Behind Your Eyelids, 2/2
Title: Behind Your Eyelids, 2/2
Characters/Pairings: Ben/Skandar, Will/Skandar
Word Count: 2,908
Author's Notes: For yamisadomazo, who made me requested it. I hope you like it, hon!
First part here.
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Will, in fact, is having a horrible time.
He loves doing publicity for the movie. Really, he does. He’s proud of it and happy about it and hell, he wants it to do well. But he’s aggravated tonight, and getting asked the same questions over and over again is starting to drive him insane. He thinks that if he has to say, "Training in Brooklyn. Running eight miles every other day. Loved doing stunts. Darker film. Done with Peter, moving on," one more time he's going to march right up to Skandar and tell him to kill him. Put him out of his misery.
Seriously.
To make matters worse, Georgie had approached Anna early on in the night and whispered something to her, pointing and gesturing, to which Anna had giggled rather unlike herself, and they’d been off on their own somewhere (Will has no idea where) ever since.
Anna comes back only once to tell him that they are both tired, and going back to their room to sleep. Will begins to ask, "Where were you guys? What were you-" but Anna shakes her head and laughs, meaning, "Don't ask. It involved some crazy plot of Georgie's." She leans in and kisses him on the cheek, tells him that she'll see him tomorrow morning, and turns and walks off without another word.
"Anna, wait!" Will cries after her. "Have you seen Skandar-?" but she keeps walking, not having heard him over the crowds and the music.
Will slumps back in his chair, scowling. He has no idea where Skandar is. Or Ben, for that matter, he thinks, scanning the room and not finding him. But it’s Skandar he’s most concerned about. After a few more minutes of sulking, he finally gets up to ask Andrew and Mark if they’ve seen him (they haven’t) so he decides to call it a night.
He grabs his sports jacket from the back of his chair and heads to the elevators, absently fingering the key to his and Skandar's room on the way to their floor. The elevator opens with a soft bing!, and Will makes his way quietly to their door, listening outside for a few moments before opening it, trying to find out if Skandar is awake, or even there.
He can’t hear anything, so he swipes his key and pads into the dark room, whispering, "Skandar?" before turning on the bathroom light. He walks over to Skandar's bed (farthest from the door) and tentatively reaches out his hand, feeling around for him. He isn’t there.
"Huh," Will says aloud, wondering where Skandar could be. He decides to check Ben's room, to see if Skandar’s there, still awake and chatting with Ben.
He passes the girls' room on his way down the hallway, and he hears them laughing through the crack in the door, a little sliver of light shining through, held open by the latch lock, as all of them are wont to do. He smiles as he passes, but keeps moving until he’s standing outside of Ben's door, also propped open.
The lights are off, however, and he wonders if maybe Ben’s sleeping, and had just forgotten to close the door.
But then he hears something, almost a murmur, and it slowly articulates itself into Ben’s voice, although Will can’t make out the words. He knocks lightly, and then a little louder a few moments later when he gets no response.
Almost immediately, there is a muffled exclamation of a surprise and what sounds like heavy footsteps. Then the light flicks on and then off again quickly.
"What are you doing?" Will asks curiously, almost laughing. "Have you seen Skandar?" he adds, as he opens the door, beginning to walk inside. Light streams in from the hallway behind him, dimly illuminating the room.
Will stops dead. He can see Skandar, sprawled naked across Ben's king size bed, his release still wet across his chest, eyes wide open and still panting.
Ben is standing at the foot of the bed, looking at Will, and Will thinks he looks part apprehensive, part challenging, part pissed.
There is a few seconds of stunned and tense silence as Will and Ben just look at each other, broken by Skandar, who is trying to claw his way off of the bed, wiping the sheets over his chest, his limbs still loose and weak, mumbling, "Will! Will, I-" There is a frantic kind of urgency in his voice, pleading with Will to stay, to let him explain, to tell him that it's not what it looks like.
Will flinches at Skandar’s words, hurt and angry, and he shakes his head before turning to leave, needing to get away from them, needing to think, needing and wanting no explanation.
