-Inside the ultimatrix-
"The kids losing it." The Pyronite otherwise known as Heatblast stated, shifting himself in the emerald easy chair.
"Jesus, you shouldn't be so hard on the boy." the fauna-like automaton on his left contradicted his statement. "He's going through some really deep shit."
Heatblast rolled his (literally) flaming eyes, and crossed his arms in the chair, "Why the hell are humans so complex?" "With their sexual orientations, and gender identities, and all that mess." "That's why their on the bottom of the evolution scale."
Swampfire rolled his eyes, and got up, leaving a rather confused Heatblast behind. Big chill sighed rather loudly into his cup of water. Heatblast turned and gave him a rather dirty look, which was retorted with a scoff, and a rather snarky comment under ones breath.
Well damn.
Ben sat at one of the small picnic tables outside of Mr. Smoothie, sipping a pineapple, Ginger, wheatgrass and tangerine smoothie. It tasted like rainbows and unicorns, and all that happy shit, but even that couldn't put him in a good mood.
His fingers danced along the top of the cup impatiently, as his eyes skittered along the black pavement of the street.
He sighed.
Was this shit even worth it?
He and Kevin had been having this...whatever the fuck it was for six damn weeks. Six weeks of creeping around like a playground pedophile behind Gwen's back.
His heart hit his stomach.
In a way, Ben had just realized he was a potential homewrecker.
And even that didn't sway him for his quest for the osmosians' heart.
Ben took another sip of his Smoothie, just as Kevin slowed up upon the Mr. Smoothie parking lot. He didn't even waste his time climbing from the emerald green Chevy Camaro, he merely honked the horn, and yelled for him to get his skinny ass in the car. Ben flicked him the bird, but moved from the small, raggedy, picnic table and got in the car. The second Ben's ass met the leather of the seat, Kevin grabbed the back of his head, and retched him forward for a rough kiss. Lips crushed with lips, and tongues poked, prodded and slid on the insides of mouthes. Kevin was so warm, so rich and satisfying to Ben, and his very being filled his soul, needs, and desires like tue sweet ambrosia of the gods. His fingers roamed to the tip of Ben's clothed member, and Kevin poked, creating a wet spot in the denim fabric.
"Unzip me, and get the sucking." Kevin pushed him off roughly. "And take off those pants of yours, but if you touch yourself, I'll throw you out of the car while we're on freeway."
"Without your clothes."
The last sentence was steely and serious. Ben knew that Kevin would do no such thing, due to the many consequences that would precede such an event, however, the thrill of the threat, the very visualizing of the event, the hypothetical feel of bare skin on pavement is what made him fish Kevin from his boxers, and suck on him like a newborn.
Albedo's fingers drummed along the leather steering wheel, as he turned onto the turnpike. Ashanti's 'The Way That I Love You.' pulsed from the Nissan Sentra's speakers, the bass turned up to the maximum dial. He sang along loudly, his smooth voice coursing peacefully like a river.
Albedo didn't like many things on the damp mud ball otherwise dubbed as earth, but a few had reserved slots in his heart. One being music. He loved all kinds of music, with the exception of the derogatory noise that streamed from some rap artists mouths.
T-Pain was good though. No matter how dirty he got.
He pulled into the tennysons driveway, and exited the driveway, gradually letting himself into the house.
He really wished he knocked first.
Kevin scrambeled from the couch, and reluctantly covered himself and Ben with a wayward blanket that had been draped across the right arm of the couch.
"Oh God and Virgin Mary's thong."
"DAMMIT ALBEDO, IS KNOCKING NONEXISTANT ON GALVIN II?" Ben blared angrily. He threw a throw pillow at the male, which had no effect.
For a while there were no words.
"So, your, hie you humans say, fucking him?"
Ben facepalmed.
Kevin barked with laugther.
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, I'm fucking him, what of it?" Kevin afformented.
"Aren't you dating the Gwen human?"
That shut him up.
Albedo made a face, and placed a hand on his hip.
"Ben, put on some clothes, I need to speak with you." He said, obviously aggravated at what he was seeing.
After he was dressed, Albedo pulled him from Kevin's range of hearing.
"Ben Tennyson, you and I, in a way, share a soul, and I cant help but express my concern for the state of your psychological health." He said, while the green eyed boy popped two pills dry.
"What do you mean, I'm fine." Ben retorted, folding his arms across his bare chest.
-Dont lie to me. I can read you mind.-
Ben cringed in fear, and jumped away from his counterpart.
"How the hell can you read my mind." Ben inquired, small specks of fear dotting the sound of wonder thar was his voice.
"It's one of the side effects of you jumping in the machine that was going to get me out of this disgusting pus-spewing body." Anger was seemingly stained in his tone. "In a way, were connected, but that of lesser importance at the time being." "But I'm worried about you, because ive seen this kind of affair happen before." "Trust me." "It doesent end well."
"Your the LAST person I need to be taking psychological advice from, much less, relationship advice."
"RELATIONSHIP?" "You think the mindless fucking between you and him could even be considered a relationship?" He threw up his hands in disbelief. "He's just using you." "Your just his WHORE."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Ben pushed him off the stoop, causing the white haired male to stumble backwards, and fall on in his rear.
Albedo dusted himself off, and walked in the direction of his Sentra. He turned, and shot a concerned look, and sent a thought into his mind.
-Kevin can be your drug, but just ensure that you don't OD.-
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Short chapter, I know. Ive been really busy with everything lately, so forgive me. And I included Albedo because I love him, and he needs to be included more often. Sorry if he's OOC.