Chen doesn't actually like tourney. Never has, probably never will. He joined the team mostly because he didn't know how to tell their coach no and he stayed —
Well, he stayed for a lot of reasons, but mostly he stayed because of Ben.
Chen doesn't actually like tourney. Never has, probably never will. He joined the team mostly because he didn't know how to tell their coach no and he stayed —
Well, he stayed for a lot of reasons, but mostly he stayed because of Ben.
Oh, that's gorgeous.
"You like that. Being called worthless. It's —" what does he say — "it's because you know it's true, isn't it?"
It's not true, he knows it isn't-- but it's so good to hear Chen calling him that--
He writhes on the bed.
"You're gorgeous," he says, sincerely, "you're beautiful when you're hurting, you're beautiful when you like how you're hurting — because you know you deserve to hurt, don't you —"
He nods quickly.
He wants-- something. He's not really sure what he wants. Whatever it is he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything in his entire life.
Oh. Being hit. Being hit was the thing he wanted.
He feels like he's floating, feels like there is nothing that could make him any happier but also feels this incredible craving for-- something--
Explaining the bruises might be a challenge but they can figure that out another time, the important thing is the way Ben is smiling right now.
They can get a private train car on the way home and tell no one to come in and spend the entire time naked and kissing.