"Hey April," Ben whispered to her in the kitchen. She was putting away the carton of ice cream and he was pretending to get a glass of water.
"Hm?" She glanced behind her noticing Andy was completely consumed by the television. She tilted her head and smiled at him.
"So I was thinking," he began and she put her finger to her lip. He immediately lowered his voice. "Maybe we should go-" he glanced at Andy to be safe and lowered his voice even further "g-go out some time. Or something. I don't know."
April laughed under her breath. "We'll talk later." She strutted towards the living room and curled up next to Andy on the couch, giving him a big, wet kiss on the cheek. He barely budged.
Fuck it. If I were him I'd fuck her every chance I had. He doesn't fucking know what he has.
Ben ran his fingers over his face. This was awful. Why was he thinking like this? Suddenly so possessive towards April, he really cared for her and didn't really have any reason to. He wanted to go on a date with her? He couldn't even go on a date with Leslie. They'd have to skip at least three towns so as not to run into anyone who may recognize them.
Ben returned to his room and made eye contact with April on his way out. Her prolonged gaze told him she'd join him shortly. He found himself removing his pants and tie and soon stood before himself in the mirror in nothing but his red plaid boxers and green plaid shirt. He couldn't figure out why. He knew they weren't going to fuck. Maybe they would though... if he took off his clothes.
He was sitting on his bed, beginning to unbutton his favorite shirt, when April came in through the bathroom door.
"Well, don't you look more pathetic than usual this evening."
Ben was on her in what seemed like less than a second. He pinned her against the door and kissed her repetitively, running his hands all over her already tangled black hair. April made noises that at first sounded like moaning but Ben later recognized as attempts to speak. She was already pounding her fists against his shoulders before he realized she wanted him to stop.
"Jesus fuck, Ben! I thought you wanted to talk, not fuck me up against the wall."
"Sorry."
"Sit down," she demanded and he obeyed, highly aroused. "You know we can't go on a fucking date, right Ben? That's probably like the worst idea that you've ever had next to that Snow World thing."
"Ice Town," he solemnly corrected. "We could, I don't know, do something. Somewhere else. if we're gonna have this a-affair type thing-"
"Don't call it that."
"Well, that's what it is, April. But if we're going to have whatever-it-is-we're-having we can't keep fucking at work and here when Andy's around."
"Fine." She sounded almost disappointed. Ben was disappointed, too. He liked how absolutely terrified he was whenever they had sex. "We wouldn't have this problem if you had your own house like a normal person."
"Like I'm not trying to find one, April? You think I plan to live here with you two forever? Because I'll tell you one thing - if I weren't fucking you I'd absolutely hate it here. And because I'm fucking you, I only partially hate it here."
"Why don't you leave then? Live with your girlfriend or whatever."
"W-wh-what? A-apr-" He froze when he saw the look on her face, not accusatory but almost jealous. "I don't have a girlfriend." He said softly, trying to be compassionate.
"Uh-huh. Where are you all the time then? It's not like you have friends or anything."
"Fuck you," he muttered under his breath and she glared at him, not nearly defeated. "Why would I lie to you about having a girlfriend? Why would I have a uh a secret girlfriend?" Leslie's name burned in his mind. She wouldn't harass him like this, but then again that was part of the problem.
"I don't know. Because you're really fucked up, probably."
"Yeah?" he turned around and paced his room for a second. "Maybe I am!" He wiped his nose which was beginning to run and felt tears forming in his eyes that had thankfully decided not to fall.
"Who is she?"
"I still d-don't know what you're talking about." Her expression remained blank. "There isn't any one. And why are you so goddamned jealous anyways? You have a fucking husband, April! You're fucking married!"
"Lower your voice, dip shit, Andy'll hear you."
"Like I give a flying fuck!" He was really worked up now.
April sighed and turned to leave. She was fed up with him and how he acted more like a woman than a man half the time.
"N-n-n-n-no!" he said and hurried after her, shutting the bathroom door before she could reach it. "W-wait!"
"Promise you'll stop screaming at me, lame ass?"
"Yeah sure I'm sorry. I just..."
She sighed and tapped her foot. It'd felt like she liked him so much just a few short minutes ago. What had happened?
"When can we meet again?" he said desperately and rather too close to her. She felt his hot breath against her face and wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
Her heart rate increased as she remembered the times they'd shared together, fucking senselessly without any other cares. She liked that. They should go back to that.
"I don't know..." Sometimes the whole not caring thing worked for her. Though she did desperately care. "Tomorrow we have work. And fucking at work is gross and we need to stop doing it."
"Agreed," Ben said, though he didn't agree 100%. The elevator was fun for him. Leslie's desk, not so much. That one still haunted him.
