Readers! This story is far from over, but I feel like this will be a good place to pause while I work on more backlog.

MBAV fan66: Yeah! I may not have been super clear, but feedback definitely keeps me going. I also love hearing how you interpret what you read. There's a separation between what a writer writes and what a reader understands, which isn't necessarily bad, but I like knowing that you're getting the important bits as I meant them :-)

When Ethan wakes up, he's on the couch. A couch, not the couch in the Weir living room, which makes strange sense as he's clearly not in the Weir living room.

Wait... He isn't even actually here, in a physical sense. Ethan recognizes the sensation of riding shotgun with his probable future consciousness, now after switching between Benny's dreams and the prophecy dreams a bazillion times.

This probable future Ethan is curled in a blue fleecy blanket in his PJs, leaning into a curve his video game car is making. Benny is sitting next to him, elbows propped on his knees, almost edging off the couch.

Ethan himself doesn't recognize the game as he watches through his future self's eyes, but it's a pretty standard racing game. The graphics are amazing though. It starts raining and beads of water roll off the glossy bodies of the cars.

"Haha! Victory!" Benny crows, having crossed the finish line a full two seconds before Ethan's red ferrari. The race begins replaying as their stats scroll onto the screen. "Another round?"

Future Ethan considers this a moment, but instead proposes, "Sex?"

Ethan mentally chokes. Never has the seer felt more disassociated from the emotions and thoughts of possible version of himself. Earlier in the night, the seer dreams had given him ripples of unfamiliar feelings, but ultimately his future-self's reactions had been so similar to his own as to barely register a difference.

This future Ethan feels warm and fuzzy and a little aroused as he makes eyes at Benny, poking the other boy's thigh with this toes. Ethan himself feels powerless in this body, confused and trepidatious.

Ethan freaks out more when Benny replies, "Yeah sounds good." And without further preface he pulls Ethan into a full-on passionate kiss. Ethan's body responds readily to Benny's touch. Even the filtered sensation is intense.

But Benny pulls back abruptly, the crease in his brow looking a little uncertain and concerned. Benny's large hands frame Ethan's face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. He uses the hold to maintain direct eye contact, his intense stare searching.

Ethan can feel Future Ethan's confusion mirroring his own. Ethan is grateful for the reprieve.

There's a moment where he feels like Benny can really see him. Benny coughs. "Uh.. I want to roleplay."

Ethan feels himself chuckle, "Yeah, like what?" Future Ethan likes Benny's hands, likes feeling held. Tries to snuggle closer to Benny, his legs now folded under under himself, his knees pressed against Benny.

"I'll be the older experienced guy and you're the younger, not too much younger, virgin guy." Benny's face gets more and more red and embarrassed as he says it. His hands fall away and run through his hair nervously, causing his already messy bed head to stick out oddly at the side.

"You want to deflower me?" Future Ethan asks incredulously.

"Yes..." Benny squeaks, smiling like he's done something wrong.

"Okay." Future Ethan is already on board. His brain buzzing with plans. "So I'm younger. How much younger? 20?" Ethan asks earnestly.

"Uh... more like 18." Benny says still tentative. Ethan is 18. Benny must know.

"And would you just be 22?" Future Ethan asks.

"Should I get out character sheets?" Benny jokes.

Future Ethan laughs. "This was your idea! I just want to flesh out the background story, so I can do this right. I mean, how did we meet? How was I unlucky enough to remain virgin but lucky enough to get your attention?"

Benny leans his head against the back of the couch. "Not a total virgin. You've done stuff with girls, but not guys. We've known each other for a while. We're friends" Benny is describing Ethan's actual life. "And, um… we've been here before," Benny adds cryptically.

"Here?" Future Ethan asks.

"Exactly here." The implication is clear to Ethan. "Like there's all this," Benny waves between them unable to find the word.

"Sexual tension?" Future Ethan offers.

"Yeah, but you always freak out and leave before anything happens." Benny explains. "Which is fine," He adds quickly. " I don't want to force you into anything. But we keep getting back to… here." Benny ends the explanation lamely.

Oh.

If Benny is actually talking about Ethan being stuck in a sexy seer dream, then that implies this seer dream had happened before in this timeline. That it kept happening and not having sex didn't stop the seer dreams.

"So this is the time the tension breaks and we do it," Future Ethan asks. He then gestures to his pajamas. "Should I get dressed?"

