Cloud no. 9

[lolitics_meme]

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business.

Comments

Part nine and no Ben Bradshaw/David Miliband porn yet?

[anonymous]

For shame, meme. Especially when they are always romancing each other being fly on the awkward squad benches.

PLEASE RECTIFY THIS. Maybe Ben is pissed off DMil is rumoured to be going over to America and decides to catch him at the airport Russell-Curtis-movie style with sex in the airport toilets? Or does David, all lonely from not being the popular 'band anymore, act so sadcakes that Ben has cheer him up somehow.

Does David plot the next leadership ascension together afterward, with Ben snoozing/checking out his arse? Do they have it off with Häagen-Dazs ice cream after getting all metrosexual with their makeovers?

SOMETHING. PLEASE. IT'S TOO HOT TO WASTE. D:

Re: Part nine and no Ben Bradshaw/David Miliband porn yet?

[anonymous]

TBF there is an overall lack of Ben Bradshaw fic!

Re: Part nine and no Ben Bradshaw/David Miliband porn yet?

[anonymous]

WOAH WOAH WOAH YES PLEASE.

Skinny ex-ministers getting it on? Required. Badly.

Re: Part nine and no Ben Bradshaw/David Miliband porn yet?

[anonymous]

Is frustrated pwp included in that "SOMETHING. PLEASE." because now that's all I can think of and ...um. It's a nice thought?

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[anonymous]

In the traditional definition of the word, this is exactly 100 words long. I was going to go for something lengthier but inspiration ceased and I had to turn this into a writing exercise.

David was all long limbs and nerve endings, and Ben could almost hear the pent-up ambition, without focus, in David’s shallow breathing as skin was exposed, touched. Breaking the kiss, Ben saw the dark eyes staring back at him and nervousness set in.

„This was a bad idea,“ Ben said.

David was married and David was a mess, both indecisive and determined, directionless. Ben was at a turning point; directionless, too, but experienced at staking stock.

„Please,“ David replied, and then, expression unchanged, „let me show you.“

They were dressed but David’s desperation was naked, and Ben couldn’t say no.

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[anonymous]

This is great, anon. Packs a real punch.