DISCLAIMER: see chapter one. Ghost Busters, ain't my stuff, just needed something catchy.
"TABLE FOR TWO"
Chapter 9; Interrupted. Nag. Wonders. Infected.
INTERRUPTED
Ben laid on his back in bed while looking up and smirking to Kevin slowly placing himself over the brunet. The feeling was perfect, the mood was right and the time couldn't be better. The moment the raven haired teen brought his face within inches of the brunets face, a cellphone on the desk rang; both boys glared to the mobile communication device then back to the other. On their second attempt, the same cellphone rang again but didn't silence after a few beeps. Ben watched as a bare skinned Kevin stood, made his way to the desk, turned off the phone and returned to his position over the bare brunet.
"Where were we?" Kevin whispered running his hands over Ben's chest while dancing his lips over the youngers neck; Ben drew deep passionate breaths at every touch from the older. Before things could go any further, another cellphone rang in it's irritating beeping; Ben reached over far enough to pick up the phone and hold it to his ear.
"Whatever it is can wait!" he demanded not caring if the universe was coming to and end "Julie got run over by a reindeer? 'Bout damn time, yeah, sure Ship can live with us..." with that said, Ben ended the call and turned off the cellphone. "It's always something!"
Ben was putty in Kevin's capable hands; deep raspy gasps were yet again interrupted by a lone voice echoing from a Plumbers badge "Kevin Levin; the town is in trouble and we need your help..."
"Call Gwen Tennyson, call that Dork-star or whatever he calls himself, call the Ghost Busters, call someone else, call for pizza delivery, call a taxi, call now for your risk free sixty day trial...I don't care whom it is you contact but leave me the hell alone for a while!" Kevin barked furiously before lunging over to turn off the badge. His glare fell upon Ben smirking slightly "What don't these yahoos understand about private time!?!"
Before they could presume their previous actions, a knocking at the front door drew their attention; Kevin growled standing up, wrapped a thick towel around his mid section and lumbered out of the room. Opening the front door, his eyes fell upon an old man half his size with barely any hair and thick bottle-bottom glasses. "Mister Anderson, now's not a really good time..."
"Is everything okay in there? I heard shouting so I thought I'd come over and check."
"Yeah, my computer gave out, nothing to worry about." Kevin sighed dropping not so subtle hints that he desperately wished to continue his fun with Ben.
"You know, there's something different about you..."
"I got a haircut, now if you don't mind..." Kevin tried closing the door slightly to be outright blunt about his wishes for the old man to leave.
"I know what's different. You're a nudist..." Kevin's eyes grew massive hearing what the old man just uttered. "Don't worry, I don't have problems with people whom are comfortable in their own bodies, especially in their own home behind closed doors..." Before the old man could say anything else, Kevin smirked.
"Good for you. GOOD NIGHT!" Kevin's not so polite comment was promptly followed by a slam of the door. The brute chuckled removing the towel while making his way back down the hall and into the bedroom. A light smirk crept across his face as he saw Ben still laying in bed but curled on his side. "Benji..." he chuckled swinging side to side in the doorway. Ben remained still as Kevin slipped under the comforter doing every single thing to excite the younger yet much to his surprise, Ben snored gently.
THE NAG
"What is this!" Ben demanded holding a smoothie cup directly in front of Kevin's face.
"A smoothie..." Kevin sighed rolling his eyes; deep down, he knew that today was going to be one of those days.
"A smoothie that's the wrong flavor!" Ben corrected the elder whom was quickly loosing his patience.
"Well then drink mine and I'll drink yours. You don't have to be such a fuss-bomb about it."
"You know I don't like cherry flavored crap! Besides, you've gotten your germs all over it by now." Kevin could tell Ben was on the verge of full pissy mode as his eyes threw invisible daggers into the raven haired teens eyes.
Kevin nearly grunted gripping the wheel as his eyebrows lowered, on the right side of the vehicle, Ben kept his arms crossed. Kevin thought that on their way home, the brunet would cool off but the more they traveled, the more annoying Ben became. It started as a comment about the use of a turn signal and continued well into their travel. "Damn it Kevin, slow down, this isn't a racetrack. Why are you constantly changing between lanes, just chose one and stick with it. Watch out for that truck!" Ben shut his eyes and glared away. "I swear to god you're going to get us killed...and when you do...I'll haunt you for the rest of eternity...maybe even longer!" Ben's unending lecturing fell on deaf ears as Kevin tuned him out as best as possible.
