Kevin and Ben sat in front of the laptop, leaning forward with their jaws dropped.
The two had recently discovered that the internet was an interdimensional rift between two worlds. And in the other world...
"People think we're dating?" Ben spluttered.
"That's disgusting, Tennyson," Kevin muttered, but nonetheless couldn't look away from the screen.
'Kevin's tongue circled Ben's skin, tasting him. Man, he had wanted to do this for so long. He swore it had been so difficult not to grab Ben and kiss him that night that he had asked Gwen to the dance; Ben had fucking fixed his tie for him. Fixed his tie for him. And the face he had made was so cute; screwed up in concentration, with his tongue poking ever-so-slightly over his lower lip.'
"'But... Nonetheless, Kevin couldn't just take Ben against his will. He pulled back, licking his lips. "You okay with this?" He murmured huskily...'" Ben read aloud, his cheeks flushing more and more by the second. "What? Take me?"
"Haven't you ever had a sex ed class?" Kevin snickered, only to be shoved by his friend.
"I know what it means!" Ben rolled his eyes.
"'"Really, Kevin? You ask that after getting me... Like this?" Ben blushingly gestured to the tent in his pants, raising his eyebrows.'" Kevin read, mockingly using a squeaky voice when fanfiction-Ben was talking.
"Tent in my pants?!" Ben hissed.
Kevin crossed his arms over his chest. "What, you don't think you could get it up with me kissing you?" He asked, offended.
"Of course not! I bet you're a lousy kisser."
Kevin grabbed Ben by the front of his shirt and raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" He asked, before slamming his lips into Ben's.
Let's just say that the computer was completely forgotten.