Faster Than a Speeding Bullet!
Ben grinned as he leaned against the bathroom door, hearing Kevin grumble on the other side. Shower now, boyfriend later. Locking the door, Ben turned to examine the array of tiny shampoo bottles and soap bars.
...He’d have to take those with him.
...Just in case.
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Not nearly as disgusted by his own unwashed body, Kevin reclined on the lumpy sofa and turned on the television to some dull news channel. He’d gone for longer without running water. The raven-haired boy propped his feet up on the unsteady coffee table and yawned, tilting his head back to rest against the wall. The exhaustion from long hours of driving combined with the hypnotic sound of running water slowly lulled him into a trance, and the droning of the television soon became only a faint buzz in his ears. In his Zen state, Kevin completely missed the sound of water cutting out, or the bathroom door opening. He wasn’t aware of much of anything until a warm weight settled in his lap and began ravaging his exposed neck.
Ben grinned against Kevin’s throat, “Miss me? The brunet nipped lightly at the flesh there, eliciting a shiver from Kevin. Letting Ben kiss and nibble at his neck, Kevin lifted his hands to wander up Ben’s arms. It was about this point that Kevin realized Ben was wearing nothing but a towel. Sliding his hand up the brunet’s damp back and tangling it in the dripping brown hair, Kevin pulled Ben up and captured his lips in a kiss.
Grinding his hips down, Ben took charge in the kiss. He pushed his tongue against Kevin’s, easily winning any half-hearted attempt at a battle for dominance that Kevin put up. He explored his boyfriend’s mouth, returning to massage Kevin’s tongue with his own. Feeling Ben’s hardness pressing against his hip, Kevin moaned deeply into the kiss. Though Kevin wasn’t used to being topped, he wasn’t about to complain to this treatment.
With one hand tangled in Kevin’s dirty hair, Ben tugged Kevin away to attack his throat once more. He bit hard at the older boy's pulse point, licking and kissing the bruised area as an apology when Kevin gasped. The mutant gripped Ben’s shoulders tightly as he started to suck at the abused spot. Though dimly aware of the fact that he’d have a spectacular hickey to explain the next day, Kevin chose not to care. Instead, he slid his hands down to grope Ben’s ass through the thick hotel towel, drawing a moan from Ben that vibrated pleasantly against his throat.
Just as Kevin slipped his thumbs under the coarse edges of the towel, a splash of icy cold water hit him square in the face. Sputtering indignantly, He looked up to see Ben standing there with an empty plastic cup...Fully clothed in pajamas and not writhing in his lap. Shaking water out of his greasy hair, Kevin groaned.
“I think...” Ben said lightly, trailing his eyes down to Kevin’s lap, “You’ll be wanting to take a cold shower, yes?”
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Freshly showered and dressed in an undershirt and boxers, Kevin jumped onto the bed next to Ben, landing with a bounce on the crisp, itchy sheets. He held up one arm invitingly and Ben happily slipped into his embrace, snuggling up to tuck his head under Kevin’s chin. Behind closed doors, Kevin could really be quite affectionate.
Granted, he usually had a goal in mind.
Lifting Ben’s hand, Kevin pressed his lips against the other boy’s knuckles, giving him a chaste kiss on the hand. Slowly, the mutant trailed kisses up Ben’s arm, letting his lips brush against the face of the Omnitrix for a moment before moving up. Slightly ticklish, Ben chuckled before asking, “And just how many bad romance movies did you have to watch to inspire this?”
Kevin paused, lips hovering over the inside of his boyfriend’s elbow, “A lot.” He continued planting sloppy kisses up Ben’s arm. In truth, he had only caught a marathon of The Addams Family a few weeks ago. Let Ben believe what he wanted to.
Ben squirmed a bit as Kevin kissed his way up his upper arm. Without thinking, he asked, “And how many of them were with Gwen?” He was surprised at the sharpness of his own words, thought they were meant jokingly.
Kevin paused again, this time in the middle of a fairly complicated maneuver that involved entwining his fingers with Ben’s, pulling the brunet chest-to-chest with those entwined hands, and wrapping a leg around the younger boy’s hips, all while pressing an open-mouthed kiss on Ben’s tanned shoulder. He stayed silent for a moment before asking coolly, “Are you really going to be like that?”
Taking offense at Kevin’s tone, Ben hardened his own voice, “Like what, Kevin?” He really didn’t want the dark-haired boy to stop, but his headstrong personality refused to back down.
