teenagesex:
bby
“Thought you said I was reckless and you didn’t care if I broke my neck,” Ben said. Claire and Jesse stood on the dock watching him bob up and down on the boat that he had spent a good amount of his savings on.
Claire thought it was stupid because Ben didn’t know anything about sailing, and how the hell were they supposed to do their job in the water? Jesse didn’t say much, but he also thought Ben was foolish for spending all that money.
“You are,” Claire said, approaching. She ran her hand on the slick surface of the bow. “But it would be kind of nice to have a home that wasn’t a motel, or your mom’s house.”
“And you know,” Jesse continued, hopping on the deck. “We’ve never fucked on a boat before.”
Ben grinned.
(via camuizuuki)
boazpriestly:
South of Eden - 1.15 The Lucky Ones
The air between them is hot and thick, like summer, despite the balmy temperature outside. All Ben wants to do is touch her, the gauzy material of her dress, the smooth skin of her arms and hips. He never wants his mouth to leave hers.
She pulls at his pants, slipping her hand under the material and grabbing his ass, grinning ear-to-ear at finding skin instead of any kind of underwear. “Holding out on me, Braeden?” she kisses the corner of his mouth.
He hoists her and gets to the bed, nosing his way down her neck and in her hair. She smells like roses and dirt. “Lucky for you princess, I’m always going commando.”
The mood shifts though, slow and sensual as she runs her nails over his back, avoiding all the scars. He thinks that maybe she loves him, and he sure as hell hopes that she does, because he can already tell that he can’t live without her.
boazpriestly:
timelord-of-the-coldplayers:
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This is Ben and Jesse!
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Ben put his hands on Jesse’s ribs, slowly dragging his fingers along each bone, over the freshly healed skin. “You were bleeding,” Ben says, still astounded. “I was holding your liver in my hands.”
Jesse says nothing, just breathes, still holding himself over Ben.
Ben strokes his index finger just under Jesse’s navel. “And…you were dying.”
His skin is warm and healed, like he’s never hurt himself a day in his life. But that wendigo ripped into Jesse like he was a fucking chew toy. Ripped open his chest and stomach, blood and (literally) guts, all over the place. Ben scrambled to put everything back in place while Jesse lay limp in his arms, bleeding and gasping for air.
“I almost lost you,” Ben whispered.
Jesse leaned his forward to press his head to Ben’s. “Not gonna lose me, mate,” he promises in such a quiet tone before kissing Ben right on the mouth.
iamthemagicks:
picture source: shadowsfallonyesterday-xx; reblogged by Ines
this turned adult too…
Everyone’s at the house and Ben is still feeling a little sick over the whole ordeal. Claire is smashing in windows on the other side of the property; Ben hears it loud and clear, like a bell, the sound of a tire-iron going through windows. Not a lot of other sounds in the vast openness of South Dakota.
Jesse comes out of the house, finds Ben quick in the little make-shift garage, leaning against a work bench. “Bobby seems nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Why aren’t you happy, mate?” Jesse asks. “I mean, we found him, found Sam. Shit, found Castiel too.”
There was a tearful reunion for Ben and Dean, not full on chick moment, but Ben’s eyes water, he thought he saw Dean wiping under his. Sure there was the hour of questioning and yelling, and Ben did feel his face wet when he yelled ‘Why didn’t you want me?’ and there was a hug. But Claire isn’t ever getting her dad back; Castiel said Jimmy’s been gone for years, and now that he is human, he has no contact with heaven, with his formal vessel.
Ben says nothing, because he knows Jesse can read all this, sense it in a second. So Jesse comes forward, pressing his body to Ben’s. Their foreheads touching, Jesse’s hands in his hair. They don’t have to say anything, as Jesse kisses down his neck and Ben just holds on. Leans back at the feel of a hand on his belt, deftly opening the fly of his pants.
“What if someone comes out?”
“You really worried about that right now?”
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i heard your ribs breaking
“I love you,” Ben says, hauling Jesse’s body onto the bed and peeling off his shirt. All that blood…but there’s not a single mark on him.
“Ben-“
But he’s cut off with a rough kiss on the mouth, Ben’s body pinning him down to the mattress. Claire is gone and they’re hunting alone. Because really, when she’s gone, they are alone, even with each other.
That demon got Jesse good; ripped through his rib cage and out the other side before Ben got behind it and shot it in the back of the head. They try to save the bullets on the Colt, and Ben knows all Jesse had to do was think, and that demon would have been back in Hell. But when Ben saw that spray of blood, saw Jesse drop to his knees and gap like a fish, Ben didn’t hesitate, he didn’t even flinch.
