"Agrabah's right there!" Kiss. "You know, you're not supposed to get naked and things before you get married, because you might get carried away and have sex, but two guys can't have sex. So we can just kiss naked as much as we want."

"We can!" 

"Or we could get married!"

"Mm. I love you." 

"I love you!"

He stands up. Eventually. It takes a lot of kissing to do so.

And the walk back to the city isn't long. 

(He gets Ben water before he does anything else, on their trip back.) 

Chen is taking care of him! Because he's so good! And Ben loves him!

Ben is so precious and so important and he loves him so much and they should definitely cuddle on the trip home. 

The driver might see, but guess who cares? Not Ben!

Chen cares more than zero but he doesn't care nearly enough to stop himself. 

And then they can get back to their hotel room and kiss.

"I love you," he says, "I love you, I love you--"

"I love you — I love you, I love you, Ben you're okay —"

"I am! You must have been so scared."

"I was — you were burned really badly, I —" and he doesn't finish the sentence and kisses Ben instead. 

"But I'm fine now. Because you love me."

"You are." Kiss. "And I do." 

"We should get married! --Not right now, we're fifteen, but."

"Someday," he says softly. "...that's a really nice someday." 

"You say it's nice now but wait until the entertainment news people are constantly bugging you about your clothes choices."

"Oh, they do that anyway, there's a reason Lonnie wears the most touristy Auradonian version of Chinese formalwear you can possibly find." 

"So it's perfect! Asher will have so many questions for you to see if you'd make a good-- queen? King consort?"

"Shoot, I have to tell Asher."

"I'll go with you to tell him, if you want." 

"I really don't want him to think I'm weird and gross."

Meanwhile--

Since Ben and Chen are out of town, it's a great time for Asher to take the train back to New Orleans to see his family as well as certain other... entertainments.

It's night. They're in the bushes in a part of the park families never go to. The man's hands are in Asher's hair and he's fucking Asher's mouth with enthusiasm. White men are always risky-- sometimes they start commenting on your race, and then you have to figure out how to exit gracefully while minimizing the chance of getting beat up-- but this guy is keeping his comments to Asher being a good cocksucker who likes it when men use his mouth, so Asher is just happy and floaty and good.

The guy's breath hitches and he comes down Asher's throat and Asher swallows. 

"My wife never does that," the guy says. 

Asher sits back on his heels and shrugs, as if to say that it's obvious you don't get as good service from spouses as you do from randos in the bushes. 

The guy stares at Asher as if he wants to say something, then does up his pants and flees. 

Asher stands up, wipes the grass off his knees, and ponders whether he wants to suck another dick before he tries to get his dick sucked to finish the night off.