Live Love & Die Young part 3
Title:Live Love & Die Young part 3
Rating:R, this chapter, eventually ranging between pg-13-nc-17
Pairing: Skandar/Will unrequited Skandar/Ben
Summary: RPS AU. Part 3. Skandar, Ben, and Anna have seemingly been life long friends and grew up in and around the theatre. Skandar develops feelings for Ben that he believes go unnoticed. Enter Will, his new, seemingly high prince on a white horse. Or is he?
Disclamer: Don't own the people both real and fictional. Sometimes I don't even think I own the mac I'm typing on. This is my first venture into fan fiction and slash. Two birds one gun and all that. I have no beta so I hope that I caught as much of the errors that I could have.
Skandar stood in front of his long mirror in his bedroom. Taking in his reflection has he smoothed out his charcoal colored slacks. After getting back from his date with Will earlier he spent the rest of the day setting up the house and back yard patio for his parents going away party. The labor had been relaxing in a way. It helped him keep his mind from wondering about Will meeting his parents for the first time other than over the phone when he would call. Almost alabaster hands went up to make sure the wine colored shirt Will had purchased him earlier that day wasn't on backwards on something else inane. This would also be the first time Ben would actually meet Will. Will had a way it seemed of just passing by when it came to Ben. The same Skandar noted could be applied to Ben.
"Geez Skan, your acting like a love sick girl!"
Skandar's eyes popped wide for a second as he turned to see Anna making her way into his room to sit down on his bed. Looking like the effortless beauty Skandar knew she was, Anna was wearing a black pencil skirt and a forest green top.
"I am not a girl Anna." Skandar replied has he walked to his closet has he began to sort through a few pair of shoes. Would his red chucks be alright tonight? Maybe the black ones? No maybe he should go with his dress shoes. He sighed as he tossed the black chucks aside and began to look for the missing right dress shoe.
"But you are love sick." Anna stated as she laid back on Skandar's bed her blond hair haloing around head. Not even bothering to lift her head she knew just from the sounds of frustration and a quick curse word from Skandar that he was looking for his missing shoe. She remembered a similar incident on the morning of his graduation.
"Wear the red chucks they go with the shirt which is quite sexy by the way. Is that Ben's gift?"
Skandar suddenly stopped digging mostly because he had the red chucks in his hand secondly because of Anna's question.
Carrying the shoes over to the bed he sat down on the side and began to put them on. Quickly lacing them up he laid back his head right next to Anna's.
"Ben's gift? What gift?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss." Anna said
"I don't need to see your face to know you're smirking. Seriously though what is it? I mean he took me out for the whole day and night the weekend after my graduation. Payed for everything. I thought that was my gift."
"No..." Anna started.
Before she could continue Skandar's mothers voice carried from down the stairs.
"Anna, sweetie could you come here for a moment."
Escaping further interrogation from the dark haired boy Anna rose up from the bed and walked out closing the door behind her. Skandar could hear her heels clack against the dark wood floors growing fainter as she made her way downstairs leaving him to ponder what exactly Ben planned on giving him tonight.
"Hey sexy!
Ocean Blue eyes looked up at the face that so bluntly called his attention away from his laptop. The cafe was a dark and secluded hideaway off of the main streets. Off of the main and side of main anything. Pretty much in a alley of an alley. He liked secluded little groto's lie this, especially when he spent most of his day surrounded by people like this morning. He had briefly noticed her when he arrived and one other person being the sole customers this day. Taking in mid-length straight red hair, blue eyes paler than his own, a small heart shaped eager face with a short pale neck. Standing there with a mug of what smelled to be a cafe mocha with caramel in her well manicured hands. She wore a pink and black checkered dress shirt over a pale white low cut camisole with a flowing knee length skirt.
"I was wondering if you'd like some company?"
Before the blue eyed young man could answer the more than enthusiastic red-haired young woman sat down, sliding quite close to him in his booth.
Taking a sip of her noxiously sweet smelling drink she palmed her mug has she continued talking.