Ben sheds his own shirt, kicks off his shoes and socks, then wiggles out of his jeans. Jesse does the same, and is lying there for him, like a fucking prize. Ben swallows audibly and positions his body back over Jesse’s. Their hips pressed together.
“Ben,” Jesse says again, threading his fingers through Ben’s hair. “I’m okay.”
“I know.” He kisses along Jesse’s collar. He wants to take it nice and slow, wants his mouth and tongue all over Jesse. He needs to make sure that he knows, that Jesse knows. Ben kisses down his chest, right above the nipple. There had been blood there twenty minutes ago. “I love you,” he breathes again.
“I love you,” Jesse answers, his breath hitching as Ben makes his way down Jesse’s body. Ben can’t lose either of them, he can’t stand to be in world where they are not. He doesn’t know how to be alone.
/end.
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Claire looks him up and down, her arms folded over her chest. “Do you think you’re cool or something.”
He pulls on the jacket. “Absolutely.”
She rolls her eyes. “Get in the car, Casanova. We have a job upstate.”
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kept in stone
Jesse/Ben/Claire
adult.
Summary: Ben has daddy issues a mile long and lonely. And sometimes it gets to him.
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Ben lies on the bathroom floor, his head just touching the tub, his feet brushing against the door. An old habit from childhood. When he was scared or sick, or sad, he’d curl on the rug in the bathroom, because the rug smelled like Mom’s shampoo and bath-wash. Because it was warm and cold at the same time. No one would bother him, he could cry in silence.
There’s knocking, soft and slow, and Ben knows it’s Jesse. He’s calmer than Claire. “Come on, mate,” he says. “Let us in.”
He wants to answer, go away, but says nothing.
Then Claire is pounding with fury. “Goddammit, Ben. You can’t believe them. You know demons lie.” She presses her head to the door and kicks.
It’s true, he knows it is. His years of training, his experience. Demons do lie, they say whatever they can to rile you, to make you weak. But Ben has daddy issues, as this one pointed out. A mile long and lonely. His daddy never wanted him, the demon spat. His daddy left him and his mom because Dean Winchester couldn’t and wouldn’t be tied down. That his daddy would be appalled to find out that his only son was a queer.
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“You look gay,” Jesse points out from the bed. The computer sits on his lap and he’s still dressed in sleep gear. Flannel pants, no shirt. His hair tussled and messy from sleep and the just-waking-up sex.
Ben chuckles. “Well takes one to know one right?” They’re working a case that involves men disappearing from the only gay bar in town; in three towns actually. Ben’s picked up some shifts as a bar tender.
Jesse rolls his eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times, don’t be a stereotype,” he explains with a bit of disappointment. Ben crawls on the bed, pushing the laptop aside. He puts his hands on Jesse’s knees.
“But don’t you like the shirt? Where you can see my arms?” Jesse runs his nails over Ben’s biceps and shoulders. “And I let my hair grow out, so you and her can pull it.” He kisses that sweet pulse-point on Jesse’s neck, runs his teeth along the vein.
Jesse growls and tilts his head back. “I hate you,” Jesse tells.
“Not what you’re gonna be saying in a minute,” Ben promises.
The door opens and Claire comes in the bags from McDonald’s for breakfast. Ben and Jesse freeze for a second.
Ben reaches out an arm to her. “Care to join, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head and pulls up a chair alongside the bed. “I want Jesse on top. Holding your arms above your head,” she directs.
In seconds Jesse has them switched, Ben on his back, arms pinned at the wrists. A wicked grin on Jesse’s mouth as Claire gives out more instruction.
(via camuizuuki)
Ben goes through the journal. A lot of hunters carried their own, kept notes, records. They have seven spiral and compensition notebooks between the three of them. He’s flipping through one of Jesse’s, the handwriting neat and tidy, like a girl’s he often teases. Perfectly legible while Ben apparently has the handwriting of serial killer.
They’re on the trail of an angel. Maybe Castiel, may not. He’s leaving a trail of punished people, candy wrappers at each crime scene. Ben can’t say that he’s sorry about the people who are dead. A guy who beat his wife and kids drowned in beer in his car; a guy picking up gay kids are bars beating them until their mouths bled was found hogtied and his own dick stuck in his mouth.
From what Ben has read, from what he heard from Jesse, that’s not really Castiel’s prerogative. And what kind of angel munches on Snickers and Sweet Tarts while bringing forth the wrath of God?
The gas pump pops, the car full. Ben tosses the journal and takes out the pump, closes the gasket and grabs the receipt. Jesse and Claire come out of the gas station holding hands, long fingers laced together. She carries a small bag with water bottles and beef jerky. A small cup salad.
