TW: Explicit Micah x Benny

Considering Benny hadn't expected the dinner to go as well as it had, Micah assumed Kennedy had thought the opposite, because the restaurant was suspiciously close to Micah's apartment and therefore, a swift ten minute walk. Micah's phone buzzed no less than three times in that ten minute duration, and he refused to check it even as he waited outside the pharmacy for Benny and James to finish up with their purchase.

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and blamed his shiver on the chill in the air. It was still summer, but nights by the ocean were always a little brisk.

The automatic door slid ajar. Benny beamed, a little skip in his step as he hurried ahead of Micah to lead the way. James fell in line with Micah and a few paces back.

It was a quiet ascent to Micah's apartment unit, and Micah wondered if it was supposed to feel like a death march, because he very much felt the opposite. His brain had been recalibrating ever since James had spoken up at the dinner table—not to become attracted to James, but rather, to fuck Benny.

Fucking Benny had been so far off his radar that the possibility died freshmen year after their first threesome. That possibility was resurrected in a matter of hours, days if he counted the time he'd spent mentally preparing for their dinner date. And now, he couldn't unthink the thoughts he had about Benny's slacks hugging his ass, or the way he'd rolled up the sleeves of his button-up over the course of the walk.

Benny always had impeccable forearms...

Weird to think that he was unfuckable this time last week, Micah thought, amazed by the switch that had turned on in his brain.

He glanced at James. It would take more than cucking James to flip the "fuckable" switch in Micah's brain for him. As disappointing as this realization was, Micah decided it was for the best. He'd spent too long worrying about Benny's insecurities about his partners to risk accidentally flirting with Benny's fiancé.

Benny was waiting at Micah's door for them. "When're you gonna give me a spare?" Benny asked.

"And risk you walking in on me fucking your brother? No thanks," Micah said. He stuck the key in the door as Benny gagged on Micah's visual.

Micah brought out slippers for them as they took off their shoes. "You know where the bathroom is," Micah said, dismissively, only to turn and find Benny right in front of him.

Benny took the slippers, and Micah wondered if he was well aware of what he was doing when he said, "Thanks."

Micah blinked at the proximity. On complete impulse and gin, Micah asked, "I just realized I never asked at dinner—Is kissing allowed?"

Benny's reaction confirmed that he hadn't known what he was doing at all. He blinked and when he turned, James was put in Micah's sights.

Whatever brief glimpse of awkwardness Micah saw vanished at James' tentative smile. "Sure. Kissing's allowed."

Micah cupped a hand beneath Benny's jaw and guided him back around. Palm to his throat, Micah went hot at the look of utter wonder in Benny's eyes before Micah brought their lips together.

Benny kissed with desperation—Alistair did, too, but Benny's was tender and filled with weepy longing that soaked Micah's tongue in moans. He supposed this came with the territory of Benny being a talker, but in between kisses, Benny was breathing, "Oh my God—Holy shit—"

Micah was mindful of where he put his hands with James watching. He kept Benny's head ensnared by the jaw, opening him up, and tracing Benny's tongue with his own. The other hand, he kept in his pocket.

When he released Benny, he was out of breath when he repeated, "You know where the bathroom is."

Benny's lips split into a smile. He lunged at Micah, into his arms, and said, "Carry me?"

Micah rolled his eyes, grinning as Benny peppered him with kisses again. He put a hand out blindly to James and when he didn't take it immediately, Micah said, "Only chance you'll ever hold my hand. Take it or leave it."

James took it.

Micah hitched his free hand under Benny's ass, not that he needed to. Benny's thighs had a vice grip on his hips that wouldn't relent as he climbed the stairs. Benny tucked his chin against Micah's shoulder, no doubt smiling down at James. He could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "I'm so excited."

"I can tell," Micah teased, laughing.

Benny squeezed him tighter.

At the bathroom, Benny relinquished his grip on Micah. He shut the door behind him, leaving Micah with James. James' hand was clammy in his own by the time they reached the bedroom.

Micah half-closed the door. When he turned to James, he found the man looking downright petrified. All his nerves were out the window.

"Are you sure this is okay?" James asked.

I was about to ask you the same thing—! Micah thought. "Yeah, but only if it's okay with you."

When James didn't respond immediately, Micah took him by the shoulders and sat him on the edge of the bed. Micah dragged the armchair closer to sit on. "Was that kiss all right with you?" he asked.

"What?" James said.

"Watching me kiss him. I feel like that's a good jealousy gauge."

