Mordecai loved his friend Rigby to death. Don't get him wrong, but he was starting to get annoying. Not because he was annoying him, but because he was constantly hanging around Benson.
Rigby would be opening doors for him.
"Here let me get that!"
Stirring his coffee.
"Here let me get that!"
Pulling out chairs for him.
"Here let me get that!"
Retrieving pencils for him.
"Here let me get that!"
Mordecai holds his head trying to block out the noise of Rigby's voice. It was teeth grindingly annoying and he wishes Rigby would just go back to lazing around doing nothing. "Here let me get that." Mordecai jumps, eyes blood shot as he's staring back at Benson who is holding his hand out. Mordecai blinks a few times before realizing that it was Benson who said that and he wanted the clipboard in his hands. "Oh, haha… Sorry," Mordecai laughed sheepishly, resigning the object of desire.
Benson's face twists into a frown, "Is everything okay with you? You're a little—"
Mordecai's eyes heatedly strike in the direction Rigby is as he's slowly walking over.
"—on edge," Benson sighs as he finishes. He turns in the direction Mordecai is staring and sees Rigby prancing over with a gleeful look.
As Rigby walks over, Mordecai turns away and folds his arms across his chest in an attempt to ignore his friend.
Benson gets the hint. Mordecai has a problem with Rigby and he wants to know why. Benson flips through his files and hands Rigby a piece of paper, "Here, this is the bill for the heating and electric. Make sure it gets to my office."
"No problem!" Rigby grabs the paper and does his best James Bond impression as he sprints to the house.
"What's with the face?" Benson asks, placing his hands on his hips.
"What face?" Mordecai acts like there's nothing wrong. Needless to say, his college major wasn't acting.
Benson sighs and places his hand to Mordecai's cheek, guiding their eyes to meet. Mordecai can't ignore the gesture because, well, it's Benson. He loves the motion and can't ignore it. When his boss gives him a look, Mordecai gives in. "Alright, okay," Mordecai starts like he can't control the tone of his voice, "Dude, Rigby is just so annoying. He's helping you with everything! Like, it's unnatural!"
Benson shakes his head and cracks a smile, "Seriously? That's why you're mad?" He has to laugh because it sounds like the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Let me get this straight: you're mad because Rigby is doing his job?"
"More so than usual," Mordecai quickly sneaks in because when put that way it sounds pretty lame.
Benson's silent as his weight shifts to one leg. He rolls his eyes and finally states, "I might have offered to buy him that new videogame he wants. I told him if he worked hard enough, he could have it."
"Why?" Mordecai raises an eyebrow.
Benson shrugs, "If Mr. Maellard comes along it'll make Rigby look good."
"You did it because you're nice," Mordecai grins like he's all knowing.
"No, I did it because it motivates him. If money doesn't do it and videogames does, then it's no skin off my teeth! I don't care how he receives payment as long as he's doing what he's supposed to," Benson defends himself the best he can.
Mordecai laughs to himself, "Yeah, whatever. Are we still up for that movie tonight?"
Benson checks the schedule and can't believe how fast that week had gone by. He almost forgot about the date. "I uh… Yeah," Benson looked away, starting to act uncomfortable and shy.
"Yea-uh!" Mordecai chants to himself as he pulls Benson into a forced hug.
Benson stands there stiff for a moment as he feels Mordecai's arms around him. His muscles relax because the action was quite nice. He lifts his arms and holds Mordecai back.
"RRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!" Rigby calls out and it's like a battle cry. He scurries over to the two on all fours and dropkicks his way in between them. He claws and clasps himself around Benson's middle like an angry cat.
Benson just holds him in place so he doesn't fall.
"Dude, Rigby! What's your problem!" Mordecai shouts, not even part of the hug anymore.
Rigby murmurs incoherently into Benson's chest and stays there protectively.
Mordecai pulls his friend off Benson and holds him up by the tail. Rigby is thrashing around with claws bared like a rabid animal. "Chill out—Ah!" Mordecai is forced to let go because Rigby scratched his face to hard that he's afraid he might get cat scratch fever or something.
