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It was 2:37 am on a Thursday morning deep within the sprawling compounds of Black Mesa and doctor Gordon Freeman could not possibly be more awake. Petty rage was better than any energy drink or caffeine shot.
Admittedly it wasn't just one thing that kept Gordon stuck in his lab nearly 6 hours after his shift had ended, and it certainly wasn't out of obligation to his job. No, it was a long list of minor to major annoyances that all piled on top of one another until he was left pacing his empty lab and chewing on the ruined end of a particularly abused pencil. His stress could be categorized into two neat piles though, his first being the project he was currently assigned to. Black Mesa was looking into teleportation technology which was no easy feat, especially teleportation through solid matter. It was one thing to move something through the air from point A to point B but when you throw a solid wall into the equation it all went to hell. It was even harder when your workplace wanted it to work on living material as well.
Gordon was one of the head scientists on the project, specifically the head of the theoretical physics needed for such a stunt. His other lead scientists were hardly helping his stress though. The team consisted of Gordon, Gordon's old mentor from when he first started at Black Mesa Dr. Coomer, and another older man by the name of Dr. Bubby. Yes, that was his real name. First or last? Gordon had no damn clue and had yet to get a straight answer out of the man and doubted he ever would.
While Gordon was always elated to work with Coomer on a project, the man was practically his father if Gordon was being honest, he was also a handful. Rowdy and overtly chipper it sometimes felt hard to get Coomer to focus on the work in front of him or acknowledge any glaring flaws in equations. He was bound and determined to push forwards and was more than okay with the machines they built ending in smoking piles of rubble by the end of their tests. Gordon had no idea how he wasn't fired at this point seeing how big of a waste of materials he wracked up on his own.
Bubby wasn't much better in that regard. Bubby was the kind of man always convinced his way was the right way, resulting in many fights (both verbal and some physical between him and Coomer) in the group. They were always sorted and things would go back to normal but they cost time and took one hell of a toll on Gordon's already high blood pressure. It didn't help that Bubby and Coomer fed off each other in a never-ending loop of destructive chaos. It was a wonder they were getting any progress done.
So Gordon took it upon himself to keep working after they had left. He had always done things like this, getting hyper-focused on his work and losing track of time but never THIS badly. Usually, it was an hour or two before he'd realize the time and come to his senses and go home but now? Now he had more reasons to stay even after he realized how late it was. Justifiable reasons! He needed to make up for lost time. He worked better alone. Bubby's snide comments about his intelligence and his desire to impress Coomer absolutely wasn't getting to him. He absolutely wasn't taking the fact that the project kept blowing up in his face over and over again personally. He was in no way staying out of stubborn pride at all!
No way. Not at all.
That was besides the point anyways. That was only the cause of HALF his stress. The other half? That could all be contributed to ONE person.
Benrey .
Benrey was a security guard who had been swapped over to working the nightshift in Gordon's department a few months ago and ever since the man had arrived Gordon's life had not known peace.
Benrey seemed to live to antagonize Gordon. It had started from the moment they met, Benrey had insisted on seeing Gordon's fucking passport of all things and made him nearly ten minutes late to work with how long it had taken Gordon to finally shake him. (He absolutely got HIS ass chewed out for that by the way, no one cared some security guard wanted his stupid passport.) Every day Gordon came into work and passed Benrey in the hall the security guard would insist Gordon was going to steal something and would follow him around like a lost puppy until they reached Gordon's lab where the scientist would promptly slam the door in his face.
Well, if that puppy was 6'5 and a solid brick wall of fat and muscle with a menacing grin that Gordon insisted was a little too sharp. Not that anyone gave a shit. Everyone brushed off Benrey's bullshit or was too afraid of the man to agree with Gordon. It made Gordon's blood boil when Benrey insisted people were afraid of Gordon. Who the fuck would be afraid of Gordon! He was nice, he was friendly. Sure he could be a little loud and he wasn't exactly a small man himself but still.
All of this was nothing compared to the hell that happened after everyone else had left though. No, when everyone else left Gordon and Benrey were practically left alone. Of course Benrey did have a job to do so you'd think he wouldn't be able to bug Gordon all night right?
Wrong!
Gordon stopped his pacing to shoot a death glare towards a security camera settled in the top corner of the room. In response, the camera turned to face him its lens spinning as it zoomed in on Gordon and locked the two in a heated staring match to the death. Well. That's what it felt like to Gordon as he stood there seething, hoping if he glared hard enough the camera would explode or something.
See as a night shift security guard Benrey was in charge of monitoring the security cameras for this section of Black Mesa. Gordon was quick to learn that fact when Benrey started commenting on mistakes Gordon had made whenever the man would swing by on his hourly patrol of the wing. Gordon drops a piece of equipment? He's a clumsy boy, breaking official Black Mess property. Gordon gets a LITTLE scared of his phone's notification going off when he was absorbed in his work? A fucking chicken hat, whatever the hell THAT meant. It just kept going on and on.
Yet.
Yet at the same time Gordon couldn't bring himself to actually hate Benrey. Initially, he had thought of trying to contact HR about all this but after seriously thinking about it Gordon had to admit... he sort of enjoyed Benrey's company.
