forgive my mouth

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Author: Spikedluv
Fandom: Make Me a Supermodel
Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Ben/Ronnie
Length: 2994 words
Spoilers: Nothing specific, entire season one to be safe.
Summary: Ben takes to sucking cock like a duck to water.
Notes: First-time blow job, and second, and third . . . *g* Written for Round 13 of rounds_of_kink for the prompt: Ben/Ronnie, Ben takes to sucking cock like a duck to water, and the kink: Blow-jobs.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: The usual; not mine, not real. I know that Ben and Ronnie aren’t really having sex. Damn it. *g*
Written: October 13, 2009

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The sight of a naked male body was nothing new to Ben. He’d played high school sports. He worked in a jail, for god’s sake. So why did his eyes keep sliding to Ronnie’s body, slick with the water that sluiced his skin from the showerhead? More specifically, to the cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs?

Even worse, Ben didn’t merely want to look at it, or touch it. He wanted to take it in his mouth. He wanted to know what it would feel like on his tongue. What it tasted like. What it smelled like when he had his face buried in Ronnie’s groin.

Ben groaned, and quickly turned his front to face the wall, hiding his erection from Ronnie.

“You okay?” Ronnie asked.

His voice was much closer than Ben had expected, and he jumped when Ronnie’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ben lied, praying that Ronnie wouldn’t see his erection. “Just a little tight.”

Ben rolled his shoulders in explanation, dislodging Ronnie’s hand without making it look like that’s what he’d been trying to do.

“I’ll give you a massage later,” Ronnie offered.

Ben closed his eyes and swore under his breath.

Ronnie didn’t forget his offer, no matter that Ben had prayed that he would. When they went to their room that night, Ronnie made Ben sit between his legs on Ronnie’s bed so he could massage Ben’s shoulders.

Ben felt guilty about the fib right up until the moment Ronnie’s fingers dug into his muscles. He tried to ignore the swelling in his cock and just enjoy the massage for what it was.

When Ronnie’s deep tissue massage turned into a more gentle massage with long, shallow strokes, Ben pulled away from his hands. He didn’t want to risk getting up yet, so he said, “Lay down on your stomach, I’ll do your lower back.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Ronnie protested.

Ben twirled his finger in a ‘roll over’ gesture. Ronnie smiled, raised one leg over Ben’s head, and then rolled to his stomach. Ronnie faced the wall, so Ben was able to move freely without having to hide his erection. He straddled Ronnie’s thighs, and then pushed Ronnie’s t-shirt up so he could work on bare skin.

Having Ronnie’s warm skin beneath his palms did nothing to calm Ben’s hard on. Nor did the fact that Ronnie had to reach beneath himself at one point to adjust himself, and now Ben could do nothing but imagine what Ronnie would look like hard.

“Anything else hurt?” Ben asked, only half joking.

“Yeah, my ass,” Ronnie said, looking over his shoulder at Ben and laughing.

“Oh yeah?” Ben said, laughing with him, and feeling brave.

Ben moved his fingers lower, and began massaging Ronnie’s ass.

“I was joking!” Ronnie said, but he didn’t say or do anything else to make Ben stop.

As Ben kneaded Ronnie’s ass, his cock filled even more. He blamed the blood rushing out of his head for what happened next.

Ben tugged on the waistband of the sweat pants Ronnie had put on after their shower. “It works better on bare skin.”

Ronnie stopped breathing as Ben’s fingers moved beneath his sweats. Ben lifted up so that Ronnie could also.

“Come on, lift up.”

Ben’s heart nearly stopped when Ronnie did lift up. He pulled the sweats down, and Ronnie had to reach beneath himself to pull the elastic out over his erection.

Ben bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. He pulled the sweat pants down until Ronnie’s ass cheeks were bared, and then settled himself back down on Ronnie’s thighs, pinning them with his weight.

Ben continued the massage with shaking fingers. Ronnie’s cheeks spread under Ben’s ministrations and he caught a glimpse of the furred channel between them. Ben got his thumbs beneath Ronnie’s cheeks and worked his way to the inside. Ronnie moaned and made an aborted attempt to spread his legs.