"I've seen you here for almost most of the summer yeah? I've come here since I was fourteen and never seen you before not once. I'm twenty now and never seen a guy like you in here before" She lowered her eyelashes but still kept her eyes set on the young mans face.
Taking her in has she spoke he noticed a few things. The accent appeared to be Welsh, secondly she seemed to be a sweet girl she just came on quite strong and nervous. Under the wrong circumstances someone might have thought she was loose. Some might try to take advantage of her. Then again looks are meant to be deceving. It was something in believed in most of the time
Giving her a small smile and closing down his laptop he turned to her and finally got a word in. He decided he'd entertain her- and himself for a while.
"Yeah my names Will and no I'm not from London originally, a while outside it actually."
He noticed has her eyes brightened as she noticed that he was actually giving her the time of day.
"Really what brings you to London, oh my names Gwen bye the way." she gave him a coy smile.
He could tell a lot from a smile. He had years of experience on reading a face and just from that he could tell that maybe Gwen wasn't naive, she was just playing coy.
"I'm studying and visiting some friends who live in the area." He gave her a shrug and leaned back into the red vinyl of the booth lowering her body language. Bait.
She placed her mug on the table top and moved closer to him, her shoulder rubbing his. Set.
He now knew that she wasn't has innocent has she first appeared especially now that her hand was slowly tracing up his jean clad thigh. Finally her hand reached and cupped his denim clad crotch.
Giving him a full on predatory smile she leaned into his ear and whispered. "Would you like to get out of here?"
Match he thought.
They made their way outside the shop his backpack slung over one shoulder, Gwen's arm wrapped around his waist. Standing next to him, so close, so warm he noticed she was maybe three inches shorter than him.
"Normally I wouldn't hook up with someone this early in the evening but I've been watching you for so long I couldn't let you slip by."
'God was all the London youth this sexually open now days?' he thought.
"Well I'm glad you finally decided to act on it." he lied
He stopped walking and turned to face her his arms slinking around her waist.
"How about I give you a quick demonstration right here?"
With that he bent his head down to claim her mouth.
Surprisingly she pushed him back against the alley wall into a small alcove of a now closed shoppe. He felt her tongue began to push it's way into his mouth and he began to moan around it has he ran his over hers taking in the taste of her long forgotten coffee. The bittersweet dark chocolate and caramel mixing with a more natural taste the was Gwen.
Slowly he began to trace his hands up her side has he placed the on her shoulders and spun her around to place her back against the wall, the steel security gate digging slightly into her back, showing that he was in control of this situation.
She responded by moaning higher and began to run her hands across his chest.
Taking that has encouragement he reached behind her with both hands and cupped her butt lifting her leg slightly has he slipped in between her legs using his hands to push her skirt up. Gwen wrapped her legs around Will's waist has she felt his hand slide up her skirt to push aside her underwear. Not shocked at all when he discovered she wasn't wearing any.
She began to pant heavily has her head rolled back exposing her neck. Will left her in awe he looked fit from the times she saw him in the cafe but he shocked her buy holding her up with one hand around her shoulders as his fingers traced intimately across her sex.
A part of Will was deftly bored and another part amused. He loved to work for his meals, he found an art in it, even if he knew he was just going to kill the person which was about ninety nine percent of the time. When he was actually the age he appeared to be, so long ago, girls like this where hard to find. Boys also but he had found a few more willing than he had the females of his day. Morals , fears and social standards being so high and mighty then. For the past few decades though people had become some sexual, so open, so easy. It seemed to be especially easy for him in London which he found as a shock at first considering the cities history with sex. Most of which he witnessed.
He noticed that Gwen began to shudder has he ran his thumb over her nub. Feeling it harden and become hotter against his cold skin. He pulled his head back and watched her has her back arched has he quickly slipped two fingers in between her and began to pump them in and out. He felt her legs tightening around his waist has he watched her practically try and screw herself on his hand.
'God girls like this were so easy.' he thought has he placed his free arm against the metal door screen behind them.
Sometimes he wondered if he even needed his old world charms, as he liked to call it, to get what he needed in this city. Minutes passed by feeling like hours has he alternated the speed and depths of his fingers.