Jesse lets her go to kiss Ben before floating to the back seat. “We good to go?”
“Yeah,” Ben answers. She tastes like cherries.
“Gimmie the keys,” Jesse asks. Ben tosses them. He gets another kiss, a quick ass grab before Jesse climbs in the car. Ben grins and gets in the passenger side.
(via camuizuuki)
“Mr. Winchester?”
It takes a second before Ben looks up. He’s been using the name since he got those memories back. Wears the name like a shield, tightly attached to his chest. It belongs to him, tattooed on his arm and in his heart.
“Yeah?” Ben answers.
“Here are the files.” The secretary of the school hands him a folder with the list of after-school activities of five kids who had been mysteriously killed. “Are you okay?” she asks
He purses his lips. “Yes. Thanks.” And walks away. Claire is still mad at him, Jesse is no where to be found. He tries to figure out if this all has been worth it.
(via camuizuuki)
Ben Braeden/Team Free Will 2.0 Fics
Dean and Lisa, the Bendy Weekend.
Sometimes Claire likes to be cute, and cheesy and romantic, and Ben doesn’t mind, because frankly, sometimes he feels that way too. So after a weekend of watching Lifetime, because that’s the only channel the damn hotel got, they’re at the beach and she’s running in the waves in a blue bikini she bought at the thrift store; it matches her eyes and her smile.
As the waves come crashing she yells his name and he stands, just out of reach of the water. “Hey,” she says.
“What?”
“Say I’m a bird.”
He grins and she runs to him, jumping into his arms. He’s never loved anyone like he loves her. She kisses his jaw, over his eyelids.
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” he echoes from the movie, into her mouth. She giggles and kicks her legs.
(Source: staay-fearlesss, via camuizuuki)
“Oooh,” Jesse chortled approaching Ben sitting on the car. He spread his legs a bit, settling himself between Ben’s thighs. “Professor Braeden.”
Ben cracks a grin. “You like?”
Coyly, Jesse takes Ben’s left hand and brings it down, resting on the ridge of his jeans, outlining his erection. “What do you think.”
“I think,” Ben says, stretching back a bit. “That I’ll require some assistance.”
Claire pops up from the other side of the car, taking off those heels that she hates so much. She’s dressed in a similar manner. Sophisticated, professional. A knee-length skirt, a white blouse that buttons in the front. Her grin is inward and her eyes sparkle darkly as she comes around, stands behind Jesse. She breaths on his ear, reaches around to put her hand over Ben’s. “Is there a problem, professor?”
Ben smirks and pulls Jesse in tighter, kisses him rough while Claire bites down his neck.
(via camuizuuki)
iamthemagicks:
Bones
Ben/Jesse, NC-17
“I want you so bad,” Ben growls and shoves Jesse against the wall. The door to the motel slams shut with a flick of Jesse wrist. “That’s so hot.” Ben devours Jesse’s mouth. All teeth and tongues, desperate, like this is their last night on Earth.
Shirts are off by the time they get to the bed, Jesse on his back, Ben standing to take off his jeans, his boxers in one go. Struggles a minute with Jesse’s belt, and zipper. “What’s the matter, Ben?” Jesse goads. “Don’t want it?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
And they’re naked, pressing to one another, the hot sensation of cock to cock. Ben never thought he’d be like this, experience these feelings, this sensation. He loves every bit of Jesse. Wants him, needs him. He sucks on Jesse’s tongue, pushes his knees against his calves. “You’re so fucking hot,” Ben says, kissing his chin, along the jaw.
“So you keep telling me, mate.”
“Mm I love when you call me that.” A nip at the neck, his hand fisted into Jesse’s hair.
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Bones
Ben/Jesse, NC-17
“I want you so bad,” Ben growls and shoves Jesse against the wall. The door to the motel slams shut with a flick of Jesse wrist. “That’s so hot.” Ben devours Jesse’s mouth. All teeth and tongues, desperate, like this is their last night on Earth.
Shirts are off by the time they get to the bed, Jesse on his back, Ben standing to take off his jeans, his boxers in one go. Struggles a minute with Jesse’s belt, and zipper. “What’s the matter, Ben?” Jesse goads. “Don’t want it?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
And they’re naked, pressing to one another, the hot sensation of cock to cock. Ben never thought he’d be like this, experience these feelings, this sensation. He loves every bit of Jesse. Wants him, needs him. He sucks on Jesse’s tongue, pushes his knees against his calves. “You’re so fucking hot,” Ben says, kissing his chin, along the jaw.
“So you keep telling me, mate.”
“Mm I love when you call me that.” A nip at the neck, his hand fisted into Jesse’s hair.
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