"Will!" Skandar says more forcefully, and suddenly Skandar’s behind him, reaching out to grab Will’s wrist and turn him around before he can make it fully out of the door. Will tries to wrench his hand away and averts his gaze from Skandar's still-naked body, distantly glad that no one is in the hallway to see them.
"Stop. Please," Skandar says again, gently this time, and Will doesn't know why he does it, but he stops. "Just…come back in for a sec," Skandar continues, and Will steps back into the room without a word. Skandar closes the door behind him.
Ben is still standing there, watching them, but, thankfully, Will thinks, he's slipped on a pair of boxers. Skandar takes no notice, just looks at Will like he's afraid Will might bolt from the room at any moment.
Will’s never felt more uncomfortable in his life.
He's trying to hold himself together, but he doesn't know how much longer he can manage it. Everything inside him aches, and he's fidgeting nervously, can't think straight, too many thoughts running through his head.
An image comes unbidden into his mind of Skandar with Ben, and something inside of Will snaps. He and Skandar never had anything, and he knows that, but it had seemed so close, so possible, and he was nearly positive that Skandar returned his feelings. So what had just happened?
Inwardly, Will laughs, and it’s derisive and bitter. He realizes that he was stupid to assume Skandar had feelings for him; Skandar was probably just joking, doing everything just in good fun, and he should have realized that. He finds that he can’t even stand the sight of Skandar at the moment, and as Skandar begins to say, "Will, look, I-" Will cuts him off.
"I should go," he says simply, belying any emotion, and he turns to leave again, fighting back angry tears.
"No, Will, wait. Just listen to me for a sec!" Skandar shouts after him, and Will, bristling with anger now, stops again in spite of himself.
Skandar seems surprised that Will did, and it takes him a few moments to say, "Look, Will, this isn't...I didn't mean..." And he gestures between himself and Ben, who is sitting now on the edge of the bed, watching them.
"Forget it, Skandar," Will spits out, looking back at him. "It doesn't matter." He starts to leave for the third time that night, but Skandar grabs his arm again and pulls him around, Will’s momentum pushing him into the stretch of wall behind the closed door.
Will is panting, his eyes alight with anger and indignation, and Skandar looks back at him fiercely, his own eyes bright, as if contemplating something. After a moment, Skandar lunges forward and crushes their mouths together.
And Skandar kisses him, and it's everything Will imagined it would be except that it’s not-it's urgent and violent and uncompromising and tainted, and so completely wrong in so many ways. Will finally pushes Skandar away, but it's a weak attempt, and Skandar fights Will's hands away from his chest and pushes up against him again, attacking his mouth once more.
Will can feel himself getting hard, and this whole thing is so fucked up but he can't help it. Skandar's tongue is insistent against his mouth and Will opens to him, lets Skandar inside, holding back a moan as Skandar traces over his lips, his teeth, every bit of Will's mouth his can reach.
Skandar's fingers are still ringed around Will's wrists, and Skandar releases him only to grab hold of his biceps and pin his arms against the wall on either side of him; and Skandar’s hips slot into place against Will's, holding him still. Skandar keeps kissing him, now light and affectionate, now passionately, concentrated, and Will can feel Skandar getting hard, his cock a warm line against Will’s thigh.
Slowly, Skandar’s grip loosens, and Will’s arms fall back to his sides, heavy, bruises already forming in place of Skandar's fingers. Will breaks off the kiss and gulps down air, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, and Skandar moves down Will’s throat, sucking bruises into his neck, loosening his tie and nosing under the collar of his shirt, mouthing over every inch of skin he can reach. Will bucks up into Skandar's body, painfully hard now, and he gasps out Skandar's name as his erection slides against Skandar's own, sensitive even through the material of his trousers.
It's about this time when Ben speaks.
"Skandar," is all he says, like a warning, like a harsher imitation of Will's moan.
Will's eyes fly open and Skandar jumps away from him, as if they both had forgotten that Ben was still in the room.
He's standing now, and he makes his way over to them, stops when he's at their side, just closer to Skandar than to Will. Skandar looks frozen in place, tense, avoiding Will's eyes. Will glances at Ben, distinctly uncomfortable again (although now with a hazy edge that is his arousal still pooling in his gut, heating his limbs) and is slightly taken aback at the anger he sees on Ben’s face, the jealously. He watches as Ben leans towards Skandar and whispers something into his ear, and his immediate reaction of get-off-of-him-he's-mine is cut off when Skandar's eyes snap up to his own, wide with surprise but darkened with lust.