Looking behind her at his outstretched arm he noticed his watch. Shit! He had a rather important event to be at in almost two hours. An important event with a rather special young man.
As fun as it was watching her come undone just from his fingers he had other things to do. Thinking of Skandar he began to twist his fingers inside of her, her fluids now freely and warmly running down his hand. He leaned forward and began to kiss her decollate. His cool breath making and now twisting fingers driving in harder as he somehow kept his finger rubbing around her spot. No boyfriend or random hookup had ever had her feeling like this and this was just his hand!
"I'm sorry, Jen, no Gwen- right?" He didn't mean to forget her name. It's just that this felt so meaningless he mused. He wanted someone to put up the chase. Someone to love. Skandar had certainly put up a good chase this past few months. Will began pumping harder with each word making a point to the girl. "I have somewhere important to be in a few hours and I need to eat to be better prepared for tonight."
Gwen couldn't make out what Will was saying and honestly she did not care. She was too damn close to notice has his mouth opened and a set of sharp curved fangs began to pop out of his gums almost overlapping his already sharp looking canine teeth.
Quickly Will latched onto her lower neck his teeth tearing through flesh, the sound of a high pitched shriek going into a wail filling the long alley mixing with the breaking of a collar bone. He felt Gwen writhe in his arm has he pulled her in closer and began to drink from the deep gash in her neck. The blood flowing freely fast and hot due to the area and visceral damage of the wound and their earlier activities. His tongue tracing over her protruding collar bone. Despite her dying against the wall her legs remained in a steel like vise around his waist has he began continued to now thrust three fingers inside her. Finally the blood stopped flowing has Will himself finished sucking all the rest out, her heart pumping sporadically in time with the thrust and twist of his fingers, her heart finally stopping just has she climaxed on his hand.
Finally Gwen's legs went limp and dropped from around his waist. Will removed his hand and stepped back letting her fall to the ground her dead glassy eyes a mix of pain and pleasure. Not his best work but he was quite pressed for time. The alley was deep enough that he knew no one noticed his actions. Reaching into his backpack Will pulled out a clean black t-shirt and pulled off his soiled one, wiping his hands and mouth before stuffing it behind his laptop. Looking behind him he noticed the old weathered dumpster he saw when he escorted Gwen down this deep into the alley. Picking up Gwen's body with one hand and lifting the dumpster lid with another Will tossed her body in and reached into his pocket and threw a black colored jelly rubber band in on top of the body and nonchalantly slammed the lid shut.
With a full stomach he made his way back to his house. He had a very important date tonight.
Ben stood outside the Keynes' home thinking about how to proceed with tonight's plan. He knew the basics, get Skandar alone, tell Skandar everything to the best of his abilities, kiss Skandar breathless. If Anna was right about everything that. If Skandar freaked out and tossed him out on his arse he would at least make sure he left behind his gift which was currently in a black box tucked safely away in his pants pocket. He had Skandar's parent's gifts tucked under his arm along with a second one for Skandar. He had stood there for the better part a half an hour mulling over Skandar's possible response to his plan, highly oblivious that the object of his thoughts had been sitting in the window seat of his room that conveniently overlooked the front door watching Ben stand there for at least fifteen of that thirty. Skandar stood up to go let Ben in right as Ben rung the door bell.
Walking down the stairs and towards the door Skandar could hear most of the guest already enjoying themselves out back his parents laughter carrying over the music.
Opening up the door he took in Ben, all of him. His hair was doing it's half neat half messy thing that always happened whenever he tried to style it. He wore a red dress shirt with the sleeves buttoned but still rolled up and a deep black tie. He had on dark slacks similar to Skandar's own and black well polished dress shoes.
He was even clean shaven Skandar noticed. He had apparently nicked himself also. A white square bandage against his slightly pale throat.
He looked so handsome and mature Skandar thought. Ben thought he looked older when he had that patchy beard growing, thought he was taken more seriously. In Skandar's opinion Ben looked like an effortless gentleman when he shaved.