"Oh. Then no, it didn't bother me. I'm just—" He looked down at his fidgeting hands.

It occurred to Micah that he might be fucking up the single best relationship Benny had ever had. "I'll give Benny a hard no if you aren't cool with this in any way. I don't even have to say it's because you're uncomfortable. You can blame me, if you want."

"N-Now I'm kinda scared you're gonna break him."

All Micah could think was, This again? He hung his head.

James stammered, "Not that—! I mean, I know you guys have done it and he's survived, but—"

"S-Survived." Micah wanted to laugh. He put a hand over his face so James wouldn't see.

"He's just a very sensitive person. What if he tears something? He hates being in physical pain."

Micah covered his mouth and looked away, wishing he could simultaneously die and time travel to next Wednesday Brunch—fuck, they were doing Wednesday Dinners now—when he'd recap everything for Kennedy.

"I'm serious. I don't want you to hurt him," James insisted.

"I don't know how else to say this, but," Micah started, clasping both hands onto James' knees, "I'm in charge of Benny tonight. And I'll take good care of him. I've fucked half of the island without any complaints—Well, aside from soreness, maybe, but he'll survive that."

"S-Soreness..." James' voice was low and mortified.

That didn't help at all, did it, Micah thought. He rerouted. "Just trust that I know what's best tonight. And if we make you super uncomfortable, you know what to say, right?"

"R-Red," James said. "What if—But what if Benny's hurting and he doesn't say 'red'?"

"I'll check in with him more than usual if you want," Micah said. "And it's not like we're gagging you. You can ask him yourself, too."

James had lost steam in his argument. He licked his lips, staring Micah in the eyes like he thought he might find Jesus Christ in there assuring him everything would be alright. Instead, what he got was Micah, looking utterly lost and wishing he had Kennedy's comforting flashcards on hand.

In their silence, the bathroom door lock popped open. Benny's footsteps padded down the hall to the half-closed door, which he shoved open without a care. He was still folding his shirt like it was completely natural for Micah to be seeing him in his boxer briefs for the first time since he accidentally walked in on Benny exiting the shower when they lived together.

Benny practically shouted, "Man! I didn't know you got a heated bidet!"

Micah was staring at Benny's short, elastic boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. Benny's tan line left a pale trim just beneath the hem that Micah knew he'd be biting. It was a need, not a want.

"We're starting now," Micah said, unbuttoning his shirt as he crossed the room.

"Wha—" Benny started, only to squeal when Micah ducked down for a fireman carry and heaved him off the ground.

With James as a captive witness on the edge of Micah's bed, Micah threw back the comforter with his free hand before swinging Benny off his shoulder. Momentum sent Benny bouncing on the mattress, laughing hysterically as he cried, "Wait, wait, wait—"

Micah hitched Benny by the hips to the edge of the mattress, legs twisted off to the side. Sure, he'd shared a bed with Benny since their first threesome, but never with context like this. Never with his dick hard and against the underside of Benny's boxers.

Benny's hand ghosted over Micah's hip, stuttering, "H-Holy shit."

"I'm waiting," Micah said.

"I just—" He glanced over at James, who had the comforter twisted over his lap like a virgin hiding their boner under a pillow. His doe eyes were locked and loaded on Benny and Micah's nearly-fused hips. "Are we okay? Like, is this...?"

"Yes, we're okay. Better than okay, I think," James said, voice cracking. He swallowed hard when he met Micah's eyes. After a second, he asked, "You know what to say if it's too much, right?"

"Red," Benny said. "Yellow for slow down; green we're good. Good?"

"Good," Micah agreed as he shed his shirt and opened the fly on his slacks. "I'm just going to show you the basics. We're going to start with mating press and then doggy."

"Th-Those are basics?" James squeaked, comforter now to his chin like he was looking at a sleep paralysis demon.

Micah fetched the lube from his nightstand alongside a condom packet. As he did, his eyes traced Benny's fingers as they lowered the waistband on those skimpy black boxers. They came down to his knees, at which point, Micah had one hand free to help shuck them off.

Micah had intentionally ejected every memory he had of Benny's dick but now, there it was, front and center. He was just as well-endowed as his brother, cut, and perky. There was a curve to it that Micah reckoned could be the reason why James was being so difficult about topping—he'd heard that a nice curve did wonders for a bottom.

Micah stepped out of his pants and kicked them off to the side lest they become a tripping or slipping hazard. He didn't think twice about dropping his own boxers after them—until he caught Benny staring.

