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don't wanna stop ----

"So, Randy, what is it you want me to do to ya?"

He didn't understand how Benson could just say stuff like that. Randy had never been able to vocalize his wants, sexual or otherwise. Hardly ever given them second thoughts until recently. Until Benson made him think about them.

Made him, for whatever reason, say them.

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(a fic in which randy asks for what he wants, and gets it 💕)

warnings for: choking, petnames, & backseat frottage

i don't know what i'm doing, all i know is, i don't wanna stop

(this fic, like most ranson porn, is set in a timeline where they never took off with Ms. Beard 👍 because it's easier that way and tbh i think they coulda run pretty far before anything else caught up to them if not for that ...)

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"You.. you can go harder.."

It was the last thing Benson expected to hear, fingers twitching around the pale neck they encircled.

"Excuse me?"

Randy blushed. Well, blushed more, considering his face had already been colored a pretty pink from the makeout session he'd brought to an abrupt halt.

"I- I said you can,, ch-choke me harder... if- if you want.."

Benson grinned, this kid is fucking un-real sometimes. Just when he thinks he's got Randy pegged (pun intended), he comes out with some fresh shit like this.

"If I want? Well, that's not what this is about, is it Randy?" Benson leaned further over him, bright blue eyes following his lips as they moved to whisper directly into his ear. "We're doing this for you, isn't that right?"

Randy tried to nod, but Benson pushed down harder, briefly cutting off his airflow and forcing out a wheeze.

"Nods ain't gonna cut it, Randy. Need you to use your words. Okay?"

Randy blinked in what he hoped was an affirmative way, having a hard time keeping his eyes focused as he gasped for air.

He should've known when they started this... whatever this was, that somehow they'd end up here. Camped out in the backseat of the yellow Chrysler at a dingy interstate rest-stop, Benson pressing him down into the worn leather backseat after he'd admitted in a boredom spawned game of 'truth or dare' to lying earlier that day.

From the moment Benson had said 'Not gay...You sure about that?', Randy knew he'd be facing some uncomfortable truths very quickly.

But who could have guessed that his stuttered answer of 'N-no, I.. I'm not sure' would send the car screeching towards the nearest place to pull off the road.

Maybe Benson had had his suspicions even before all... this, and maybe they were a little closer to hopes than truths, but after watching the way Randy looked at him all day, he knew. Those big blue eyes following his every move, perhaps out of fear at first, but soon it was something more like curiosity, like desire.

Like the way Benson looked at him.

After slamming the car into park, Benson took no time in grabbing Randy's freckled cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact as he asked, 'Is this okay? Do you want this?'

It was both the easiest and hardest thing he'd said all day.

"Y-yes"

"Good."

Back in the present, Benson smiled down at him, releasing his grip just enough for Randy to properly use his vocal chords.

"So, what is it you want me to do to ya?" He asked, tone light and teasing but with an air of promise, "And don't just say somethin because you think it's what I want, okay? I wanna hear what You like."

Randy didn't understand how the other man could just say stuff like that. He'd never been able to vocalize his wants, sexual or otherwise; hardly ever given them second thoughts until recently. Until Benson made him think about them. Made him, for whatever reason, say them. (Maybe for the way his face would heat up in humiliation, and his eyes would flicker away until he gathered the courage to finally meet Benson's surprisingly patient gaze.. but who knows.)

Either way, Randy knew he only had one way through this.

"I- uh,, I want you to- to hold me down.."

"uh-huh, How, baby? Be specific."

The petname was new, but not unwelcome. If he'd had more braincells free, Randy's anxiety would have latched onto that like a tick. Thankfully, he was far too focused on the steady pressure on his neck and the blood rushing from his head.

"With.. with your hands, and your.... your body,,"

He stuttered, breath hitching with nerves, it was hard to articulate through the saliva collecting in his open mouth. He swallowed before continuing, feeling his adam's apple bob against Benson's palm.

"W-want you to.. to wrap your hands around me and.. and squeeze."

"Mmm, okay, like this?"

Randy felt all the air in his lungs leave with a whoosh as Benson shifted their positions, now laying almost fully on top of him. Hips pressing firmly together as he let his body weight trap Randy beneath him.

