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Gordon notices something... off about Benrey, but he can't quite place it. He has an odd urge to get closer, which is surely just his scientist brain wanting to figure it out, and he sits down next to Benrey on the couch, scooting in close.
No one would ever accuse Gordon Freeman of being smooth, but it feels like the natural thing to do to just wrap an arm around Benrey's shoulders and lean against him while he mashes buttons on his PlayStation controller. Oddly, he doesn't make some dumbass comment about it, just lets out an odd little noise. Almost sounds like a purr. Weird.
Gordon closes his eyes, and before he even realizes what he's doing, he's breathing in deeply; he's feeling oddly... content. Happy even. It's nice to just sit next to Benrey like this. When he opens his eyes with a quiet sigh, it's to Benrey's shoulder, which his head is resting on because he's straight up cuddling him now. Whoops.
He detangles himself and leaves, stuttering out an apology and fleeing to his room.
It's not like Benrey seemed to *mind,* but Gordon's still cursing himself for being weird. That's— being weird is Benrey's job! He sits down on his bed and huffs in annoyance. That content feeling's definitely gone now that he's trying to get himself to stop blushing from embarrassment. And that he's away from Benrey. He really wants to know what was off about him. Maybe if he acts like nothing happened and heads out into the kitchen, maybe casually grabs a soda, he can get back to figuring it out.
He wonders why he even cares what the deal is as he stands in front of the open fridge and pretends to ponder the food instead of whether to apologize again or not even bring it up. The fridge beeps at him; the sound that happens when the door's been open for too long. It startles Gordon out of his reverie and spurs him to just grab two sodas and go back to the couch.
Benrey still doesn't mock him or say any dumb shit when he sits back down on the couch, just takes his proffered soda with a "yooo nice, thanks bro" that Gordon manages to convince himself does NOT make him feel especially pleased and almost... warm. And Benrey was really warm when he'd accidentally started cuddling up to him...
Benrey's hand had brushed his as he took the soda can. Usually, the only reason Gordon would notice something like that is that Benrey would start spouting off about that being "gay bro, you a gaymer?" But even though Benrey didn't say anything, Gordon can still feel the slight touch lingering on his fingers, the phantom sensation of Benrey's skin on his.
With a jolt, Gordon realizes he's brushing his knuckles over his lips, feather-light, his soda completely ignored. God, what is WITH him today?! Is he just this touch-starved??
Normally this is the sort of thing he'd have a crisis about. But right now he's finding it hard to get himself to do so. He almost feels bad about it, like he SHOULD be mentally chastising himself, but something about being near Benrey is comforting. Comfortable. The word comes to him unbidden as he sighs deeply, almost leaning into Benrey again on reflex before catching himself and once again trying to mentally self-deprecate for it, but failing. Well, fine. Might as well just breathe and enjoy the inexplicable feeling of content.
This time Benrey's the one to loop his arm around Gordon's shoulders, and Gordon leans into him immediately, nestling back into his shoulder as the comfortable, happy feeling flows through him. No reason not to if Benrey's the one initiating the cuddling, right? Benrey runs his fingers through Gordon's hair and it's so nice. So nice that without thinking he's got a hand on Benrey's thigh, squeezing lightly. Benrey in turn slips a hand under his shirt, grazing the sensitive skin almost teasingly.
The noise Gordon makes is definitely just a sigh, not a whine, absolutely not a whine at how good that feels. Benrey's hand is so warm against his skin and he can't help but lean into him as much as possible now; he needs to be closer. He presses his face into Benrey's neck and shivers.
With how close he is, he swears Benrey smells... better than normal?
Something like that anyway. Whatever that scent is, it's good; he wants more.
He breathes deeply, almost making himself lightheaded trying to find more of the almost-smell, and he feels Benrey laugh a little, feels the vibration from the sound that's not... it's not a mocking laugh. More like Benrey's pleased. He wants more of that too, how it makes his brain flood with dopamine.
It's easy from his current position to just move up a little to capture Benrey's lips with his own, moaning into the kiss as Benrey reciprocates eagerly.
