#benlos

If I were writing this for real, it would be an extension of the otherfic I haven't written yet, where Ben accidently-on-purpose uses dog training techniques on the VKs to get them used to things like sharing meals, and bathing regularly, and not biting people for fun, and they find out partway through his training regime and think it's the funniest thing ever. 

So with that in mind. I think this starts out from a very innocent place. Ben is a good vk owner  (no) dog trainer  (no, worse somehow) FRIEND. He's a good, normal friend to the VKs, and he has normal, friendly feelings about them. Very normal ones. It would be inappropriate for him to feel otherwise, because he's the person who brought them over to Auradon, and he's kind of responsible for keeping them safe now, and it would be bad and wrong for him to want to date them. If he doesn't look out for them, they might get sent back to the Isle, and they all kind of know this, so if he ever asked them to make out in the woods   (NO) date him, they might be afraid to say no, so. He can't ever ask that. Even though they're all really hot, and funny, and sometimes he looks at them and it feels like there's a bubble about to pop in his chest. But he can't do that to them. He just can't. 

BUT he can do other things. Normal things. Like be friends with them. And when friends (Ben) walk in on other friends (Carlos) standing in the bathroom using tweezers from the Castle Caretaking classroom to pull shards of plastic out of their lip, they can step in and offer to help. Very normally. Zero thoughts about awful, inappropriate things. Like what else he could rub over Carlos's soft, wet lips, aside from just his fingers. Because he's helping. Or how he'd like to hold his mouth open for other reasons, unrelated to pulling out the chunk of broken pen that his good friend bit in half and accidently embedded in his face. Or how it would be sort of hot to kiss him and have it taste like blood. 

Ben puts those thoughts away in the closet in the back of his head where he shoves everything else he doesn't want to deal with. Goodbye, inappropriate lust for his friends. Go sit in time out with the fantasies about running away and never reading another official council missive ever again. 

He'll just. Ask. Super nicely. If he can maybe, possibly, help a bit. With this problem. In a normal way. A very normal way where he does not talk about dog training or wanting to kiss the blood off his buddy's lips or how maybe he could give him something else to suck on haha. ;)  (Ben is going to hell for even thinking about this. He's getting his ticket now. All aboard the Sin Train, he's the conductor now.)

What comes out of his mouth is. Very reasonable. It's a question, almost. 

"Let me help you," Ben offers, normally. "I'll keep an eye out. Tell you when to stop." 

He's offering to remind his Good Friend when he's biting inappropriate things! So he can redirect the Urges To Bite. That's normal. And helpful. Ben is doing so good at being normal. He's giving himself five stars. He can start carrying gum to offer Carlos when he sees him biting his pen again. Or something like that. 

Unfortunately, Carlos has a terminal case of being Very Stupid when it comes to being around cute boys that he wants to kiss. 

In Carlos's memory of this conversation, which he WILL be going over approximately 85 times with Evie later that night looking for any reason not to believe it actually happened, it goes something like this: 

There is a very cute boy. Very cute very big muscles very strong cute boy. 

Holding down with big strong arms to pull plastic shards out of his mouth. 

Cute boy big fingers in his mouth??? 

"I'll tell you when to stop." 

This is clearly An Order. There is a horrible, terrible part of his brain that isn't interested in things like survival, and is instead VERY interested in listening to orders from cute strong boys who could throw him around and make him listen to whatever they say. He's got mixed feelings about this part of himself, because on one hand, it's Very Very Stupid to listen to any cute boy who gives him orders.

On the other hand....it's hot. And it kind of makes him feel like he's getting into a hot shower, but for his brain. Everything just goes warm and buzzy, and it's so nice that he doesn't really care if it's a terrible idea. And Ben is safe, generally. Ben would be so good at giving him more orders and holding him down if he doesn't follow them, and okay, yes, he can get on board with this plan. It's not like he particularly enjoys biting all his pens in half, he just forgets what he's doing with his mouth sometimes. And Ben can help with that. He doesn't need to know about the brain-tingling parts. Or the dick-tingling parts. He can just. Help. Like he very clearly offered to do. 

Going back to Ben for a minute, he is 100% going to use dog training techniques to help his good friend. It worked last time (in the fic I didn't write yet), and it will work again! 

So. Step one. Redirect puppy teeth to appropriate toys as soon as you see them bite 

Ben starts keeping gum in his pockets. Gum is an appropriate thing to chew on. A  normal thing. He can be so normal and appropriate about helping out his friends. He's just going to set aside the butterflies in his stomach every time he hands Carlos a piece of gum and their fingers touch in the handoff. He can do this. 

"Out of your mouth," Ben reminds him, ever so nicely, each time he sees Carlos stick something else that's not food or candy or his dick (No. Ben is going to put his entire brain in the shame closet for that thought) in his mouth. He nudges gum into his hands instead of his pens. Carlos prefers mint gum over cinnamon, and bubblegum over mint. He forgets, a lot of the time, what the candy is for. He's got a habit of slipping the stick into his pocket, which does usually get whatever he's chewing on out of his mouth for a second, but then it's right back in and Ben has to nudge him again to stop it. 