Ben squeezed himself through his own sweat pants as he lifted off Ronnie’s thighs. “Roll over.”

Ronnie made a sound into his pillow, but he rolled over. Ben looked into his eyes and saw the confusion, and the trust, there.

“Ben . . . .”

“Shhh.”

Only then did Ben let his eyes slide down Ronnie’s body to his groin. His cock lay hard and purple against his belly, pre-come oozing from the slit. Ben reached out and touched it. He knew what an erection felt like (he had touched his own, after all), but he wanted to know what Ronnie’s felt like.

He ran his finger down the length of it, then swiped the pad of his finger across the tip, gathering the pre-come. He looked at it, glistening on his finger, before bringing his finger to his mouth. The taste of it, slightly salty, slightly bitter, exploded on his tongue.

Ben leaned down and gave Ronnie’s cock an experimental swipe of his tongue. He licked round the head. Ronnie made noises that made Ben’s cock throb. Ben lifted Ronnie’s cock and tried to get his mouth round the head, but the angle was wrong.

Ben looked up at Ronnie. “Slide up.”

Ronnie pushed himself back so he leaned against the pillows. Ben made an eager sound in his throat as he followed Ronnie up the bed, and then reached out for him. Ronnie’s breath hitched when Ben drew him away from his belly, and then he groaned when Ben licked the tip.

Ben took the head into his mouth and offered it a tentative suck. He used his tongue as he sucked, and Ronnie inhaled sharply. Ben still held on to the base, so he gave it a trial jack. When Ronnie’s fingers dug into his shoulder, Ben knew he’d done something right.

So he did it again.

Ronnie made a strangled sound in his throat, and his fingers dug in deeper. Ben sucked harder, and Ronnie’s cock went even more stiff in his mouth. Ronnie said Ben’s name and pushed at his shoulder, and then his cock pulsed on Ben’s tongue, and come filled his mouth.

Ben swallowed, and swallowed, but some dribbled down his chin. When Ronnie began to soften, Ben released him and straightened. He wiped the back of his hand across his chin.

Ronnie leaned forward and licked the spilled come Ben had missed off his lips, and then he kissed Ben. Ronnie reached for him, said, “Can I?”

Ben dropped his head to Ronnie’s shoulder as Ronnie reached into his sweats. Ben thrust into Ronnie’s fist as Ronnie jerked him off, and then he groaned his release into Ronnie’s neck.

~*~*~*~

They didn’t talk about it the next day. Ben was mortified by his own actions, but even more so by the desire he hadn’t been able to resist acting upon.

That night they went to bed in silence. Ben couldn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling, listening to Ronnie toss and turn in the bed across the room. Ben reached down and touched himself as he remembered the way it had felt to give Ronnie head. It had been a powerfully heady feeling, knowing that he could make Ronnie lose control like that, and it had excited him, knowing he was doing that to Ronnie.

Ben slid out of his bed and knelt on the floor beside Ronnie’s bed. He placed his hand on Ronnie’s leg. “Ronnie.”

The muscle beneath his hand tensed. “What?”

Ben curled his fingers in the sheet and started pulling it down. “Can I . . . ?”

Ronnie sat up, quickly slapped his hand on top of Ben’s to still it. “No. You didn’t talk to me all day.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Ben rested his forehead on the back of Ronnie’s hand.

“I want to be your friend. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”

“Me neither,” Ben said, “but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Ronnie gently withdrew his hand, then used both hands to frame Ben’s face, and made him look at him.

“Your friendship’s too important to me to experiment.”

While Ronnie spoke, looking at Ben so earnestly, Ben pulled the sheet off of him. His hand found Ronnie; not hard, but not completely disinterested, either. Ronnie’s eyes went a little bit glazed as Ben stroked him through his shorts.

“I liked the way it felt,” Ben said. “Holding you in my mouth. I liked the way you tasted.” Ben pulled his head out of Ronnie’s slack hands and bent down, mouthed Ronnie through his shorts. “And I really liked the way you sounded just before you came.”

Ben tugged at the waistband of Ronnie’s shorts. “Come on.”

“Ben?”

“Come on.”

“You’ll talk to me tomorrow?”

