New member plus fanfic
Ohboy, I'm nervous.
Hi. As you can probably guess, I like Riley/Ben slash. And here is my contribution to this wonderful community:
Name: Really Bad Horror Movies
Fandom: National Treasure (duh)
Rating: G//PG
Genre: romance, comedy
Pairing: Ben/Riley (duh)
Summary: (After 1rst movie, probably AU since the next movie is so close to coming out) (Ben and Abigail are friends but no longer 'together') Ben and Riley decide to see a movie. Fluff ensues.
Author's note: I feel kinda embarrassed posting this, since this is the first Fanfic I've written in like, forever. I'll try and write better, more serious, angsty stuff later. But I'm to happy right now :) I swear I'll do better later.
It was a normal day for the currently-on-hiatus treasure (objects of historical importance) hunter Ben, who was currently going through some of the scrolls he had found on his adventure about a few months ago.
It was a little disappointing when, on closer inspection, the scrolls had been revealed NOT to have been from the Alexandria library of Egypt after all. Still, it was fairly exciting when, in fact, they turned out to be from Timbuktu, from around the turn of the 13th century. Currently, while Ben was waiting for Saeed, a world-renowned translator from Mali, to show up with his team to attempt to translate the scrolls, he was trying to figure out how the scrolls had gotten into the hands of the Freemasons.
Most of the other objects found had been dated to at least thousand of years ago, predominantly from the Middle East; it was anyone’s guess how the Masons had acquired them. For the past five days that had been Ben’s focus, but he was having no luck. Sighing, he carefully put a scroll away in a vault which kept the temperature level and took off his rubber gloves. His gaze fell on the clock above the door. 1:30. He had been working through the entire night. At that moment, Ben made the ground-breaking decision to spend the rest of the day history-free, preferably outside in the sun, as he had not left the lab or his house in the past week.
He thought of finding Abigail and go off to lunch with her, until he remembered she actually had a job. Most people had jobs at, he checked his watch, 1:42 in the afternoon. Most normal people, that is. Ben started to make his way to Riley’s.
Riley had pretty nice apartment. It was on the 1st floor and had a good-sized garden in the back, which he of course was renting using his treasure money. The young man knew he’d eventually have to get a job when all the ‘biggest historical find since king Tut’s tomb’ stuff blew over (and he used up all his money, which considering his latest purchases, would be very soon), but still, might as well enjoy it while it lasted was his personal theology. And by ‘enjoying it’ he basically meant ‘sleeping till 2:00 in the afternoon’. Riley was doing better this day, however. He was already contemplating getting out of bed by 1:30, and had actually stepped out of his bed, got a random t-shirt off the floor, threw it over his head, made it the whole way to the kitchen, and had successfully made cereal (pour cereal, THEN milk). It was going to be a good day, Riley could feel it.
Still, the lovable science geek was groggy and jumped about a mile high when he heard a knock at his door. Startled, he ran over to the door and opened it up quickly, not checking to make sure it wasn’t a terrorist or serial killer or something of the sort. But luckily for him, it was just Ben, who, as we know, was on a mission to have a completely relaxing day.
Riley, after getting over the shock of seeing Ben not working and in the land of the living, was very happy to help.
“Okay, Ben, we are going to have a great day, I guarantee it. All fun. No work,” He yelled from his bedroom as he changed into something less dirty, “I promise!”
“That sounds great, Riley.” Muttered Ben as he wondered if he would live to regret this. The things he did so he himself would turn into a history-crazed vegetable.
Ten minutes later, the two were racing through the city in Riley’s Ferrari.
“Okay, so I figure we can catch the 2:15 showing of ‘Mutants from Mars’, okay Ben?”
“Uhuh,” Ben said, gripping onto his seat.
“When did you get you drivers license, exactly?”
“Oh, I never bothered.”
“...Okay then...”
In exactly twenty five minutes and 43 seconds, they had front row seats, which weren’t very hard to get, considering they were the only ones who showed up at the old, indie gore movie house. Ben silently cursed Riley and his geeky habits as he stared at the polyester seats, guessing the last date they were cleaned. Probably somewhere at the end of the 1980s.
“Remember, you asked for this, Benny.” Grinned Riley in the darkness, leaning back in his seat, head upturned. He looked well acquainted with his surroundings. This surprised the older man a bit.
“Of course,” thought Ben,
“He does have a life outside of working with me.”
This sent Ben wondering. Where does Riley go in his spare time? Who are his friends? Does he have a girlfriend, even? Ben was about to ask these questions when Riley clamped a hand over his mouth, causing him to redden slightly.
“Sh, it’s about to start!”
And so the movie did. It was like any other Tarantino-wannabe horror movie Ben had ever seen, which was two, but his companion seemed enthralled.