Benson sighs when he sees Rigby clutching onto him again. He's unable to pull him off at this point and he's orders irritated, "Everyone, in the house. It's too cold for this." When he doesn't see Rigby budge, he grabs Mordecai's arm and drags the both of them in. Even after Benson pulls his jacket off, he still has Rigby attached to him like a magnet.
"What is this about," Mordecai asks with anger as he throws his snow hat to the ground.
"You guys were gunna go to the movies without me…" Rigby whispers sadly, "You guys keep spending so much time together. I want to hang out too."
Benson looks down at Rigby with defeat and actually feels bad.
Mordecai on the other hand is pissed. "No, you aren't coming! Me and Benson planned this for a week," Mordecai said with anger clenching at his chest. He had to deal with his friend's stupidity for a whole week and when he had something to look forward to, it was ruined again. "How did you even find out about this!?"
"What's the big deal," Benson finally said, "Just bring him along."
"What's the-!?" Mordecai starts. He doesn't finish because he doesn't want to come out like this. Not now. He holds his head with aggravation and tries to calm himself down. He rushes up the stairs, stomping his feet the whole way, "I have to make sure this wound doesn't get infected."
Benson sighs when he hears the bathroom door slam.
"Am I ever going to have any time alone with you or is it always going to be Rigby hanging around!" Mordecai complains.
Benson narrows his eyes at him. He just punched out for the day and he really doesn't want to deal with this, "He's your friend, Mordecai."
Mordecai rushes in front of him, "You're his boss! Can't you tell him the same bullshit 'blahblahblah…Don't do this or that or you're fired!'"
Benson eyes Mordecai for a silent moment before simply saying, "You really need to stop practicing doing impressions of me…" He reaches for his coat and puts it on, "Besides, I'm not supposed to be hanging out with anyone after hours anyway unless I invite the whole staff."
Mordecai pouts, "You owe me."
Benson glares at Mordecai, "You'll wish you never said that."
That night, the whole staff was invited to the movie. Benson was in such a generous mood, he paid for everyone. Mordecai should know by now that Benson is a force to be reckoned with. Mordecai gathers his popcorn and drags ass toward the theater. This wasn't what he was expecting at all.
"What is that saying about horses?" Mordecai hears Pops say behind him. He prances over to Mordecai's side and it's like a light bulb goes off, "Oh, yes! Why do you have the long face?"
Mordecai laughs shallowly, but decides he's not going to correct Pops this time, "I'm fine. Really."
"You seem sad for being given the opportunity for free flicks. May I ask why?" Pops asks with his soul being drenched in concern.
Mordecai sighs because he can't just brush this off. It was Pops after all. "I was going to have a date tonight… but I guess, it isn't going to happen," Mordecai explains, showing his sadness now.
"Oh, well, I assure you that there will be other times?" Pops says with hopeful eyes.
Mordecai shoots an angry look at Benson who is busy conversing with Skips about lord only knows what. "Yeah, well, that person made a promise," Mordecai seethed the words through his teeth as he stormed into the theater, choosing to sit away from everyone.
Skips takes notice when everyone else passes it off as normal. He squints his eyes in the blue jay's direction before eying Benson, "Somethin' you wanna tell me?"
Benson blinks in confusion because their conversation about a new timing belt on the cart was cut off suddenly. "Excuse me?" Benson asks, making eye-contact with Skips.
Skips gestures to Mordecai who is sitting in the front row, brooding into his popcorn. "Yer name's written all over that," Skips explains gruffly.
Benson laughs and it fades away out of guilt, "What makes you think that?"
"Nothin' happens in the park without me knowin'," Skips looks ahead on the screen as trailers begin to play.
Benson's heart jumps, thinking back to the time Mordecai had him pinned up to the door. He swallows and looks away red in the face, "How much do you know?"