Ben raised his eyes to Ronnie’s. “Yes. I promise. Let me, please. I want to see if I can take all of you, this time.”

Ronnie swore, and lifted up so Ben could pull down his shorts. Ben pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside. He tugged at Ronnie’s legs, and Ronnie shifted so that he sat with his legs over the edge of the mattress.

Ben went right to work, licking Ronnie all over, up the shaft and over the head, poking his tongue into the slit, imprinting the taste and feel of him on his tongue. Ronnie made the sweetest sounds as he ran his hands over Ben’s head.

Ben found the spot just beneath the head that made Ronnie cry out, and then quickly bite his hand to muffle the sound. Ronnie fell back onto the bed as Ben worked that spot, one hand in his mouth, the fingers of the other touching Ben’s head.

Ben took Ronnie in a little bit further, then sucked his way up, then down again, bobbing his head and taking in a little bit more of Ronnie each time. Ronnie took his hand off Ben’s head and frantically tapped the back of the hand holding Ronnie’s hip.

“Hold me, ho-hold, so I don’t choke you.”

Ben tightened his grip on Ronnie’s hip just as Ronnie tried to thrust into his mouth. He hummed his understanding around Ronnie’s cock, and Ronnie thrashed on the bed, moaning against his hand.

Ben’s cock twitched, and he felt the pressure building in his balls. He reached down with one hand and stroked himself through his briefs. As he worked himself, Ben hummed again, all the way up, and then back down Ronnie’s cock.

Ronnie swore, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and then his cock pulsed on Ben’s tongue.

Ben moaned when his own orgasm hit, unloading in his briefs as Ronnie’s come filled his mouth, and Ronnie cried out, his cock pulsing one last time before he reached down and dragged Ben up off his knees and onto the mattress.

Ben had managed to swallow most of Ronnie’s come, but still some had spilled. Ronnie licked his chin, his lips, and then into his mouth as he reached for Ben. He froze for a second when his hand encountered Ben’s wet briefs, and then he kissed Ben even harder.

“You really liked that?” he panted.

Ben nodded, embarrassed, but Ronnie just kissed him again.

Ronnie dragged Ben’s shorts off, gently wiped him clean, and then dropped them over the side of the bed. He pulled the sheet up and curled himself around Ben.

“Sleep now,” Ronnie said, and Ben did.

~*~*~*~

Ben woke up in Ronnie’s bed. Heat crept up his chest and neck when he remembered what he’d done last night. Part of him felt like running, except he’d promised Ronnie that he wouldn’t. Another part of him felt like sliding down Ronnie’s body and taking him into his mouth.

Ben wasn’t sure which was worse. He decided not to think about it. Ben rolled to his side so he could cuddle up next to Ronnie, and then froze when he saw that Ronnie’s eyes were open, when he realized that Ronnie had been watching him, had probably read every thought that had gone through his mind.

Ben buried his face in Ronnie’s chest so he didn’t have to look at him. Ronnie stroked his shoulders.

“You promised,” Ronnie whispered.

Ben nodded. “I know.” He held Ronnie tight in lieu of the words he couldn’t make himself say. “It’s hard,” he finally got out.

“What is?” Ronnie said, his hands still moving over Ben’s back.

“Admitting to myself that I . . . .”

“Like to suck cock?” Ronnie finished.

Ben tried to curl in on himself. He nodded against Ronnie’s chest.

“Is this . . . ? I mean, have you . . . done this before?”

“No.”

“You haven’t . . . ? This is your first time?”

Ronnie sounded incredulous, which made Ben raise his head. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re . . . .” Ronnie flushed pink. “. . . really good at it.”

Ben smiled. He didn’t feel quite as embarrassed over his own actions now. In fact, he was feeling kind of brave again. He slid down Ronnie’s body until his face was even with Ronnie’s groin. He licked Ronnie to hardness, then sucked him to completion as Ronnie moaned Ben’s name and stroked his head.

~*~*~*~

That night Ronnie taught Ben how to sixty-nine. When Ben reached for him, Ronnie stopped him.

“I want to do you.”