"We're friends, so maybe you just spent the night." Benny seems uncertain how to move forward into the actual roleplay.

Future Ethan pauses thoughtfully. "Thanks for letting me stay the night Benny," he says sweetly.

Benny blanks for a second before fumblingly replying, "You're welcome here any time."

Ethan can feel his future self's exasperation.

"Um, last night," Future Ethan begins, "You were kinda drunk," Ethan isn't quite sure where he's going with this. "Do you remember saying that you thought I was... attractive."

Benny runs his hand through his hair again, "Yeah, sorry about that."

Future Ethan huffs, frustrated.. "Was it true?"

"Yeah," Benny says it in this breathy smitten way. Future Ethan bites his lip waiting for Benny to say more. Benny is just giving him these lovesick eyes, so Future Ethan nods his head as a prompt to continue.

"Oh." He seemed to get it, "Um, can I kiss you?"

Future Ethan nods. Benny cups Ethan's head and ducks his gaze down to meet Ethan's eyes. Benny keeps the gaze. "Don't overthink it, dude. Just emotions and sensations." The sugary words dissolve into a soft brush of lips. So gentle and careful compared to before.

Ethan tries to focus on Benny's advice. Emotion and sensation.

Future Ethan is brimming with affection that's dripping through the porous barrier like sweet juice. Unsure of his own emotions, Ethan drinks up the borrowed affection. The feathery touches zing through Ethan's body inciting hunger for deeper caresses.

Benny directs Ethan onto his back, following to blanket him. His hand sliding sweetly along his jaw and into his hair. The kiss melts into a slow confession.

Ethan registers the kiss breaking before the searching flicker of Benny's eyes. It's an eerie consideration. "Good, relax," Benny entreats.

Future Ethan baulks for a second, buzzy with thinking. "I guess I'm kinda overwhelmed. You feel so good." Future Ethan means it. "Can we take our shirts off?"

Benny's dark brows scrunch together. He hesitates.

Being barechested doesn't really phase Ethan. Future Ethan, on the other hand, is impatiently tugging on the other boy's shirt until Benny finally gives in and peels it off. Future Ethan runs his hands up Benny's torso, his fingers worshiping the soft heat of his skin, thumbs following his sternum and running through the course hair until his fingertips hit his collarbones.

He catches one of the hands and kisses the palm, his adoring eyes holding Ethan in thrall. Pouring a thick warmth into Ethan that coats his ribs and envelops his heart.

Benny nips on the meat of his thumb, playfully smirking. Future Ethan chuckles."I might be sweet but you can't eat me."

He rubs the palm against his cheek. "You are sweet," Benny agrees. He sucks Ethan's pointer finger into his mouth, eliciting a groan from Future Ethan who closes his eyes in pleasure.

"No! Kee' your eyes o-pin," Benny requests around the finger.

Ethan blinks his eyes open. Benny draws another finger into his mouth and then pulls away sucking. His sparkling green eyes maintaining contact is intense. Soft wet mouth and tongue are answered with gasping, whimpering breathes.

"I'm going to do this to your dick," Benny announces before drawing the fingers back into his mouth. Future Ethan gasps loudly. His legs scrabbling against the couch. His hands run up the of Benny's back.

Benny spares a hand to rest halfway up Ethan's thigh gently massaging. It agitates the fabric of sweatpants, drawing Ethan's awareness to his very interested lower member.

Future Ethan curls into a half-crunch to pull his shirt off. Benny continues to pepper kisses on his arms and belly. "Mmmm-aaaAahh." Future Ethan throatily approves of the attention.

Arousal is boiling in his groin, so he bucks up to chase contact. But Benny doesn't give him anything more.

"Oh god, sorry to break character, but I seriously can't take going this slow anymore" Future Ethan begs. Ethan is… starting to agree.

"Yeah? Yeah! Good." Benny answers, increasingly enthusiastic he hops off the couch and trips out of his jeans. His gray boxers are loose and impressively tented.

Benny hauls Ethan off the couch by his wrists, which unsurprisingly is not as effective as Benny apparently thought it would be and causes Ethan to nearly faceplant into the coffee table. Benny catches him. Averting the disaster he set into motion.

Setting Ethan to standing, Benny takes his place sitting on the couch. Benny's long torso and broad shoulders are soft from his slouchy posture and look so invitingly delicious.

