Geez this one took a while too, but I wrote like half of it during Spanish class so it isn't my fault. (The guy who sits next to me kept waking up!) I'mma tell y'all, this was painful to write. Painful in a good way. Well you folks know, or should know by now, to get ready for the slash. Oh, I let my "wife" read the like, first half of this I wrote down and she didn't like the Ben/Abigail part. So take this as a warning.
Disclaimer: I was suffering in school while writing dirty fanfics, why of course I own National Treasure. /sarcasm
"Riley!" The two at the door scream out.
"Where have you been?"
"...What are you doing?!"
Riley & Gaspard looked up to see Ben & Abigail with shocked looks on their faces. For a while time stood still, and not in a good way. This was "someone just farted really loud in the middle of the mayor's speech" kind of quiet.
Abigail broke the award silence, "You two better get inside. ...Before you catch a cold."
It was then that Riley noticed he was clutching onto Gaspard. He slowly drew away from him and dragged his dripping body into the house, with Gaspard close behind. To keep from soaking the carpet, they quickly went into the bathroom.
"Was he...were they just making out on the steps?" Ben questioned.
" I didn't know Riley was...interested in anyone."
"You know as long as they don't fuck in our bedroom, I don't care."
"Says the man who thought it would be a good idea to 'christen' Riley's bed"
Ben's mouth drew into a sly smile as he made his way to Abigail. "You didn't find it so bad at the time." As he gets closer, he starts to snake his arms around her.
...Meanwhile in the bathroom...
Riley & Gaspard stood in the bathtub, trying to squeeze all the water from their clothes.
" Is it safe to guess that that was Ben?"
Riley nods, he was refusing to talk since...the incident.
"And the lady? His girlfriend...wife?"
Riley nods again.
"Ah..damn. I've caught my sister in the act a couple times. I think getting caught is worse though."
Riley nods a third time.
"Is nodding the only thing you can do now?"
Riley shrugs.
"Oh a shrug! ...Don't tell me you're mute, I already miss your voice."
Riley looks at Gaspard, then goes back to squeezing his shirt. Gaspard sighs and the awkward silence sets in again. Riley thinks he's gone and starts to cry, nothing hysterical just tears. He doesn't know why and he doesn't try to stop it. Eventually he sinks down to the bottom of the tub. Riley puts his face in his hands and suddenly he feels someones arms around him, Gaspard.
He leans into the Riley's ear and whispers, "You're on my foot."
Riley smiles a little and mumbles a weak apology.
"Oh, what was that? Did you talk? It's a miracle!"
Riley's smile grows and he mumbles again, this time a little bit louder, "Oh shut up."
"Again! More words from your precious lips. The lips I wish to kiss once again."
"Are you a poet now?"
"Will you kiss me if I say yes?"
"Hmm, maybe."
"I'm taking that as a yes." Gaspard replies as his face gets closer to Riley's. His hands were slowly caressing Riley's face as Riley grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer. But Gaspard refused to give in and make the final connection. Their lips were inches apart though it seemed everything Riley drew in Gaspard would draw back.
Finally a deep roar came out of Riley, "Stop. Teasing. Me."
"But it's so fun."
Riley chuckled along with Gaspard but stopped suddenly with a strange look in his eye. Next thing you know, he is on top of Gaspard who is laying on the bottom of the bathtub. He began to swivel and wiggle his hips, taunting the man beneath him until he groaned.
"Not so fun now is it?"
"It would be better if you were out of those wet clothes."
Riley blushed, "You first."
Gaspard shrugged, unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it towards the door. His hands then made their way to the edge of Riley's shirt. It was then chucked to the door, but instead of landing on the floor it hit a face. Ben's face. Luckily for them he hadn't seen anything.
"Oh, I guess you two are still getting dry."
Riley scrambled off of Gaspard, "Uh, yeah. We're about to go change."
"Right..." Ben slowly takes the shirt off his face. "Nice to see the rest of your clothes are on and not being tossed at me. Anyway, there's a storm a'coming and-"
"Wait. There is a storm a'coming?"
" Yes! Anyway Abigail is too paranoid to drive home. Do you mind if we stay the night?"
Riley looks at Gaspard then back at Ben. "Sure but you know he is staying in the guest room."
"Don't worry about me," Gaspard says before Ben can reply. "I can sleep on the couch or something, I don't mind."
"Ok, I'll just go help Abigail with dinner. You two change into some warm undies and be out here soon alright?"
Riley shoves Ben down the hallway, "Yeah yeah, just go."
When he turns around he sees Gaspard has already gone to change. Riley sighs and makes his way to his bedroom.
-x-
Dinner wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. No disturbing questions, or corny past stories. He figured they were saving those for later. After dinner, Riley and Gaspard obviously got no alone time and they both went to bed unsatisfied. In more ways than one. (Dinner was an eggplant and squash quiche.) So Riley, once again, couldn't fall asleep and spent a few hours staring at the ceiling. He was counting the dots on the ceiling. At number 342, there was a knock at his door. At first he thought it was just a bump in the night, until it happened again.
He slowly sat up, "Co – come in."
The door opened slightly, making a harsh sqweeking noise. The shadow at the door stopped for a moment, then quickly opened the door, came in and shut it. The shadow started moving and then it seemed to disappear.
"Gaspard? Are you there?"
The other side of the bed dipped in a bit, and a hand was rested on Riley's shoulder. "I'm right here. Can I sleep...I mean stay with you tonight? I won't wet the bed, or snore or hog the covers."
Riley chuckled, "You sound like a little kid begging to keep a pet. Yes you can stay."
"Yay! ...I mean, lets get to sleep."
Gaspard snuggled down into the blankets while Riley scooted closer to him. With one arm around the other, the two kissed goodnight and fell asleep.
Woh, I'm tired. That was like a one and a half chapter combo. This will probably need to be edited again too. But later. Much later. I used up all my writing creativity, and then some, to write this chapter so I have no witty good bye message. Until the next smut and angst filled chapter. Chocolate Bear out!