"Enough to get you fired," Skips says, lowering his brow.
Benson looks around at his other employees whose eyes seem to be glued to the screen in front of them. Benson gives Skips stern eyes when he whispers, "Come with me." As they leave, Benson uses the excuse that they forgot snowcaps and would be right back. They leave for the concession stand, "How-?"
Skips cuts him off, "Kitchen. I was makin' a midnight snack."
Benson cringes and holds his head, "Oh god… I am so sorry."
"Don't be apologizin' to me," Skips explains, "You made a promise. He's ain't a kid. If yer gunna make this work, yer gunna have to see him as yer equal."
Benson rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah, but…"
Skips stares at him and Benson stops. "Are ya even in love with him or are you just playin' with him?"
"O-of course I love him!" Benson shouts, getting more attention than he'd like. He hides his face away and looks away, "I do… I just don't know how to express it. My anger gets in the way."
Skips thinks this over and rustles through his pocket. He pulls out a small pink vile and places it in Benson's hands.
Benson looks it over and eyes Skips skeptically, "What is this?"
"It's called Cupid's Bow. It's the liquid cupids apply to their arrows before they shoot lovers to help them fall in love. If you drink a little while in eye shot of Mordecai, you'll fall in love with him," Skips explains.
"Will it stop my anger?" Benson asks.
"Even the smallest dose will leave you feeling nothing but love. The chemical will block out every other emotion in your head."
Benson is silent when he looks down at the liquid. "How long will it last?" He asks because he's afraid if he takes it, he won't be in love after it wears off.
"All night," Skips guides them back to their seats. The movie was starting and Skips leaves Benson with the choice of going up and sitting with everyone else, or sitting down next to Mordecai. He's so nervous he's shaking. He looks up at Skips before popping the top of the liquid. It smells delightful and he carefully takes a sip. It tingles and numbs his tongue, liking the feeling a lot. He gulps down the rest for good measure and takes a seat next to Mordecai.
"Oh, it's you," Mordecai says with a pout, shoving some popcorn in his mouth. His eyes are focused on the screen.
Benson doesn't feel anything at first and wonders if this were all just a joke. It could be just Skips giving him mental courage. "I'm sorry, Mordecai," Benson starts.
"Can it," Mordecai stops him there and zeros in on the screen, probably more so than someone should. He doesn't care though. He doesn't want to look at Benson.
Thirty minutes pass by and Benson's starting to feel something. His limbs feel like static and he can't stop shifting in his seat. Something definitely doesn't feel right and he's wondering if the chemicals are having a bad reaction on his body.
Mordecai glances over at Benson. He wants to tell him to settle down, but what he sees is something he's never seen before.
Benson's sprawled across his seat with his legs wide open. He's panting and his face looks overheated with condensation. He can't sit still and his eyes are blown, devouring Mordecai's body as he licks his lips. Benson looked like a hot mess.
Mordecai can't even find the words to speak, "A-a-are you okay?" He can feel his voice crack, but it's just wow. Holy hell, look at Benson! He places his hand on his boss's steaming head, "Benson."
Benson covers his mouth with his hands to pull back a moan, but luckily the explosion on the screen covered up the noises. His flap pops open and this time he can't seem to get it closed. He felt open and exposed, and as his fingernails dig into the armrest of the movie theater chair it's a feeling of excitement that surges through his body. "D-don't touch me…" Benson murmurs between his fingers.
"I think I should take you home," Mordecai says a little panicked.
"Fuck…" Benson groans and there's another explosion on screen when he screams, "Oh, yes! YES!"
Mordecai swiftly pulls his hoodie off and puts it on Benson, zipping it up so it's covering his flap. He pulls Benson onto his feet and he's actually thankful Skips gets up and helps carry him out. They sit Benson down in the lobby and he's making desperate noises.
"What happened?" Skips asks, looking between them.
"I don't know!? Like, we were just sitting there and all of a sudden he's burning up and like this," Mordecai explained while freaking out.