Giving Skandar a smile Ben stepped inside and checked out Skandar. His pale skin and dark eyes stood out so invitingly against the shocking crimson of his shirt. He wore dark slacks but his shoes he noticed where his usual red chuck taylors. He looked dressy but casual, perfect for a summer dinner party. Suddenly Ben felt overdressed in his starched and pressed tie and polished dress shoes. In a way their outfits complimented each others. Just Skan looked a whole lot more comfortable in his.
Ben spoke first. "Wow Skandar, you look nice, really." He gave Skandar a smile as he handed Skandar the package under his arm.
Taking the parcel Skandar smiled.
"You clean up real nice yourself Barnes."
"Honestly now looking at you I think I'm a bit over dressed." Ben replied has his hands went up to fix his tie.
"You look perfect, so don't worry. I think my parents will be shocked to see you in a tie though. Haven't seen you wear one in years."
Skandar's smaller hands reached up tracing against Ben's has he fixed his tie for him.
Ben slightly blushed as Skandar's hand trailed to the left of his neck near the bandage. The bandage was spotting a bit.
Ben stood there transfixed as Skandar's hands trailed near his cut. He began to slowly move his hand up towards Skandar's.
Suddenly a happy voiced rang out interrupting their moment making them pull their hands away quickly and awkwardly.
"Hey Ben! come on the parties just getting started." Anna had poked her head out the kitchen door into the hall to beckon them forward.
Breaking the awkwardness Skandar answered her. "Tell my parent's well be around in a few, alright Anna. I need to take Ben upstairs for a second." Skandar grabbed the taller man's bigger hand and began to pull him towards the stairs. "I need to get something put of my room."
Ben's eyes widened has he began to follow well more likely get dragged by Skandar up the stairs.
Why were they going upstairs?
What did Skandar need in his room?
Could he possibly need to talk to Ben the way Ben needed to talk to him?
Ben's overactive mind began to recall his earlier dilemma.
Arriving at the second landing Skandar pulled Ben into his room and closed the door.
"In that case take your time." Anna muttered . Smiling Anna turned to give Skandar's dad a wink and picked up a bottle of wine to take to the table for the rest of the guest.
Rating:R, this chapter, eventually ranging between pg-13-nc-17
Pairing: Skandar/Will unrequited Skandar/Ben
Summary: RPS AU. Part 3. Skandar, Ben, and Anna have seemingly been life long friends and grew up in and around the theatre. Skandar develops feelings for Ben that he believes go unnoticed. Enter Will, his new, seemingly high prince on a white horse. Or is he?
Disclamer: Don't own the people both real and fictional. Sometimes I don't even think I own the mac I'm typing on. This is my first venture into fan fiction and slash. Two birds one gun and all that. I have no beta so I hope that I caught as much of the errors that I could have.
Skandar stood in front of his long mirror in his bedroom. Taking in his reflection has he smoothed out his charcoal colored slacks. After getting back from his date with Will earlier he spent the rest of the day setting up the house and back yard patio for his parents going away party. The labor had been relaxing in a way. It helped him keep his mind from wondering about Will meeting his parents for the first time other than over the phone when he would call. Almost alabaster hands went up to make sure the wine colored shirt Will had purchased him earlier that day wasn't on backwards on something else inane. This would also be the first time Ben would actually meet Will. Will had a way it seemed of just passing by when it came to Ben. The same Skandar noted could be applied to Ben.
"Geez Skan, your acting like a love sick girl!"
Skandar's eyes popped wide for a second as he turned to see Anna making her way into his room to sit down on his bed. Looking like the effortless beauty Skandar knew she was, Anna was wearing a black pencil skirt and a forest green top.
"I am not a girl Anna." Skandar replied has he walked to his closet has he began to sort through a few pair of shoes. Would his red chucks be alright tonight? Maybe the black ones? No maybe he should go with his dress shoes. He sighed as he tossed the black chucks aside and began to look for the missing right dress shoe.
"But you are love sick." Anna stated as she laid back on Skandar's bed her blond hair haloing around head. Not even bothering to lift her head she knew just from the sounds of frustration and a quick curse word from Skandar that he was looking for his missing shoe. She remembered a similar incident on the morning of his graduation.
