Shakespeare Colony [A month later]

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They'd waited for the weather to turn more reliably warm and dry before hosting an outdoor dance in the center of the village. The fight over music had been mostly smoothed over by agreeing to vary the selections between what the colonists who'd arrived recently liked and what the natives had become used to after Ben had offered to provide enough droid spoken word albums to last the entire dance to break the impasse.

Because everyone had agreed that droid spoken word albums were the worst.

And now, in the fine tradition of dances everywhere, no one was dancing in the area cleared for that purpose as everyone gathered in nervous groupings around food and drink tables, staring at people across the floor and hoping someone would ask them to dance.

Ben sighed and tugged at the tie around his neck. "Should we draw names from a hat or something?" he asked Ender.

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Ben let out a happy noise and tangled his fingers in Ender's hair, pulling him closer.

"I do like seeing you dressed up."

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"I know," Ender said, nipping at his lower lip. "Trust me."

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"Again with the subtleness?" Ben guessed, pressing into him.

[endsthegame]

"Yes," Ender said, gasping a little. "Have some more subtlety -- shut the door. You're wearing too much."

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Ben waved his hand toward the door, then used the excuse of moving it anyway to reach down and squeeze Ender's ass. "You too."

[endsthegame]

Ender pressed up against Ben-- how he managed to get one and a half arm out of his jacket while doing so was a mystery for the ages. The remaining half-arm took a few moments longer, but he tossed the damn thing on the floor and kissed Ben again.

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Ben would need to breathe eventually, but for now this felt far too good to stop.

He reached for the buttons on Ender's shirt, not so concerned with neatness as he was with off.

[endsthegame]

Ender's fingers reached for Ben's belt a second later, opening that up. He was the one who broke away to breathe eventually, kissing Ben's jaw instead.

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Ben tilted his head so Ender could reach more of his neck, gasping for air. "More," he decided, scraping his nails none-too-gently down Ender's back.

[endsthegame]

Ender nipped none-too-gently at Ben's neck. "Upstairs."

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Ben groaned loudly. "All right," he said, tugging Ender up the steps. He paused halfway up to use the stairs to increase his own height and kiss Ender again.

[endsthegame]

Ender slid his hand into Ben's hair and kissed him back hard. The rest of the stairs could wait... for another moment or so.

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Ben clung tightly, kissing back just as fiercely.

"Stang," he gasped.

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"You can say that again," Ender murmured, reaching down with his other hand to give Ben's behind a squeeze.

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Ben rocked his hips against Ender's again. "We should keep moving if we want to make it off the stairs."

But he wasn't moving.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him again. And again. "This... isn't really a structurally sound place to do this," he said finally, out of breath.

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"True," Ben agreed, sliding his hands a little frantically along Ender's hips.

[endsthegame]

"Just a couple more steps," Ender said, half-chuckling and attempting to tackle... at least one of those steps.

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Ben just wanted to tackle him, period.

He groaned softly and made it up another step before pushing back into Ender again.

"Being ridiculous," he muttered between kisses, "but I don't care."

[endsthegame]

"At least you're honest," Ender teased, yanking on Ben's shirt, trying to get it off... at some point.

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Ben popped a few buttons as he pulled the thing off and dropped it down the stairs, then went back to kissing Ender with the intensity of someone who hadn't done it in far too long.

Which...wasn't true, but Ben really enjoyed seeing Ender dressed up.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned softly, despite the railing digging into his back. He slid his hands up along Ben's body, enjoying himself very much, thank you.

They'd tackle those three remaining steps (well, four or five for Ender) any minute now...

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Maybe the next minute? Right now Ben was busy sucking on Ender's neck, something that couldn't wait until they scaled the clearly enormous flight of four or five steps.

[endsthegame]

Ender leaned a little further up against the wall and the railing (... that might hurt later) and tilted his head to give Ben more room, running his nails over Ben's nipple in retaliation.

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Ben moaned and then bit down hard in reply, shifting one of his hands to press against the front of Ender's pants.