Narnia RPS: The Moment Comes

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Title: The Moment Comes

Author: Rose

Beta: None, all mistakes are my own

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia RPS

Pairing: Skander/Ben, Will

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Notes/Summary/Warnings: Pure smut, written for the wonderful Narnia Kinkmeme

Summary: Ben wants Skander. Will says he has to share...



The after party is coming to an end and with it Bens part in the Narnia franchise. He would be sad about it but it’s late, he’s had a few too many glasses of champagne, very little food, has been down the red carpet and through the emotional turmoil of Birdsong. The sadness is taking a back seat. He’ll be sad tomorrow. For tonight, there is one more thing he would like to do.
Ben watched The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe when it first came out. He had been looking forward to it having loved the book. He loved every moment of the film, feeling like a kid again. Throughout it though Skandar’s beauty that had taken his breath away. But it had been in an abstract, he’s a beautiful child way.

Then he had got the part in Prince Caspian. He hadn’t been able to believe it as he found himself on set, swords and horses and costumes and little green golf balls for talking badgers. Ben had offered Skandar his hand in their first meeting and smiled at him, repeating to himself that Skandar was underage, his co-star; that they would be working together for months. But it didn’t work. Ben found that Skandar’s beauty was a great deal less abstract when faced with it every day.

As weeks on set went by Ben found he liked all the others, they were fun and welcoming, making space for him in their little family. He thinks he was probably the first one to realise when Will and Skandar’s relationship changed. He knows he was the only one who was overcome with jealousy.

And then he couldn’t help it, despite the easy friendship growing between them all. No longer did he only see Skandar’s beauty. He started to notice the golden contrast that Will made as they stood close together on set. Or the force with which Will’s charismatic presence knocked against Skandar’s quiet, clumsy, awkward, teenage grace.

Then filming ended and the break before Dawn Treader stretched longer and longer so that when they finally returned to Narnia Ben was faced with a grown, beautiful and legal Skandar. A Skandar he could hang out with, laugh with, tease and be teased by. But still he wouldn’t let himself think more might be possible. They had to work together, the movie was too important. And, in case he ever thought of throwing caution to the wind, there was still Will.
Will who Skandar talked to every week. Will who came to set more than required for his one scene. Will who was vibrant and firm and broad next to Skandar’s lithe form; no longer clumsy; instead full of a subtle strength.

It was somewhere in filming Dawn Treader, on one of Will’s visits, that Ben realised something. Will watched him. He could feel his gaze following him. He also realised this wasn’t new. That it had always been like this. Throughout Prince Caspian and the following press tour he had felt or seen Will’s eyes on him and had simply ignored it, choosing friendship over his desire because to laugh and joke and smile was easier.

He realised something else after Will left. Something far more dangerous and far more tempting; that though Will and Skandar weren’t simply friends, nor were they boyfriends. That it wasn’t that easy to define. And that, if Ben approached it in the right way, there might just be a possibility.

Then he had repeated his refrain. Not while filming, not while working together.
And now they weren’t. The after party was coming to an end and they were no longer working together. Skandar was no longer too young; no longer his co-star and still very much the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And Will was here and Ben felt the happy fuzz of champagne and adrenaline so he walked over to him, motioning them into a private corner of the room and leaning in to make his… suggestion.

Ben isn’t sure exactly what he’d been expecting; shock maybe, an angry refusal or perhaps even a lust filled yes.

He watches Will closely as he explains.

“I’ve always found him beautiful.”

He watches as Will nods.

“I know you’re sort of together.”

“Thought maybe I should check with you.”

“Don’t want to ruin things”

He watches as Will smiles fondly.

“Want him”

“Tonight, before it’s too late”

Watches as Wills eyes fill with desire.

He definitely hadn’t been expecting Wills suggestion.

“Only if I get to watch”

Ben knows his eyes have widened slightly. He had been kind off expecting Will would suggest a threesome, perhaps even hoping. It wouldn’t have shocked him. He hadn’t expected this.

“And direct”

He gulps as heat pools between his legs, the suit trousers suddenly feeling too tight.
Then he looks carefully at Will, all golden confidence and white smile.

“Sure. My place?”

Will walks away to find Skandar, saying he will meet Ben in an hour. Ben whole face lights up as he smiles.

After waiting so long, another hour doesn’t seem too bad.