Ben is smiling as he straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest, smugly expectant, barely hiding his anger. He takes a few steps backwards, enough to give Skandar and Will plenty of space of their own, and says, "Go ahead."
Skandar just stands there like he’s forgotten how to move, eyes trained on Will, precome leaking from the head of his cock.
Will is still leaning against the wall, which is supporting most of his weight, and he’s still so turned on but it feels so wrong, and he thinks no-no-no but his cock says otherwise, throbbing painfully against the restraint of his trousers.
"Sk-Skan..." he says, can't help it tumbling from his lips, and it's enough to snap Skandar into action. He steps back into Will's space and places an open-mouthed kiss to Will's lips, hands reaching down to unfasten Will’s trousers.
Will has to concentrate to keep his hips from bucking up, to let Skandar finish the buckle and not-so-gently pull his trousers and briefs over his hips and down to his knees, where they fall into a heap scrunched around his feet.
Skandar kisses him again, light, quick, and wraps his hand around Will's cock.
"No," Ben says from behind them. "On your knees, Skandar."
Skandar's hand stills and Will feels his anger return, piercing through his arousal, his need, and he wonders where the hell Ben gets off thinking he can say anything about this, can have anything to do with it, and so he balks a little when Skandar drops to his knees in front of him with barely any hesitation.
"Good boy," Ben says, and Will wants to punch him in the face. That thought, however, soon gets pushed away as Ben continues, "Now suck his cock, Skandar. I know you want to," and Skandar obeys.
He takes the head of Will's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue flitting over the slit. Will's head hits the wall as his whole body jerks, and his hips snap upward, seemingly of their own accord. Skandar keeps sucking but doesn't move right away, letting Will adjust to the sudden overload of sensation. Will, however, reaches out and cradles the back of Skandar’s skull, gently forcing his head forward, thrusting lightly into Skandar's mouth.
"Don't touch him," comes Ben's voice, and then, "Hold his hips, Skandar, don't let him move."
Skandar pulls his mouth off of Will's cock and his hands move from where they were resting on Will's thighs to his hipbones, and he flattens his palms against Will's skin and presses, hard, holding Will against the wall. Will doesn't drop his hand, however, and Ben snarls, "I said, don’t touch him."
When Will still doesn't remove his hand-only tangles his fingers into Skandar's hair-Ben approaches them again and gently grasps Will's wrist, prying it away, and not-so-gently yanks it above Skandar's head. Ben grabs Will's other hand and forces it too over Skandar’s head, both of Will's wrists now pinned against the wall. When Ben is sure that his grip is tight enough that Will can't move, he returns his attention to Skandar.
"Take him deeper," he says, and, for some reason Will still doesn't understand, Skandar does. He sucks Will's precome from the slit and slowly takes Will into his mouth, inch by inch, until his cock hits the back of Skandar’s throat.
Skandar tries loudly to breathe and he hollows his cheeks around Will's cock, can't wipe away the trail of spit that leaks from the corner of his mouth. He can feel Will struggling against his hands on Will’s hips, against Ben's on his wrists, and he understands clearly enough what Will wants. Skandar slowly backs off of Will’s cock until his lips close again around the head, and then he swallows Will back down, his movements faster this time, Will struggling and panting above him.
Will opens his eyes, needs to at least see Skandar if he can't touch him, but he glances first at Ben, who is still standing less than a foot away from him, watching Skandar suck his cock. Ben looks up at about the same time, and smirks at Will, leaning closer to whisper, "Do you like that, Will? You want him like this, on his knees, begging for your cock?"
And as if to prove Ben's point, Skandar moans around Will's dick, and one of his hands slides off of Will's hips and wraps around the base of his cock, a tight ring following the movements of Skandar's mouth.
Will nearly chokes on his sharp intake of breath, and Ben takes that as a 'yes' and chuckles, low in his throat.