Skips looks down at Benson and holds his hand out, "Give me the bottle." Benson shakily does what he's told and drops the vile into Skips' hand. It's empty and this looks like it concerns him, "He drank the whole thing."
It's Mordecai's turn to look between them and wonder what the heck was going on. "Drank what!? What did he drink!?"
"A heavily concentrated love potion," Skips states.
"What!? Why!?" Mordecai eyes Skips, but it's already apparent that he knows about them. He kneels down and explains softly, "Come on. We need to get you home."
Fire is smoldering in Benson's eyes before he tugs Mordecai's face down on his. He brings their lips together in a heated kiss and he's rocking his hips into Mordecai. At this point, Benson has no idea what he's doing. That, or he doesn't care.
Mordecai directs himself to the only coherent person near them, Skips. "Please, help me drive Benson home," Mordecai says with terror in his voice. He doesn't think he can do this on his own.
Skips nods and pulls Benson over his shoulder. This causes Benson to panic and grab for Mordecai as if he were being taken away from him. Mordecai runs alongside Skips and holds onto his hand.
"I'm here, dude. I'm not going anywhere," Mordecai reassures him.
They hop into the truck and Benson is all over Mordecai the moment they hit the back seat. Benson is breathless between kisses as he leads Mordecai's hand to unzip the hoodie on him. Mordecai doesn't do as he's told until there's a harsh roll of hips. Mordecai's fingers play with the metal before pulling it down and revealing Benson's crank.
"Do it," Benson whispers hotly on Mordecai's neck.
"Do it?" Mordecai acts dumb, but really doesn't want to be touching Benson crank in front of Skips. Or even while Skips is present, because technically he isn't looking he's driving.
Benson licks a hot stripe on the midnight down of Mordecai's face when he clarifies himself, "Twist it." He grabs Mordecai's hand and curls his fingers around his crank, "Wind me up… Twist the gears inside me… Make me feel it from the inside out."
Mordecai's eyes widen. Oh god, that was kind of hot. He had to remind himself that this wasn't Benson though. This was whatever the crap was that he drank. He bites back a moan because Benson was rocking his hips again. "Can we drive faster!?"
Skips only grunts, "I'm goin' as fast as I can."
Mordecai squeezes his eyes shut and breathes. He couldn't get caught up in this. He had to—ah! He can feel Benson's fingers slide down his chest, and hold his hips in place. Benson's hoodie is still partly zipped, but his care package is defiantly threatening to escape. "Sh… I'll give you what you want, okay?" He tries to hush him.
Benson can only hum out happily and kiss Mordecai full on the lips again. He's grateful by the words.
Mordecai flips them over and straps Benson securely in the seat with the seatbelt. He backs off a little and sits on the other side of the truck. He sighs in relief, thinking he has the situation under control for now.
Benson fights it and his arms are desperately grabbing for Mordecai. "Please," Benson begs, it coming out almost painful. Mordecai can see why when he looks up. Benson's face is so hot that he's practically on fire! He's warming up and smoking, looking like a volcano about to erupt.
"Oh no…" Mordecai mumbles.
"Yer going to have to hold him off! We aren't there yet!" Skips tells him, frantically driving and swerving in and out of traffic.
"Hold him… off?" Mordecai swallow and looks back at Benson, his eyes glow and emitting an intense light. "A-alright…" He unfastens his seatbelt and finds himself leaning between Benson's legs. He sucks in an anxious breath as his fingers curl around Benson's crank. He turns it once and see Benson throw his head back. He figures it's working because Benson looks a lot less flushed.
"Keep going," Benson orders, urgency and all.
Mordecai nods and continues, twisting it around and around. Benson's shaking, but it doesn't look like in a bad way. His face even went back to its reddish color and he's laying back quite pleased.
Benson's fingers drag up to Mordecai's scalp and gets Mordecai's attention. His eyes are half-lidded and semi-relaxed, but what he wants right now is release. With each turn, the pressure inside him is increasing. "More," he whispers greedily.