"Y-yeah," he managed to gasp, face glowing red from a combination of arousal, humiliation, and oxygen deprivation, his arms limp and useless above his head, "hhh- Just, like th-that, I- oh god"

A strangled moan escaped him as the hand around his throat tightened, and Randy's head began to tingle with an electric lightness. His thoughts jumbled as his brain to mouth filter broke-down, words leaving his lips before he could comprehend what exactly he was admitting to.

"It's soo good, you're so... B-Benson, you.. you're so strong.."

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through Randy's chest with a pleasant hum. "That's awfully flatterin, tryna rile me up like that.. but you don't gotta bullshit me."

"N-no, I-" Randy cut himself off with a moan, dizzy from want and his stuttering inhales, "mmm- I, I mean it, you... you look really.. uh -mm, good, and s-strong, and- ah- and d-dependable.." His mind was clouding over, it was hard to think, his mouth was moving on auto-pilot, "I've... I've always th-thought so..."

"'Always', huh? You been checkin me out, Randy?"

The question hung in the air, but Randy couldn't answer it. Unable to take in enough breath to respond, he reached up to grip the back of Benson's shirt, nodding his head as much as the tight grip on his throat would allow. Benson smirked as he pressed into Randy's neck, squeezing a bruise into the pale skin before pulling away to let the man under him breathe.

Randy wheezed, taking in lungfuls of air and shutting his eyes to ward off a coughing fit, only to snap them open moments later when a warm hand brushed his cheek. Benson was still on top of him, arms and legs bracketing his smaller body with Randy's arms looped around his shoulders, but his movements had stopped. All except for the hand caressing his heated face, delicately brushing back blonde locks, and the subtle grind of their hips.

Randy hadn't noticed until that moment exactly how hard he was. Didn't know he could even get this hard, the throbs of arousal sending unfamiliar fire up his spine.

Benson was hard too, he could feel it. Randy's gaze flickered down to where their lengths were still pushed together, focus immediately drawn to the apparent tent in the other's pants. His head reeled from the way Benson's cock was sliding next to his, right between the crease of his thigh and the restrictive press of the zipper on his (no, on Benson's) jeans.

As if reading his thoughts, Benson snuck his left hand between them, flicking open first his then Randy's fly. The blonde let out a pathetic whimper when their hips slotted back together, gruff hands gripping tight onto pale hips and thrusting down just to hear Randy moan. Benson gave a light chuckle at the sound, eyes trailing over bright freckled cheeks and plush shiny lips.

He was staring at Randy like he was trying to see through him, inside him. Like he wanted to take him apart, and stick around to put the pieces back together again.

Randy had a feeling it should maybe unnerve him, but it didn't. It only made him want to surrender.

"Ya' know, I been checkin' you out too, baby."

Randy was enraptured as Benson spoke. Breath quickening while the hand on his face began trailing lower, but trying not to let his mounting desperation show.

"Been thinking about this for a real long time." Benson continued, almost nonchalant, as though he couldn't feel exactly how he was effecting the other, "The way you watch me, it's hot. So intent but still so shy. Like you want something..."

Randy felt like a pile of goo. He'd never experienced anything like this. He was so turned on it was making his brain melt, not a thought in his head besides 'yes' and 'please' and 'Benson.'

As his wandering hand finally found its way back to Randy's throat, Benson flashed his teeth, enjoying the way those watery blue eyes widened pleadingly.

"Gonna' tell me what that is anytime soon, princess?"

The dam broke. Randy's eyes rolled back against the onslaught of sensations; Benson's hot breath on his face, the hand pressing harder and harder on his neck, the persistent grind of their hips. It felt like he'd just jumped off a cliff, but instead of the terrible splat that was sure to come after, he was just floating.

His whines and pleas were a jumbled mess, they must have been, but some coherent thoughts finally managed to break through.

"Benson, Benson please, I- I need.."

"Yeah? Wha'd'ya need, baby. Tell me."

Randy felt tears falling down his cheeks as he spoke, "Need.. need to cum, please.."

Benson smiled, a cruel twist of his lips while his hands gripped somehow tighter.

"No one's stopping you."

oh fuck-!

Randy's mind went blank, vision whiting out before his eyes slammed shut. He would have screamed, but he couldn't catch the breath for it. The soft clicking of his spasming windpipe the only sound he could manage as he crashed into the most intense orgasm of his life.

Suddenly, Benson let go.

The rush of his lungs pulling in as much air as they could made Randy's head spin all over again. Despite the growing stickiness between them, Benson hadn't stopped rutting his hips forcefully down. He ground his still hard cock against their stomachs, letting out a dark chuckle at Randy's whine of oversensitivity.

