Alright, I just want to say that I haven't dropped the face of the planet, and I'm not mad or put off or whatever. No one said too much, or too little, and it certainly wasn't anyone's fault besides my own
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Still stirring the spaghetti sauce, Karl's recipe of course, Linds leans his head back against Ben's shoulder, torn between strangling his lover and turning around in his arms and kissing him, hard. The feel of Ben's hot breath on his neck, his mouth nibbling his ear about drives him wild--Ben knows this, of course, and Linds is thinking *this isn't fair, dammit, he knows just how to play me.*
When Ben turns the oven off and pulls Linds after him toward the couch in the living room, he doesn't protest though the desire to strangle Ben hasn't exactly left, either.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.
"We're going to sit here and cuddle and...and talk."
"Oh. Okay."
Linds let Ben pull him down onto the couch--he still hurt a little, but was better. Still frustrated though--he figured Ben had that figured out--and now, dammit, Ben's nearness was making him hard. *not fair* Linds vowed not to get back into bed with Ben until he had some answers. No matter what.
When the others returned a few hours later, they would find the two men asleep, stretched out on the couch together in just their jeans, wrapped in each other's arms, the two dogs on the floor.
When Ben turns the oven off and pulls Linds after him toward the couch in the living room, he doesn't protest though the desire to strangle Ben hasn't exactly left, either.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.
"We're going to sit here and cuddle and...and talk."
"Oh. Okay."
Linds let Ben pull him down onto the couch--he still hurt a little, but was better. Still frustrated though--he figured Ben had that figured out--and now, dammit, Ben's nearness was making him hard. *not fair* Linds vowed not to get back into bed with Ben until he had some answers. No matter what.
When the others returned a few hours later, they would find the two men asleep, stretched out on the couch together in just their jeans, wrapped in each other's arms, the two dogs on the floor.
Linds and Ben
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