Mordecai looks down at his slot, then back up at Benson. "Not a problem," he says back as he lets two fingers slide in the hole. Mordecai is surprised when he finds out it's warm and, wow, kind of tight when he reaches in deeper. Mordecai messes around with the insides and drags his fingers across something that drives Benson wild.
"Yes, YES!" Benson cries out loudly, visibly enjoying himself.
The truck jerks a little and Skips is looking forward with concentration. He uh… just wasn't expecting that.
"Oh, god… This is embarrassing," Mordecai whispers to himself and I feels like Benson is going to be super pissed when he comes to. At the same time though, it was pretty hot. He's never seen Benson like this: desperate and out of control. The smell of bubblegum is making him dizzy as it hits his nostrils. He slips his fingers in farther up the narrow passageway where gumballs usually—
"A-Ah!" Benson thrusts his hips up once and releases himself hard. The little pink spheres fall to the ground, moist and wet from the condensation build up. Benson lays immobile for the time being, spent completely and his face back to its pink color.
Mordecai shutters and can't believe he just witnessed that. No, he can't believe he just caused that.
The door opens and Skips is standing there, holding it open. They must have gotten there and parked before Mordecai could even tell what was happening. He snaps Benson's slot shut as if Skips has never seen it open before and unfastens the seatbelt. He pulled Benson's arm around his shoulder and guided them out of the truck. "I.. uh… haha, I'll clean that up later," Mordecai offers sheepishly.
Skips just grunts and looks away. He lets Mordecai walk Benson out and he sees the mess on the interior. He grimaces and shuts the door, "Just get Benson to bed okay. I'll clean it up." From the tone of his voice, he really hates that plan, but he really doesn't have much of a choice. Benson shouldn't be left alone right now. He was a ticking time bomb.
Mordecai watches Skips speed off and now it was only a matter of getting Benson into his apartment. He tries and fails on several occasions to open Benson's door with the key. He successfully does it five minutes later and dropping Benson on the ground, rattling the gumballs in his head violently. "Dude, I hope I didn't scramble his brains," Mordecai whispers to himself as they step in.
Benson's awake, but he's dazed. Mordecai figures he needs some water after everything that has happened. He hands him the glass and watches Benson drink it down in almost one gulp.
"Benson…?" Mordecai says slowly, trying to look him in the eye.
Benson stares up at Mordecai with that glazed look in his eyes and licks his lips. He looks like a wild animal about to pounce on his prey. Mordecai can barely get the thought across that that wasn't good by the time Benson takes him by the shoulders and pushes him down on the couch.
"I want it," Benson whispers and it's dark and erotic.
Mordecai's skin pricks and it's out of excitement, but he's still extremely worried. "It? Haha, what do you want?" The blue jay says in confusion.
"You," Benson murmurs between his lips on Mordecai's neck. His hands travel down Mordecai's chest and down further, between his legs. "That's what I want," Benson whispers when he finds it.
Mordecai's head rolls back on the cushions because Benson's fingers are hot against him. Oh god, they're doing this aren't they? They're doing it for real this time. Mordecai moans when he feels Benson slip his slot open and guide him in. It's easy until he slips into the narrow passage and it's tight.
Benson can feel it and closes his eyes shut with both pain and pleasure. His fingers curl on Mordecai's shoulder and he's starting to overheat again.
"Crap," the words is forced out of Mordecai's lungs when he realizes what is happening. He flips Benson over under him and manages to push himself in deeper. His arms are shaking because he's never felt this before in his life. He rocks his hips and can already see the color cooling down on Benson's face.
Benson's arms slide up Mordecai in an almost loving way, wanting to be taken care of. There's fear in his eye momentarily, but when they lock with Mordecai he starts to relax. Their bodies melt together as one and Benson lays back looking more relaxed than he's ever felt in years.
