Title: Fifty Each
Alternate Story Title: Phones Calls Are Too Impersonal
Chapter Title: The Rain
Alternate Chapter Title: Well, Crap. It's Raining.
Summary: "It wasn't fifty messages!" "It was fifty each." Ben keeps leaving Kevin messages, but he can't seem to ever get up the nerve to tell Kevin what he's calling about.
Pairings(s): Kenji/Bevin
Rating: T. May change later.
Warning(s): GAYNESS/MALExMALE relationships; Might get a little (read: very) raunchy later on.

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Kevin spewed a few choice expletives and spun the car around, speeding after Ben. They had been parked far enough from the teen's house that Ben could easily catch a cold, if not something worse, before reaching home. If anyone had asked him why he was so worried, he would have said that it was because Gwen would be pissed at him if he "let" Ben get sick.

But deep down, he wasn't so sure of that.

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Ben shivered as he walked, slower and slower, towards his house. He cursed his own stupidity. If he had stayed in the Camaro with Kevin, he probably could have staved off any questions the older teen might have had, AND he would still be nice and warm and SAFE. And with Kevin, which always made everything better. He grinned at the thought and warmed slightly. But not enough to keep away the sickness he was sure he was catching.

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Kevin swore when he found Ben a few minutes later. The boy was shivering and looked like he couldn't decide whether to wrap his arms around himself or shove them as far into his pockets as they would go. In the end, he choose the pockets, which allowed Kevin a better look at the brunette... who looked remarkably like a cross between a wet cat and an extraordinarily fluffy Shi Tzu (1). Kevin pulled over and popped open the passenger door.

"Hop in, Tennyson. It's too cold for you to walk."

Ben jumped, startled, and blushed down at Kevin. He attempted a smile and slid into the seat.
Kevin decided to skip all of the awkwardness and drove Ben directly home. After seeing the typical "Oh my poor baby how did you get this way" greeting from Mrs. Tennyson, he shot a quick grin at Ben and left.

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Ben shivered and wrapped the blankets even more tightly around his slim figure. His mother anxiously pressed her hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

"That's it!" she declared. "You, young man, are staying home from school tomorrow, and that is final. Was this that ruffian Kevin's fault? If so, I fully expect him to stay home and care for you."

Ben considered pointing out that he had gotten out of the car of his own free will, and that Kevin also had school the next day, but decided against it.

Besides, he reasoned, this could be the perfect chance for me to tell him...