"Wear the red chucks they go with the shirt which is quite sexy by the way. Is that Ben's gift?"
Skandar suddenly stopped digging mostly because he had the red chucks in his hand secondly because of Anna's question.
Carrying the shoes over to the bed he sat down on the side and began to put them on. Quickly lacing them up he laid back his head right next to Anna's.
"Ben's gift? What gift?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss." Anna said
"I don't need to see your face to know you're smirking. Seriously though what is it? I mean he took me out for the whole day and night the weekend after my graduation. Payed for everything. I thought that was my gift."
"No..." Anna started.
Before she could continue Skandar's mothers voice carried from down the stairs.
"Anna, sweetie could you come here for a moment."
Escaping further interrogation from the dark haired boy Anna rose up from the bed and walked out closing the door behind her. Skandar could hear her heels clack against the dark wood floors growing fainter as she made her way downstairs leaving him to ponder what exactly Ben planned on giving him tonight.
"Hey sexy!
Ocean Blue eyes looked up at the face that so bluntly called his attention away from his laptop. The cafe was a dark and secluded hideaway off of the main streets. Off of the main and side of main anything. Pretty much in a alley of an alley. He liked secluded little groto's lie this, especially when he spent most of his day surrounded by people like this morning. He had briefly noticed her when he arrived and one other person being the sole customers this day. Taking in mid-length straight red hair, blue eyes paler than his own, a small heart shaped eager face with a short pale neck. Standing there with a mug of what smelled to be a cafe mocha with caramel in her well manicured hands. She wore a pink and black checkered dress shirt over a pale white low cut camisole with a flowing knee length skirt.
"I was wondering if you'd like some company?"
Before the blue eyed young man could answer the more than enthusiastic red-haired young woman sat down, sliding quite close to him in his booth.
Taking a sip of her noxiously sweet smelling drink she palmed her mug has she continued talking.
"I've seen you here for almost most of the summer yeah? I've come here since I was fourteen and never seen you before not once. I'm twenty now and never seen a guy like you in here before" She lowered her eyelashes but still kept her eyes set on the young mans face.
Taking her in has she spoke he noticed a few things. The accent appeared to be Welsh, secondly she seemed to be a sweet girl she just came on quite strong and nervous. Under the wrong circumstances someone might have thought she was loose. Some might try to take advantage of her. Then again looks are meant to be deceving. It was something in believed in most of the time
Giving her a small smile and closing down his laptop he turned to her and finally got a word in. He decided he'd entertain her- and himself for a while.
"Yeah my names Will and no I'm not from London originally, a while outside it actually."
He noticed has her eyes brightened as she noticed that he was actually giving her the time of day.
"Really what brings you to London, oh my names Gwen bye the way." she gave him a coy smile.
He could tell a lot from a smile. He had years of experience on reading a face and just from that he could tell that maybe Gwen wasn't naive, she was just playing coy.
"I'm studying and visiting some friends who live in the area." He gave her a shrug and leaned back into the red vinyl of the booth lowering her body language. Bait.
She placed her mug on the table top and moved closer to him, her shoulder rubbing his. Set.
He now knew that she wasn't has innocent has she first appeared especially now that her hand was slowly tracing up his jean clad thigh. Finally her hand reached and cupped his denim clad crotch.
Giving him a full on predatory smile she leaned into his ear and whispered. "Would you like to get out of here?"
Match he thought.
They made their way outside the shop his backpack slung over one shoulder, Gwen's arm wrapped around his waist. Standing next to him, so close, so warm he noticed she was maybe three inches shorter than him.
"Normally I wouldn't hook up with someone this early in the evening but I've been watching you for so long I couldn't let you slip by."
'God was all the London youth this sexually open now days?' he thought.
"Well I'm glad you finally decided to act on it." he lied
He stopped walking and turned to face her his arms slinking around her waist.
"How about I give you a quick demonstration right here?"
With that he bent his head down to claim her mouth.