"He's such a slut, Will. You should have seen him earlier," Ben says, breath warm against the shell of Will's ear. "You should have heard him, begging for me to fuck him." Will doesn't know why Ben's words make heat pool in his gut, at the base of his spine, but they do, and Will can feel his orgasm building.
His breathing hitches, comes erratically, and Skandar must sense how close Will is, must have heard Ben talking, because his rhythm shifts; he takes less of Will down as he quickens his pace, and Will is able to thrust into Skandar's mouth against the slackened hold on his hips.
Ben notices Will's shallow thrusts, Skandar trying vainly to keep Will still with one hand, and he says, "Let him go, Skan. Let him fuck your mouth," and as Skandar's other hand drops from his hips, Will thrusts, harder than he meant to. He hears Skandar gag, struggling to breathe, and immediately pulls back, tries to hold himself against the heat enveloping his cock and the new-found freedom of his hips.
"You can take it," Ben says to Skandar. "Keep going, Will," but Will doesn't move again until Skandar looks up at him, makes eye contact, message clear: "Go ahead," silently echoing Ben's earlier words.
Will tries to ease his way into it, his thrusts staring shallow and quick, but his cock is aching and soon he's thrusting hard into Skandar's mouth, muttering all the while.
Suddenly, Ben releases Will’s hands, and once Will realizes this he immediately reaches down to cradle Skandar's skull again. His fingers tangle into Skandar's hair, guiding Skandar’s head on and off his cock, and less than a minute later he comes hard into Skandar's mouth, shaking as his orgasm is ripped out of him.
Skandar stills as he swallows down Will's come, and Will's hands drop limply to his sides, his body sagging against the wall. Skandar releases Will's cock and Will reaches out again to frame Skandar's face with one hand, traces his fingertips down Skandar's cheek and cups his chin, tilting his face up.
Skandar gives Will the smallest of smiles-nearly a smirk-and Will laughs, although it comes out more as a husky exhale. He drops his hand and offers it to Skandar, who pulls himself up to stand in front of Will. Skandar leans forward and kisses Will once on the mouth, and Will can feel Skandar's smile against his lips.
Ben says something in a quiet, cold voice; but Skandar ignores him, and Will can't quite make out the words.
Characters/Pairings: Ben/Skandar, Will/Skandar
Word Count: 2,908
Author's Notes: For yamisadomazo, who made me requested it. I hope you like it, hon!
First part here.
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Will, in fact, is having a horrible time.
He loves doing publicity for the movie. Really, he does. He’s proud of it and happy about it and hell, he wants it to do well. But he’s aggravated tonight, and getting asked the same questions over and over again is starting to drive him insane. He thinks that if he has to say, "Training in Brooklyn. Running eight miles every other day. Loved doing stunts. Darker film. Done with Peter, moving on," one more time he's going to march right up to Skandar and tell him to kill him. Put him out of his misery.
Seriously.
To make matters worse, Georgie had approached Anna early on in the night and whispered something to her, pointing and gesturing, to which Anna had giggled rather unlike herself, and they’d been off on their own somewhere (Will has no idea where) ever since.
Anna comes back only once to tell him that they are both tired, and going back to their room to sleep. Will begins to ask, "Where were you guys? What were you-" but Anna shakes her head and laughs, meaning, "Don't ask. It involved some crazy plot of Georgie's." She leans in and kisses him on the cheek, tells him that she'll see him tomorrow morning, and turns and walks off without another word.
"Anna, wait!" Will cries after her. "Have you seen Skandar-?" but she keeps walking, not having heard him over the crowds and the music.
Will slumps back in his chair, scowling. He has no idea where Skandar is. Or Ben, for that matter, he thinks, scanning the room and not finding him. But it’s Skandar he’s most concerned about. After a few more minutes of sulking, he finally gets up to ask Andrew and Mark if they’ve seen him (they haven’t) so he decides to call it a night.
He grabs his sports jacket from the back of his chair and heads to the elevators, absently fingering the key to his and Skandar's room on the way to their floor. The elevator opens with a soft bing!, and Will makes his way quietly to their door, listening outside for a few moments before opening it, trying to find out if Skandar is awake, or even there.