Now he'd rather die than admit that but his nights were long and he was admittedly a kind of lonely man. He didn't really have anyone to go home to, not even a pet, and he didn't have many friends and any he did have were all coworkers. He could afford to stay so late because no one would miss him. (He tries not to think too hard about that.) So having Benrey so consistently talking with him even if it was to mess with him was... kind of nice in a weird way.
Plus it wasn't all bad. Benrey would usually bring Gordon some soda or a shitty snack from a vending machine while on his patrol. Gordon would find himself laughing a surprising amount at the shit Benrey said with just how absurd and insane it all was. Even Benrey's annoying and shitty joke flirting was kind of funny. And, admittedly, while the things Benrey said about him were annoying as hell it was all relatively harmless.
It was less like Benrey was an actual antagonist and more just a rival of some kind. Which was actually worse for Gordon. If Gordon just hated Benrey he could write him off and just ignore him.
But no. No, no, no. The hint of friendship they had amongst this rivalry meant Gordon had something to prove. It meant he had to respond, to act back, to continue the narrative. It was part of the intricate rituals that Gordon absolutely didn't over-analyze as an overly wound up lonely man.
So as Gordon glared into the security camera he was filled with a new wave of stubborn and petty energy. He would get this machine working god help him. He wasn't going to let Benrey call him a "stupid little science boy, frustrated little pee aych dee haver. can't even teleport right. like it's hard." Gordon could practically hear the other man's deep monotone voice in his head as he went back to work.
Gordon didn't usually like running tests alone at night but he was running on spite and at least 7 cups of coffee at the moment so his critical thinking skills were a bit shit. He was confident enough with this round of equations that the machine would do what it was supposed to without exploding this time around. Well mostly confident enough. He hesitated for a second as he grabbed a small transportation carrier for one of his test rats. However, he shook his head and quickly got over any rational thoughts. It was Stubborn Time now, baby. Gordon's brain had left the building when he hit the 24 hours awake threshold.
So he gathered up his test subject from the group cage and headed over to the rather imposing piece of machinery that was the teleporter. Setting the small holding cage on the designated platform Gordon went over the math in his head one more time. If everything worked solid matter (the rat) should be teleported to a pre-determined set of coordinates without the need for a second machine acting as a receiving point. Free-based teleportation as it were.
Gordon moved over to the control panel on the side of the machine and started punching in the test coordinates. They led to the next room over, just a short distance but a considerable feat considering the thick wall between the two rooms. A short jump. Nothing big. It can be done. Gordon typed in the area of teleportation with shaky hands, setting the dimensions and position carefully. He was so focused he barely noticed the sound of squeaky hinges swinging open as he pressed the activation button and locked in the count down.
Gordon's head turned towards the holding cage as he locked eyes with the lab rat who was frozen with two paws outside the open cage door. The two stood there, eyes trained on each other for what felt like ages but was less than a second as both their brains struggled to catch up to the new events before them. Gordon's brain, a professional theoretical physicist unknowingly on the verge of a world-shattering breakthrough was stretched so thin due to over-work and sleep deprivation he was about on par with a literal fucking rat in terms of critical thinking under pressure.
The rat made a break for it. Gordon made a break for the rat. The countdown clicked ever closer to 0.
What happened next was honestly a testimony to the fact that intelligence didn't always mean wisdom and Gordon was rocking a solid 1 out of 20 in the former stat. As Gordon grabbed the rat and hurriedly tried to shove it back in the small cage the machine's countdown reached 0 and there was a sudden bright flash of blinding light. Gordon could only manage to let out a short yell of surprise before his consciousness whited out.
Luckily it was only a few seconds until Gordon started to come to, blinking hazily as his eyes adjusted from the bright light to the darkness of his new surroundings. The first thing Gordon was consciously able to perceive was the rat, still in his hand, thrashing free and bolting off somewhere into the small, dark room. As his still fuzzy and lagging brain acted on instinct to try and catch it again he realized his second fact of the night.
Gordon was stuck.
His brain quickly snapped back awake as he tugged himself forwards, hands reaching for his waist where something was holding him firmly in place. It took him a few seconds of stupidly scrambling his feet and slapping at the solid smooth surface of a wall for him to realize what had happened and as such, start to freak the fuck out.
First things first. The experiment had worked. If Gordon wasn't starting to freak out he'd feel elated about that fact but as it was he had more important things to worry about. Like the fact that he had stupidly put himself into the equation. He was lucky the machine had recognized his entire body as one object and he hadn't gotten cut in half, leaving a grizzly mess behind.
As it were the coordinates he entered hadn't been made with his mass and positioning in mind and as such only his upper half had made it into the next room over. Gordon's midsection was firmly embedded in the thick wall and after a few seconds of panic he decided the machine must have swapped his mass's place with the walls. God he fucking hoped that was the case.
He didn't feel like he was full of drywall at the very least, and that was what the machine was made to do in the case of intersecting matter but.... well. Programing that to happen and it actually working were two very different things and Gordon wasn't usually eager to put his own skills to the test on himself. Any void space inside his body could easily be filled with bits of the wall if the programming hadn't been written perfectly. He could be slowly dying for all he knew, what if that sharp pain in his chest and stomach wasn't from anxiety.
He could have fucking died. He honestly should have fucking died. He could still be fucking dying, holy shit-
Gordon screwed his eyes shut and took a deep shaky breath to keep himself from having a panic attack. Just keep trying to observe the situation, Gordon. You're fine.
