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They did not meet again until the following month, Ben now out of the army on gardening leave and come to London to sign his contract and be inducted into the Department.
Aleksey, obviously, never bothered himself with routine administration, so let one of his minions organise the paperwork and take charge of Ben for the morning. It was only at lunchtime that he made his first appearance, sauntering into the armoury where Ben was signing for weapons. He was leaning in the doorway when Ben turned around from checking the scope on a rifle.
“Hello, Benjamin.”
Ben cast his eyes quickly back down to the weapon but he nodded and replied, “Sir.”
“All…induced?”
Ben returned the gun to the armourer, scrunching his nose, apparently thinking, then prompted, “Inducted?”
Aleksey clenched his jaw and tested the two words in his head, and said with more asperity in his voice than he’d intended, “I was wondering if you would like to take lunch with me.” He pushed off the wall, adding, “I assumed you would be hungry for something,” as he began to walk slowly down the corridor. After a moment, he heard Ben following and smirked inwardly.
It was very quiet in the hallway, although Aleksey could have sworn Ben was actually grinding his teeth, which was interesting.
“We can walk from here. It is not far.” He stopped and pretended to be trying to be polite. “Unless you would prefer sandwiches in the canteen. Entirely up to you, Benjamin, of course.Youdecide.”
Ben apparently did, for he consulted the lift floor options and selected down—to the reception. Aleksey followed him out into the dull London day.
Ben made no protest when they passed two restaurants and a number of cafes and street vendors, which Aleksey helpfully told him each time did excellent food, and where they could stop—but only if he wanted. It was entirely up to him, of course.
Aleksey could have sworn that Ben’s stride increased with each missed opportunity.
They both sped up quite a lot when Aleksey turned into a small, exclusive hotel alongside the Thames. He merely gave a nod to the desk clerk and jogged up the stairs.
He already had the card for the room, which he’d booked earlier that morning, and swept it impatiently through the lock.
As soon as he opened the door, he was propelled into the suite so fast he tripped and fell face first to the floor, catching his forehead on the hallway table. For a moment, he was stunned and could only put a hand up to stem the bleeding before Ben knelt astride him and held his cheek pressed to the marble floor, mashing it in a little. He bent low and whispered in Aleksey’s ear, “I’m not drunk now, sir, so be very careful what you do or say to me, because I haven’t eaten yet.”
Aleksey felt a shiver run through his entire body and knew this was not fear. Something in Ben Rider’s words triggered the primal creature within him. He went limp, as if surrendering, and then when he sensed the other man was relaxing in his triumphant physical superiority, he lunged to his feet, throwing Ben off, and then he was on him, squashing him down into the corner by the door. With equal intent, he hissed right into his face,
“You may have noticed, Benjamin, I do not eat at all,” and with that he heaved Ben to standing, spun him round and shoved him onto the large double bed.
Ben only rose again to rip off his clothes, and Aleksey followed suit, their shirts and trousers, shoes and socks flying around the room as they bared skin. Not drunk, not in the darkness of a rainy Devon day, there was a moment when they assessed each other, warily sizing the other up, Aleksey edging around the bed, Ben moving on his knees to keep him in sight. Aleksey feinted to the left, Ben threw himself off the bed, and Aleksey caught him around the waist, and they ploughed into the window together, heads clashing. Ben got Aleksey’s arms pinned behind his back, his hands viciously twisting the skin of his wrists as he was forced back to the bed. The hold was released before Aleksey could fight it off, and then Ben was in. He’d clearly overcome his brief reluctance the previous month, for his entry was swift and sure and immediately took Aleksey’s breath away, forcing him to press his face into the coverlet to stifle a cry of pain, which he would not let be forced out for anything.
Once again, Ben went for his hair, snagging it in his fingers, but this time rather than pulling, he massaged Aleksey’s head as he fucked him, and then, as before, he reached around. This time, however, he didn’t grab Aleksey’s cock and give him relief. Instead, he took his balls in his hand and began to squeeze. The pain was unbearable, until it wasn’t, until Ben suddenly released, then squeezed lightly again, and it was all either of them needed, and with a grunt of relief, Ben released into Aleksey, and then he was there too, and his spill shot out onto the rumpled bed. Slowly, Ben put a hand onto the small of Aleksey’s back as he withdrew. He was panting. Aleksey turned slowly and lay face up on the bed, pleasantly wrung out and wondering if he could start drinking at one o’clock in the afternoon. He saw no real reason why not, but then he had a much better idea.
“Order some room service, if you would like. Anything.”
Ben’s expression didn’t change. He only nodded slowly as if Aleksey had said, “Nice to see you again, by the way,” or, “That was good,” possibly even, “I’ve been thinking about you.” Perhaps, Aleksey reflected, amused, Ben had some cause for his apparent bafflement.
After another moment of waiting, Ben turned to the desk to peruse the menu and order.
Aleksey listened to the brief conversation with the room service clerk, then eased to standing, testing his balance. When all was well, he went to explore the shower. He had just opened the bathroom door when Ben pummelled him to one side, and he crashed into the wall. The thought, “He’s punishing me,” sprung into his mind. He pulled the relax trick again, but Ben didn’t fall for it this time and dodged the same way Aleksey did, tripping him and taking him to the floor. On his back, Ben sitting hard and heavy upon him, Aleksey allowed his arms to be spread and pinned. Before he realised what Ben intended, although the swollen and rigid erection so near his face should have been a clue, Ben rose to his knees and thrust his cock towards Aleksey’s face.
Aleksey sharply turned his head away and clamped his mouth shut. Ben frowned and released one arm, knelt on it to keep it pinned and used his free hand to force Aleksey to face front again. Aleksey bit him, for real this time rather than the play bites they’d indulged in at Barton.
Ben snatched his hand away with a hiss of real pain then slapped him. Aleksey thumped his knee up, caught Ben where he intended to catch him and wrestled him over onto his back as the pain from battered balls overwhelmed the powerful man. Before Ben could recover, while he was still fragile, Aleksey entered him. Ben tried pushing him off, furious, but Aleksey spread his hand wide over Ben’s face. He didn’t really know why he did it, it was a trick he used with the horses when they were startled, to still them, calm them, and for some bizarre reason it worked with this man too. Ben suddenly relaxed into the fucking, brought his legs up so Aleksey had better access, and gradually Aleksey removed his hand and placed both palms on Ben Rider’s strong, smooth chest as he rode him.
It was better than he remembered. He was entirely sober and every nerve ascended to a pitch of intense pleasure and began to fire off. When he was so close he could see nothing but explosions in his mind, he lay down on top of Ben and by squashing them tight together brought him off at exactly the right moment until his spill seemed to magically flow through the superb body beneath him and pulse from the other man’s cock.
Once more, all he could hear was the beating of his heart and the ragged panting from both of them. Until there was a discrete knock at the door and a murmured, “Room service.”
He cleared his throat and replied as calmly as if he’d been merely waking from sleep, “Thank you. Leave it there.”
With that he levered off Ben and went into the bathroom.
For a moment he was stunned to a shuddering halt by his appearance. He’d forgotten going face first into a low table. He wore a mask of dried blood, the cut deep and welling still over one eye, and his eyebrow was swollen and darkening to a very noticeable bruise. It looked like he’d been mugged.
