From Chilly Boulder to Room 204 [evening]

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Ben reappeared where he'd been on the 7th: in Chilly Boulder, but without his creepy visitors.

There was a napkin on the nearby table that read "remember" and Ben was flooded with memories of this place: dates with Tahiri after invasions, milkshakes and conversations with Karla, the various staff members who knew him by name after so many years of coming into this shop...

...and Ender, which was when Ben glanced at his phone, realized that it was now Sunday, and bolted for the dorms. If the sidewalks and trees along the way back weren't exactly how he remembered them, he didn't care. He had much more important things on his mind.

"Ender?" he called, opening the door to their room.

Please exist...

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For once, the idea of putting up a fight for control just felt like a chore; Ender leaned back a little to help Ben with that, until he could strip out of his pants.

They probably wound up somewhere on the floor. He wasn't checking.

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"We should shove the beds together," Ben said as he tried to roll them without falling off the edge.

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"Planning to use a lot of space?" Ender asked, as he found himself on his back and precariously close to the edge of the bed.

He gripped the headboard behind him for a second just to make sure he stayed on the right side of the edge of the bed.

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"Just trying not to knock you unconscious by dropping you off the bed," Ben said, taking a moment to admire Ender's arm muscles before shucking his own pants off with a lack of self-consciousness that wasn't normally his thing.

He leaned down and began kissing down along Ender's torso, a vague plan in mind if he managed the nerve to try it.

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Vaguely remembering the last bout of self-consciousness brought on by Ender calling any attention to him doing any such thing, Ender chose not to look down too obviously. Or say anything. Or--

Well, he was reaching down and running his fingers over the spiderweb of Ben's scars. He needed to make sure they were all there.

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Ben hummed happily and kept moving down. He was surprised if Ender couldn't hear how hard his heart was pounding.

He got to Ender's belly button, then skipped down to kiss his inner thigh. Maybe if he wasn't making eye contact, this would feel less awkward?

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Maybe.

It wasn't like Ender was going to give him guff if he didn't go through with it, either.

For his part, he just sighed, slumping quietly back against the pillow and focusing on the weight of Ben right where he was.

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Ben hadn't exactly been taking notes when he'd last experienced this, so he was going on instinct and what Ender's emotions were telling him.

And right now he was going to stay down here on Ender's inner thigh, slowly nipping his way north.

[endsthegame]

Really, half of Ender's brain was still stuck on Ben shucking off his pants like that. That was an image that was going to stick with him for a while.

He let his eyes fall shut, and became hyper-aware of every touch of Ben's mouth, his legs parting a bit more.

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Ben gradually ran of out leg. Heart pounding, he experimentally flicked his tongue out.

Some part of him was weirdly sure he was the first person ever to try this and was terrified he'd be terrible at it.

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Ender was fairly sure most of his nerves had been slowly pulled in that direction over the past few hours. When contact finally came, it was the first fulfilment of anticipation that made him suck in a breath.

A tiny spark of something good shot up his spine.

It was a little new. And yet not really.

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Encouraged by that, Ben moved his mouth a bit more.

This felt...strange. Nothing he was going to stop doing, but nothing that was familiar either.

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A tiny gasp; it wasn't as if Ender was all that familiar with being on this end of this either, at least not while he was in his own, current-day body.

The room suddenly seemed strangely quiet.

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Ben shifted his weight a little to get more comfortable and glanced up at Ender's face, seeking reassurance.

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Ender looked down and caught his eyes. His face had flushed, but at the sight of the look on Ben's face, he also produced a tiny smile. "Hey," he said.

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Ben wasn't going to reply in words, but something eased in his expression just before he went back to...erm...applying himself.

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Ender gasped, dropping his head back to where it had previously been.

Look, he was 18, and he thought Ben was ridiculously attractive; the standards here were not nearly as high as Ben thought they were.

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That gasp hit Ben right in the guts (or slightly below), and so he sped up what his was doing a little--though his sense of tempo was still not exactly stellar.

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Well. Baby steps.

So to speak.

Ender was a little quiet after that, though it was mostly out of effort not to move his hips and change that tempo. An overdeveloped sense of self-control was his, though that did mean forcing himself to keep breathing evenly.

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Ben slowly scraped his nails along Ender's inner thighs as he continued, trying not to think too hard about the results of him doing this right.

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In a supreme effort not to do something like buck up and terrify Ben, Ender reached for the sheets and clenched his fingers in them. He released a breath that shuddered a little, and shut his eyes.

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Ben moved his mouth and replaced it with his hand, then rested his head against Ender's shoulder. "You can move now, kreetle."

[endsthegame]

Ender released another sharp breath, feeling an irrational sense of loss.

Which didn't keep him from bucking up into Ben's hand with some relief, letting go of the sheets and burying that hand in his hair instead.

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Ben bit down hard on Ender's neck in reply and moved his hand faster, not wanting to draw this out for Ender any longer.

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Oh, kuso. Ender moaned, his hand clenching in Ben's hair as he bucked up one more time and let go, his other arm slipping around Ben's waist, pulling tight.