As it stood, the machine had worked, Gordon had been teleported and lived, and he was most definitely fucking stuck. The wall was luckily thick enough to sort of support his upper torso, his upper half only hung out in the dark room down to his pecs. On the other side of the wall in the room he had come from Gordon's feet were able to remain planted on the ground, helping support himself. However, he was still stuck in his bent over the position from when he had grabbed the rat which... wasn't the most comfortable and certainly embarrassing. Gordon was panicking way too hard to think about how his ass probably looked like some stupid gag hunting trophy mounted on the wall.
Gordon was suddenly yanked from his thoughts as the door handle to the room jiggled hurriedly. He heard a low muttered curse from the hall outside and immediately felt a swell of emotions. Relief, embarrassment, dread, a whole slew of positive and negative feelings as he realized who was on the other side.
"Benrey-?" He called out hesitantly, his voice cracking a bit pitifully. He was still on edge
"Uh- Duh." Came the other man's voice. There seemed to be a faint hint of frustration in Benrey's voice as he forcefully tried the handle again. "Who else would it be, idiot? 'M the only one here babysitting your dumbass. Stupid science man sticking his head into teleportation shit."
Benrey seemed to be mostly grumbling to himself, sounding genuinely frustrated. Much like Gordon he'd never admit that their teasing little friendship meant more to him than he let on. Seeing Gordon fall into his own stupid machine that Benrey had seen explode more times than should be reasonable wasn't exactly fun. He had actually full-on ran from the security room to where Gordon was to make sure the idiot hadn't gotten himself killed.
"Stupid- Door. Door open. Please and thank you-" Benrey continued before there was a frustrated thud against the thick wood.
"Dude- Aren't you supposed to have like... keys for everything?" Gordon asked, realizing in his stupidity he hadn't even unlocked the door to the test's destination before using the machine-
And his personal key was mockingly hanging from the lanyard dangling around his neck.
"Fucking. Jefferem or whatever- Dayshift- Put the keyring who the fuck knows where. Can't find em. Only got my card for the main doors not some stupid key for this dumb janitor closet or whatever."
"It's not a janitor's close- Nevermind." Gordon started to snap before reigning himself in. Now was not the time to nitpick words. "Listen, my key's in here with my uh. Front half. Go around into the main lab and see if you can maybe do something over there."
There was a huff from the other side of the door before Benrey responded. "Fine. I'll go check out your ass. Don't like choke yourself or something stupid while I'm gone."
"Hey, shut the fuck up man! This was a fucking accident, I'm not stupid!" Said the idiot stuck in the wall.
Gordon's defensive words fell on deaf ears as he heard the security guard's heavy footsteps leave the door and head to the next room over. He was surprised Benrey wasn't... outright making fun of him yet other than the general insults. He kinda assumed Benrey would've jumped on this like a shark smelling blood in the water but at the moment he actually seemed... concerned in his own stoic Benrey way. Of course, he could just be angry Gordon could've gotten himself killed on Benrey's watch and the repercussions that would have on his job. Benrey bounces between taking his job deathly seriously and not giving a shit at all. He was a fucking mystery like that.
Gordon heard the distant sound of another door opening and closing along with Benrey's approaching footsteps. They seemed to slow a bit as he approached, and after a few seconds Gordon registered Benrey letting out a wolf-whistle as he stopped behind the scientist.
"Ha ha. Nice view over here." Benrey said, his voice monotone but raised loud enough for Gordon to hear him.
Gordon kicked out his leg blindly and hit nothing but air, earning a loud cackle from Benrey. "A swing and a miss!" It seems now that Benrey knew Gordon wasn't going to die on him he was more back to normal. Normal being totally not serious joke flirting and being mean to each other.
"You bastard- Benrey just help me get the fuck out of here." Gordon snapped, shifting to futilely try and push himself back out of the hole. Considering the teleportation process had only swapped the exact amount of matter that intersected it was safe to say this was one hell of a tight fit. Even with the soft give of Gordon's... slightly larger than average frame he could only move a few inches in either direction.
"I dunno man. Ya seem uh-" There was a pause for Benrey to smack his lips audibly before he continued. "Pretty stuck there. Might have to lube you up. Slip n slide on through."
Gordon let out a half stress-induced laugh, voice pitching up a bit. "Don't fucking lube me. I don't wanna be lubed, man."
"Should've thought about that before getting stuck, stupid. Now you're gonna be the lube guy. Doctor Gordon Lubeman."
Benrey couldn't help but relax on the other side of the wall. Gordon wasn't in immediate danger, he was responding back to his teasing albeit a little stressed. But when was Gordon not strung out of his fucking mind. Guy was more wound up than one of those stupid cheap toys that walked. Or something like that. Either way, things were okay. This was okay. No need to freak out.
"Dude, shut the fuck up and help me," Gordon said, voice still a little shaky but overall calming down. "You're not gonna be able to pull me out from that side but maybe you can like. Push me through or something? And do not make a comment about my ass being too fat to fit or something."
"Bro, don't be mad. Your ass is so fat. Naturally." Benrey deadpanned.
Gordon tried to kick Benrey again and this time heard a slight 'oof' as his foot connected with Benrey's stomach. There was no way that had actually hurt the other man but he would take what little satisfaction he could get.