An hour turns out to be almost unbearable. The anticipation is almost too much for him. He can’t sit still and he can’t stop smiling. Ben throws his dirty clothes into the bottom of his wardrobe, pulling the unmade bed together and shoving his breakfast things into the dishwasher. The doorbell finally rings.

He jumps down the stairs, taking them three at a time and landing smoothly in the hallway. He breaths deeply but it’s no use, he can’t fake calm when he can feel his arousal building under his skin.

He pulls the door open and for just a moment loses track of everything. Skandar stands before him, dressed for the premier, with Will behind him. He looks confused and a little shocked to see Ben. Will has his hand firmly on Skandar’s shoulder.

“Ben.” Will sounds like he always does, relaxed, at ease. Skandar shifts under his hand and Ben notices it tighten.

“Will, what’s, why are we?”

Skandar’s eyes are a little wide and he chews on his lower lip. Ben finds it hard to breath. He says something welcoming and gestures them inside. Will never releases his hold on Skandar’s shoulder as they proceed Ben up the stairs.

Walking up behind them Ben considers how to approach this. He doesn’t know what Will has told Skandar but from the confused look on the boy’s face he is beginning to suspect he didn’t know they were coming here.

For a moment they simply stand in Ben’s living room, the tension starting to build. Then Will smiles and steps away from Skandar.

Neither Ben nor Skandar move though Skandar’s gaze flicks between Will and Ben.

“Why didn’t you just say we were going to Ben’s?”

Skandar’s question confirms that he has no idea what is going on and Ben takes a step towards him, ready to explain, to ask if he’s ok with it, but Will speaks before he can.

“You want him right? You’ve wanted him since we first met him.”

It takes Skandar’s rising blush for Ben to realise who Will is talking to.

“I, Will, that’s not, I mean, he’s, we’re.”

Skandar can’t seem to decide what to say or where to start. He is chewing his lower lip again. Ben moves forward quickly, reaching out and gently coxing Skandar’s lip free, running his finger along it.

“What’s going on?” Though Skandar’s eyes are huge and confused as he looks up at Ben his voice is strong.

Ben can feel the words form under his finger as it traces Skandar’s beautiful, full lower lip. He wants to slip his finger into Skandar’s mouth, to see Skandar’s cheeks hollow as he sucks it, to feel the gentle bite of Skandar’s teeth. He pulls back slightly. He is standing inches from Skandar’s slighter form.

“Ben’s going to fuck you.” Will answers, pausing.

Then, “I’m going to watch.”

Will voice is smooth, firm. It’s a tone Ben recognises, it’s Will’s; I’m High King and you will do as I say voice. Even if he wanted to Ben thinks that tone would be hard to argue with.
Skandar however takes a step back, shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t think that’s such a good.” He starts.

“I know you want him.” Will counters before Skandar can finish.

Ben watches them for a moment before deciding to step in. His finger still feels warm from Skandar’s lip. He has wanted this for so long. He won’t let Will attitude scare Skandar off now. Though he wonders why Will is so determined, or why Skandar doesn’t snap at the tone. He wouldn’t usually let anyone use that tone with him. He thinks it could be important. He will come back to it later.

For now he focuses on Skandar.

“Skand, mate…”

Skandar’s eyes meet his, unsure and a little angry.

“No one is here to force you to do anything.”

He hopes his voice is reassuring, though he thinks Skandar must be able to hear his desire.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

Skandar looks disbelieving.

“You don’t have to believe me but it’s true. You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, right”

Skandar smirks and scoffs slightly.

It makes Ben angry. He takes a step forward, once more crowding Skandar’s personal space but
this time he kisses him, trying to erase the smirk.

Skandar gasps at the contact and Ben slips his tongue inside the heat of the younger man’s mouth. Then he feels slim arms wrap around his neck as Skandar presses up against him, returning the kiss, all tongue and dry, chapped lips. It’s intoxicating.

Ben pulls back.

“It’s true Skandar.”

Bens hands slips down Skandar’s back, stopping just as they touch the leather of his belt. He won’t go any further, not yet.

“You were too young”

Skandar lowers his arms, he’s angry again. He’s always been touchy about his age.

Ben keeps his hands where they are, holding Skandar loosely in place. That kiss confirmed Wills words and Ben won’t let him go now, not when he knows Skandar wants him too.

“I wasn’t too young on Dawn Treader”

“We were working together”

Skandar nods. Then he looks at Will.

“Why did Will bring me here”

Ben isn’t sure what to say.