"What, again with the lane changes? Use your freaking signals once in a while! What the hell! You didn't even see that poor cyclist did you!" Kevin tightened his grip on the wheel until it was almost bending between his fingers.
Even as Kevin pulled into the garage and turned off the motor, Ben's irritating nagging grew worse and worse. Stepping out of the car and reaching for a rag sitting on a workbench, Kevin once again sighed having to listen to Ben. "I suppose now you're going to focus on your car more than me? I don't understand you Levin, I thought you only had eyes for me, what does your car have that your own boyfriend doesn't? Sure it doesn't get mood swings like I do, but it also doesn't love you like I do...but I'm just about out of love for you any more! And why is it so difficult for you to talk to my mother when she calls? It may not be as enjoyable as your precious car but she's a nice woman and she wants to know how you're doing in life, so talk to her next time. Are you even listening to me!?!"
Kevin finally stared Ben eye to eye and smirked slightly. "Yes, I'm listening." Where did I put that lithium dart? The elder thought showing a defined smile.
"Good. Because when you're done screwing your car you can take out the trash, clean the dishes, scrub the bathroom, vacuum the entire house...just don't get the curtains caught like you did the last time..." Before Ben could say anything else, Kevin grabbed him and drew him close enough for their lips to lock, toxic green eyes widened before narrowing; the brunet pulled away and wiped his lips with his arm. "Damn it Kevin, is making out your solution for EVERYTHING!?!" Ben shouted before thundering into the house slamming the door behind him.
Kevin grinned wildly while chuckling "Apparently so."
ONE NIGHT WONDER
Eleven year old Kevin Levin laced his fingers together between his knees while keeping his head hung low; he already missed the hyperactive brunet with neon green eyes, a pair of eyes that he could only focus on the previous night when they had their first fling, green eyes that were confident yet immature and silently vulnerable. The raven black haired boy sighed knowing he would never see those eyes again. The other boy was smaller, more fragile than he; the brunet was hesitant at first but with a little conductive coaxing from Kevin, loosened up and enjoyed everything. Little did he know, that, when he awoke this very morning, he would have to awaken alone. The brunet long gone with a simple hastily scribbled note left in his place. Kevin's hands slowly lifted to the lock dangling from a chain around his neck and shoulders, and smiled slightly remembering just how fun it was to have brunet softly and playfully tugging at the lock and chain.
Ten year old Ben Tennyson stared blankly through the window of the Rustbucket with his cousin Gwen Tennyson sitting across from him. The only thing he could clearly focus on were those rich dark brown eyes that were full of strength, knowledge and subtle yet obvious sadness. Those eyes that signaled Kevin knew what was doing when he glared down to him gripping nearly every inch of exposed skin. The eyes that Ben lost track of when the intensity overwhelmed him forcing him to shut his eyes and snap his head back nearly hitting the ground hard. Ben slowly brought his hand the side of his face in a desperate attempt to replicate the feeling of the raven black haired boys hand dancing over and smoothly caressing his silken skin. The more the thought about it, the more he wished he would have left early that morning with one more goodbye kiss to Kevin's lips as he slept, just to taste the boy one last time before they had to go their separate ways.
INFECTED WITH LOVE
Kevin placed his hands on a Plexiglas wall with a tint of sadness in his eyes. In a room used for isolating contagious patients, Ben lay in a hospital bed with wires and tubes running to dozens of different machines. The smaller brunet gave the larger raven haired teen a desperate and longing glare, at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel Kevin's hair slipping through his fingers as Kevin playfully nipped at Ben's neck and collarbone.
Ben watched as Kevin entered through the clean room then into the holding room where Ben remained in bed; Kevin grinned as Ben sat up taken by surprise of the actions. "What are you doing!?! I-I can't be around..." Ben trailed off as Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, leaned in close and brought their lips together; Ben's eyes widened before closing, a faint groan slipped from his throat as Kevin gently bit on Ben's lip in a playful manner. Ben suddenly yelped then pulled away feeling Kevin's teeth digging into his lip, the younger gave the elder a confused and pissed glare at the very thought of being bitten in such a way.
Kevin licked a faint trail of blood – of Ben's blood – from his lip and grinned deviously. "Nothing can keep us apart now, because both of use are infected." Slowly and softly, Kevin pulled Ben into his lap holding him closer than they'd ever before been, the elder nuzzled his chin atop brunet hair closing his eyes silently taking in every sensation of the boy in his arms.
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A/N. In NAG, I was aiming for Ben to act way out of character...shows what happens when I don't redose on pain-killers. "AGH!"
