By late afternoon on Sunday Ben worried he'd pushed Dean too far, he hadn't heard anything from him. He, himself, was having a hard time processing exactly what happened before dinner the night before. He thought about how Dean had stalked him the second he was in the door, sure Dean liked him, too. They had some excellent chemistry, he'd never come so hard with so little stimulation before.
Remembering the night before flooded his manhood in a rush. He remembered the feeling of Dean's cock in his mouth, cumming in flushes, swallowing it down. He couldn't explain it, but the thought of having Dean cum inside his mouth, having Dean's cum in his stomach, had him nearly ready to burst again. He refrained from touching himself, tried to busy himself with other tasks, but he couldn't get the idea out of his head.
Needless to say, he didn't get much done on Sunday. At exactly ten pm, just as he was sliding between his sheets to read a little before he turned out the lights, he received a strange text from Dean. Just the sight of the notification had his heart in his throat. It wasn't his normal message window, it was something else in his message box. It said 'Dean and Ben incognito'. It didn't say anything on his screen until he clicked into the actual message log.
'Hey.'
Hey? That was all Dean was gonna say to him? He'd spent half the day agonizing over if Dean thought he was a disgusting pervert, and the other half fantasizing that Dean liked last night as much as he had.
'What's an incognito?' he sent.
'A secure message that's encrypted,' Dean sent back. A second later another text popped up. 'Disappears after six hours.'
Oh. He understood. These messages would be private, and unsaved. He could say things he wanted without worrying. 'Neat. So, about last night. I wanted to make sure you were okay.'
Dean typed out for over a minute, and Ben watched with his breath held. 'You're worried about me? I was out of control. I wanted to apologize.'
His fingers flew of their own accord. He'd never texted so fast before. 'You were amazing. Please, don't apologize.' Send. 'It was fucking hot.' Send. 'Amazing.' Send. 'Mind blowingly good.' Send.
Dean must have been typing at the same time, because his text landed in the middle of the machine gun fire of Ben's texts. 'I shouldn't have pushed you that far. I'm not usually like that.'
'Dean, last night was freaking fantastic. I wanna do it again.'
There was a pause that went on too long, it had him dancing with anxiety. 'You're killing me, DeLuca', was Dean's eventual response. He should've been expecting it.
Forget texting, this wasn't working. He called Dean. It rang three, four times, and Ben was worried he'd be sent to voicemail, but Dean picked up at the last second. "Ben," he whined as he answered the phone. "I didn't-"
"Dean, shut up," Ben demanded.
Dean shut up, which actually surprised him. "Oh. Okay. So, I wanna, um... What're you doing right now?" He couldn't just jump in, it was too embarrassing.
"Getting ready for work tomorrow. What're you doing?"
"I was in bed, reading."
"You're going to bed already? Are you a kid?"
Ben sniffed out a small laugh. "I usually read for an hour or so in bed before I actually go to sleep. Besides, I need a full night's sleep or I'm worthless the next day."
"Yeah," Dean agreed. A moment of awkward silence sat between them.
"So," he began at the same time that Dean said "Hey, Ben." They both stopped, then he chuckled. "You first."
Dean cleared his throat. "Ben, I, about last night, I, um, I'm not, I mean, with the, ah..."
"Dean, please. Stop worrying. I really did enjoy it. A lot."
Dean didn't sound convinced. "For real?" He could hear Dean's eyebrows rise up at the end.
"For real."
"How? How did you like it? The last time I, I mean, I'm not, but one time, I, ah, had this boyfriend, and, uh..." Dean trailed off. Ben waited for him to continue, and he did, but he sounded breathy, as if he was running or something. Or having a mild panic attack. "I was dating this guy, Mike, and we'd been dating for a while. He did something, I thought, I mean, sorta submissive, and it was... it made me want to be mean to him, mean like I was last night. I told him about it and he laughed it off. He broke up with me the following week, told our mutual friends that I was... I'm a freak, Ben. I'm messed up."
"Did you do stuff like last night with him?" Ben asked, jealousy blooming in his belly.
"What?! Of course not! I just told him what I wanted to do. He told our friends I was a sex freak. I already said it, Ben, but I'm messed up," Dean said, his voice strained.
The pain in Dean's voice turned his jealousy at the faceless Mike to anger. "Dean, you're not a sex freak, whatever the hell that even means. And, honestly? It's his loss. You're not messed up."
"I am, I shouldn't wanna do shit like that, shouldn't get off on it, you know? Like, I'm already gay, and I'm a freak on top of being gay. A double whammy."
"That's bullshit, right there. You're not a freak. I really liked it." His throat grew tight. "Like, really, really. I've never, ah, didn't think I would." He shook his head, then started again. "I really liked that you liked it, too."
"You were just, it was the heat of the moment, Ben," Dean tried to explain away.
He snorted. "Rubbish. I've never really been into anything extreme before, but the first time you were mean to me made me hard as steel. I liked it, Dean. I don't know why. The shame, the power you have over me, it's super hot."
"I made you crawl on the floor naked, Ben."
He moaned, closing his eyes and remembering it. "Mmm. You did."
"I forced you to swallow my cum."
"Keep talking dirty to me. I didn't know you were into phone sex, but I'm down." Ben said, only half teasing.
Dean groaned. "Ben, this is serious, yea?"
"So is the boner you just gave me, Dean. If you're messed up, then so am I. If you're a sex freak, then so am I. I liked it. No, I didn't just like it. I wanna do it again. I want you to do more things to me. I'm the freak, Dean. I really, really wanna do more freaky things with you."
"You're killing me," Dean whined.
"Was it bad? Was I no good?" he asked, suddenly worried he'd messed up and that's why Dean was upset.
"God, no, Ben! It was fucking hot as hell. You're, the way you react to me, it's perfect. Too perfect. That's the problem."
"Not how I see it," he said. He turned the light off and lay back in bed, passively running the heel of his hand over his erection. "There's no problem if you like it and I like it, too."
"Ben, it's messed up! I shouldn't have gone so far, but you push my buttons like no one I've ever met." Dean sounded frustrated. "When I'm with you I can't control it, and that's why it's messed up."
"Don't control it," Ben sighed. "It's not messed up. We have good chemistry, Dean. It seems like we may share complimentary kinks."
"I don't have any kinks," Dean snapped. Ben thought he could hear a bit of fear under the instant denial.
He decided to try a different tactic. "Sure, but what we did last night, it hit my kinks perfectly. Thank you for humoring me."
"Dammit, DeLuca, I wasn't humoring you! I was shaming you!"
"Mmm," he moaned. "Shame me some more. You know you like it."
"Ben!" Dean sighed. "You shouldn't like it, yea?"
"I like it Dean. You do too, or at least I think you do. I wanna be clear with you, because I feel like I'm not saying it right. I really liked it. A lot. I'm your bitch, Dean, and you need to punish me, discipline me when I misbehave. You need to train me to be exactly the bitch you want me to be," he said. His cock throbbed in agreement.
Dean struggled internally, he could practically hear it over the line. "You really liked it?"
Ben laughed, and he was surprised at how husky it sounded. "God yes, Dean. I loved it."
"Tell me what you liked," Dean asked, and Ben thought he could hear just a little of the commanding voice beneath his nervousness.
