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Michael stood in the back of the staging area for panel discussions glaring at Justin and rolling the stiff wrist. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as two large muscular arms wrapped around him and a small plastic cup with ice water in it rested on his wrist.
"Did you sign a lot of comics?" Ben whispered into Michael's ear, and then he nibbled on it lightly.
"I think I signed nearly every copy sold."
"What did Justin do to warrant the evil glare?"
"Do you have any idea how many people he insulted? Everyone in costume, and most of the people with home made t-shirts. And what makes it worse is that he still gets hit on by half of our line!"
Ben kissed Michael's neck a few times, "Are you jealous? Cause if you are I could start hitting on you during the Q&A session later." Ben shifted his head to Michael's other shoulder. "Or, better yet…" Ben trailed off and slid his hand down Michael chest and into the front of his pants.
"You know the bathrooms of the convention center are very clean." Michael responded turning in Ben's arms and kissing him deeply.