Pulling back, Kevin glared at his lover, “Like a jealous bitch.” He sat up, releasing Ben’s hand, “Because I really don’t wanna deal with you if you’re gonna act like that.”
Pushing himself up as well, Ben clenched his fists, “I’m sorry,” his tone dripped with sarcasm, “But pardon me for thinking I was old news once you started making goo-goo eyes at Gwen again!”
Kevin’s scowl deepened, “Don’t get pissy with me, Ben! She was getting suspicious of us, and you wanted to keep it a secret!” He scooted off the bed, ready for anything from a blazing argument to a fist fight.
Ben sat up in his knees, “I wanted to keep it a secret? I don’t care! I have enough secrets to worry about!” He held up his left wrist, “At least ten of them!” The Omnitrix flashed and made an unhappy beep, as if to say “Leave me out of this!” Unfortunately, it went largely unnoticed and the argument continued.
“Look,” Kevin snarled, gesturing wildly, “Just because I’m not mooning over you all the ti-”
Ben cut him off with a short, humorless laugh, “There’s that word again: ‘mooning’! Who was the first person to say you were mooning over them? Oh, right! Gwen!” He crossed his arms tightly.
“Oh for the love of...” Frustrated, Kevin ran a hand through his damp hair, “Listen to me, I don’t want her getting in our faces because we’re together. And you know she will!” He scowled out when Ben opened his mouth to protest.
“How do you know she will?” Ben huffed angrily. Who did he think he was, saying things like that about his cousin?! She never did anything wrong! (Never mind the fact that she was drooling over his boyfriend.)
Kevin groaned angrily, “Ben, she put the kiss of death on me! Why do you think I was shouting ‘Lame!’ after she kissed me on the roof?” At Ben’s slightly puzzled glare, he clarified sarcastically, “If a girl kisses a guy, that automatically makes him hers in her mind. Anyone else makes a move on him, she goes for the jugular.”
“We’re cousins! Gwen wouldn’t-”
“I’ve seen it happen, Ben!” Kevin scowled, “Family or no, I’ve seen girls rip each other apart over a guy.”
Ben scoffed, “Please, this isn’t Jerry Springer, you know! Gwen would understand!” He paused thoughtfully before baring his teeth at Kevin in a way that reminded the mutant unpleasantly of Wildmutt, “And I’m not a girl!”
Irritated by Ben’s stubbornness and blind faith in family ties, Kevin threw his hands up in defeat. Turning away, he scowled, “Fine! I’ll be in the bathroom, jacking off. Feel free to join me once you stop being a bitch.” The bathroom door slammed, and Ben didn’t see Kevin for the rest of the night.
The next morning found Ben curled tightly in the corner of the bed, pillows strewn about and a nest formed by the blankets. After so long spent sleeping in the car, the instinct to curl up to fit on the seat prevailed even when faced with the comforts of a real mattress. He groaned unhappily as he stretched out, feeling his spine pop back into alignment as he arched his back. Glancing about the room for Kevin, (‘Not that I care!’ He told himself mulishly) Ben found the other teen sleeping restlessly on the other couch.
Kevin was sprawled over the lumpy sofa, one leg hanging off the arm and his head cocked in a peculiar position. When Gwen knocked loudly at their door, bright eyed and bushy tailed, he jolted awake and cracked his neck in a rather unpleasant fashion. Hissing in pain and rubbing the back of his neck, he stumbled to his feet, having fallen off the couch when Gwen shouted for him.
Ben let his cousin into the room, greeting her a little more cheerfully than usual as if to prove a point to Kevin, before slipping into the bathroom to change quickly. Kevin frowned sourly at the redhead as she settled on the couch and reached for the remote.
Noting his mood, Gwen only grinned, “I take it you lost the fight for the bed?” Kevin grumbled sullenly and grabbed his clothes off the chair, shouldering past Ben as he walked out of the bathroom.
Rubbing his shoulder idly, Ben sat down next to his cousin with a scowl, “He’s being a jerk.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Gwen intoned dryly, arching an eyebrow at the brunet.
Notes:
--Part 5/6! IT'S ALMOST OVER! TT_____TT
--HAH! NO SEX FOR YOU! *lynched* I feel like I'm just playing keep-away with you guys. It's amazingly fun in a sadistic way.
--Every time I type "Omnitrix," Spell check's first suggestion is "Dominatrix" ...I find that hilarious.
--I have a mild obsession with Ben topping. I blame it on the above fact.
--LJ makes things super double spaced. I can't bring myself to care anymore.
--That argument was super fun to type! The argument itself originally lasted about three pages and involved them getting really off-topic, so I hacked out a lot during editing.