“Ben asked me for permission.”

He should have known Will would be brash, would put it like that as though Ben had asked to borrow him.

“I gave it.”

Ben wants to curse Will as Skandar tenses.

“So long as I get to watch”

“And direct.”

Wills voice is softer with these words and Skandar look intently at Will. Ben doesn’t understand the silent communication taking place.

“Yeah, ok.” Skandar sounds breathless and Ben decides he doesn’t need to understand. Not right now. Not when Skandar looks up at Ben, his big brown eyes still a little unsure but now filled with longing.

He kisses him again and allows him hands to drift lower, using his height to pull Skandar up and into him, almost lifting him from his feet. Skandar kisses back, tongue fighting for dominance, his fingers slipping tentatively into Ben’s hair. The action feels somehow more intimate than the kiss and Bens grip tightens, causing Skandar to moan.

Ben wants to keep kissing Skandar forever.

Then Wills voice interrupts.

“Which ways your bedroom Ben?”

Ben expects Skandar to tense again, he simply sighs against Bens lips, the sound filled with frustration. It goes straight to Ben’s already half hard erection.

Ben makes a gesture towards his bedroom and Will heads towards it, looking back over his shoulder to ensure they are following.

Ben had expected Will to join them even after what he’d said so he’s slightly surprised to see Will shoving a few items of the chair in the corner of Bens room and shifting it towards the bed, settling himself down. His long, lean legs stretched out before him. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt before pulling it off, revealing a singlet underneath, his arms bare.

Then he looks expectantly at Ben, as though to say; Well?

Ben looks at Will, then the bed, then Skandar. He doesn’t move for a moment. He wants to savour this.

Then he takes Skandar’s hand and moves them both further into the room, finally stopping at the foot of the bed. He runs a hand through Skandar’s hair only to have Skandar laugh at him.

“I’m not a girl”

It is so Skandar, to tease him at this moment that he can’t help but laugh. Ben leans it to kiss along his jaw line and down his neck. At some point since Ben last saw him Skandar has removed his suit jacket so as he kisses him Ben works on the small buttons of his shirt.

Skandar tilts his head to one side, giving Ben better access. He whimpers slightly when Ben bites down, one hand coming up to grip Bens shoulder.

"Ben." His voice is high and breathless and Ben cannot help but tease back.

"Thought you said you weren't a girl."

Then he is pushing Skandar’s shirt off his slim white shoulders and everything else is forgotten.

There is a light dusting of freckles along Skandar’s collarbone. Ben wants to kiss each of them, to gently lick and nip and touch every inch of Skandar skin. But Skandar is short than him and the angle isn’t right. He has to stoop too much. He thinks for a second about picking Skandar up but doubts it would be appreciated.

Instead he moves Skandar round until the backs of his legs are pressed against the bed. Then, smiling down at him, he gently shoves. Skandar goes willingly, falling backwards and bouncing himself slightly, as though testing the bed. The sound of his chuckle makes Ben’s stomach feel funning and drives home that this is real.

He really has Skandar spread out on his bed, smirking up at him, one eyebrow starting to raise the way it did when they would play fight on deck between takes. Ben pushes aside the thoughts that Skandar is barely legal, still a teen, ten years younger than him; pushes aside his being in some sort of a relationship with the man currently watching them so intently. He ignores it all because this is Skandar, beautiful, intelligent, teasing, snarky Skandar and he has wanted him forever.

He kneels on the bed, his knees either side of Skandar and leans forward to push Skandar’s shirt open. His fingers run gently up from the waist of Skandar’s suit trousers, over ribs and up, tracing the freckles he wants to kiss. Skandar’s stomach flutters and his breathing hitches slightly. Then Ben gives in and starts to kiss each freckle for just a moment. Skandar starts to squirm uncomfortably, he’s not comfortable with hugs and Ben had always wondered how this would translate in such an intimate moment. As Skandar moves away slightly Ben nips him, sucking and tonguing gently, purposefully leaving a mark. Skandar stops breathing, then moans, his squirm becoming something else entirely as his hips buck against Ben.

“Hold him down.”

Wills voice from the corner, steady but obviously effected. Ben moves his hand to Skandar’s hip, trying to hold him in place.

Ben finds he can’t hold Skandar down with one hand so uses his weight, settling on Skandar’s legs. He continues his path across Skandar’s chest until he feels Skandar moves, shifting under him as he starts to try and wriggle out of his shirt while simultaneously reaching out to unbutton Bens.