"So mean to me, bro. I'm just complimenting my homie. Don't even kiss me good night, bro. So mean." Benrey said, voice comically dejected and sad. The scientist couldn't help but laugh at the nonsense the other man was saying.
His laughs died down as he heard Benrey take a few shuffling steps closer before feeling the sensation of someone standing a little too close. Gordon shifted a bit awkwardly, hands sliding against the wall as he idly held himself up. There was a few seconds pause before Benrey's large hands hesitantly settled Gordon's hips. He couldn't help but jerk ever so slightly, taken by surprise despite knowing it was coming. God, it felt weird to be touched and not be able to see it happen. Especially in a situation and position like this.
"Alright, I'm just gonna... uh... Push?" Benrey said through the wall, his own voice a little awkward. It was one thing to like, (half) jokingly flirt with someone and another thing to have your hands on their hips with their ass angled up towards your crotch.
"Uh. Yeah. Right. Go ahead." Gordon replied, his face heating up a bit in embarrassment. God how was he supposed to look Benrey in the eyes after this. Just don't acknowledge how weird this is. Just focus on getting out and don't think about how fucking big and sturdy Benrey's hands are on your hips-
Gordon's train of thought was once again interrupted as Benrey pushed forwards on his hips. Even with his strength however the way he was still hesitantly holding Gordon and his positioning he wasn't able to get much leverage into it. Gordon winced a bit as he was pushed forwards, feeling the fat on his hips compress a bit but not nearly enough to be pushed through.
"Fuck. Hold on." He heard Benrey mutter, trying to get a bit better position to push against Gordon. It went like this for a few more minutes, Gordon trying to give ultimately useless advice and Benrey getting more frustrated with the task at hand. The more fed up Benrey got with having to try to work with awkwardly avoiding touching anywhere weird the less he started to care. His hands wandered from Gordon's hips to his thighs, then to his ass, Benrey occasionally forcing his own hips against Gordon's ass to try and use his legs to help push harder.
And sure it was working! Gordon had slid through down to his midsection but now his hips were getting in the way, making Benrey more frustrated. Speaking of Benrey the man seemed to be invested in what he was doing, forgetting the awkward nature of their position completely the more focused he got. Gordon was not so lucky. He had long since started sweating on the other side of the wall, his heart speeding up in his chest from anxious and embarrassed nerves.
Listen! You couldn't blame him for getting a bit worked up! Sure Benrey wasn't doing it with sexual intent but god was Gordon basically getting felt up by big strong hands and it had been a shamefully long time since he'd been touched in that area. Every touch burnt through his clothes and only made the heat pooling in his stomach grow hotter.
It wasn't like Benrey was unattractive either. Gordon would be lying if he said he had never felt a bit disappointed Benrey's flirting was absolutely just jokes to prod at him and get a reaction, but god he had no right to actually be as attractive as he was. With that deep voice and with that stupid too sharp smile and with how big he was. Gordon couldn't help but wonder if he was big in other ways-
Gordon stop. Stop that train of thought. He immediately moved to hang his head into his hands, a wave of shame rolling over him.
God he was a terrible person and a creep for getting turned on by this- If Benrey found out he'd fucking hate him, rightfully so. He was gross- disgusting even! Benrey was just trying to help, he was in no way actually attracted to you Gordon-
Gordon jumped and let out a short noise of surprise as he felt Benrey shove a hand between Gordon's thighs, palm resting firmly against the space between his cunt and ass, thick fingers curling forwards over his crotch to steady his grip. Benrey's other hand was firmly on Gordon's hip, fingers digging into his soft fat as he suddenly pushed forwards against the stuck man.
The force of the push slid Benrey's hand down, his palm grinding against Gordon's cunt that was already a bit sensitive from the unintentional teasing. Gordon couldn't stop himself in time as a surprised and loud moan tore itself from his throat. Immediately he clapped his hands over his mouth as Benrey jerked to a sudden stop.
"Shit- Are you okay?" Benrey asked, quickly withdrawing his hands, worried he had hurt Gordon somehow.
"Mmhmm. Fine." Gordon responded, voice tight and high pitched as he tried to hold back a pathetic whine at the feeling of Benrey's hands retreating. God his sleep-deprived exhausted brain wanted to get off so fucking bad. Wanted to just hump against the wall if he had to- He clamped his thighs shut tightly, bouncing his leg as he panted softly on the other side of the wall. Get yourself together Gordon. C'mon.
"Are you sure??? What was with that noise?" Benrey asked, sounding a bit concerned. He sometimes struggled to keep his own strength in check and the possibility of accidentally hurting Gordon was higher than he'd like to think about.
"I'm- I'm fine man. Just uh. Took me by surprise." Gordon said lamely, voice still shaky. Maybe if Gordon led even a slightly normal life that would've worked. They would've moved on and Gordon would've said to stop trying to push since it wasn't getting them anywhere. They'd just have to call someone to cut him out of the wall. It wasn't like any normal person would be able to definitively tell he was horny. Sure they could guess but as a trans man, it wasn't like he had a visible boner and he certainly wasn't turned on enough to leak through his fucking jeans but-
Gordon did not lead a normal life and whatever god decided his fate was either cruel as all hell or a great ass wingman depending on how you looked at it.