He. Sort of loses it once. Just one. Just when he walked in Carlos laying on the floor of the study room, happily poking at his laptop, with a loop of his plugged in laptop charging cord hanging out of his mouth. 

Ben isn't proud of it, but there's something about the way Carlos stared up at him after he yelled, with his eyes all big and dark and wet, and his mouth all red and empty and a little bit damp from how the cord fell out when he startled (because Ben yelled at him, he can't just do that, he's not his dad) that's just. It's taken up residence in the terrible part of his brain, and it keeps coming out at all the wrong times. Ben knows that he likes cute boys as well as cute girls, but there's probably something wrong with him, because he should not be thinking this hard about how his good friend looks when he's scared, and he definitely shouldn't be thinking about it every night, and he really, absolutely shouldn't be thinking about it with his dick in his hand. 

So. That's a problem, one which Ben will be locking into the Shameful Place and never thinking about again. Except for how he can't stop thinking about it. 

Carlos has zero problems. He's doing great. Perfect, actually. He keeps finding pieces of gum in his pockets and he doesn't always remember how they got there, but that's okay. He's trying to be good. Trying to do what Ben wants, because he's supposed to be learning goodness from the literal king of Auradon, and he's allowed to try and please the person teaching him. He can learn goodness, just like he learned algebra and chemistry and how to make tiny crossbows out of mechanical pencils and rubber bands. 

He's also learning that he wants to flirt with Ben, but that's not really the goal of his goodness lessons. That's just a side lesson. Like how he learned not to eat dog food, because it gives you the shits if you eat more than a quarter cup at a time. The flirting is a side effect of the learning-how-to-behave lessons. He's also learning that Ben likes to look at his mouth when he bites on stuff, but that's neither here nor there. He's trying to stop. Really. He knows it's bad for his teeth to chew on random stuff. His mouth always tastes a little bit like blood, because he's had a scrape on the inside of his cheek from biting apart a plastic fork that keeps popping open again every time he sticks something else in there. His nails are disgusting, because he keeps biting them down to the soft part and making them ooze, and it's just-- he wants to stop. Really. 

(but everything is weird and he doesn't understand any of the rules and he's not good, not really, not unless he's got someone over his shoulder telling him how to do it, and it just. It feels nice to stick whatever he's holding in his mouth. It keeps his hands free, and keeps him from blowing through his whole stash of snacks, and it's a place to put some of the tension that keeps him strung tight all the time. If he bites clean through a straw or a paper clip or once, memorably, a burette, it's not the worst thing in the world. It's a way to release some of the tension so he doesn't flip out and go full villain on everyone. 

The whole thing comes to a head a little after the burette thing. In Carlos's defense, he really hadn't known that it was possible to bite through tempered lab glass, and he'd only flipped out a little bit when the thing burst under his teeth and got some super minor, not actually dangerous at all acid all over the desk. He cleaned it up. It was fine. Nothing to freak out over. 

Ben's freaking out. One of his VKs bit a lab beaker in half, and he's freaking out. 

who does something like that, he wonders, for all of five seconds. Of course Carlos would stick a beaker in his mouth. He sticks everything in his mouth. Of course he would bite down, because he also does that to everything he puts in his mouth. He's like a puppy, if puppies were really hot, nervous boys who can't stop fidgeting with everything and then sticking it in their mouth. 

Okay. Okay! He'll just. De-escalate this with Fairy Godmother first, because she's having a bit of a panic about one of the villain kids allegedly biting a lab beaker in half to spray acid all over their classmates. And once he's done with that, he can go and discuss this, very rationally, with Carlos. 

"WHY WOULD YOU BITE THAT" somehow turns into "PLEASE PUT LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT'S NOT ACID IN YOUR MOUTH NEXT TIME" which apparently sounds a lot like "please put my penis in your mouth instead???" 

Not that Ben is complaining, but he did not expect this?? He wanted it, but he didn't expect it. 

It's just. So easy to grab at Carlos's hair, and dig his fingers into the warm space at the base of his neck, and pet over his face and shoulders and murmur insane, stupid things that he's desperately trying not to overthink about how he's a good boy, the best, so good for me. And it’s not that Ben is possessive, exactly? It’s just that Carlos melts so sweetly at the suggestion of being his, and he does like taking care of people, and it does make his stomach feel all strange and buzzy when he sees the VKs doing something that he asked them to do, and—

Oh. Is that what he’s been doing this whole time? Taking care of them? Because he loves them? 

And then I think this fic ends with mutual orgasms and a very awkward conversation about how Carlos should please chill on the oral fixation and just start sucking more dick instead. It’s just safer that way. For everyone involved. And if the dick in question happens to be Ben’s, well, he’s not complaining. But he would never presume, and—oh, Carlos has a thing about being told what to do, and he just needs to say the word and they can be exclusive? Well then.