"Um, you're really hot, Benny. I'm uh surprised I'm attracted to a man," Future Ethan offers. His hands lovingly run over the knobby parts of Benny's shoulders.

Benny nuzzles Ethan's crouch, which is roughly at his eye level. "Is this okay?" he asks pulling back to receive approval. Future Ethan hums an affirmative. Benny is watching his eyes.

"And this?" Benny licks along the line of Ethan's sweatpants.

Future Ethan only groans in response.

"Try to keep your eyes open," Benny requests. Future Ethan does his best to comply, but feeling loose-limbed with arousal, his eyes are half hooded at best.

Benny's wide smile is flirty. "We need to get those clothes off you."

"Yeah. Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't believe how hard I am," Ethan moans in response.

Benny waits a tick, his green eyes staring up, before tugging the elastic bands of his sweatpants and underwear down together. His bright eyes snap up to meet Ethan's gaze. Ethan watches his own hard bouncy dick stab Benny in the face, before the other boy shallows Ethan down.

His mouth is soft and slow and gentle, and driving Ethan absolutely crazy.

Benny pulls back. "You've never been sucked before, right?" Benny is smug when he asks.

"I haven't?" Future Ethan's brain is fried, but this is present Ethan's first time experiencing this sensation.

"I want to finger you," Benny requests and Future Ethan enthusiastically agrees. "I'll go slow and watch your eyes and make sure it's okay."

"I'm not going to break," Future Ethan pleas. His whole body is hot and nearly vibrating. Benny's hand slides up Ethan's thigh gently nudging his legs apart.

Future Ethan is unsurprised when Benny's lubed finger circles around his hole, instead the sensation layers onto Ethan's growing arousal. Anticipation making his muscles clench, he pushes back eagerly.

Future Ethan groans loudly when Benny's finger breaches into his body. The second finger is uncomfortable, but Ethan can barely tell with Benny's mouth.

Ethan taps Benny's shoulder as get starts to get close.

Drool makes Benny's lips glossy when he pulls back. Quickly he strips out of his boxers and lubes himself up. Present Ethan has only now noticed the lube bottle on the side table.

"I want you on your back for the next part," Benny says standing up.

"Will it hurt?" Ethan asks as he positions himself on the couch at an angle, his legs on either side of Benny.

"What?" Benny asks momentarily confused. "Oh, 'cause it's your first time. We'll go slow-uh careful," he corrects when Future Ethan grimaces.

Benny considers the couch for a moment, while Future Ethan runs his hands over his stomach and thighs. Ethan can feel the itch to wrap his hand around his very ready cock and finish. Benny decides to remain standing, and hitches both of Ethan's legs over one arm. Ethan wonders at his own flexibility.

Biting his lip, Benny pushes in slowly watching Ethan's eyes the whole time. The novel sensation of being so completely encompassed is soothing and intense simultaneously. Ethan drinks it in.

Benny waits until he's fully seated before he asks, "Hard or slow?"

"Hard! Please, I'm going to die," Ethan moans.

After a couple of testing thrusts, Benny hammers into Ethan's body. Full and hot and definitely hard. The couch shakes beneath them, the joints protesting the vigorous treatment.

When Ethan comes, he comes loudly. His senses white-out to the point where he can no longer hear himself.

Blinking wetness out of his eyes, Ethan refocuses on the world around him.

"Benny," Ethan says, using the name to express everything that's boiling through his blood.

Except no sound escapes his mouth.

"Oh sorry," Benny pulls his hand off Ethan's throat. He's still standing over Ethan, but blurrily Ethan realizes that Benny is now on his left.

And... When did Benny put his hand on his throat?

"You were getting loud and I couldn't wake you up," Benny explains. Younger, 18 year old Benny, who is fully dressed. Fully dressed in the middle of his bedroom in the Weir household. WIth Ethan waking up in Benny's bed that he shared last night.

Ethan blinks in wonder at the quiet normalcy he finds himself in suddenly.

"It sounded like you were having a really good dream that you probably didn't want your family hearing you have," Benny continues.

Ethan can't quite process that his best friend, who he hasn't actually had sex with, just heard him climaxing, touched him to magically silence him, and then watched him while it was happening. Vaguely he's aware that his chest is heaving while he stares at Benny with caught-out frightened doe eyes.

Benny shrugs, seemingly unaffected by the situation. Then he just walks away.

Please patiently wait for next time when we finally discover what Rory did