Benrey leaned forwards to rest his hands on Gordon's hips, running his fingers gently over them as he worriedly checked for any signs of damage. Gordon's legs tightened a bit as he squeezed them closer together, trying to calm himself down. "Bro- you sure because I don't wanna-" Benrey started to say before Gordon heard the muffled sound of a soft inhale of breath through Benrey's mouth.
There were a few seconds of silence as Benrey took in a few deeper breaths, almost like he was an animal smelling the air, before his gentle touches stopped. His hands rested firmly on the widest section of Gordon's hips, the heat of his body returning as he leaned closer over Gordon.
"Hey uh. You wouldn't happen to be keeping secrets would you?" Benrey asked. His head must be right against the wall with how clearly Gordon could hear him despite his voice being a low rumble. There was still a hint of hesitation to it but now there was something else seeping into it. A dangerous questioning tone.
"Keeping secrets from your good friend Benny?"
Gordon swallowed heavily, the blood draining from his face both in fear of being caught and well... That low rumble was doing it for him alright?
"I don't- Uh I don't know what you're. What you're talking about, man." Gordon stammered, pressing his palms against his side of the wall to help support himself.
Benrey let out a loud, tsk sound, as he pressed himself a bit closer to Gordon. His thumb rubbed softly back and forth over the other man's hip bone as he spoke again. "Think you're uh. You're enjoying this, buddy. Pal. Maybe a little into it."
"I'm not- why the fuck- that's- that's ridiculous and- and inappropriate, I'd never-" Gordon stammered in a panic, high pitched nervous chuckles strung between words. He was cut short as he felt Benrey's strong grip tighten on his hips.
"Man why you gotta be lying? Overthinking shit with that dumb-ass smart guy brain." Benrey groaned in annoyance. "Stop worrying about shit, stop fucking thinking so hard."
Gordon let out a small muffled groan as Benrey leaned forwards and rubbed his hips down against Gordon's ass. That bastard.
"You like this. Say yes? Please and thank you?"
Gordon no longer felt bad for getting turned on from this. Gordon now felt stupid and shameful about being called out so bluntly both about being horny and for overthinking and almost giving himself a panic attack over it. That feeling was quickly turning to his usual annoyance with Benrey not taking anything seriously, even something like this. As usual, Gordon did what he did best. Ignore any rational negative feelings and the possibility of talking things out like an adult with Benrey and instead latch onto frustration and annoyance and bicker back and forth. Ah, the familiarity of the intricate ritual of stupid rivals with sexual tension.
"I'm not overthinking shit, asshole. Excuse me for not putting 'being horny' as a higher priority to 'getting out of this stupid fucking hole!'" Gordon snapped, one of his hands banging against the wall in frustration.
Benrey let out another one of his rare actual laughs, a deep cackle as he rutted against Gordon's ass again. "I'm not hearing a nooooo." He said in a shit-eating teasing voice.
Gordon let loose another huffed out groan as Benrey ground against his ass. This was happening. This could be going further. He could say no and tell Benrey to fuck off and while the man was an asshole and annoying as hell he knew he'd respect that and back off. But on the other hand...
Gordon was having a shitty fucking day. His stress was through the roof, he hasn't slept in over 24 hours save for quick naps here and there, he just made the stupidest workplace mistake of his life, and if he got blue balled on top of all of it he'd probably fucking snap and kill someone.
"Fine. Whatever you caught me." He grumbles out, glaring forwards at nothing hoping Benrey could feel it somehow. "Clearly you're enjoying this too, asshole. So stop sounding so smug."
Gordon pushed his back against Benrey's crotch, feeling the hardness starting to fill out in his fatigues. Benrey let out a rough huff through his teeth at the feeling. His fingers dug hard enough into Gordon's hips that they would most likely leave bruises at this point.
"Yeah. Course I am." Benrey growled out, voice low and gruff. "Having you all bent over and stuck. Practically presenting your cute ass to me. Fucking. Knowing you're desperate for this like a little slut."
Gordon was admittedly a bit surprised to hear Benrey admit it so readily. He had always assumed all of Benrey's advances were jokes. Like haha, could you imagine actually being attracted to you? Funny. But based on the way Benrey kept rubbing steadily against Gordon's ass and how affected his voice already sounded, maybe Gordon really was the biggest idiot on the planet.
"I'm not desperate." He said defensively, embarrassment burning his cheeks because he knew Benrey was right.
"Yeah? Then I guess I'll just leave. Go call maintenance to come pull your horny little ass out-" Benrey started a meanness to his voice as he called Gordon's bluff. He loosened his grip on the other man and started to step back before Gordon hurriedly wrapped his foot around the back of Benrey's calf.
"Don't you fucking dare." Gordon hissed out, venom dripping from his voice even as it shook from the adrenaline in his veins. "You started this with how handsy you were, fucker. If you walk away now what're you gonna go do? Go jerk off alone in the bathrooms? I know you want this too so stop being such an ass."
"Me-ouch. Pussy's got claws." Benrey said blankly, not yet moving to press back up against Gordon. He held the man's hips still as he watched him wiggle and squirm in frustration at the lack of contact. "So mean to me..." He muttered, moving to push up Gordon's work shirt and rub small circles against the small of his back.
