It made Randy laugh, for as much attention as he got, whether it was online, at the gym, or in the cafe, Benson got more. Maybe he just pretended he never noticed, or it was probably the years of being one of the biggest names in gay porn, he’d grown used to it. They were both starting to shift from jealously driving a thick wedge between them, resulting in tense, silent drives home to Randy relishing in the possessive clamp of Benson’s hands around his waist, or his neck, if he was lucky. As soon as he knew that Benson could feel eyes lingering or a guy brushed too close, Benson would side-step them, and as long as Randy was within arm's reach, Benson would close the gap, locking Randy tight against his side. 

Even after Randy filmed with another guy, he’d welcome Randy home with possessive kisses, all over, along his face, his chin, his cheeks, down his neck until Randy was almost painfully pinned against the door, rutting hard against Benson’s thigh, gasping into his mouth. “I–I have to s-shower.”

Which was true, as much as he loved his job, he quickly wanted to wash anyone else’s spit that wasn’t Benson’s from his skin. 

And Benson would always hum a loose affirmative as his hands drifted to cup Randy’s ass, force him tighter against his growing cock.

And, Benson would always join him. When they were wet and naked, Benson’s fingers trailed between Randy’s asscheek, and he’d shove them sloppily against his hole. And Randy would take it, his limbs already hot and slack as he braced himself for the shock of cold tile. Benson would hold him steady as he moaned through the push of his fingers, “Still so soft here. He got you good and ready for me, didn’t he?” Benson grunted into his ear before he dug his teeth into his collarbone.

Randy never knew how to reply in those moments, so he’d knock his head back against the porcelain and beg Benson to fuck him.

“How did he touch you?”

Randy already knew that Benson knew exactly how he was touched. He was still strictly under a direct no-penetration contract, but it didn’t stop the use of toys, fingers, or even tongues. The guy he worked with opened Randy up with his index finger to start as he dragged his mouth over his hole. 

Randy smiled, pressing his nose into Benson’s wet hair, “He fingered me and sucked me off.”

Benson groaned loudly, his hard cock twitching against his thigh, “How long did you last?” Chuckling as he dragged his tongue up the curve of his neck, bringing his teeth down to clamp on Randy’s jaw, already knowing the answer, he knew Randy could come in seconds if Benson stuffed even one finger inside and choked himself on Randy’s cock.

Randy bit down on his lower lip to stifle his laugh, “Like, five minutes.”

Benson finally lifted his head to look Randy in the eye, water droplets clinging to those long eyelashes, which Randy thought always made him look younger than he is. 

Water slid around the curve of Benson’s cheeks as he smiled, “That fast, huh? Must’ve been good.” His eyes flickered to Randy’s mouth, “Almost as good as me?”

Randy wrapped his arms around Benson’s shoulders. He was waiting for it; he could read Benson like a fucking book in these moments. “No one’s as good as you, Benson.”