Characters: Sam & Wee!Ben
Date & Time: long ago and far away
Setting: Las Vegas, Nevada
Summary: You see, there are birds, and then there are bees...
Rating: PG-13 for content
Status: Closed
If you had asked Sam Guthrie five years ago what he would be doing with his life at this point, he'd reply honestly and admit that he'd likely be working in the coal
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"I haven't showered yet." Came his first reply, several minutes after the first attack and questions. Adding after a moment and checking his own feet to be certain that it was his socks they were referring to.
"Happens at night.
It wasn't much of a defense, but it would do. Especially at this time of morning.
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There needed to be a sugar invented that didn't have the same properties as actual sugar, because if that exist Sam would have bought up so much stock, the bosses would be impressed. As each spoonful of the white crystal was added to Ben's mug, Sam could see more, and more wired-ness enter the boy. Before long he'd be bouncing, possibly literally.
"Talk?" Sam finally asked, having found his seat at the kitchen table to claim. If he'd been more awake, perhaps he would have caught himself. At least, he'd hope later on that he would have.
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"Can I get a chinchilla?" Ben asked as he clambered into his chair and sat there, lifting up on his knees to bend over his mug and slurp at his coffee. It wasn't sweet enough. Alas, the distance between the table and the counter, where the squat sugar bowl still sat, was too far to journey across alone. He'd surely freeze. So instead, Ben manned up and dealt with the inferior cup o' joe. "You're doing something with 'em, Sam. Make enough noise that they prob'ly hear you in fuckin' Detroit. They're crepuscular rodents."
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He took his time then, staring down at the blackness within his mug, trying his hardest to decipher the two apart, to make sense of them each in turn. In the end, he called it a flop, and merged them back into one train of thought, as god intended.
"No. I wasn't talking to Peggy about a chinchilla. ...are we really that loud?"
At least he knew he was doing something right at least.
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Ben made sure to speak slowly and address one thing at a time. "I, Ben-sometimes-Jack, am gonna get a chinchilla. Because chinchillas are the anti-cat. Chinchillas are fun. Chinchillas are good. Christmas, Sam. That's a hint. I promise to take care of it."
With that particular ball put into play, Ben moved on to the root of his sleeping problems. Guileless blue eyes captured Sam, almost accusing but tempered by a fondness that wouldn't allow for his total crucifixion. Not yet, at least.
"Oh, Sam. Sam. Sam, oh, oh, yes, oh!" Ben pitched his voice high and breathy, flailing a bit in his seat. "Oh-ohhh my G-god, oh God, yes!"
Lofting his brows, Ben took a neat sip of coffee.
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As appropriate timing like this requires, a little 'ding' went off from the oven, pre-heating no longer required. Shooting up like a bullet, Sam made his way over to the stove, desperate to find something to throw in there and distract himself.
Sorry Ben, but the thoughts of an anti-cat Chincilla have all been thrown out the window.
"You hear that?"
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Taking advantage of the man's flustered demeanor, the boy rummaged in the freezer and pulled out a frozen poundcake. He divested it of it's packaging and offered it helpfully to Sam to put in the oven. "Don't worry, you didn't sound like half as much an idiot. You just kind of...growled a lot. Is that 'cause she was giving you fell-a-tio? It's gotta go in for twenty minutes, Sam. Can we have eggs, too?"
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He tried to keep his cool, 'try' being the optimal word, turning slowly from the fridge to regard the kid. He knew that it was not a word he had taught them, nor something that would have come from their lessons. He should have figured however, that living in Sin City would give the younger two a learning experience he had never had the chance at.
"Ben... where did you learn that word? Was it in a book?"
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"Yup. It`s sort of a weird word, but I guess everything sounds dumb when you say it all sciencey. Blowjob`s pretty awful, too, and inaccurate," Ben chirped. Sam didn`t seem to be taking the hint with the cake, too caught up in their conversation, so Ben nudged him out of the way and fished out a baking pan, plopping the yellow pastry on and shoving the whole thing into the oven. "That I learned from Valerie-Ann."
There were remarkable educational benefits to having an older brother associated with the Hellfire Club, one of them being friendships with some very ( ... )
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Sam was desperate, trying to remember back when he was Ben's age, what he knew of sex. He had an idea, considering he grew up on a farm, having to learn again, and again, and again that his mother was pregnant. But the schematics? The details?
He made a mental note to talk to Valerie-Ann, to remind her that while both Jay and Ben had witnessed rather horrid things, they were still kids. And kids that Sam was trying to raise in as normal of a childhood as he was possible. Giving them lessons in the fairer sex, was not included in that list.
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One thing that the boy had learned from his Kentucky-born guardian was that actions spoke louder than words.
Ben smiled sweetly and stuck his finger in his mouth, crooking the tip and drawing it along his cheek so that it pulled out with a lewd, hollow pop.
"Yup," Ben said. And alright, maybe he was being a little crass but Sam deserved it for keeping him awake, goddamnit. "And it's disgusting."
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He finally, somehow, found his way back to the kitchen table, nursing the half-mug of coffee as if it was the only container of his salvation. Please stay asleep Jay, please. "What all do you know about... sex." the last word was supposed to be a question, but somehow it didn't exactly come out that way.
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He offered a wicked little smirk and hitched a shoulder up in a shrug. "Easier to ask what the fuck don't I know about sex," Ben said, heaping a spoonful of sugar granules into his mug. He was enjoying this. Waving his spoon about in the air, he added, "I know the whats and hows but what I don't get," Ben stabbed the bowl of the utensil in Sam's direction, "is why."
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"Why people have sex?" He finally asked, hoping praying for clarification. Did he want the biological? The metaphysical? The emotional? Ben was a eleven year old boy, shit knows what he was seeking.
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