NOTES: Sorry for the delay on this one. I went to visit my folks at home and was away from the computer I've been typing these on. Hope this makes up for it! Also, this drabble series is almost over (oh noes!) only one more to go! Thanks for everyone who reviewed and for all of your support.
7. Now that we are older
I remember you
Reaching out to show me all the things that I must do
"How did I go so long without this?" Kevin thought to himself, a sweaty and sated Ben draped across his chest.
The snowstorm that night at the cabin seemed so far away. In truth it had only been a few years ago, but even now, Kevin could feel the effects of his old age, a combination of fighting and unresolved sexual tension, sneaking up on him (he was sure that he could last at least another hour, were it only two or three years ago).
"The cabin…" Kevin muttered aloud.
Ben was snoring slightly now.
After a sufficiently awkward two hour drive, Ben and Kevin had agreed never to mention the events that had occurred the night before…well, truthfully only Ben had agreed, Kevin had sort of.. nodded……..sort of.
At the time, Ben seemed disgusted with the older boy, never daring to look him in the eyes and avoiding any unnecessary contact for at least a year. After that, things seemed to fall back into place, Kevin with Gwen, Ben with the newly returned Julie and all of them together fighting crime.
Then, one night; last night, six years later, Ben had come banging on Kevin's door, all but bawling and clinging to Kevin as if he was the only thing that mattered.
Julie had left him.
The shock of Julie's departure so soon after Gwen's untimely death was just too much for Ben and he had finally given way to his feelings. What followed was, after the cabin incident, the best moment in Kevin's entire life.
It was Ben's suggestion, of course.
"I want you. I need you Kevin!"
"Ben-" Kevin wasn't surprised.
"I knew then, that night at the cabin…I just couldn't. Not with Julie still around. Not with everything the way it was." He sobbed.
"But-" Kevin protested, still a little wary of the situation.
In the end, Kevin had given way. He was glad that he did, too; it had been the best sex in all 30 years of his young life.