Ben was torn. He didn’t know of a single guy who would turn down a blow job, but he really, really wanted to suck Ronnie off.

As if he could read Ben’s indecision, Ronnie said, “We could do each other, at the same time.”

Ben’s cock twitched in approval. Ronnie smiled, then pressed Ben down onto the mattress.

“On your side,” Ronnie said.

Ben rolled to his side, and then Ronnie laid down on his side with his head towards Ben’s feet. With no warning, Ronnie took Ben into his mouth. Ben moaned, and instinctively thrust his hips. He moaned against when Ronnie took him right down, and as if he were the one blowing Ronnie, Ronnie’s cock swelled in front of Ben’s face.

His entire body tingled from the feelings Ronnie was creating with his tongue, but his mouth watered to taste Ronnie’s cock again. Ben licked Ronnie from tip to root, then again, thrilling as Ronnie’s cock filled even more.

Ben took Ronnie’s cock into his mouth. He was afraid that he’d be distracted by the arousal coursing through him, but instead it made Ben even more eager. He wanted to make Ronnie feel the same way he felt.

Ben did it right if the way Ronnie moaned around Ben’s cock was any indication. Ben didn’t have much time to gloat, because it set off a chain reaction that aroused Ben even more, and also had him working harder to get Ronnie to make that sound again.

Ben kept taking Ronnie in further, until the head of Ronnie’s cock hit the back of his throat. Ronnie clutched at Ben’s legs and hummed around his cock in what Ben took to be approval, so Ben did it again. Cool air rushed over Ben’s cock as Ronnie released him.

“Jesus,” Ronnie gasped, “don’t you have a gag reflex at all?”

“I don’t know,” Ben said. “Let’s find out.”

Ben took Ronnie back into his mouth, teased his tongue around the head, and then went all the way down on him. Ronnie’s cock hit the back of his throat once, twice, and then Ben swallowed. It was the strangest feeling, trying to swallow with something that large blocking your throat, but Ronnie’s reaction meant that Ben would be trying it again, and soon.

Ronnie mewled deep in his throat, then went stiff as a board as his cock pulsed in Ben’s mouth. Ben pulled back just far enough so that Ronnie’s come fell on his tongue. Ben suckled Ronnie until he softened, then licked him until Ronnie whimpered.

Ben was startled when Ronnie took him back into his mouth and started sucking, and then he had to muffle a shout of surprise when Ronnie took him into his throat and showed him exactly why Ronnie had gone off so quickly.

~*~*~*~

Ben was still a little bit embarrassed by it, but he could at least admit to himself now that he enjoyed sucking cock. He especially enjoyed sucking Ronnie’s cock. He sucked Ronnie’s cock every night before they went to bed, but he liked it best when he could surprise Ronnie.

Like the one morning when Ronnie returned to their room after his shower and Ben was waiting for him. As soon as the door closed behind Ronnie, Ben pushed him back against it and went to his knees. He pulled the towel Ronnie wore around his waist loose and let it fall to the floor.

“Ben,” Ronnie said, laughing, and already a little bit turned on, “we’re gonna be late.”

Ben looked up at Ronnie and said, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ronnie groaned.

They weren’t too late.

Or that one day before an important catwalk, when Ben followed Ronnie into the bathroom, ostensibly to calm his nerves, but in reality to suck him dry. Ben thought he should get much of the credit for Ronnie’s walk that afternoon.

Or today, when they were alone in the weight room. Ben left Ronnie standing in the middle of the room and went over to lock the door.

“What are you doing?”

Ben just looked at him. Ronnie’s eyes widened in understanding, and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We’re in the weight room!” Ronnie hissed.

“I locked the door.”

“That’s not the . . . .”

“And you like it, right?”

“Well, yes, of course, I do, but still not the point.”

“I’m good at it,” Ben said, trying not to sound too smug.

“Yes.” Ronnie swallowed hard. “Yes, you are.”

“But a man should never take his talent for granted.”

“Uh, well, I guess.”

“And practice makes perfect, wouldn’t you agree?”

Ben didn’t wait for the agreement he saw in Ronnie’s eyes to reach his lips before shoving Ronnie’s shorts down and pushing him back onto the bench.

The End