Ben sits back, his hands going to his own buttons.

“Stop”

Wills voice is husky, deeper than Ben remembers it.

“Skandar, you do it. Slowly.”

Skandar pushes his own shirt off completely before reaching out to unbutton Ben’s shirt. Skandar tries to sit up so Bens lifts himself off his legs, giving Skandar the chance to shift.
As Ben watches Skandar undoes the top button, then leans forward and gently licks the exposed skin. Ben can’t take his eyes of Skandar, their position is awkward and he thinks he can see Skandar’s hands trembling slightly with each small button.

When he can’t bend enough to reach Ben’s now exposed stomach long, slim fingers take over, his nails gently scraping until his shirt hangs open.

Skandar leans back slightly and just looks, his eyes running over Ben. Then he smiles and leans up and kisses Ben almost brutally. His fingers tangling and pulling in Bens short hair. Ben bites down on Skandar’s lower lip, their tongues battling. Ben desperately wants to touch Skandar but he is leaning back on his arms, holding them both up; his has shirt fallen off his shoulders and is tangles around his wrists. If he moves then will collapse and he is too close to the edge of the bed.

Will moans and Ben wonders momentarily what he is doing. Then he feels Skandar’s hand on his belt buckle.

The back of Skandar’s hand brushes across Ben’s stomach as slim fingers try to undo his belt. Unable to do so Skandar is distracted, his kisses becoming sloppy then stopping as he pulls back to glance down.

“Skandar get off the bed.”

Ben wants to hit Will as Skandar starts to move away.

“Ben lie down.”

Ben moves never taking his eyes of Skandar who is now standing; topless, his suit trousers tenting with an obvious erection.

“So you’ve stopped us, now what?”

Skandar’s arousal and annoyance easy to read in his words and for the first time since this started Ben looks over at Will.

He is sprawled on the wooden chair, legs out in front of him, his fly undone and one hand lazily moving beneath the fabric of his trousers. His white singlet has risen up revealing a few inches of golden tanned skin.

He is beautiful.

“Now strip. Stand at the foot of the bed so Ben can watch you.”

Ben wants to refuse this instruction, he wants the pleasure of gently pulling Skandar’s trousers down, revealing pale skin inch by glorious inch. But then Skandar is standing before him, his hands quickly unbuckling his belt and popping open the top button of his trousers and Ben decides this is ok as well.

Ben’s erection is becoming painful pressed against the zipper of his now too tight trousers but he makes no move to undo it. He watches Skandar with lust filled dark eyes.

Skandar’s trousers slip down his legs and he toes himself out of his shoes, managing to slip his socks off without bending down to remove them. He steps away from the small bundle of cloths.

Skandar is naked. Pale and slim, his hip bones making the perfect arrow, guiding Ben’s eye towards his erection nestled among dark curls and standing hard and slightly red against his stomach.

Ben’s mouth is dry.

“Nicely avoided.” Will comments, his laugh deep and gentle.

“Sock Gap.” Skandar grins back.

Ben isn’t really paying attention, too distracted by the sight of Skandar and the overwhelming desire to move, to reach out, to grab him and press him to the bed. He must look confused because Skandar raises an eyebrow at him.

“You’ve never seen Coupling?”

Ben shakes his head, the question is so completely out of place and so normal that it is surreal.

“You should.”

Then Skandar is climbing back onto the bed and crawling up Ben, straddling him, his hands deftly unbuckling Bens belt now that he is at a better angle.

“Skandar”

Ben wonders at the sound of his own voice, so husky and laden with want.

Skandar doesn’t answer, simply smirks and unzips. The sound of his zipper seems unnaturally loud to Ben. The slight pressure of Skandar’s fingers and they pull it down slowly, teasingly, makes Bens erection jump. Then Skandar is hooking his fingers under Ben’s boxers and gently tugging. Ben lifts his hips automatically and raises himself up slightly to watch as Skandar manoeuvres himself until he can slip Bens trousers and boxers off, he is ungraceful and their legs get slightly tangled but it is real and brilliant.

Ben reaches out to Skandar the minute he is naked but Skandar resists him, refusing to be pulled back up. He sits simply looking until Ben starts to feel slightly uncomfortable.

“What?”

Skandar shakes his head slightly, making eye contact and blushing. “You the most beautiful thing I’ve…” Skandar trails off and lies down next to Ben, bringing their lips together.