Notes are under the cut now to avoid spoilers.
...My hand still hurts.
...He’d have to take those with him.
...Just in case.
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Not nearly as disgusted by his own unwashed body, Kevin reclined on the lumpy sofa and turned on the television to some dull news channel. He’d gone for longer without running water. The raven-haired boy propped his feet up on the unsteady coffee table and yawned, tilting his head back to rest against the wall. The exhaustion from long hours of driving combined with the hypnotic sound of running water slowly lulled him into a trance, and the droning of the television soon became only a faint buzz in his ears. In his Zen state, Kevin completely missed the sound of water cutting out, or the bathroom door opening. He wasn’t aware of much of anything until a warm weight settled in his lap and began ravaging his exposed neck.
Ben grinned against Kevin’s throat, “Miss me? The brunet nipped lightly at the flesh there, eliciting a shiver from Kevin. Letting Ben kiss and nibble at his neck, Kevin lifted his hands to wander up Ben’s arms. It was about this point that Kevin realized Ben was wearing nothing but a towel. Sliding his hand up the brunet’s damp back and tangling it in the dripping brown hair, Kevin pulled Ben up and captured his lips in a kiss.
Grinding his hips down, Ben took charge in the kiss. He pushed his tongue against Kevin’s, easily winning any half-hearted attempt at a battle for dominance that Kevin put up. He explored his boyfriend’s mouth, returning to massage Kevin’s tongue with his own. Feeling Ben’s hardness pressing against his hip, Kevin moaned deeply into the kiss. Though Kevin wasn’t used to being topped, he wasn’t about to complain to this treatment.
With one hand tangled in Kevin’s dirty hair, Ben tugged Kevin away to attack his throat once more. He bit hard at the older boy's pulse point, licking and kissing the bruised area as an apology when Kevin gasped. The mutant gripped Ben’s shoulders tightly as he started to suck at the abused spot. Though dimly aware of the fact that he’d have a spectacular hickey to explain the next day, Kevin chose not to care. Instead, he slid his hands down to grope Ben’s ass through the thick hotel towel, drawing a moan from Ben that vibrated pleasantly against his throat.
Just as Kevin slipped his thumbs under the coarse edges of the towel, a splash of icy cold water hit him square in the face. Sputtering indignantly, He looked up to see Ben standing there with an empty plastic cup...Fully clothed in pajamas and not writhing in his lap. Shaking water out of his greasy hair, Kevin groaned.
“I think...” Ben said lightly, trailing his eyes down to Kevin’s lap, “You’ll be wanting to take a cold shower, yes?”
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Freshly showered and dressed in an undershirt and boxers, Kevin jumped onto the bed next to Ben, landing with a bounce on the crisp, itchy sheets. He held up one arm invitingly and Ben happily slipped into his embrace, snuggling up to tuck his head under Kevin’s chin. Behind closed doors, Kevin could really be quite affectionate.
Granted, he usually had a goal in mind.
Lifting Ben’s hand, Kevin pressed his lips against the other boy’s knuckles, giving him a chaste kiss on the hand. Slowly, the mutant trailed kisses up Ben’s arm, letting his lips brush against the face of the Omnitrix for a moment before moving up. Slightly ticklish, Ben chuckled before asking, “And just how many bad romance movies did you have to watch to inspire this?”
Kevin paused, lips hovering over the inside of his boyfriend’s elbow, “A lot.” He continued planting sloppy kisses up Ben’s arm. In truth, he had only caught a marathon of The Addams Family a few weeks ago. Let Ben believe what he wanted to.
Ben squirmed a bit as Kevin kissed his way up his upper arm. Without thinking, he asked, “And how many of them were with Gwen?” He was surprised at the sharpness of his own words, thought they were meant jokingly.
Kevin paused again, this time in the middle of a fairly complicated maneuver that involved entwining his fingers with Ben’s, pulling the brunet chest-to-chest with those entwined hands, and wrapping a leg around the younger boy’s hips, all while pressing an open-mouthed kiss on Ben’s tanned shoulder. He stayed silent for a moment before asking coolly, “Are you really going to be like that?”
Taking offense at Kevin’s tone, Ben hardened his own voice, “Like what, Kevin?” He really didn’t want the dark-haired boy to stop, but his headstrong personality refused to back down.
Pulling back, Kevin glared at his lover, “Like a jealous bitch.” He sat up, releasing Ben’s hand, “Because I really don’t wanna deal with you if you’re gonna act like that.”