"shit, Randy, you're so hot." Benson growled into his neck, scratchy facial hair brushing against the bruises he left there.

"Can't believe you're fucking real, you know that? So perfect for me.."

Randy panted as teeth grazed over his ear, Benson kissing lower and lower until his mouth was pressed into the darkening shape of his own fingerprints.

Benson was relentless, but Randy didn't mind. He didn't think he'd mind much of anything at the moment. Honestly, he's about 99% sure he'd let Benson do whatever he wanted as long as he got to feel like this again.

"Did'ja like getting marked up all pretty for me?" Benson murmured, "Cumming in your pants like a damn teenager from the feel of my hands on ya?"

Said hands snapped back to Randy's neck, shoving his face to the side as Benson finally let his teeth sink into pale skin.

Randy moaned wildly, the sound startling him back to reality. Just from that he could feel his spent cock stirring again. Actually, did he ever go soft? He couldn't tell, the only thing swirling in his head the feeling of Benson's hands back around his throat. Randy was starting to think they belonged there.

"Ohmygod, Benson, I-" He trailed off into another keening moan, drool spilling onto the warm sticky leather seat under him.

"Tell me." Benson practically snarled, sucking another bruise into Randy's abused throat.

It was too much. It wasn't enough. The static in his brain took over as he bucked his hips up into the man above him.

"Yes, yes, I- I love it, Benson, so good, I've never- never felt like that before, thought I was gonna die-"

"You are so fucking sexy, baby. Never, huh? No one else been able to make you feel like I do?" The tone was still teasing, but an edge of desperation was becoming evermore apparent. His thrusting grew increasingly erratic, the rhythm speeding up and faltering as Benson chased his own release.

Randy could barely catch his breath under the returned pressure on his neck, but managed to wheeze out, "No, no, you- only you-"

As he approached the edge, again, Randy realized it was true. He'd never had these feelings for anyone else, never wanted someone else like this. He wondered, through the haze once more overtaking his mind, if he ever would.

"fuck, Fuck! Randy-"

"B-Benson, I'm- again, ah!"

Benson smashed their lips together, his tongue sweeping across Randy's open mouth, swallowing desperate whine as he toppled into another dizzying orgasm.

Benson drew back with a grunt, grinding down forcefully one, two, three, times before collapsing on top of him. Randy let out a soft groan as their bodies slotted together, too preoccupied by the heat radiating between them to care about anything else.

They stayed like that for awhile, Benson littering kisses across his purpling neck as Randy ran his hands up and down the other's back. When the increasingly sticky mess between them went from 'mildly uncomfortable' to 'fucking gross', Benson pushed himself up.

He sat back on his knees for a moment, staring at the object of his almost obsessive fixations laid bare beneath him. Randy fidgeted under his gaze, pulling his shirt back down from where it had rucked up around his waist.

"How you doin' there, baby?"

Randy blushed, simultaneously embarrassed and delighted that Benson was still using the petname.

"I'm.. good. Mostly tired... and hungry."

Benson grinned, pushing Randy's sweaty bangs back, eyes slowly trailing across his face. The look of pure fondness there enough to send Randy's mind reeling again.

"Well, think I can do something about at least one of those things. Saw a sign for some diner chain back on the highway."

He slid his hand over the back of Randy's head, leaning forward to lightly comb through blonde locks until his hand clasped around the back of his neck.

"Why don't you take a nap, and I'll wake you up when we get there."

Randy was used to Benson ordering him around by now, but this felt different. Or maybe Randy was different. Maybe he was just now realizing that he didn't mind doing what Benson told him to. Maybe he even liked it. Maybe because it was Benson.

Before Randy could spend any more time thinking about it, his fatigue washed over him. After a moment he nodded, muttering his assent, and he felt Benson press one last kiss on his forehead before climbing out to retake his spot in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, okay."

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And then Benson drives them to an IHop for late-night breakfast before they go to fuck in a motel <3

hehehoho it's baby's first Passenger fic! Love these two so much I'm honestly surprised it didn't happen sooner?? This was born out a combination of my obsession with how Benson can't keep his fucking hands off Randy, my own sexual frustration, and (as always) repeated listens to Bodyguard by Beyonce :)

Thanks for reading!

#and i updated and redited a bit too !#go read my passenger choking fic pls <3

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