#i think i'm gonna work on prompts for hotr for this weekend

[glimmerglanger]

ok i gotta ask how ben and cody’s bed broke, if there’s a story there. maybe through improper use of a lasso? 😏 (ok for public)

adiduck asked:

ANd I reTURN with another HotR snippet prompt--that once again you don't have to write if it doesn't strike your fancy, friend XD. I can't help but notice that Ben and Cody replaced Cody's twin bed. Anything of a story there?

WELL, you see, there was...kind of an accident. Which you can see in this snippet, ahaha. This is Codywan, not safe for wizards, SPICY, and, well, there's a mention of an injury. Nothing incredibly severe, but, still, an injury.

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In the end, Cody blamed himself for what happened.

He was, after all, fully aware that his bed was more than twenty years old. And that it had been, in all likelihood, not designed to regularly hold two grown men, even for sleep, much less the varied other uses they put it to.

In his defense, he barely worried about any of that, especially not when he and Ben managed to snag enough time to do something besides sleep in his bed. He wasn’t thinking about worn out wood or weight limits, not with Ben pressed against his mattress, groaning and flushed so pretty all over his shoulders.

Cody’d been a bit unsure about bringing, well, roping into their bedroom, but couldn’t argue with the results. There was something deeply appealing about Ben’s arms caught together, crossed over his back and tied in place, about the way he squirmed, about the way his eyes got so dark even as he bit at his lip.

Cody had just adjusted his grip on Ben’s hips, fucking into him, when the bed creaked the first time with the shifting of his weight. And he thought nothing about it - the bed creaked all the time, these days - far more distracted by the way Ben stuttered out his name, by the feel of him, by the need to draw out more of those sounds, shifting higher up onto his knees, muscles flexing in his back and--

The second time the bed creaked it was followed immediately by a snap. And, after that, everything happened at once.

Ben made a sharp, startled sound even as the left side of the bed - where the crack had come from - gave. The side of the mattress just dropped, all at once, tipping the entire thing onto an angle.

Cody didn’t waste any time swearing. He’d had a lot of experience falling in his life. Sometimes it felt like half of riding was learning how to fall properly, in the way least likely to lead to injury. He knew, even as they both lurched sideways, that he could push away and, likely, get off without even a scrape.

He didn’t even attempt it.

Because Ben had never trained to fall well and was, currently, facedown on his knees on the bed, arms tied behind his back and, more than that, Cody was still inside him and pulling out suddenly would hurt him and--

Cody jerked an arm around Ben’s chest as the bed gave, yanking him up hard, getting Ben’s head clear of the corner of the nightstand a second before it would have hit, trying to get a leg out to brace on the floor, ending up tangled in the blankets and--

“Fuck,” Cody panted out, a moment late, after they both hit the floor with a bang, his bed tilted at an ugly angle beside them. He couldn’t see much of the damage. The blankets had pulled off with them, hiding whatever had happened to the frame.

He shifted, carefully, and found nothing ached too much. His shoulder and knee had taken some of the brunt of the fall, but most of it had, probably, come down on Ben, despite his efforts to prevent it.

It had seemed most important, in the moment, to make sure that Ben didn’t crack his head open on the dresser. Besides, Ben had, well. Taken all of his weight before. But...

“Hey, you okay?” Cody asked, shifting a little, realizing, even as he asked, that he had a pretty good idea what the answer was. Because Ben was stiff beneath him, breathing fast and shallow, all the color run out of his face, blinking his eyes rapidly. “Fuck,” Cody repeated, cosidering the best way to move forward, “what hurts, what’s--”

“I’m fine,” Ben rasped out, even as Cody carefully eased out of him, getting a muffled groan at the movement. “I’m--” The sound he made was all misery, hitching, and Cody swore under his breath, feeling cold all over as he reached for the knots he’s put around Ben’s arms.

He didn’t see any blood, but that didn’t mean much. If Ben had broken something, he’d--

Ben curled onto his side as soon as his arms were free, balling up while Cody knelt over him, unsure where to touch or what to do, all concerns about his busted bed set aside as he asked, “What happened? What’s wrong? Ben, come on, talk to me.”

Ben shook his head, just a little, and said, croaking, “I’m fine. I just - ah - I think I - I may have - ha, landed on my dick.”

Cody froze, considering that with a twist of second-hand pain that made him feel nauseous. Ben hadn’t come, before the bed fell, which meant if he’d landed on it… and Cody’s weight had come down on top of him, too, and-- “Holy shit,” Cody said, shifting to try to get a look, “holy shit, do I need to - take you to a hospital? Do--”

Ben made a rough little sound, reaching out and grabbing Cody’s arm, panting out, “No! No I can’t - go to the hospital for a - for a sex accident.”

Cody felt like he was hovering, sitting on his bedroom floor, his bed in absolute ruins, Ben talking about sex accidents. “But,” he started, unsure how to even treat a sex injury. He’d never had one before.

“But nothing,” Ben said, tightening his grip on Cody’s arm. “I’m - fine. I just need a moment. That’s all.”

Cody petted at his hair, gut still aching with imagined agony, and said, “I could...get some ice? Or ibuprofen? Aspirin? I don’t…” He looked around the ruin of his room, swallowed, and said, “I’m really sorry, Ben.”

Ben shook his head again and panted out, “Not your fault. Just, ah, just let me get my breath.”

“Sure. Take as much time as you need.” Cody stroked a hand over his head again, heart rate finally starting to slow down, wondering if he could get up early enough to drag the broken bed out without anyone else seeing with a wince.