He can’t hear anything, so he swipes his key and pads into the dark room, whispering, "Skandar?" before turning on the bathroom light. He walks over to Skandar's bed (farthest from the door) and tentatively reaches out his hand, feeling around for him. He isn’t there.
"Huh," Will says aloud, wondering where Skandar could be. He decides to check Ben's room, to see if Skandar’s there, still awake and chatting with Ben.
He passes the girls' room on his way down the hallway, and he hears them laughing through the crack in the door, a little sliver of light shining through, held open by the latch lock, as all of them are wont to do. He smiles as he passes, but keeps moving until he’s standing outside of Ben's door, also propped open.
The lights are off, however, and he wonders if maybe Ben’s sleeping, and had just forgotten to close the door.
But then he hears something, almost a murmur, and it slowly articulates itself into Ben’s voice, although Will can’t make out the words. He knocks lightly, and then a little louder a few moments later when he gets no response.
Almost immediately, there is a muffled exclamation of a surprise and what sounds like heavy footsteps. Then the light flicks on and then off again quickly.
"What are you doing?" Will asks curiously, almost laughing. "Have you seen Skandar?" he adds, as he opens the door, beginning to walk inside. Light streams in from the hallway behind him, dimly illuminating the room.
Will stops dead. He can see Skandar, sprawled naked across Ben's king size bed, his release still wet across his chest, eyes wide open and still panting.
Ben is standing at the foot of the bed, looking at Will, and Will thinks he looks part apprehensive, part challenging, part pissed.
There is a few seconds of stunned and tense silence as Will and Ben just look at each other, broken by Skandar, who is trying to claw his way off of the bed, wiping the sheets over his chest, his limbs still loose and weak, mumbling, "Will! Will, I-" There is a frantic kind of urgency in his voice, pleading with Will to stay, to let him explain, to tell him that it's not what it looks like.
Will flinches at Skandar’s words, hurt and angry, and he shakes his head before turning to leave, needing to get away from them, needing to think, needing and wanting no explanation.
"Will!" Skandar says more forcefully, and suddenly Skandar’s behind him, reaching out to grab Will’s wrist and turn him around before he can make it fully out of the door. Will tries to wrench his hand away and averts his gaze from Skandar's still-naked body, distantly glad that no one is in the hallway to see them.
"Stop. Please," Skandar says again, gently this time, and Will doesn't know why he does it, but he stops. "Just…come back in for a sec," Skandar continues, and Will steps back into the room without a word. Skandar closes the door behind him.
Ben is still standing there, watching them, but, thankfully, Will thinks, he's slipped on a pair of boxers. Skandar takes no notice, just looks at Will like he's afraid Will might bolt from the room at any moment.
Will’s never felt more uncomfortable in his life.
He's trying to hold himself together, but he doesn't know how much longer he can manage it. Everything inside him aches, and he's fidgeting nervously, can't think straight, too many thoughts running through his head.
An image comes unbidden into his mind of Skandar with Ben, and something inside of Will snaps. He and Skandar never had anything, and he knows that, but it had seemed so close, so possible, and he was nearly positive that Skandar returned his feelings. So what had just happened?
Inwardly, Will laughs, and it’s derisive and bitter. He realizes that he was stupid to assume Skandar had feelings for him; Skandar was probably just joking, doing everything just in good fun, and he should have realized that. He finds that he can’t even stand the sight of Skandar at the moment, and as Skandar begins to say, "Will, look, I-" Will cuts him off.
"I should go," he says simply, belying any emotion, and he turns to leave again, fighting back angry tears.
"No, Will, wait. Just listen to me for a sec!" Skandar shouts after him, and Will, bristling with anger now, stops again in spite of himself.
Skandar seems surprised that Will did, and it takes him a few moments to say, "Look, Will, this isn't...I didn't mean..." And he gestures between himself and Ben, who is sitting now on the edge of the bed, watching them.
"Forget it, Skandar," Will spits out, looking back at him. "It doesn't matter." He starts to leave for the third time that night, but Skandar grabs his arm again and pulls him around, Will’s momentum pushing him into the stretch of wall behind the closed door.
Will is panting, his eyes alight with anger and indignation, and Skandar looks back at him fiercely, his own eyes bright, as if contemplating something. After a moment, Skandar lunges forward and crushes their mouths together.