Mordecai loves that look on Benson. It fits him. Mordecai pushes on as his fingers slide up Benson's body, resting on the crank. He turns it with each thrust in and gets a positive reaction from that. Now, he has to find that spot from last time.
"Mordecai…" Benson's hand reaches Mordecai's cheek and locks eyes with him. He angels his hips and breathes in, "here."
Just the name of Benson's tongue makes Mordecai's stomach twist. He lets Benson guide him until he finds it. Benson's insides tighten around him and he lets out a breath, "There you are…" He's thrusts forward, watching Benson becoming more desperate. He wants to give it to him and he wants to see his climax without any distractions this time.
The pitch of Benson's voice heightens and he freezes, his insides coiling impossibly tighten around Mordecai. He feels it coming. He's so close.
It's one more thrust and Mordecai is firmly pressed against his sweet spot. The intense look on Benson's face with his mouth open slack pushes him over. He's coming hard inside him and moaning low in his throat.
It's a few moments when Mordecai pulls out and Benson empties his contents all over the couch. It's sweet and sticky and Benson is a mess. He's a mess, but he's so calm he passes out right there.
Mordecai places his hand on Benson's head and he's cooled down. Everything that used to be in his head was now scattered across the cushions. He doesn't know the anatomy of a gumball machine man and doesn't really care.
He smiles down at his boss and lays down next to him because sleep looks so good on him. He nuzzles close to his side and falls into a nice deep sleep.
The morning sun seeps through the window and Benson's forced to squint his eyes open. "What… happened…?" He whispers to himself. His head feels funny. It's light and his mouth tastes of cotton. When he turns he notices another body tangled with him. He's shocked to see Mordecai fast asleep next to him. "Oh god…" he sits up suddenly, the memories finally coming back to him.
"Mmm…" Mordecai rustles in his sleep, "Benson… Lay back down. Too early…"
"Did we just…?" Benson asks to confirm.
"Have the world's best bang?" Mordecai smirks, "Yeah, we did." He says in a sing-song voice, "You were right. Drummers really do it with a—" Mordecai's mouth shuts after feeling the fist to the gut. He's holding his stomach and rolling around, trying to catch his breath.
"This can't be happening to me…" Benson whispers to himself as he holds his head in shame.
"Dude, what's the big deal?" Mordecai asks, still cradling his stomach.
"What's the big deal!? I… We… AUGH!" Benson throws his hands up in the air, too angry to even talk and gets off the couch. He stomps over to the kitchen and starts up the coffee machine. "Stupid Skips and his stupid cupid crap," Benson mumbles to himself.
Mordecai follows him in a few moments after him and sits on one of the kitchen chairs backwards, "Yeah, what was up with that stuff anyway? Why do you need love potion? Aren't you already in love with me?"
Benson sends a heated glare his way.
"I'm serious!" Mordecai says, hearing his voice crack with the statement.
Benson finally sighs and waits for the coffee machine to spill out enough contents to be deemed enough for a cup-full. He takes a seat on the other side of the kitchen table and looks into his mug. "It… Yeah, okay? I do like you," his eyes meet Mordecai's and he frowns at the reaction he gets, "Alright, alright. I love you, okay? I just…" He squeezes his eyes shut and, damn, this is harder than he thought. He stands up and smashes his hands against the table, "My anger gets in the way!"
"Well, duh," Mordecai makes a face, "but like, that doesn't mean you like me any less. I mean, you have anger issues. I get that, but I know. I can tell, dude. You don't even have to say anything and I know there's something between us. So, like, don't stop being mad, but at the same time don't fight it."
Benson's cheeks heat up and that's probably one of the nicest things he's ever heard. He sits back down and sips his coffee until he hears Mordecai singing, "I can't fight this feeling any longer…!"
Benson glares hard at him, "Don't ruin the moment."
"Haha… R-right," Mordecai says sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck. There's a long silence and Mordecai can't help but at least finish the chorus of the Reo Speedwagon.
"I fucking hate you…"
Mordecai just smiles back at him, translating that as a I love you in his mind.