Benny sat up a little straighter, pressing his heels into the bed on either side of Micah's hips. "Did you get bigger?" Benny asked, and grabbed Micah by the balls.

Every nerve in Micah's body jumped at the sensation. Benny's grip was hot and pulsed, massaging down his length to the tip as Micah leaned a hand onto the bed and said, "Pretty sure—I've always been this size. If you're gonna jerk me off, do me a favor."

He tossed the open condom to Benny, who rolled it onto Micah with ease. All the while, Micah's free hand popped open the lube cap. Once the condom was on, Micah hooked his fingers between Benny's to pry his dick free. He laid their joined hands on Benny's naval, easing him back down.

"For people who aren't used to anal, doggy's the easiest on the person receiving," Micah explained. He freed his hand from Benny's just to grab him by the shin and hitch his leg higher. "But mating press will really open him up. I've heard it feels better to start with the press."

Though his eyes were on Benny's face, and though his fingers were now in Benny's ass, Micah's words were for James alone. He looked over to confirm James was paying attention.

James was staring at Micah's knuckle as it disappeared inside. Benny trembled in ways Alistair didn't, felt silkier than Alistair did, and was full of unbridled energy that Alistair didn't bother to display even if he did feel it. Benny was clingier, too, and was bound to hold Micah's wrist, his elbow, his bicep at every turn of the night.

"Are you taking notes?" Micah teased, startling James into looking him in the eye.

"Sh-Shut up," James muttered.

Micah ran his lubed-up palm down the length of his cock, twisting his hand and coating the tip. With the rest, he lathered Benny's inner thighs, saying, "To prevent chafing."

"O-Oh-holy shit—" Benny's voice cracked as Micah thrust in with a grunt. James squeaked behind the comforter.

Micah hitched a knee onto the mattress, holding Benny to him with one hand on his hip, the other folding his knee up. He pushed Benny's calf onto his shoulder, pinching the soft skin of his inner knee. Benny's head tipped back, teeth gritted in a groan. His exhale was shaky as Micah pitching his hips forward again, sinking in hard and fast enough for his balls to slap against Benny's ass.

"You can go slower when you enter, but it's kinda like ripping a bandaid off if you're doing it regularly," Micah said. He rocked his hips, grinding Benny down onto him as he said, "Definitely go slower if you aren't doing this regularly. Breathe."

The last was for Benny, whose hand came to clutch Micah's as he eased his palm down on Benny's chest. He rolled his hips, slow and steady, and asked, "How's that feel?"

"Better," Benny confessed.

Micah fetched the bottle again and, as he extracted, ran another fistful of lube over his dick. Reentry was made disgustingly audible with the squelch that followed.

Benny's voice was frayed as Micah fucked into him, lube bottle abandoned. Once he had a pace, he switched tactics by hoisting Benny's other leg open, up, and mounting the bed to drill Benny into the mattress. He all but pinned Benny's knees to the sheets.

"Trust me, he's super flexible," Micah said, knowing he sounded downright sinful with his voice as hoarse and scattered as his breath. On his knees, bent over Benny like this, he adored the frantic, pinched look on Benny's face as he grew desperate for release, reddened lips ajar.

Micah grinned as he forced the friction to a fast and short grind. "How's that?"

"G-Good—"

"Don't tell me. Tell your fiancé."

Benny squeezed his eyes shut, head tipping back. His tanned throat was made open for the taking, so Micah took. With his teeth, his tongue, and chased hungrily after the swallow. "J-James—ah—Holy shit, I feel so good. You're a fucking—miracle worker—"

He hoped Benny felt the way he smiled against Benny's collarbone. "We're just getting started."

Micah kept them on the edge of ecstasy before pulling back and coaxing Benny's legs down slow and steady. They were both still hard, Benny still leaking pre onto his stomach, when Micah swung one of Benny's legs over, held his knees together, and flipped him onto his stomach.

"I'm gonna fuck him through his orgasm this time. He's gonna scream and maybe cry a little, but he likes it like that," Micah said.

"D-Don't make him cry, please," James begged.

"Benny, if you don't stain my sheets with your tears, I'm going to be incredibly disappointed."

"O-Okay!" Benny said as James hid his face behind the comforter.

Though Benny's delightfully breathy gasps were too compelling to ignore... and the constant pap-pap-pap of Micah's hips snapping into Benny's... James peeked over the comforter and didn't hide a second more for the entire night.