And Skandar kisses him, and it's everything Will imagined it would be except that it’s not-it's urgent and violent and uncompromising and tainted, and so completely wrong in so many ways. Will finally pushes Skandar away, but it's a weak attempt, and Skandar fights Will's hands away from his chest and pushes up against him again, attacking his mouth once more.
Will can feel himself getting hard, and this whole thing is so fucked up but he can't help it. Skandar's tongue is insistent against his mouth and Will opens to him, lets Skandar inside, holding back a moan as Skandar traces over his lips, his teeth, every bit of Will's mouth his can reach.
Skandar's fingers are still ringed around Will's wrists, and Skandar releases him only to grab hold of his biceps and pin his arms against the wall on either side of him; and Skandar’s hips slot into place against Will's, holding him still. Skandar keeps kissing him, now light and affectionate, now passionately, concentrated, and Will can feel Skandar getting hard, his cock a warm line against Will’s thigh.
Slowly, Skandar’s grip loosens, and Will’s arms fall back to his sides, heavy, bruises already forming in place of Skandar's fingers. Will breaks off the kiss and gulps down air, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, and Skandar moves down Will’s throat, sucking bruises into his neck, loosening his tie and nosing under the collar of his shirt, mouthing over every inch of skin he can reach. Will bucks up into Skandar's body, painfully hard now, and he gasps out Skandar's name as his erection slides against Skandar's own, sensitive even through the material of his trousers.
It's about this time when Ben speaks.
"Skandar," is all he says, like a warning, like a harsher imitation of Will's moan.
Will's eyes fly open and Skandar jumps away from him, as if they both had forgotten that Ben was still in the room.
He's standing now, and he makes his way over to them, stops when he's at their side, just closer to Skandar than to Will. Skandar looks frozen in place, tense, avoiding Will's eyes. Will glances at Ben, distinctly uncomfortable again (although now with a hazy edge that is his arousal still pooling in his gut, heating his limbs) and is slightly taken aback at the anger he sees on Ben’s face, the jealously. He watches as Ben leans towards Skandar and whispers something into his ear, and his immediate reaction of get-off-of-him-he's-mine is cut off when Skandar's eyes snap up to his own, wide with surprise but darkened with lust.
Ben is smiling as he straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest, smugly expectant, barely hiding his anger. He takes a few steps backwards, enough to give Skandar and Will plenty of space of their own, and says, "Go ahead."
Skandar just stands there like he’s forgotten how to move, eyes trained on Will, precome leaking from the head of his cock.
Will is still leaning against the wall, which is supporting most of his weight, and he’s still so turned on but it feels so wrong, and he thinks no-no-no but his cock says otherwise, throbbing painfully against the restraint of his trousers.
"Sk-Skan..." he says, can't help it tumbling from his lips, and it's enough to snap Skandar into action. He steps back into Will's space and places an open-mouthed kiss to Will's lips, hands reaching down to unfasten Will’s trousers.
Will has to concentrate to keep his hips from bucking up, to let Skandar finish the buckle and not-so-gently pull his trousers and briefs over his hips and down to his knees, where they fall into a heap scrunched around his feet.
Skandar kisses him again, light, quick, and wraps his hand around Will's cock.
"No," Ben says from behind them. "On your knees, Skandar."
Skandar's hand stills and Will feels his anger return, piercing through his arousal, his need, and he wonders where the hell Ben gets off thinking he can say anything about this, can have anything to do with it, and so he balks a little when Skandar drops to his knees in front of him with barely any hesitation.
"Good boy," Ben says, and Will wants to punch him in the face. That thought, however, soon gets pushed away as Ben continues, "Now suck his cock, Skandar. I know you want to," and Skandar obeys.
He takes the head of Will's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue flitting over the slit. Will's head hits the wall as his whole body jerks, and his hips snap upward, seemingly of their own accord. Skandar keeps sucking but doesn't move right away, letting Will adjust to the sudden overload of sensation. Will, however, reaches out and cradles the back of Skandar’s skull, gently forcing his head forward, thrusting lightly into Skandar's mouth.