Surprisingly she pushed him back against the alley wall into a small alcove of a now closed shoppe. He felt her tongue began to push it's way into his mouth and he began to moan around it has he ran his over hers taking in the taste of her long forgotten coffee. The bittersweet dark chocolate and caramel mixing with a more natural taste the was Gwen.
Slowly he began to trace his hands up her side has he placed the on her shoulders and spun her around to place her back against the wall, the steel security gate digging slightly into her back, showing that he was in control of this situation.
She responded by moaning higher and began to run her hands across his chest.
Taking that has encouragement he reached behind her with both hands and cupped her butt lifting her leg slightly has he slipped in between her legs using his hands to push her skirt up. Gwen wrapped her legs around Will's waist has she felt his hand slide up her skirt to push aside her underwear. Not shocked at all when he discovered she wasn't wearing any.
She began to pant heavily has her head rolled back exposing her neck. Will left her in awe he looked fit from the times she saw him in the cafe but he shocked her buy holding her up with one hand around her shoulders as his fingers traced intimately across her sex.
A part of Will was deftly bored and another part amused. He loved to work for his meals, he found an art in it, even if he knew he was just going to kill the person which was about ninety nine percent of the time. When he was actually the age he appeared to be, so long ago, girls like this where hard to find. Boys also but he had found a few more willing than he had the females of his day. Morals , fears and social standards being so high and mighty then. For the past few decades though people had become some sexual, so open, so easy. It seemed to be especially easy for him in London which he found as a shock at first considering the cities history with sex. Most of which he witnessed.
He noticed that Gwen began to shudder has he ran his thumb over her nub. Feeling it harden and become hotter against his cold skin. He pulled his head back and watched her has her back arched has he quickly slipped two fingers in between her and began to pump them in and out. He felt her legs tightening around his waist has he watched her practically try and screw herself on his hand.
'God girls like this were so easy.' he thought has he placed his free arm against the metal door screen behind them.
Sometimes he wondered if he even needed his old world charms, as he liked to call it, to get what he needed in this city. Minutes passed by feeling like hours has he alternated the speed and depths of his fingers.
Looking behind her at his outstretched arm he noticed his watch. Shit! He had a rather important event to be at in almost two hours. An important event with a rather special young man.
As fun as it was watching her come undone just from his fingers he had other things to do. Thinking of Skandar he began to twist his fingers inside of her, her fluids now freely and warmly running down his hand. He leaned forward and began to kiss her decollate. His cool breath making and now twisting fingers driving in harder as he somehow kept his finger rubbing around her spot. No boyfriend or random hookup had ever had her feeling like this and this was just his hand!
"I'm sorry, Jen, no Gwen- right?" He didn't mean to forget her name. It's just that this felt so meaningless he mused. He wanted someone to put up the chase. Someone to love. Skandar had certainly put up a good chase this past few months. Will began pumping harder with each word making a point to the girl. "I have somewhere important to be in a few hours and I need to eat to be better prepared for tonight."
Gwen couldn't make out what Will was saying and honestly she did not care. She was too damn close to notice has his mouth opened and a set of sharp curved fangs began to pop out of his gums almost overlapping his already sharp looking canine teeth.
Quickly Will latched onto her lower neck his teeth tearing through flesh, the sound of a high pitched shriek going into a wail filling the long alley mixing with the breaking of a collar bone. He felt Gwen writhe in his arm has he pulled her in closer and began to drink from the deep gash in her neck. The blood flowing freely fast and hot due to the area and visceral damage of the wound and their earlier activities. His tongue tracing over her protruding collar bone. Despite her dying against the wall her legs remained in a steel like vise around his waist has he began continued to now thrust three fingers inside her. Finally the blood stopped flowing has Will himself finished sucking all the rest out, her heart pumping sporadically in time with the thrust and twist of his fingers, her heart finally stopping just has she climaxed on his hand.
