funny.” “Got it,” Ben said with a laugh, patting Vince´s leg. “Anyway,” Vince said, stretching his arms out over the couch and seeming to sink into the white cushions. “You tired? You want me to leave?” “Nah,” Ben said, reaching over and grabbing the remote. “I´m tired of *that* bullshit, but not… sleepy tired.” “Me neither,” Vince said, turning to look at the tv. “See what´s on Comedy Central.” “If I can find it,” Ben said, rolling his neck around as he steadily flipped channels. “My neck is killing me.” Vince´s hand closed around the back of his neck and began working around the tight muscles. Ben´s first instinct was to tense up, but eventually he found himself leaning back into Vince´s fingers, his eyes almost closing as he finally found Comedy Central. “Chapelle,” he said, his voice distinctly lower than it had been. “Love Chapelle.” “Rick James, Bitch,” Vince said, giggling as Dave Chapelle bounded onto the stage to begin his pre-skit introduction. “Says bitch before just about anything.” “Mm-hmm,” Ben muttered, his head falling back against Vince´s hand, his eyelids falling to half mast. Vince looked at him out of the corner of his eye and laughed slightly, taking another sip of his water bottle before reaching over to put it on the table. “Turn around,” he said, shifting to face Ben more fully, his leg at an angle on the couch between them. “Huh,” Ben said, lifting his head, his heart sinking when Vince´s hand stopped rubbing his neck. “Turn… around,” Vince said slowly, motioning for Ben to turn his back to him. “Oh, I´m fine,” Ben said, waving him off and laughing before turning back to Chapelle´s Show. Vince sighed, shifting closer to Ben and using both his hands to grab his shoulders, physically turning his back more fully to him. “It´s called a massage, Stiller,” he said in an amused voice. “Your back has been killing you all day, you just said your neck hurt… this will help.” “Mmm,” Ben said awkwardly, scrunching up his face. “Uh… alright.” As Vince´s hands began to work on his lower back Ben allowed his eyes to fully shut, resting his head in a propped up hand, listening to Dave Chappelle´s comically lyrical voice in the background. “I never knew you were capable of being so gentle,” he muttered as he began to relax. Vince´s laugh was closer to his ear than he expected, and he felt a shudder travel through his body as his hot breath wafted over his ear. “I hate to tell you, Ben, but there´s a lot you don´t know about me.” “I´m just saying it feels really nice,” Ben said, laughing. “Oh, I´m aware of that,” Vince said, letting his eyes travel down Ben´s neck. “I´m a master masseuse.” Ben laughed, looking over his shoulder at Vince. “Okay then.” “Oh, you don´t know, Ben. I´ve made women come harder like this than in the sack,” he said with a leering grin. “Jesus, Vince,” Ben said, laughing and covering his face. “You´re so lewd.” “Eh, get used to it,” he muttered, running his hand down Ben´s spine and concentrating on the small of his back, pretending to not hear the hiss Ben uttered as he did so. “Well I don´t doubt it,” Ben said, his voice heavier than normal. “You´re this close to turning *me* on.” “Damn,” Vince said, biting his lip to keep from laughing as he ran his hand back up Ben´s spine and he saw Ben shudder just slightly. “I was hoping you were flat out turned on by now. It would make the seducing part so much more simple.” Ben held up his hand, his thumb and pointer finger centimeters apart. “This close.” Vince watched Ben´s face closely as he lifted his hand to run through Ben´s hair, pressing just hard enough to pass for a scalp massage but just light enough for it to be erotic. He suppressed a laugh as Ben´s face registered shock and not just a little arousal. He´d thought Ben would jump out of his skin but was pleasantly surprised to see him regain composure and silently let Vince run his fingers through his hair, even after he gave up the pretense of the massage. “Still not turned on,” he asked quietly. Ben´s eyes flew open and he jerked his head to look at Vince. “Wh…” Vince reached out and traced a finger down Ben´s chin, effectively shutting him up before leaning over to kiss him, covering his mouth with his own. Ben let out a surprised groan, but Vince didn´t let him up. His hand left his face and trailed lightly down Ben´s cotton form fitting black t-shirt to his leg. When he felt Ben begin to kiss him back he leaned into him, deepening the kiss and darting his tongue through Ben´s slightly open mouth. Ben´s hand reached up to the back of his head, scraping through his hair as he tried to pull Vince´s head closer, grunting at the awkward position they were in with his back to Vince. “Hang on,” he muttered against Vince´s mouth, his voice sounding more like a sigh than anything