"Don't touch him," comes Ben's voice, and then, "Hold his hips, Skandar, don't let him move."
Skandar pulls his mouth off of Will's cock and his hands move from where they were resting on Will's thighs to his hipbones, and he flattens his palms against Will's skin and presses, hard, holding Will against the wall. Will doesn't drop his hand, however, and Ben snarls, "I said, don’t touch him."
When Will still doesn't remove his hand-only tangles his fingers into Skandar's hair-Ben approaches them again and gently grasps Will's wrist, prying it away, and not-so-gently yanks it above Skandar's head. Ben grabs Will's other hand and forces it too over Skandar’s head, both of Will's wrists now pinned against the wall. When Ben is sure that his grip is tight enough that Will can't move, he returns his attention to Skandar.
"Take him deeper," he says, and, for some reason Will still doesn't understand, Skandar does. He sucks Will's precome from the slit and slowly takes Will into his mouth, inch by inch, until his cock hits the back of Skandar’s throat.
Skandar tries loudly to breathe and he hollows his cheeks around Will's cock, can't wipe away the trail of spit that leaks from the corner of his mouth. He can feel Will struggling against his hands on Will’s hips, against Ben's on his wrists, and he understands clearly enough what Will wants. Skandar slowly backs off of Will’s cock until his lips close again around the head, and then he swallows Will back down, his movements faster this time, Will struggling and panting above him.
Will opens his eyes, needs to at least see Skandar if he can't touch him, but he glances first at Ben, who is still standing less than a foot away from him, watching Skandar suck his cock. Ben looks up at about the same time, and smirks at Will, leaning closer to whisper, "Do you like that, Will? You want him like this, on his knees, begging for your cock?"
And as if to prove Ben's point, Skandar moans around Will's dick, and one of his hands slides off of Will's hips and wraps around the base of his cock, a tight ring following the movements of Skandar's mouth.
Will nearly chokes on his sharp intake of breath, and Ben takes that as a 'yes' and chuckles, low in his throat.
"He's such a slut, Will. You should have seen him earlier," Ben says, breath warm against the shell of Will's ear. "You should have heard him, begging for me to fuck him." Will doesn't know why Ben's words make heat pool in his gut, at the base of his spine, but they do, and Will can feel his orgasm building.
His breathing hitches, comes erratically, and Skandar must sense how close Will is, must have heard Ben talking, because his rhythm shifts; he takes less of Will down as he quickens his pace, and Will is able to thrust into Skandar's mouth against the slackened hold on his hips.
Ben notices Will's shallow thrusts, Skandar trying vainly to keep Will still with one hand, and he says, "Let him go, Skan. Let him fuck your mouth," and as Skandar's other hand drops from his hips, Will thrusts, harder than he meant to. He hears Skandar gag, struggling to breathe, and immediately pulls back, tries to hold himself against the heat enveloping his cock and the new-found freedom of his hips.
"You can take it," Ben says to Skandar. "Keep going, Will," but Will doesn't move again until Skandar looks up at him, makes eye contact, message clear: "Go ahead," silently echoing Ben's earlier words.
Will tries to ease his way into it, his thrusts staring shallow and quick, but his cock is aching and soon he's thrusting hard into Skandar's mouth, muttering all the while.
Suddenly, Ben releases Will’s hands, and once Will realizes this he immediately reaches down to cradle Skandar's skull again. His fingers tangle into Skandar's hair, guiding Skandar’s head on and off his cock, and less than a minute later he comes hard into Skandar's mouth, shaking as his orgasm is ripped out of him.
Skandar stills as he swallows down Will's come, and Will's hands drop limply to his sides, his body sagging against the wall. Skandar releases Will's cock and Will reaches out again to frame Skandar's face with one hand, traces his fingertips down Skandar's cheek and cups his chin, tilting his face up.
Skandar gives Will the smallest of smiles-nearly a smirk-and Will laughs, although it comes out more as a husky exhale. He drops his hand and offers it to Skandar, who pulls himself up to stand in front of Will. Skandar leans forward and kisses Will once on the mouth, and Will can feel Skandar's smile against his lips.
Ben says something in a quiet, cold voice; but Skandar ignores him, and Will can't quite make out the words.