“No, don’t go in there!”, “He’s evil!” “Why?! Why!” Ben could sometimes hear being muttered next to him. At one point Riley was even crying after a character got killed off.
“Um, there, there Riley...” Mumbled Ben as he patted Riley’s shoulders. Shivering, the younger man grabbed Ben and hugged him, still crying.
“It was only a fictional zombie, you know.”
“I *SOB* know!”
Riley’s sanity could be debated.
Ben shook his head, but made no more effort to shake Riley off. It was sorta nice, in a very strange way that he did not feel like digging deeper in at the moment. After a minute, Riley drew himself together and let go of Ben, blushing a little.
“You mention this, you die.”
“As long as you don’t hug me again.”
Ben could’ve sworn he saw a look of disappointment for a split second in Riley’s eyes.
“You got it, man.”
The next hour went by normally, with Riley muttering to himself about the movie, and Ben sitting, being bored, except for one thing. Ben wasn’t as bored as he would’ve usually been; he was almost enjoying himself. It wasn’t the movie, that was for sure, or the food (there was none).
“Maybe it’s Riley.” A thought as independent as the Sundance movie festival popped in his head.
“No it isn’t-I mean, I like him, but he can’t... I don’t know.” Ben thought, glad that no one could hear his inner conflict.
He glanced over at Riley, at his mousy brown hair, science geek physique, five o’ clack shadow... Something deep inside him stirred. Without thinking, he asked
“Are you going out with anyone Riley?”
Riley, who slowly drew his face away from the movie, looked a little surprised, but shook his head no.
“Not unless she’s invisible.”
Ben nodded, content, and turned to the screen, trying to get engrossed with the movie. A few seconds went by, but he could still feel Riley’s eyes on him. Slowly, Ben once again looked over.
“What?”
“Why do you care?”
“I was just wondering...”
“Right...”
And again, silence.
The movie was finally over. Riley immediately got up and stretched. Ben had dozed off near the end and was less responsive.
“Great movie, huh Ben?”
“Yeah.. Sure.” Mumbled Ben, still groggy.
“Seriously, why do you care about who I go out with?
“I don’t know. I just do.” Ben yawned.
“Anything else?”
“No. Anymore questions?”
“Yeah, stay still.”
And he swooped down kissed Ben on the cheek.
“That’s not a question.” Ben gaped.
“To bad.” He bent over Ben and kissed him again, this time on the lips. The kiss lasted for a much longer time.
Hi. As you can probably guess, I like Riley/Ben slash. And here is my contribution to this wonderful community:
Name: Really Bad Horror Movies
Fandom: National Treasure (duh)
Rating: G//PG
Genre: romance, comedy
Pairing: Ben/Riley (duh)
Summary: (After 1rst movie, probably AU since the next movie is so close to coming out) (Ben and Abigail are friends but no longer 'together') Ben and Riley decide to see a movie. Fluff ensues.
Author's note: I feel kinda embarrassed posting this, since this is the first Fanfic I've written in like, forever. I'll try and write better, more serious, angsty stuff later. But I'm to happy right now :) I swear I'll do better later.
It was a normal day for the currently-on-hiatus treasure (objects of historical importance) hunter Ben, who was currently going through some of the scrolls he had found on his adventure about a few months ago.
It was a little disappointing when, on closer inspection, the scrolls had been revealed NOT to have been from the Alexandria library of Egypt after all. Still, it was fairly exciting when, in fact, they turned out to be from Timbuktu, from around the turn of the 13th century. Currently, while Ben was waiting for Saeed, a world-renowned translator from Mali, to show up with his team to attempt to translate the scrolls, he was trying to figure out how the scrolls had gotten into the hands of the Freemasons.
Most of the other objects found had been dated to at least thousand of years ago, predominantly from the Middle East; it was anyone’s guess how the Masons had acquired them. For the past five days that had been Ben’s focus, but he was having no luck. Sighing, he carefully put a scroll away in a vault which kept the temperature level and took off his rubber gloves. His gaze fell on the clock above the door. 1:30. He had been working through the entire night. At that moment, Ben made the ground-breaking decision to spend the rest of the day history-free, preferably outside in the sun, as he had not left the lab or his house in the past week.
He thought of finding Abigail and go off to lunch with her, until he remembered she actually had a job. Most people had jobs at, he checked his watch, 1:42 in the afternoon. Most normal people, that is. Ben started to make his way to Riley’s.