Ben feels a little thrill at Skandar’s words. Will is sitting right there, watching them and though Ben doesn’t expect anything more than tonight, knowing that Will heard Skandar, knowing that Skandar thinks he’s beautiful. He cannot decide which is having the greater effect on him.
Then Skandar, lying next to Ben presses up against him and Ben feels his erection pushed up against his own naked hip. It brings him back to the moment with total clarity. He reaches out, pulling Skandar round, strong hands on Skandar’s hip, guiding him until the smaller man is settled over Bens lap, their erections pressed together, hot skin on hot skin. It is wonderful and Ben can feel as Skandar pulse and he moans, pressing them closer together.

Ben reaches down between them, wrapping his hand around them both and moving it gently, teasingly. He knows he won’t be able to keep it up for long, he doesn’t want to come like this, but he can’t resist touching any longer.

“Skandar, come and sit on the end of the bed.”

Ben groans, his head shaking even as he moves his hand away. Skandar shudders, whispering at Ben, telling him not to stop.

“Move Skandar”

Skandar moves and Ben is left lying there until Will speaks again.

“Ben, kneel in front of him.”

Ben closes his eyes for just a second before getting up and walking around the bed. He glances at Will, who is watching him intently. Then he is in front of Skandar and slowly sinking to his knees. He places his hands on Skandar’s thighs, he can feel them trembling slightly, Skandar’s whole body is shaking with need. Skandar’s eyes widen at the sight of Ben kneeling in front of him. “Now what?” Ben asks Will without taking his eyes off Skandar. He thinks he could watch Skandar like this forever.

“What do you think? Go down on him, make him come.”

Ben can hear the deep laughter in Wills voice.

Still watching Skandar Ben sees him gulp. He grins and lowers his head enough to lick the tip of Skandar’s erection without taking his eyes off him. Skandar stares at Ben, his eyes wide. Then he smirks, one hand come up and tangling in Ben’s hair. It’s all the invitation Ben needs and he takes Skandar as deep as he can in one swift movement, hearing Skandar and Will both moan as he does.

Ben reels at the feeling of Skandar, hot and hard, his skin so soft. He moves his hand, using his tongue and hand together. Skandar’s hips starts to pump in time with Bens movements.
Ben gently pulls Skandar further forward on the bed so that he can cups Skandar’s balls, gently rolling them in one hand. He can hear Skandar’s breath becoming harsher, quicker. If he keeps doing this Skandar’s going to come. Ben doesn’t watch him to. Not like this. He doesn’t know if he will ever get to do this again and he wants to watch Skandar come undone beneath him so he pulls back.

Skandar groans in protest, his hand still in Ben’s hair.

Ben kneels up, gently pushing Skandar back.

“Lie down Skandar” He whispers and Skandar smiles. Not a smirk this time, something far gentler and it makes Bens stomach tighten.

Ben thinks he hears Will protest but he’s not listening. If this isn’t what Will had imagined he will just have to get over it. Ben wants this and he’s going to have it.

He wants to settle between Skandar’s legs, to push them apart, resting them on his shoulders.
He wants to push himself into the wonderful heat of Skandar’s body. And he will.

“Can you reach the top draw in the bedside table?”

Ben keeps his voice soft but even he can hear the restrained need in every syllable. Skandar shifts, wriggling slightly and reaches out, pulling the draw open and groping inside it. Of every sight this evening has offered up, Ben thinks this one, Skandar stretched out awkwardly, triumphantly removing his hand from the draw with lube and a condom, will stay with him the longest. Not because it is the most beautiful or the hottest but because he wants to see it again and again, every night.

Skandar aimlessly chucks his find at Ben and the condom slips to the floor. Ben turns to retrieve it and his eyes meet Wills. He raises an eyebrow, not sure if he is questioning or challenging. Will pauses then nods, not saying a word. He has pushed his trousers down slightly for better access and his firmly stroking himself.

Turning his attention back where it belongs he pops the cap of the lube, coating his fingers and finally settling himself between Skandar’s legs. He doesn’t have to shift them, as Skandar grabs a pillow, shoving it under his own hips and placing his legs over Bens thighs, offering himself up.