Gordon stopped his wiggling in confusion at the admittedly.... kind of tender touch against his skin. He almost started to feel bad for snapping before Benrey ruined the moment by roughly yanking Gordon's pants and underwear down over his ass by the back hem.
Gordon yelped at the sudden rush of cold air, slapping his thighs back together on instinct as his pants bunched around his knees. He quickly felt Benrey's rough hands push between his thighs and spread his legs back open as it sounded like the larger man was dropping to his knees.
"Fine, Meanman. We're both desperate. You can keep pretending to be a prude and better and shit to keep your smart guy pride. Tell me to stop if you actually want me to but-" Benrey said from where he kneeled, his hot breath ghosting over Gordon's exposed skin and making the man shiver.
He paused his talking long enough to lick a wide stripe up against Gordon's wet folds. He might not have expected Gordon to be rocking a pussy when he first met the guy but that hardly threw him off his rhythm, he had enough experience with both to know what he was doing and that was all that mattered.
Gordon let out a low moan at the feeling of Benrey's tongue, his thighs flexing in the other man's grip as his head slumped forwards on the other side of the wall.
"I have this feelin' you're not gonna say shit." Benrey said with a low chuckle. Gordon only got out a breathy muttered- "Bastard-" before he was interrupted by Benrey leaning back in and getting to work on Gordon's cunt.
Gordon scrambled against the wall for purchase as Benrey was quick to go from firm and long laps of his tongue against Gordon's outer folds to roughly pushing his tongue into the smaller man's hole. Gordon let out soft strangled noises in between panted breath, trying to keep himself quiet. Not because anyone could hear them but out of some stubborn petty pride against the man currently eating him out.
Benrey diligently moved his tongue in and out of Gordon in smooth rolling motions, each pass getting deeper than the last. His hands wandered up Gordon's soft thighs before one moved to grab one of his ass cheeks and give it a rough squeeze. Gordon could feel the other man grin against his cunt at the ragged moan that fell from his mouth.
"F-fuck." Gordon panted out, shutting his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of Benrey stretching him out. "Benr- EYyy " His low moan quickly jumped up in pitch and intensity as Benrey's other hand found it's way to his t-dick, teasing rubbing circles against its head.
With a wet pop that Gordon could faintly hear through the wall, Benrey pulled his tongue out, quickly replacing it with the fingers that had been groping Gordon's ass. Even two of Benrey's thick fingers easily slipped into Gordon's wet cunt and he was quick to start scissoring his walls.
"God. Look so good like this. Been hiding all this hot shit from your best friend, huh? Tight fucking pussy and cute little cock-" Benrey rumbled out, pausing his rubbing to give Gordon's dick a light pinch.
Gordon let out a harsh noise, his legs starting to tremble. If the wall hadn't been holding him up he probably would've fallen to his knees by now from the dual sensations of Benrey finger fucking him and stroking his cock.
"D-Don't- guhh.." Gordon started, having to pause to swallow around his dry throat before trying again. "Don't call my fuuuuh-cking dick cute-" He groaned out, embarrassment flushing his already red cheeks deeper.
"Why not, bro?" Benrey chuckled, starting to stroke Gordon's short length between his fingers. "'S cute little guy. Hey. I bet I could make you come like this. Don't even gotta fuck you." He said, voice raspy and teasing as he curled his fingers up into Gordon.
Gordon let out a moan, unable to even try and hold it back at this point even if it embarrassed him to hell. Benrey was absolutely right. Each rough thrust of Benrey's fingers and tug against his dick had louder and louder hiccuping moans escaping with each breath Gordon took. He absolutely could come from this alone and was about to before Benrey abruptly pulled his fingers out and shuffled away from Gordon.
The smaller man let out a frustrated and admittedly pathetic whine, kicking his leg in anger as he came down from the edge. "Asshole!" He snapped out, breath coming in ragged pants.
Benrey only chuckled as he stood back up from behind Gordon. There was the distinctive sound of a belt being roughly tugged open before Benrey stepped forwards and pressed himself back against Gordon.
This time he could feel the silky heat of Benrey's bare cock grinding between his asscheeks as the other man grabbed back onto his hips. "Too bad though. Cause I am gonna fuck you." Benrey said, emphasizing his point with a particularly rough grind against Gordon.
He could already tell how wound up Benrey must be from this based on the steady drip of precum against his ass and the small of his back. Another thing he was quickly realizing despite not being able to see behind him was that Benrey was big everywhere.
His cock rested heavy and thick against his ass as he felt Benrey give it a few cursory strokes, spreading precum down his length as he started to speak again.
"Wanted to do this for a while now. Bend you over whenever you get too prissy. Fuck you into the ground, remind you who's the bigger man." He said with an almost inhuman growl rumbling from deep in his throat as he continued to pump his cock.
Well, that confirmed it. Either Benrey was just saying shit in the heat of the moment or he was the stupidest man alive. The fact that he could still doubt the scale of Benrey's attraction answered which one was right. Granted any rational or even coherent thoughts were quickly melting in Gordon's brain as he shivered at Benrey's rough voice.
"Y-yeah?' Gordon said after swallowing heavily. He spread his legs as far as the pants around his ankles would let him, practically offering himself to Benrey. "Then fucking hurry up and do it already."
Benrey let out another growl that was almost a little too feral to be made by a human, before guiding himself to Gordon's dripping wet entrance. There was a few seconds of tight pressure before his fat head pushed into Gordon.