Benrey ends up being the one to pull back for air, and not necessarily his own. Gordon feels like a mess, but in the best way.
"Why... why is it so good?" he whines, not even caring how he sounds.
"'s uh, what do you call 'em. Pheromones. You want help?"
Gordon follows Benrey's gaze down to where he's starting to tent his pants.
"F..fuck... I'm— swear I would've gotten to this eventually even without the ph— ah—"
Gordon is cut off by Benrey grinding the palm of his hand down onto his dick, making him jerk and fall forward, back onto Benrey's shoulder.
"Kicked your nerd ass into gear, haha," he breathes.
Gordon's panting as he cants his hips up, grinding against Benrey's hand. It's just enough friction to feel amazing but nowhere near what he needs to get off right now. Benrey seems to sense this and grins almost predatorily, which makes Gordon's stomach feel like it does a flip. Benrey tackles him onto his back, straddling his legs, and starts fumbling with Gordon's belt buckle.
He leans in close to pull his pants and boxers down, nipping at the skin of Gordon's stomach and making Gordon gasp and squirm. Benrey shoves his own sweatpants down; he's as hard as Gordon is, precum already beading at his tip.
"I'm gonna— I'm gonna make you fuckin fall apart," Benrey says lowly, then sings a stream of rust-colored Sweet Voice into his hand.
"As if I'm not already fucked up on alien chemicals." Gordon's voice is thin and reedy, failing to support the faux-annoyed tone he's trying to take.
"Guess you don't want this then," Benrey says, locking eyes with him as he smears the Sweet Voice slowly onto his own inner thighs.
Gordon watches him, almost mesmerized, hand drifting instinctively down to start stroking himself while he watches. Before he can, though, Benrey grabs his wrist and pins his hand out of the way. Gordon is about to complain before Benrey presses his thighs together around Gordon's cock and squeezes lightly.
"F-fuck!" Gordon gasps and bucks his hips, thrusting between Benrey's thighs. He's so sensitive, the pheromones coating his senses and the orange Sweet Voice sending sparks of warmth to his gut that make him whimper and moan.
"There ya go Gordos," Benrey says. Gordon wraps his arms around the back Benrey's neck to hold himself up. Benrey turns his head to bite at his wrist. Gordon's eyes roll back in his head as he moans, it's so good, it's so fucking good—
Between the pheromones and the Sweet Voice and the way Benrey matches his rhythm, twitching his hips to give Gordon that extra friction as he thrusts, Gordon's not going to last long.
"Benrey, Benrey oh fuck, I'm—"
Benrey's watching him with a hungry expression. His pupils are blown as he stares down at Gordon, mouth slightly open.
"Gonna cum? Gonna— uhhh, gonna nut right now? Bet you won't."
Before Gordon can say anything back, Benrey pries his arms from around his neck and presses them down into the couch, hands pinned by Gordon's face. Benrey leans down to mouth along his jawline. Gordon stutters in his rhythm, breathing out curses and pleas, breathing in Benrey's indescribable smell that goes straight to his dick.
"Louder, bro, lemme— I wanna hear you and see you."
That's what brings Gordon over the edge. He gives one last hard thrust and spills over Benrey's thighs with a cry, back arching off the couch.
Benrey sucks hickeys into Gordon's neck while he shudders through his climax, his teeth grazing gently along the skin before biting in. Soon, Gordon is laying there panting, replaying the white-hot pleasure in his mind.
Benrey's still hard of course, his dick pressing up against Gordon's leg. Benrey shifts a little and makes a punched out little sound from the friction. Gordon moves in as close as he can and presses his lips to Benrey's, hoping to draw more of those sounds out of him. Benrey ruts subtly against him at first, but then he starts to speed up, so Gordon pulls away.
"Aw what the hell."
"Fuck me," Gordon breathes. He didn't think it was possible for Benrey's pupils to blow out even more. Benrey pulls him in for another kiss, fast and aggressive and breathless. Gordon gives his dick a stroke so slowly it's almost painful. He starts to scrabble at Benrey's shirt, trying to get it off.