Ben can’t decide if he is relieved at the proof that Skandar isn’t a virgin, that this almost child before him knows what he is doing, or angry and jealous. He dismisses his thoughts and instead dribbles the lube over Skandar’s tight hole making him squirm and giggle slightly.
Then he is gently pushing his finger in and his world narrows, focusing on that one tiny space, the heat of Skandar around his finger, he pushes in, over his knuckle. Skandar is tight and he can hear him gasping. He pulls his finger out, adding another; intent and aroused beyond imagining as he prepares Skandar, stretching him out.

Skandar is moaning in earnest now, a stream of half-finished words and curses filling the room. Ben thinks he can Wills pants behind him. Skandars erection is red and hard, leaking pre-come onto his stomach. Ben is so hard he is almost in pain but he continues to tease Skandar open.
Then his fingers brush Skandars prostate and the younger man howls out, his whole body bucking.

“Ben, oh Ben, Ben.”

Ben rubs gently before pulling out. Skandar keeps repeating his name as Ben roles the condom on, spreading as much lube as he can over himself. He is so sensitive he isn’t sure how he’s going to last so he grabs his balls, squeezing hard enough to hurt. It helps a little. Then he lifts Skandar’s legs, placing them over his shoulders. The position is not the easiest but he wants to watch Skandar’s every expression.

As he pushes in Skandar lifts himself up slightly, almost folding himself in half to kiss Ben, his incoherent moans swallowed by their kiss.

Then Ben is in, buried deep in Skandar. He pauses, holding himself still and looking down at Skandar, sweaty and beautiful before him. Ben must have bitten hard at one point as Skandar has a bruise forming on his collar bone.

His legs are starting to shake with the effort of keeping himself still. Then Skandar shift, pushing himself against Ben while growling,

“Move already”

It’s more than Ben can take and he pulls out almost all the way before pushing back in. Skandar’s back arches as Ben sets a steady pace, trying the draw this out, he focuses on Skandar’s face, the little things, the way he bites his lip, his slight frown, the flush across his pale cheeks.

Then Ben shifts slightly and finds Skandar’s prostate again. Skandar clamps down almost painfully as he bucks with pleasure and Ben can’t keep the slow pace going, his movements becoming jerky as he finds Skandar’s prostate again and again.

“I’m close, oh Ben, Ben, please, Ben, I need…” Skandar isn’t moving to touch himself, he’s pleading, begging Ben whose hand moves automatically to Skandar’s erection. One, two, three firm strokes and Skandar’s whole body tenses. His mouth opens but he is utterly silent as his orgasm rips through him. His warm come coats Ben’s finger.

Bens movements become erratic, he can feel the own orgasm building, the heaving feeling in his stomach, the tightness of breath. As Skandar’s body clenches down on Ben he jerks, cry’s Skandar’s name and comes. He collapses against the younger man beneath him, both of them blacking out slightly, their breathing heavy.

Skandar shoves slightly.

“You’re heavy you oaf, move.”

Ben laughs, deep and happy before slipping out of Skandar and rolling over. As he disposes of the condom he once more looks over to Will. He is slumped back against the chair, golden hair plastered to his forehead, wiping one hand on his top, his breathing deep and his eyes half lidded as he watches them.

Ben feels a moment of worry, now what? He wants to curl up, pull Skandar against him, sticky come, sweat and all and go to sleep. But he doesn’t know if he is allowed to. Then Skandar reaches out, his aim bad as his limbs still don’t seem to be working properly. But he grabs at Ben, pulling him back down.

“You’re a total wanker Ben, we could have been doing that for months.”

Skandar’s voice is shaking and low but his movements are becoming slightly surer as he pushes Ben back down then roles over to basically lie on top of him.

Ben doesn’t say anything, he completely agrees. But he does look over the top of Skandar’s dark head, watching Will. Will looks awkward for the first time all night, like he wasn’t expecting this any more than Ben was. Ben isn’t sure what to do and then Skandar speaks and Ben doesn’t have to do anything.

“Close the curtains Will and come to bed already.”

Will grins and stands up, stripping fully for the first time all evening and Ben is rewarded with a beautiful view of firm muscles before Will pulls the curtains closed and climbs onto the bed next to them both.

“He’ll sleep like that all night.”
Ben can hear Wills laugh and Skandar’s answering chuckle.

“Great, a Skandar blanket.”

“Better you than me Ben.”

“Shut up. Ben killed me. Sleep now. More tomorrow.”

Ben’s not sure what Skandar means by more, but he sees a quick flash of Wills grin in the semi-darkness of his room and dares to hope.