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It was a gorgeous day across the valley even with the fog obscuring the great mountain ranges of Chandrila. Despite growing up in the shadow of the range his entire life, Ben would never tire of staring at the natural beauty of the landscape. The way the sky turned a purple-pink color in the early morning hours or the way the massive mountains soared into the clouds. Winter made the scene even more majestic as the snow clung to the trees and rocks in that picture-perfect Hallmark way.

He had a single 24-hour tour today, which wasn’t unusual for this time of the year. Many tourists weren’t used to driving in snowy conditions but still wanted to see all the sights. It ended with an overnight camping trip at a local campsite. ‘Solo Wildlife Tours’ offered them the convenience of a personal and experienced chauffeur with the added bonus of comfort and safety. His father started the company as a young man and it was only natural Ben found himself part of the family enterprise.

He loved it. Most of his customers were nice and were thrilled with the smallest sighting of banthas, eopies, tauntauns, or the menacing wampas. Most of his customers were very generous with their credits, too. It helped fund his growing interest in art.

He learned quickly that ‘going the extra step’ was the difference between an ‘okay’ tip and a ‘great’ tip. Which was why he had a basket of mini-wine bottles and snacks for his ‘Pryde-Hux’ party. They listed the reason for their trip as ‘honeymoon’ and Ben wanted to make it extra special.

So, imagine his surprise when he pulled up to the Hanna City Lodge to find a single redhead waiting for him. He was cute. His height rivaled Ben’s own and the bulky winter gear did nothing to hide his lithe build. The tip of his nose was red from the cold and his lips were already pink from the wind.

He stepped out of the van to open the door for his sudden party of one. “Pryde-Hux?”

The redhead’s nose wrinkled in disgust, “just Hux now.” He held his gloved hand out for Ben to take, “I’m Armitage.”

Ben wasn’t going to ask for any other details. He really didn’t want to upset the pretty redhead. “Glad to have you, Armitage. I’m Ben and I’m going to be your guide today.” He easily took his hand for a shake before turning towards the open van door. “If you climb in, we’ll get started. There’s…”

He trailed off as he remembered the basket perched so prettily on the front row of seats. The bottles of wine and a small banner that said ‘congratulations’ were in full view. He grimaced as he sidestepped Armitage to remove it, “I’m sorry about that…I…”

“No, no,” Armitage insisted as he blocked Ben’s path, “when I booked this trip, it was for a honeymoon. I broke up with him.” He sighed as he grabbed the wine, “and it’s been a shitstorm so I need this more than ever.”

“You probably deserved better than him,” Ben soothed as he awkwardly shifted his weight from side to side.

“I did,” Armitage agreed instantly with a sly smile, “I do. He…Enrich was nearly three times my age and practically an arranged marriage my father put together before he died. I thought I needed him to be successful…to survive.” His smile was wistful and a little proud as he shook his head and soothed his hands down his jacket, “I was wrong.”

Ben gave him a sweet smile as he reached out to squeeze his knee. He hoped it came off as comforting. “You’re too pretty to waste on an old man.”

Armitage glanced over in his direction with a flush over his cheeks. He knee flexed underneath Ben’s hand as he spread his legs just a little for Ben’s fingers to shift to the inside of his thigh.

Oh.

Naughty boy, Ben thought as he let his hand slip further up Armitage’s thigh, “I’ll show you a good time, sweetheart.”

Armitage exhaled sharply through his nose, “I need one.” It was desperate and sounded like a plea to his ears. What kind of host would he be if he didn’t see to every need of his pretty passenger?

“Be good and sit still,” he told Armitage as he gave his thigh a little squeeze, “we have a little bit of a ride to the first stop.”

He shut the van door and let himself take a few deep, calming breaths before he climbed back into the driver’s seat. Armitage sat primly in the first row with his hands neatly placed on his lap. The picture of innocence, as if he hadn’t just propositioned Ben. It was kind of hot knowing this man was so desperate to get fucked that he took one look at Ben and chose him.

Ben started the van and carefully drove away from town. It was hard to concentrate with Armitage sitting behind him. He could feel the redhead lean forward to peer over his shoulder at the mountain range ahead. “They’re gorgeous,” he muttered, “I’ve always wanted to see them. It doesn’t snow in Arkanis and the highest elevation is a hill.”

