Benn There, Done That

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking in an attempt to clear my vision. Peeking over the edge of the covers, I saw Jamie walk into the bathroom, clad in only his boxer briefs. It was a sight to see, for sure, but I quickly fell back asleep.

A short while later, I woke up again slowly and quietly raising myself onto my forearms, looking towards the end of the bed. Jamie had his back to me, humming quietly while he held a towel around his waist. He removed the towel and began drying his hair. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle as I saw his bare ass, sculpted by the years and years of hockey.

“Jesus, Cor. You scared the shit out of me.” Jamie whipped around, barely covering himself with the towel. I held my hands over my eyes, laying back down and letting him change. I felt the bed dip down slightly as he climbed on, having thrown on a pair of athletic shorts and a black t-shirt. He laid facing me, head propped up on one hand. I spread my fingers, peering out into the room again.

“So-“ I stopped talking when I tried to turn to face Jamie, mirroring his position, but noticed I was only wearing my bra and underwear. Jamie smirked and grabbed me a shirt from his dresser, rolling his eyes as I insisted he turn around while I put it on. I moved so that I was sitting upright, legs crossed and fingers tapping my chin as I tried to remember what had happened last night.

“We didn’t, uh, you know.” Jamie sat back down, answering one of the questions that had been swirling in my mind. “I mean, you wanted to and I did as well. But, um, I think we both passed out before we could put our plans into action.” I covered my eyes and groaned, wanting to disappear. When I looked back up again, I noticed the empty bottle of José Cuervo on the ground, and bits and pieces of our night began to come back to me.

Jamie pressed his lips to my neck, sloppily trailing kisses down until he reached the top of my bra.

“Whoa, buddy, let’s slow down a bit.” He moved his kisses back to my lips, and I giggled as his hands tickled my sides.

“Oh, I forgot you’re ticklish.” He continued doing so, causing me to squirm as he hovered over me.

“Jamie, I’m gonna pee if you keep doing that.” He started dying laughing and rolled off of me, opening the drawer next to his bed and removing a half empty bottle of José Cuervo. “Gimme!”

My drunk reflexes were slow, and even though Jamie was pretty drunk, too, he was still faster than me. He pulled the bottle away from me, opened it, and tipped it back. Thankfully, he held it out to me afterwards. I downed some, not even feeling the burn in my throat.

“I like your outfit.” Jamie’s hand traveled over my abdomen, resting across my stomach.

“Thanks. I get that a lot.” I slowly winked and started laughing again, downing another bit of Jack. A smile spread across my face as I thought of something wicked. “Hey, Jame? Have you ever done a body shot?” He let out a laugh.

“No, have you?” I nodded slyly.

“Crazy college days. You wanna try?”

“I dunno how, Cor.” I asked him to grab some salt and to see if he had any limes. A few minutes later, with seemingly no casualties, he came walking back into the room, handing me a salt shaker and a bag of pre-sliced limes, probably from another party. Laying on his back, he watched me assess the supplies.

“K, let me show you.” I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I placed a wet kiss on the center of his chest, before pouring the salt over it. Then I placed the lime wedge in his mouth, instructing him to hold it with his teeth. “I’m not gonna pour the shot on you, cuz that’s gross. I’mma drink it out of the bottle. Watch.”

Tossing back what should have probably counted as two shots, I leaned forward, kissing and licking the salt of his chest before pulling myself up to his mouth, sucking on the lime. I sat up after it had been sucked dry, holding it in my mouth and tossing it to the ground, watching Jamie with a smirk.

“Fuck, let me try.” He grabbed my waist and rolled over so he was on top of me. “Salt goes anywhere?” I bit my lip and nodded, holding my breath as he knelt on the floor, in between my legs as they hung off of the bed. He kissed the area below my belly button and I barely stifled a moan. After pouring the salt and placing the lime, he tossed back a good portion of the bottle and licked the salt up. I couldn’t help but arch my back as he slowly made his way up my lower body, before settling on my mouth and sucking the lime held in my teeth.

“Jame, you’re a fucking natural.” He offered me the remainder of the bottle and I climbed back into his lap.

I pressed my lips to his as he hugged me close, his hands lifting my ass so that I was essentially koaling him as he sat on the bed. I pulled away, breathing heavily, but Jamie didn’t let that last as he pulled me in for more kisses. He fell onto his back, and I started to laugh, which only got louder as he flipped me onto my back and started kissing down my body. My hands held his hair as he traveled to where the salt had once been.

“Fuck.” He stopped, breathing heavily before resting his head on my body, using me as a pillow while still resting between my legs.

“Mmmmm.” I yawned and smiled, feeling my grip on his hair loosen as I drifted to sleep.

“Holy shit.” I brushed my hair out of my face, blank expression on my face.
“Yeah, holy shit.” Jamie stared off into space, the same blank expression on his face.