Gordon let out a ragged moan, back arching the most it could in his current position. He felt Benrey roughly grab his hip with one hand, the other making a thud as he slammed it against the wall to support himself. He let out a low groan as he slowly started to push into Gordon.
"F-fuck. Tell me- Tell me if I get too rough-" Benrey spat out, voice strained and shaky. "Don't wanna. Don't want to hurt you."
Gordon let out a soft moan, feeling Benrey slowly start to fill him up. He stupidly nodded his head at the other man's words before remembering Benrey couldn't see him.
"Yeah. Yeah o-okay." He swallowed hard, starting to get impatient from previously being edged. "I'm not some- fucking delicate flower though. I can take it just- god - Benrey hurry up." His voice pitching up into a slight whine near the end.
Letting out a breathy laugh Benrey gave Gordon's hip a firm teasing squeeze. "You can take it? I- I dunno man. Why don't you ask nicely first?"
There were a few tense seconds of silence as Benrey stilled his hips, only halfway pushed in. The two were having a mental western standoff to see who would crack and give in first. Who would be the desperate bottom bitch. Panting heavily Gordon closed his eyes and rested his hands against the wall.
Then he planted a foot firmly against the other side and undid all of the work that had gotten them this far by pushing himself back onto Benrey's cock, his ass slapping against the man's bare hips. He was back at square one but at least his cunt was stretched full.
"I said hurry up, man." Gordon growled out, not willing to be the one to back down first this time. Luckily for him that move seemed to snap the last of Benrey's resolve as the man let out another growl and rocked into Gordon.
"Fucker." Was all Benrey snapped in response before he pulled his hips back. He almost fully pulled out before quickly ramming back into Gordon, no longer messing around. He was fast to fall into a rough and desperate pace, alternating from long and harsh strokes of his cock into Gordon's cunt to practically humping into him, pressing as deep as he could get.
The most Gordon could do was hang on for the ride as he got what he stupidly asked for. Each rough thrust had his top half bouncing, his glasses getting knocked off within a minute of the brutal pace. He could hear the lewd sounds of sex through the wall and over the sounds of their own moans. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the wetness of his cunt as Benrey pounded into it, his slick dripping steadily down his thighs and making a mess.
After a few minutes, Benrey moved both hands to Gordon's hips, pulling him back as far as he could and holding him in place as he hunched over the other man. Gordon could feel a few thick drops of drool fall onto his back and soak through the material of his shirt as Benrey let out ragged pants and growls. His rhythm was getting more sporadic as he grew closer to his climax.
As Gordon felt nails dig into the flesh of his hips, drawing small specks of blood he couldn't help but cry out, bucking into Benrey's hold. He threw his head back, letting out practically screamed moans of pleasure as Benrey pounded into him. The only warning Gordon could give to Benrey that he was finishing was a loud pleased cry of the other man's name as the heat in his stomach spilled over. His walls tightened as he came around Benrey's cock, his entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all.
Benrey wasn't too far behind, only needing a few more rough thrusts into Gordon's fluttering tight walls before he let out a slurred cursed. Gordon felt a few hot drops of cum flow into his cunt before Benrey was quickly pulling out. Gordon hoped his disappointed whimper wasn't audible over Benrey's pleased groan as he finished cumming onto Gordon's outer lips and the back of his thighs.
The two stood there for a few moments in silence, the only sound was them trying to catch their breaths. In the silence that followed Gordon was left to his own thoughts, mulling over what just happened. It started as a dull pleased haze of finally getting fucked after a (shamefully long) dry spell but as his cum brain started to fade he realized how stupid what they just did was.
They were at work. Gordon was stuck in a fucking wall after an accident with the machine he was in charge of. There were security cameras everywhere and he knew quite a few would have a perfect view of what just happened.
And what just happened was Gordon got his cunt pounded by a coworker he'd only known for a few months. He and Benrey didn't even fucking talk outside work- he didn't know shit about this guy- and they were. Still. At. Work. He was going to lose his fucking job, he'd never get hired anywhere again. He'd probably lose his job for falling into his own machine let alone literally fucking another man at work- And speaking of the machine he could still be fucking slowly dying from that for a whole slew of reasons. His life was over and- and-
And he was STILL STUCK IN THIS GODDAMN WALL .
On Benrey's end as he drifted out of his own content post nut high he slowly realized Gordon wasn't doing so hot. The heavy breaths had turned from ones of physical exertion to the short and rapid ones of panic. Benrey quickly rested a hand on Gordon's back, trying to reassure him but only got Gordon jumping in shock as a result.
"H-hey. Are you good, man?" He asked lamely, not entirely sure what to do or why Gordon was even freaking out.
"NO I'M NOT GOOD." Gordon snapped, voice cracking like he was about to cry. "AT THE VERY FUCKING LEAST I'M GOING TO LOSE MY JOB FOR THIS, IF NOT DIE SLOWLY FROM FUCKING RADIATION POISONING OR- OR BECAUSE I'VE GOT FUCKING DRYWALL EMBEDDED IN MY BODY. AND INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY WORRYING ABOUT ANY OF THAT I LISTENED TO MY DICK LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT AND HAD SEX WITH A COWORKER WHILE STUCK IN A STUPID WALL THAT I'M STILL STUCK IN."