“I’ve lived here my entire life and I’ll never get tired of seeing them.” Ben said as he pointed across the range, “that’s Junari Point, the tallest peak along the range. There’s a gondola ride that will take you to the summit, if you have some time to kill.”

Armitage inched forward until he was on his knees between the two front seats. All of their vans lacked a center console for tourists to see out the front window if the van were surrounded by animals. Ben should really tell him to return to his seat, but he rather liked the sight of him on his knees.

“I’ll have to check it out.”

They drove a little further until town melted away and the snow-covered valleys were all around them. The sights were gorgeous, but repetitive without any animal sightings to break up the landscape. Armitage turned to him with a sweet pout on his face, “how long until the first stop?”

“About thirty minutes,” Ben answered smoothly. He was taking them on a little more secluded section of their tour because he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to spend a good portion of today buried inside the redhead’s tight little ass. “Bored already,” he teased as he reached over to comb his fingers through Armitage’s hair. He leaned into it like a touch-starved puppy. “I have an idea,” he muttered as he reached down to flick the mechanics of the chair and shifted it back just enough as he pulled Armitage’s head towards his crotch. He nuzzled against the bulge there, “yeah,” Ben cooed, “thought you’d like that.”

Armitage turned in the small space and rushed to tug down Ben’s fleece pants. He used his teeth to tug his gloves off and blew his hot breath on them as he slipped his hands underneath the waistband of Ben’s pants to grasp his cock.

Ben hissed as his muscles flexed at the sensation of those hands on him. Armitage gave him an appreciative little squeeze as he pushed Ben’s pants down enough for his cock to be fully exposed to him.

“You’re big,” Armitage whispered in awe.

“Yeah, baby,” Ben cooed as he tightened his grip on Armitage's hair, “give it a little taste.” He leaned forward and lapped little kitten licks from root to tip. It drove Ben insane as he tipped his head back, but kept an eye on the road. “Don’t tease,” he scolded as he tugged on Armitage’s hair, “be a good boy and suck my cock.”

Armitage shivered as he knelt forward and took Ben’s cock into his mouth. He gave a few little experimental sucks that made his stomach lurch with expectation. Ben rutted upwards and moaned at the choking nose as Armitage pulled back with tears in his eyes.

“It’s so big,” he whined.

“And you’ll take it,” Ben cooed down at him, “I know you can. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your tight little ass at our first stop.”

Armitage moaned at his words. Ben flicked his gaze down to find one of the redhead’s hands pressed between his thighs as he rocked his hips in slow, steady motions.

“What a little slut,” he teased as he grabbed Armitage’s hair again and placed him back on his cock. He let him get used to the flavor of it before he slowly fed Armitage the entire length. “Breathe through your nose, baby boy,” he soothed as he squirmed and choked. It felt fantastic. He hadn’t had someone choking on his dick in such a long time.

He held him there. “Stay,” he ordered. He rubbed his hand down the back of Armitage’s neck and over the bulk of his jacket. He kept him on his cock until he pulled into the first wooded area and parked the van away from the road. Only then did he pull Armitage up and admire the mess of his face.

Tears and slobber and cum spread a mess across his lips and cheeks. Ben chuckled as he rubbed his gloved thumb over Armitage’s lips, “undress. I want to see that pretty hole.”

He scrambled as Ben idled the van and tossed his heavier layers towards the passenger door. By the time he was done, Armitage was naked. Completely naked. His pink nipples were pebbled from the cold and his cock was hard against his stomach. He was leaking pre-cum at an alarming rate.

And right underneath his balls was the tightest little pucker. Ben whistled as he climbed out of the driver’s seat and knelt between Armitage’s spread legs. “Did Enrich teach you this, baby?”

He nodded his head slowly. “He’d use his fingers sometimes. Never his cock..I..I wanted to save myself for marriage, but he was so desperate all the time.”

Ben chuckled as he offered his fingers up to Armitage to suck. “I don’t blame him. You were born to be fucked, baby. Look at you. Gorgeous.” He pulled them free and pressed two inside Armitage’s tight asshole. The instant clench and groan went straight to his cock. “Milking my fingers already. What a slut.”

He shook his head at the accusation. “I’ve never been fucked. I’m not a slut.”

