The Portal on Shakespeare [a week later]

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A mattress had been bought for guests, the house had been scrubbed from top to bottom and then bottom to top, and Ben, even though he knew that Luke wouldn't care in the slightest, had stressed out about what they'd have for dinner for the last three days.

Now he was a half-hour early for the time his father had sent him for the portal, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.

He was excited and terrified in almost equal measure.

Sounds like a fun vacation, huh?

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[endsthegame]

Ender laughed softly. "Just wanted to kiss you properly," he said, dipping down to do just that. "And maybe do something else with my mouth properly..."

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Ben shivered as he rested his hands on Ender's hips. "Whistle, maybe?" he asked a little breathlessly.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him again. "Well, if that's what you want..." he mused.

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"Not really, but if that's how you wanted to spend the rest of the evening..." Ben babbled.

[endsthegame]

"I think I'd rather use it kissing little you," Ender said, sounding amused.

He kissed Ben's neck. "Maybe making you feel better..."

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"Mmmm, I feel pretty good right now," he murmured, sliding his fingers along the back of Ender's neck.

[endsthegame]

"Could be better," Ender returned, slipping down to do something nice to Ben's nipple.

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Ben gasped, forgetting for a second to be very, very quiet. "I love you."

[endsthegame]

"Shhh," Ender said, smiling up at him. Then ran his tongue over Ben's skin a second time.

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Ben shivered, but bit his lower lip so he was quiet this time. "Brat," he whispered fondly.

[endsthegame]

Ender moved down a little more. After all, Ben's abs were in terrible need of attention.

A lot of it.

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Ben sighed softly and then took a not-so-soft grip on Ender's hair.

[endsthegame]

Ender's head tilted a little to acknowledge Ben's grip, his eyes meeting Ben's and his mouth quirking up. "Yes?"

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Ben smiled back. "Hi."

[endsthegame]

Ender moved his mouth south by just half an inch. "Hi."

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"Guh," Ben replied coherently.

[endsthegame]

Ender quirked another small smile, then leaned down, applying himself to making Ben very, very happy.

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Ben's grip tightened in Ender's hair as he fought against making noise.

[endsthegame]

Ender took a hold of him to keep him steady, but he dedicated his other hand to running over the scars on Ben's chest.

He wasn't going to try anything more complicated than that.

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Ben didn't want complicated tonight, he wanted reassurance, and Ender was providing that in spades.

He sent a quick pulse of affection and trust through the Force toward him, not caring if his father picked it up. It wasn't like it was emotions Luke didn't already know Ben had for Ender.

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Ender doubled his efforts as he felt that run over him. He just wanted to help Ben take the edge off, find his grounding-- and let him enjoy it.

He returned the feelings Ben was sending him, and thought of reassurance.

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Ben sighed softly as his hips began rocking. "Love you, love you, love you," he whispered again.

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Ender let him, and not just because Ben still had a firm grip on the back of his head. He took it as it came, letting Ben set the pace now that he was moving.

He traced a little pattern on Ben's abdomen with his fingers.

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It took Ben a second to realize what Ender was letting him do, but when it sunk in, he let out a low, needy whimper and began moving his hips more deliberately.

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Ender groaned softly. At least partly to encourage Ben to keep doing that.