Benrey sits up enough to fling his own shirt off and then yanks Gordon's off too, leaving him in just his pants that are down around his knees. Gordon lets out a laugh at the picture they both make, shirtless and with fucked up pants, before Benrey makes it trail off into a muffled moan by sticking two fingers into his mouth. Gordon's eyes slip shut as Benrey pumps them in and out. He tastes like that almost-smell, and Gordon runs his tongue around Benrey's fingers to get more of it. By the time Benrey withdraws, he's managed to get Gordon's jeans off his legs and fling them off to wherever.
Gordon whines softly when Benrey takes his fingers out of his mouth, then louder as he takes the slick digits and starts scissoring Gordon open, slowly and methodically.
"Nnh, fuck!"
Gordon squeezes his eyes shut. All he can focus on is the stretch and it's so good, it's almost too much and yet not enough, not even close.
"F-faster," Gordon moans, and Benrey complies. For some reason one worry cuts through all the pleasure sparking down Gordon's spine.
"Hah, wait, the... the couch is gonna get dirty."
Benrey completely stops moving his fingers. Gordon makes a strangled noise and desperately grinds down onto his hand, the sudden loss too much to bear.
"El oh el the couch," Benrey says. "Who cares bro, it's th— it's fuckin couch."
"Benreyyy."
"Nah nah too horny."
Somehow they end up on the floor, though. Gordon's not willing to think about how exactly it happened. He's too busy rolling onto his stomach and all but begging Benrey to hurry up.
"That's uhhhh, I should make you ask more. Gordon Begman, can't wait to get fucked."
Once Benrey's stretched Gordon around three fingers he pulls them out and sings Sweet Voice onto his hand once again. Gordon holds his breath for a moment that feels like a lifetime before it's punched out of him as Benrey slides in.
"Fuck, Gordos, you feel so good," Benrey mumbles. Gordon moans as Benrey fucks in and out of him shallowly, then starts to thrust deeper each time. The rust Sweet Voice hits him in a wave of arousal, making him jolt and let out a hoarse cry right as Benrey bottoms out inside him.
Gordon loses himself to the sensation for a while. It's all too much and his brain has short-circuited. Drool runs out of his mouth as Benrey finds his prostate, his cock rubbing over it again and again. Gordon sees stars; he doesn't even have the presence of mind to jack himself off while Benrey pounds into him.
At some point Benrey slows down and gets into an almost mechanical rhythm that has Gordon rambling out whatever comes to mind (not much other than "fuck" and "Benrey, please," he's so gone). His dick is dribbling precum constantly, the almost punishing rhythm enough to get him right up to the edge of orgasm but not over it.
"F-a-aster, Benrey, please!"
"Awww, Feetman's— hhh, ah— Feetman's close!" Benrey half-laughs, half-moans. He stops altogether for an agonizing second before he makes a strangled sound and keeps thrusting.
"Gonna cum with— don't even have to touch yourself? Daaaaamn," Benrey wheezes, and slams against Gordon's prostate one more time. Gordon's vision whites out as his orgasm overtakes him. Benrey cries out and suddenly Gordon is being filled as he rides out the wave of overwhelming pleasure.
"I got to cum twice," Gordon pants when he comes down enough to talk. "You only got to once."
Benrey's still inside him, breathing heavily against his back and grazing his fingernails over the sensitive skin of Gordon's thigh, making him shiver.
"Damn, no fair," Benrey complains, despite the fact that he wasn't even the one to bring it up. "Gotta— no good gotta fix. Watch this."
Gordon cranes his neck to look back at Benrey, who smirks at him before a spasm shakes his body, eyes rolling back. Gordon's eyes widen at the sight and the feeling of more cum suddenly filling him. God, that's so hot. His dick makes a valiant effort to get ready for round three, but ultimately Gordon is all fucked out.
A little bit of purple liquid runs out of Benrey's mouth as he stops shuddering.
"Plum," he says weakly. "Insta-nut, we're hella even now."
He lays down next to Gordon on the floor. Gordon sighs contentedly and closes his eyes, letting his head rest on his folded arms.
"We gotta clean up, just... not this second," he mumbles.