“No?” Ben snorted as he slowly finger-fucked Armitage. His thick fingers were so deep inside the redhead. He crooked them just enough to prod his prostate. “You don’t even know my last name and I’m already knuckles-deep inside you. Baby,” he teased as he added a third finger, “of course you’re a slut, but that’s okay. I love needy little sluts.”

Armitage wailed as his cock spurted from the overstimulation of being so full. Ben wrung him dry. Fucking him deep with his fingers until his thighs were trembling and there were fresh tears on his face.

He fumbled behind him for the passenger seat and grabbed his backpack to look for anything to be used for real lube. His jar of coconut oil for lip balm sat at the bottom of the bag. Well, it was better than nothing.

He scooped up a glob and stroked his cock in slow, firm movements. His fingers were slick so he pressed them back inside Armitage’s hole. “Ready, baby?”

Armitage swallowed thickly as he looked between his spread thighs, “I don’t think you’ll fit.”

“I’ll fit.” He’d make himself fit. The idea of not being buried inside him was torture. He grabbed Armitage’s legs and tugged him to the edge of the seat. His cock was massive against Armitage’s body. He was sure he’d be able to see the bump of it against his stomach if he laid him out while he fucked him. He grabbed his cock and began the slow press inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “you’re tight.”

Armitage whined and squirmed. “It’s too big,” he cried out as Ben continued to sink inside him. “I can’t take it. I can’t!”

“You can,” Ben groaned as he grabbed Armitage’s hips and held him still until Armitage took his entire cock. He was gorgeous while spread open around Ben’s cock. His hole stretched behind capacity. “Look,” he told Armitage, “you’re spread so wide now. No one else will ever fill you up again.”

He cried out as Ben drew his hips back and fucked into him again. Slowly, at first, but a deep and steady pace that had Armitage's half-hard cock bobbing with the motions. He didn’t know if he could even get hard again after the first orgasm, but he was sure he’d bring him off again before the end of the tour.

He shuddered as Armitage’s tight body fluttered around him and he came with a deep groan. He filled him up and only pulled out once he stopped cumming. He’d been right about the gap. Armitage’s once tight hole was loose and messy. He chuckled as he scooped up a glob of cum and pressed it back inside his hole. “Hm,” he muttered as he glanced around the van to find something to plug him up.

His eyes landed on the mini-wine bottles. He reached for one and flicked his eyes over the smooth wax seal and the flared base before he turned the long neck over in his hands and inserted it inside Armitage's used hole.

Those ocean-blue eyes were staring at him with hunger as he nestled the bottle inside him and sweetly patted his hip. “It’ll keep you wet and ready for me.”

He tucked his cock back into his pants and climbed back into the driver’s seat to take them to another location. He lazily drove as he watched Armitage bite his knuckles and try to hide the fact that he was fucking himself with the bottle. The sight went straight to his cock as it pulsed in his pants.

Ben pulled over immediately. Unable to stop himself from slamming the van into park and climbing out of the van to open the sliding door. He pulled Armitage to the edge of the bench seat and rolled him onto his belly.

He pulled him until his feet were on the floor of the van and his ass was easily accessible.

Cars whizzed by.

Horns honked.

Ben did not care as he tugged his cock free of his pants and tugged the wine bottle free to slam himself inside Armitage. His pretty client wailed at the attention. “You’re a fucking cocktease,” he snarled as he fucked him mercilessly against the seats, “and everyone knows it. They can see you bent over for me. Getting fucked like a whore on the side of the road!”

Armitage moaned loudly as he came against Ben’s seats, but he wasn’t stopping. He kept fucking him in a fast, furious pace. His second orgasm took him by surprise and he gasped as he filled Armitage up again. When his heart finally settled back into a normal rhythm, he smacked Armitage’s ass. “Lick that up. You’ll warm my cock when you’re not getting fucked.”

His pretty redhead sniffled and nodded his head dutifully as he lapped up his own cum from the seat. When Ben climbed back into the driver’s seat, Armitage was there on his knees. He had his mouth on Ben’s cock before the engine ever started up again.

He was such a good boy that Ben didn’t take him to the Solo camping site that night, but drove a few miles over to the Knights of Ren camping site. Armitage found himself with plenty of attention as Ben’s closest friends took turns fucking him into the soft sleeping bags.

When morning came, prim and proper Armitage returned from a heated bath overlooking the city, he greeted Ben with the sweetest kiss and a phone number tucked among his hefty tip.

Armitage moved to Hanna City four months later.