Pushing himself up as well, Ben clenched his fists, “I’m sorry,” his tone dripped with sarcasm, “But pardon me for thinking I was old news once you started making goo-goo eyes at Gwen again!”
Kevin’s scowl deepened, “Don’t get pissy with me, Ben! She was getting suspicious of us, and you wanted to keep it a secret!” He scooted off the bed, ready for anything from a blazing argument to a fist fight.
Ben sat up in his knees, “I wanted to keep it a secret? I don’t care! I have enough secrets to worry about!” He held up his left wrist, “At least ten of them!” The Omnitrix flashed and made an unhappy beep, as if to say “Leave me out of this!” Unfortunately, it went largely unnoticed and the argument continued.
“Look,” Kevin snarled, gesturing wildly, “Just because I’m not mooning over you all the ti-”
Ben cut him off with a short, humorless laugh, “There’s that word again: ‘mooning’! Who was the first person to say you were mooning over them? Oh, right! Gwen!” He crossed his arms tightly.
“Oh for the love of...” Frustrated, Kevin ran a hand through his damp hair, “Listen to me, I don’t want her getting in our faces because we’re together. And you know she will!” He scowled out when Ben opened his mouth to protest.
“How do you know she will?” Ben huffed angrily. Who did he think he was, saying things like that about his cousin?! She never did anything wrong! (Never mind the fact that she was drooling over his boyfriend.)
Kevin groaned angrily, “Ben, she put the kiss of death on me! Why do you think I was shouting ‘Lame!’ after she kissed me on the roof?” At Ben’s slightly puzzled glare, he clarified sarcastically, “If a girl kisses a guy, that automatically makes him hers in her mind. Anyone else makes a move on him, she goes for the jugular.”
“We’re cousins! Gwen wouldn’t-”
“I’ve seen it happen, Ben!” Kevin scowled, “Family or no, I’ve seen girls rip each other apart over a guy.”
Ben scoffed, “Please, this isn’t Jerry Springer, you know! Gwen would understand!” He paused thoughtfully before baring his teeth at Kevin in a way that reminded the mutant unpleasantly of Wildmutt, “And I’m not a girl!”
Irritated by Ben’s stubbornness and blind faith in family ties, Kevin threw his hands up in defeat. Turning away, he scowled, “Fine! I’ll be in the bathroom, jacking off. Feel free to join me once you stop being a bitch.” The bathroom door slammed, and Ben didn’t see Kevin for the rest of the night.
The next morning found Ben curled tightly in the corner of the bed, pillows strewn about and a nest formed by the blankets. After so long spent sleeping in the car, the instinct to curl up to fit on the seat prevailed even when faced with the comforts of a real mattress. He groaned unhappily as he stretched out, feeling his spine pop back into alignment as he arched his back. Glancing about the room for Kevin, (‘Not that I care!’ He told himself mulishly) Ben found the other teen sleeping restlessly on the other couch.
Kevin was sprawled over the lumpy sofa, one leg hanging off the arm and his head cocked in a peculiar position. When Gwen knocked loudly at their door, bright eyed and bushy tailed, he jolted awake and cracked his neck in a rather unpleasant fashion. Hissing in pain and rubbing the back of his neck, he stumbled to his feet, having fallen off the couch when Gwen shouted for him.
Ben let his cousin into the room, greeting her a little more cheerfully than usual as if to prove a point to Kevin, before slipping into the bathroom to change quickly. Kevin frowned sourly at the redhead as she settled on the couch and reached for the remote.
Noting his mood, Gwen only grinned, “I take it you lost the fight for the bed?” Kevin grumbled sullenly and grabbed his clothes off the chair, shouldering past Ben as he walked out of the bathroom.
Rubbing his shoulder idly, Ben sat down next to his cousin with a scowl, “He’s being a jerk.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Gwen intoned dryly, arching an eyebrow at the brunet.
Notes:
--Part 5/6! IT'S ALMOST OVER! TT_____TT
--HAH! NO SEX FOR YOU! *lynched* I feel like I'm just playing keep-away with you guys. It's amazingly fun in a sadistic way.
--Every time I type "Omnitrix," Spell check's first suggestion is "Dominatrix" ...I find that hilarious.
--I have a mild obsession with Ben topping. I blame it on the above fact.
--LJ makes things super double spaced. I can't bring myself to care anymore.
--That argument was super fun to type! The argument itself originally lasted about three pages and involved them getting really off-topic, so I hacked out a lot during editing.
Notes are under the cut now to avoid spoilers.
...My hand still hurts.