Riley had pretty nice apartment. It was on the 1st floor and had a good-sized garden in the back, which he of course was renting using his treasure money. The young man knew he’d eventually have to get a job when all the ‘biggest historical find since king Tut’s tomb’ stuff blew over (and he used up all his money, which considering his latest purchases, would be very soon), but still, might as well enjoy it while it lasted was his personal theology. And by ‘enjoying it’ he basically meant ‘sleeping till 2:00 in the afternoon’. Riley was doing better this day, however. He was already contemplating getting out of bed by 1:30, and had actually stepped out of his bed, got a random t-shirt off the floor, threw it over his head, made it the whole way to the kitchen, and had successfully made cereal (pour cereal, THEN milk). It was going to be a good day, Riley could feel it.
Still, the lovable science geek was groggy and jumped about a mile high when he heard a knock at his door. Startled, he ran over to the door and opened it up quickly, not checking to make sure it wasn’t a terrorist or serial killer or something of the sort. But luckily for him, it was just Ben, who, as we know, was on a mission to have a completely relaxing day.
Riley, after getting over the shock of seeing Ben not working and in the land of the living, was very happy to help.
“Okay, Ben, we are going to have a great day, I guarantee it. All fun. No work,” He yelled from his bedroom as he changed into something less dirty, “I promise!”
“That sounds great, Riley.” Muttered Ben as he wondered if he would live to regret this. The things he did so he himself would turn into a history-crazed vegetable.
Ten minutes later, the two were racing through the city in Riley’s Ferrari.
“Okay, so I figure we can catch the 2:15 showing of ‘Mutants from Mars’, okay Ben?”
“Uhuh,” Ben said, gripping onto his seat.
“When did you get you drivers license, exactly?”
“Oh, I never bothered.”
“...Okay then...”
In exactly twenty five minutes and 43 seconds, they had front row seats, which weren’t very hard to get, considering they were the only ones who showed up at the old, indie gore movie house. Ben silently cursed Riley and his geeky habits as he stared at the polyester seats, guessing the last date they were cleaned. Probably somewhere at the end of the 1980s.
“Remember, you asked for this, Benny.” Grinned Riley in the darkness, leaning back in his seat, head upturned. He looked well acquainted with his surroundings. This surprised the older man a bit.
“Of course,” thought Ben,
“He does have a life outside of working with me.”
This sent Ben wondering. Where does Riley go in his spare time? Who are his friends? Does he have a girlfriend, even? Ben was about to ask these questions when Riley clamped a hand over his mouth, causing him to redden slightly.
“Sh, it’s about to start!”
And so the movie did. It was like any other Tarantino-wannabe horror movie Ben had ever seen, which was two, but his companion seemed enthralled.
“No, don’t go in there!”, “He’s evil!” “Why?! Why!” Ben could sometimes hear being muttered next to him. At one point Riley was even crying after a character got killed off.
“Um, there, there Riley...” Mumbled Ben as he patted Riley’s shoulders. Shivering, the younger man grabbed Ben and hugged him, still crying.
“It was only a fictional zombie, you know.”
“I *SOB* know!”
Riley’s sanity could be debated.
Ben shook his head, but made no more effort to shake Riley off. It was sorta nice, in a very strange way that he did not feel like digging deeper in at the moment. After a minute, Riley drew himself together and let go of Ben, blushing a little.
“You mention this, you die.”
“As long as you don’t hug me again.”
Ben could’ve sworn he saw a look of disappointment for a split second in Riley’s eyes.
“You got it, man.”
The next hour went by normally, with Riley muttering to himself about the movie, and Ben sitting, being bored, except for one thing. Ben wasn’t as bored as he would’ve usually been; he was almost enjoying himself. It wasn’t the movie, that was for sure, or the food (there was none).
“Maybe it’s Riley.” A thought as independent as the Sundance movie festival popped in his head.
“No it isn’t-I mean, I like him, but he can’t... I don’t know.” Ben thought, glad that no one could hear his inner conflict.
He glanced over at Riley, at his mousy brown hair, science geek physique, five o’ clack shadow... Something deep inside him stirred. Without thinking, he asked
“Are you going out with anyone Riley?”
Riley, who slowly drew his face away from the movie, looked a little surprised, but shook his head no.
“Not unless she’s invisible.”
Ben nodded, content, and turned to the screen, trying to get engrossed with the movie. A few seconds went by, but he could still feel Riley’s eyes on him. Slowly, Ben once again looked over.
“What?”
“Why do you care?”
“I was just wondering...”
“Right...”
And again, silence.
The movie was finally over. Riley immediately got up and stretched. Ben had dozed off near the end and was less responsive.
“Great movie, huh Ben?”
“Yeah.. Sure.” Mumbled Ben, still groggy.
“Seriously, why do you care about who I go out with?
“I don’t know. I just do.” Ben yawned.
“Anything else?”
“No. Anymore questions?”
“Yeah, stay still.”
And he swooped down kissed Ben on the cheek.
“That’s not a question.” Ben gaped.
“To bad.” He bent over Ben and kissed him again, this time on the lips. The kiss lasted for a much longer time.