else. “Don´t,” Vince said, pressing his mouth to Ben´s again. “Don´t over think it…” “Vince,” Ben groaned, trying to pull away from the magnetic draw Vince´s lips seemed to have on his own. “I´m not comfortable…” Vince sighed, pulling back. “God damnit, Ben…” “Literally,” Ben said, shifting so he was a little more in Vince´s direction. “Literally wasn´t comfortable,” he said reaching out to grab Vince´s shirt and pulling him forward to resume kissing. “Oh,” Vince said, laughing as he kissed Ben again. “Sorry.” Ben ran his fingers into Vince´s short brown curls, leaning into the kiss, mentally telling Vince to shut up. His free hand gripped Vince´s shoulder, pulling him closer and wrapping his arm around his back. He was unable to stop the long low moan that escaped as Vince´s hand brushed over his erection, settling just on top of it. “Never thought we´d be doing this,” he hissed as Vince began kissing his neck, Vince´s long nimble fingers working over the loose suit pants covering his crotch. “What did I tell you about thinking,” Vince muttered, unzipping Ben´s pants in an all too quick motion, wrapping his fingers around Ben before Ben had a chance to comprehend what he was doing. “Oh,” Ben gasped in surprise, his fingers clenching around a clump of Vince´s shirt. “Jesus Christ…” “Just Vince,” he answered, sinking his teeth lightly into Ben´s collarbone and licking over the reddening flesh. Ben grabbed his face, kissing him hungrily. He felt Vince begin to move his wrist slowly at first, gradually going faster, and felt his breath leaving his body faster than he was able to take it in. He ran his hand down Vince´s chest and began working on his belt, cursing under his breath as he had to pull his mouth away from Vince´s to look at what he was doing. “Vince, wait,” Ben said, out of breath, still struggling to get Vince´s pants unzipped. “Wait, wait, wait…” “Mmm,” Vince growled in his ear, biting it again. “Does it feel good?” Ben tried to speak, tried to say that good God yes it felt good, but all that came out was a shuddering sigh as he finally got Vince´s pants unzipped. He bit his lip and tried to keep the orgasm he felt brewing at bay as he wrapped his hand around Vince and tried to develop a rhythm. He felt Vince´s rhythm pick up and leaned his head forward into the crook of Vince´s neck as he tried to match it. Tilting his head to the side he bit Vince´s neck, his other hand digging into Vince´s side as Vince growled again. He´d heard sounds like that from Vince before, he was a very vocal kind of guy, but never before had they been that close to his ear, and they´d never come at a time when he was on the precipice of an extremely volatile orgasm. “Feels good,” he finally managed to grind out, shuddering as Vince slipped into just he right rhythm. Vince grabbed his chin in his hand and kissed him as he felt Ben tense up and shoved his tongue in his mouth as they both came, pulling his body close to his. They stayed like that for a moment as they caught their breaths, Vince languidly running his fingers through Ben´s hair. “Never saw that one comin´ huh, Stiller,” he said, smirking at him as he leaned back. “Not in a million years,” Ben said, laughing and running his hands through his hair as he licked his lips and tried to calm his racing heartbeat. “What´s a hand job between friends,” Vince said, smiling and leaning forward to kiss Ben slowly again before reaching down to zip his pants back up. “Yeah,” Ben said, his eyebrows scrunching together. “If that´s all that was. Seemed a like a hell of a lot more than any fucking hand job I´ve had before.” Vince laughed. “I´m that good, huh?” Ben nodded, taking a deep breath, still trying to calm himself. “Best hand job I´ve ever had.” A slow smile crept over his face as he adjusted his pants. “You should see what I can do with my tongue.” “Jesus,” Ben choked out, staring wide-eyed at Vince. “Next time,” he said, reaching out and running his fingers through Ben´s hair. “Another town… another method.” “I…” Ben paused, looking around the room for a moment before laughing. “Am very much down for that.” “Bet your back´s not hurting anymore,” Vince said, smirking at him. Ben laughed, licking his lips. “Oh, I see... a pity hand job.” “Well you just looked so pathetic…” Ben laughed again, reaching out and hitting Vince on the chest. “Fuck you.” “Oh, that´s quite a few towns from where we are now, Ben,” Vince said, standing up. “I´m gonna go to bed… seem to be quite tired now.” Ben nodded, smiling up at him. “I´m starting to not hate this press junket business so much right now,” he said, nodding. “Maybe kind of liking it.” “Only gets better my friend,” Vince said, walking towards the door and winking at him. “Exponentially.”
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