As Gordon shouted the man struggled in the wall, pathetically kicking and hitting it as he tried to wrench himself free like a panicked animal. Benrey withdrew his hand, taking a small step back to avoid getting hit in the crossfire. Okay. Alright. Nerd is upset because uuuhhh. He's gonna get in trouble. Cause he's a dumb weak-ass human. And uhh. Shit right. Still stuck. Okay.
Trying to ignore the fact that fucking him was on the list of things that had Gordon freaking out Benrey tried to think of what to do. However, Gordon freaking out was making Benrey freak out. This wasn't like the usual haha Gordon is mad and freaking out kinda tantrum this was like. Serious and not fun and he didn't know what to do about it.
Damn it. He liked Gordon, Gordon was an ass but not a bad person- He was funny and optimistic and made him feel good when he actually laughed and oh god he was crying now-
Benrey would fix his problems. No biggie. Don't think about it too hard. Don't make a big deal out of it.
Benrey took a deep breath before hurriedly reaching his hand out towards Gordon-
Don't make a big deal out of it. Please be cool. Please.
- And reached through the wall.
His hand firmly grabbed onto the back of Gordon's collar before yanking the other man backwards into the other room. Benrey wrapped an arm around Gordon's waist as the man understandably shook unsteadily from suddenly being yanked through solid matter. The scientist stared dumbly ahead, brain not registering the hole in the wall suddenly vanishing in between blinks. As Gordon's legs seemed to steady a bit under him Benrey leaned down a bit to grab Gordon's pants and pull them up, not bothering to clean the other man off. His brain was shutting off too for different reasons, cut him some slack.
When he was sure Gordon could stand on his own and wasn't about to like. Pass out or something stupid Benrey let go and took a few steps back. He awkwardly tucked himself back into his pants, fiddling with his belt as Gordon's brain caught up with what just happened. Well. At least he wasn't crying anymore.
And it was true. Gordon was stunned into complete and utter silence. There was no way he could just. Pretend Benrey pulled him out in a reasonable way. No- No he had just. He had just been pulled through solid matter. He had felt it, it was like nothing he had ever experienced- not even anything like the teleportation he just fucking went through! He was just- All it could be described as was being drug through the god damned wall!
And that was done by his coworker slash sorta friend slash guy he just fucked. A totally normal human guard. Oh god did he just fuck someone that's not human. Gordon's expression had turned from one of blank confusion to that of a bewildered scientist who just discovered magic was real against all odds, but with a splash of personal panic because said scientist was now wondering if magic STDs existed.
He stood there, mouth slightly open as his eyes darted around blindly like he was looking from thought to thought as his brain did mental gymnastics. He eventually turned to Benrey, brows furrowing in confusion and mild bewildered frustration as he started to speak.
"You-"
He was quickly interrupted by Benrey shoving a wad of cash into his hands.
"Uhhhh bbbbbbb-" Benrey stammered, blowing out a raspberry as he tried to think. His own expression was that of awkward panic and someone who wanted to be away from this conversation as soon as possible. "For uh- Baby-B-Gone or whatever that shit's called."
Gordon blinked at Benrey, stunned back into a confused stupor. "You- Do you fucking mean plan b???" He asked in bewilderment, a confused nervous laugh slipping out of him.
"Uh. Sure. Yeah." Benrey said, shoving his wallet back into his pants pockets. "I'm fucking. Clean by the way. Nothing weird, don't worry your dumb nerd brain, idiot. Uh I'll go deal with the-the uhh. Security. Video. Shit." He finished lamely, taking a few hurried steps back. Get out before he asks questions. Get the FUCK out before the actual literal scientist asks fucking questions and decides you're his new fucking experiment, idiot.
"Oh- Uh. Okay. Thank you?" Gordon replied, equally lamely as his brain struggled to form any coherent thoughts. He was still staring at the considerable wad of cash balled up in his fist.
"No one will know anything happened. You don't say shit I won't say shit. Anyways uh- OkayByeI'mLeaving." With that Benrey literally sprinted out of the room, almost tripping over his feet on his way out. He let out a string of muttered curses as he stumbled, Gordon watching as he vanished through the doorway.
Gordon eventually looked away from the empty doorway to scan his lab. Everything was completely untouched. The wall was whole, the machine looked unused, even the fucking rat and transportation cage were back where they should be. The only signs that anything had even happened and Gordon didn't just have the world's most fucked up dream were the bruises on his thighs, the wet patch in his boxers, and the bundle of bills in his hand.
Gordon looked down at the cash in his hand. It was easily a few hundred, Benrey must have just dumped his entire wallet in his hurry to leave. Thinking of Benrey, Gordon looked up towards one of the security cameras, noticing it seemed to... almost glitch out of reality for a split second before returning to normal. It quickly turned away from Gordon like Benrey was looking away in embarrassment.
Gordon pockets the cash and decides it's not really important for him to mention he got his tubes tied years ago.
Benrey figures it's not that big of a deal that before erasing the footage and replacing it with fabricated bullshit he stored the version focused on Gordon's top half onto his phone.
One exhausted and confused human goes home to ponder what just happened. One wired and nervous alien stays stuck in Black Mesa, wondering what's going to happen next.
Neither gets much sleep that night.