"I've got an idea," she said after a moment of contemplation. "You're taking me out to lunch tomorrow to discuss my future. Stop stuttering and no one will care."
"I-I-I-" He wasn't keen on going into this so blindly. April knew some weird people and had probably done some weird stuff before she was with Andy. Who knew where she would take him. He couldn't help but fear slightly for his safety.
April shushed him and shot him a harsh look. She leaned in for a kiss and Ben braced himself for their last kiss of the evening. But she didn't kiss him. She placed her lips on his bottom lip and when his mouth moved to latch onto hers and his hands ran down the small of her back, she bit down on his lip and he wailed.
"Fuck!" He recoiled and felt his numb lip wiping the blood away that was dripping onto his shirt. "What the fuck did you do that for?"
"You should really stop swearing, fuck head." Ben stared at her upper lip as she spoke. A drop of his own blood sat puddled there for only a second until she noticed his eyes and swiftly licked the blood away. Grinning demonically at him as if it were nothing.
He rummaged through his desk to find something to stop the bleeding and when he couldn't find anything and turned to the bathroom door for a tissue he noticed April had left just as silently as she had come. Blood dripped onto the carpet and he considered not bothering to clean his lip until he realized he was tired and didn't want to sleep in a puddle of his own blood. Ben stripped off his now ruined favorite shirt and pressured his lip with a wad of cotton balls. He lay awake with his lip throbbing, head aching and cock half hard. She wasn't lying when she'd called him fucked-up.
Ben felt sick to his stomach that night. He woke up in the dead of night and couldn't shake the image of April and Andy together in bed out of his head. It was awful. Every night he'd lived there, Andy and April had shared a bed (whether they were intimate or not he never cared to know) but suddenly the thought of them even touching made him want to vomit. Tears swelled in his eyes as the pain in his lip failed to subside. It was three in the morning and he had to wake up at six. Where did he keep his painkillers? He rarely used them but he had to have them somewhere. His brain wasn't working this early and he couldn't figure it out. Crying himself back to sleep? Fuck. Did he need stitches? He barely was able to examine the wound through all the blood that kept appearing. How had she bit so hard? He thought twice about letting her blow him again and fell back asleep.
The morning felt like razor blades in his eyes which reminded him to shave but he instead decided against it. Leslie had complimented his scruff once so it wouldn't be so bad.
His bottom lip was swollen and dried blood caked the surrounding area. Fucking April. He'd get her for his.
He saw he standing near the sink drinking a glass of orange juice. Andy was still in bed snoring. He approached her at first cautiously. She lit up when she noticed his lip.
"You look like shit." She said into her glass.
"You look like someone who needs to be fucked." He wished he hadn't said that but grew hard thinking about it. She was wearing her glasses.
She placed her glass down, cocked her head and grinned at him. He came at her a lot faster than he'd intended. He presses her against the counter and kisses her roughly, his lip burning as she licked at the dried blood. He ran his hand down her chest and into her pajama shorts, feeling its way around the familiar territory not touched since yesterday afternoon. She moaned softly into his ear and wrapped a leg around his back. He grasped her ass in his hands and prepared to lift her up. A quick fuck in the kitchen? Andy wouldn't notice.
But as one of April's trembling hands struggled to pull Ben's boxers down and the other placed a hold on his stiff cock, a noise is heard from the other end of the house. Andy let out a stifling growl and a loud thump is heard as if he'd dropped something. The shower is turned on and both of them freeze, the grip on the other becoming frightfully less tight.
"We should stop." Ben was shocked the words left his mouth.
"No!" April groaned and continued stroking him. "He takes forever in the shower. Just fuck me, goddammit Ben! Fuck me!"
How could he resist?
He pulled her shorts down and hoisted her up onto the counter and massaged her damp flesh as she worked at successfully removing his cock from his pants. He had to stand on his toes to reach her but when he finally got inside her, he knew he wouldn't last long. The tension had been building since last night and he couldn't believe he'd managed to stay stiff the majority of last night without working it out himself.
April came quicker than she had in the past, too. She cried out louder than he'd heard her before as her feet formed a tight grip on his back. She thrusted her hips into his completely out of sync but it worked well enough for Ben to come shortly afterwards with a low moan. He stood shaking for a few moments but April recovered much quicker. She kissed the gash on his lip and it stung.
"Sorry about that," she said completely insincere. "See you at lunchtime."
Ben smiled a big stupid smile that he tried more often than not to conceal from the eyes of others. He looked goofy he was sure, but he was happy. Maybe trying to talk with April wasn't the best idea he'd had. When they fucked things were simple, when he tried to label it and turn it into some twisted relationship - that was when things went wrong.