Finally Gwen's legs went limp and dropped from around his waist. Will removed his hand and stepped back letting her fall to the ground her dead glassy eyes a mix of pain and pleasure. Not his best work but he was quite pressed for time. The alley was deep enough that he knew no one noticed his actions. Reaching into his backpack Will pulled out a clean black t-shirt and pulled off his soiled one, wiping his hands and mouth before stuffing it behind his laptop. Looking behind him he noticed the old weathered dumpster he saw when he escorted Gwen down this deep into the alley. Picking up Gwen's body with one hand and lifting the dumpster lid with another Will tossed her body in and reached into his pocket and threw a black colored jelly rubber band in on top of the body and nonchalantly slammed the lid shut.
With a full stomach he made his way back to his house. He had a very important date tonight.
Ben stood outside the Keynes' home thinking about how to proceed with tonight's plan. He knew the basics, get Skandar alone, tell Skandar everything to the best of his abilities, kiss Skandar breathless. If Anna was right about everything that. If Skandar freaked out and tossed him out on his arse he would at least make sure he left behind his gift which was currently in a black box tucked safely away in his pants pocket. He had Skandar's parent's gifts tucked under his arm along with a second one for Skandar. He had stood there for the better part a half an hour mulling over Skandar's possible response to his plan, highly oblivious that the object of his thoughts had been sitting in the window seat of his room that conveniently overlooked the front door watching Ben stand there for at least fifteen of that thirty. Skandar stood up to go let Ben in right as Ben rung the door bell.
Walking down the stairs and towards the door Skandar could hear most of the guest already enjoying themselves out back his parents laughter carrying over the music.
Opening up the door he took in Ben, all of him. His hair was doing it's half neat half messy thing that always happened whenever he tried to style it. He wore a red dress shirt with the sleeves buttoned but still rolled up and a deep black tie. He had on dark slacks similar to Skandar's own and black well polished dress shoes.
He was even clean shaven Skandar noticed. He had apparently nicked himself also. A white square bandage against his slightly pale throat.
He looked so handsome and mature Skandar thought. Ben thought he looked older when he had that patchy beard growing, thought he was taken more seriously. In Skandar's opinion Ben looked like an effortless gentleman when he shaved.
Giving Skandar a smile Ben stepped inside and checked out Skandar. His pale skin and dark eyes stood out so invitingly against the shocking crimson of his shirt. He wore dark slacks but his shoes he noticed where his usual red chuck taylors. He looked dressy but casual, perfect for a summer dinner party. Suddenly Ben felt overdressed in his starched and pressed tie and polished dress shoes. In a way their outfits complimented each others. Just Skan looked a whole lot more comfortable in his.
Ben spoke first. "Wow Skandar, you look nice, really." He gave Skandar a smile as he handed Skandar the package under his arm.
Taking the parcel Skandar smiled.
"You clean up real nice yourself Barnes."
"Honestly now looking at you I think I'm a bit over dressed." Ben replied has his hands went up to fix his tie.
"You look perfect, so don't worry. I think my parents will be shocked to see you in a tie though. Haven't seen you wear one in years."
Skandar's smaller hands reached up tracing against Ben's has he fixed his tie for him.
Ben slightly blushed as Skandar's hand trailed to the left of his neck near the bandage. The bandage was spotting a bit.
Ben stood there transfixed as Skandar's hands trailed near his cut. He began to slowly move his hand up towards Skandar's.
Suddenly a happy voiced rang out interrupting their moment making them pull their hands away quickly and awkwardly.
"Hey Ben! come on the parties just getting started." Anna had poked her head out the kitchen door into the hall to beckon them forward.
Breaking the awkwardness Skandar answered her. "Tell my parent's well be around in a few, alright Anna. I need to take Ben upstairs for a second." Skandar grabbed the taller man's bigger hand and began to pull him towards the stairs. "I need to get something put of my room."
Ben's eyes widened has he began to follow well more likely get dragged by Skandar up the stairs.
Why were they going upstairs?
What did Skandar need in his room?
Could he possibly need to talk to Ben the way Ben needed to talk to him?
Ben's overactive mind began to recall his earlier dilemma.
Arriving at the second landing Skandar pulled Ben into his room and closed the door.
"In that case take your time." Anna muttered . Smiling Anna turned to give Skandar's dad a wink and picked up a bottle of wine to take to the table for the rest of the guest.