“Uh, well…” I didn’t know what to say. What had happened last night? I can’t say I regretted it. I mean, fuzzy memories or not, I remember thoroughly enjoying each touch of Jamie’s hand and each kiss he placed on my lips or neck or wherever. But, what did this mean? Was it just a drunk thing that happened and that we’d both pretend didn’t? I mean, I was sitting in one of my best friend’s bed, wearing nothing but my underwear, bra, and his shirt. Jamie looked confused, but not particularly ashamed or regretful.

“I think we should do it again.”

“Um, excuse me?” He shrugged and looked at me.

“I liked it. You liked it. Why not?”

“Jamie, if you’re suggesting we be fuck buddies, I don’t-“

“Don’t think of it as fuck buddies. Think of it as… friends with benefits.”

“That’s so cliché, I’m gonna puke. I don’t wanna be another puck bunny you use.” He raised his eyebrows and scoffed, sarcastically holding out his hand as if he wanted me to shake it.

“I’m sorry, I guess we haven’t met. I’m Jamie Benn. You must have me confused with my good pal, Tyler Seguin.” I rolled my eyes. “Cor, you know I don’t bring home a different girl every night. I’m just sayin’.”

“Okay, fine. But, this is gonna make things weird.”

“Jeez, Cor, I’m not proposing. I’m not even asking for anything relationship-y. But clearly we are good at this physical shit, and if you’re down, I am, too.” I let out a slow breath and nodded.

“I’m down.” I held my hand up and Jamie and I high-fived. “But, we cannot tell anyone. ANYONE.”

“I agree. Just you and me. No Jesse and NO Tyler.” We nodded and sat in silence for a few moments. I finally pushed myself off of the bed and looked for my clothes, laughing as I found them across the room. I took of Jamie’s shirt and noticed him approaching me, placing his hands on my hips.

“Maybe we should test out our “friends with benefits” perks right now.” He massaged my hips, moving his hands lightly to rest under my ribs, his huge hands holding me against him. My head fell back against Jamie’s chest as he continued massaging and nibbled on my neck. I groaned as he grabbed my breasts in his hands, tracing his thumbs over my nipples and sucking on my neck. I ground my ass into him as he continued to kiss, feeling him noticeably hard against me.
Raising my hands to hug around his neck, I stood on my toes and leaned towards his ear.

“Let’s test another perk.” I reached behind my back and placed my hand over his crotch, rubbing it slowly through his shorts. He pulled me closer and groaned. I flipped around in his grasp and kissed him quickly, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him so he stood against the wall. Dropping to my knees, I looked up at Jamie as he bit his lip, smirking.

“You seem pretty eager to join this fuck buddy situation now, eh?” I cocked an eyebrow, placing my hands on my hips.

“I’m sorry, do you not want me to suck your dick?” Jamie laughed and pretended to zip his lips as I lowered his shorts and briefs. He was fully erect and, fuck, he was big. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and placed the tip in my mouth, removing it quickly before taking him in fully. As I worked Jamie in and out of me, he held onto the wall and closed his eyes, bucking his hips occasionally.

“Jesus, Cor, why didn’t we try this earlier?” I ignored his question and continued taking him, slowing my pace as he moved his hands to my hair and gripped tighter. “Shit, I’m almost there.” I pumped my hands up and down his shaft before taking him in my mouth again, slowly sucking and soon feeling his warmth fill my mouth. I grabbed the towel he had left on the floor and cleaned myself up, as Jamie took a few deep breaths.

I stood and Jamie pulled me in for another kiss, this one slow but not overly gropey. His hands set on my shoulders and my arms wrapped around his neck. When Jamie pulled away, he placed another kiss quickly before speaking against my lips.

“What time is it?” I glanced at the clock sitting on his nightstand, swearing under my breath.

“It’s 1:00 PM. I’ve gotta get home.” Poking him in the chest, I turned and walked to grab my clothes, putting them back on. “You and I are both lucky that we had the day off today.”

“Yeah, you’re damn right I’m lucky.”

“Jesus, Jame, don’t hit me with the fuckboy shit now that you’re, uh, well. Actually, I guess you are my fuck boy.” I walked over to him, poking him in the chest again. “Don’t be a jerk. We’re still best friends and we’re not gonna make this weird. We’re gonna be casual and not let the fact that I just had your dick in my mouth mess anything up.”

“No fuckboy language. No weirdness. Got it.”

We made our way downstairs and headed outside. I stopped in my tracks and remembered that I had taken a cab over last night, assuming Jesse would give me a ride home. Well, seeing as her car was gone, she must have come and gotten it earlier this morning, meaning I no longer had a ride. Jamie walked around me, keys in hand, and opened hopped into his truck.

“You gonna hop in or do you wanna walk home?” I rolled my eyes and hopped in, too, thanking him as we sped away, radio blasting.

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