Okay so I got FINALS coming up, so this might be last my update for about a week [maybe not, I might just say screw it and write anyways… we'll see]

So someone asked me how they should imagine the guys in this story – there's not a big age difference, so think of it this way: MBaV season 1, maybe season 2 Atticus/Benny and The Good Witch's Destiny Matthew Knight as Ethan. There's really not that much of a difference, but enough to be noticed, ya know? Ethan's supposed to appear older but not much…

Does that make sense?

Updated: 04/29/2014 [My time!]

…

"Benny."

"Mr. Morgan." We're sitting on the guest bed that I'm supposed to sleep in, just staring at each other. He reaches over and places a hand on my knee; my eyes drop down to look at it, not meeting his now.

"I suppose I should explain."

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I sound snarky as I speak, but why shouldn't I be? Ever since I entered this home, this man has been nothing but creepy towards me.

"My wife and I don't like each other."

"Shocker." And now I'm sarcastic; this should go over well. He chuckles and I can imagine him nodding; I'm still not looking at him.

"It's obvious, I know. But we aren't very fond of the other."

"Uh-huh." His hand is rubbing my knee as he scoots a little closer to me; I don't move, just focus my attention on the pale hand in my lap.

"We met during the first month of college. She was a vibrant, beautiful woman. I was immediately smitten with her. We began to date, but by the third or fourth month… she changed. When she used to be fun and playful, she was now bitter and mean. She wasn't the woman I met. But I believed that we could fix it – I was in so much denial then. I was out with friends one night when I… well, I'll spare you the juicy details. I got drunk and slept with a man; his name was Jim. He was a good friend of mine, and we just… things happened. He claimed it was a drunken mistake, but I felt differently. I knew, after that, that I definitely wasn't straight anymore. I planned to tell Kathy what had happened, but when I did, she told me that I couldn't be gay because she was pregnant and that she had to marry me or she would kill… she would kill the baby."

His voice dropped at those words, his hand tightening on my knee as his breathing briefly turned harsh before he sighed.

"We eloped, she dropped out and I took some online classes and began writing. I'm getting a book published right now in fact. We got a house and waited for Julie to be born. On the day she was born, and Kathy was holding Julie in her arms, I finally said, 'Kathy, I'm sorry but I am attracted to men. Being married to you won't change that.' She only nodded and looked at the baby and told me 'I know.' Once the baby was asleep, she told me that she loved our daughter very much and never planned on hurting her – she had just wanted me to marry her."

"That's awful," I whisper, making his hand tighten.

"Yeah. I yelled at her and left that night. I went out drinking and found a one-night stand. When I returned the next day, Kathy apologized to me, but told me she would never divorce me because she would not put our daughter through that, and that she hoped that I wouldn't cheat on her, or if I did, that it'd be with another woman – she still doesn't like the whole 'attracted to men' thing and thinks it's a phase. I told her I was willing to try, for Julie's sake. So, we spent months trying to mend our broken relationship before she got a new job, moving us here. I thought it ironic that I was back where I started out from. And you know, I was doing pretty well on my attempts at not straying… Until… well…"

"Me."

"Yep."

"Mr. Morgan, I'm not gay."

"Are you sure?" His breath is hot as he leans close to whisper in my ear. "I bet I can prove you wrong in that theory."

"Mr. Morgan-"

"Shush. Just don't think for once. That was my problem too. I was always thinking so loudly I couldn't hear my heart protesting."

"Mr…"My voice trailed off as Mr. Morgan stroked his cheek.

"Benny, you can't even begin to imagine how I feel towards you. When I saw you standing in my doorway that first night… when I saw you for the first time, I just… I knew you would be the one to get under my skin. The attraction I felt... still feel… I can't have you in my home all the time without being able to touch you. Please, Benny."

"But-"

"I've got it all planned out. I promise you'll enjoy it."

"You mean…"

"It'll be amazing, trust me."

"I… I can't. I'm not-"

"Then just come rest with me. Please?" I shake his head, the weight of his words crushing my shoulders. "I'll let you get changed into some comfy clothes. I'll be back in a few minutes." He kisses my forehead and leaves the room, disappearing into the door leading to his office. I sit there for a minute before getting up, following his advice.

I change into some plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt before I sit on the bed, waiting. He returns soon, dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt. He sat next to me and just smiled.

"I'm sorry. I know this is a lot to handle-"

"That's putting it lightly." He chuckled at my words and stands up, grabbing my hands and pulling me with him.

"Just give me a chance Benny."

"You're married and what part of 'I'm straight' don't you understand? I have no-"

"Shh," he says, cupping my face again. "Let's go to bed." I blush at his words before he tugs me into the large bed, pulling the big comforter around us. "Goodnight beautiful." I just shake my head before he pulls me into his chest, resting his arms around me. "Tomorrow will be amazing, you'll see."

"Tomorrow?!" He chuckles and grabs my chin, tilting my face up.

"You'll see." I'm speechless as he presses a kiss to my lips. I can feel the desperation that lies underneath the gentle pressure before I find myself kissing back.

I'm so fucking confused.

I pull away to tell him so, and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I was too the first time. You'll understand soon enough, trust me."

"I'm not sure about that."

"Benny, you have no idea how much I want you. But I'm willing to wait until you can process this. We've got all weekend. I promise to make it so enjoyable for you though. You won't know what hit you when I'm done." I know I'm blushing now, the heat rising in my face as I stare at him. He chuckles again and kisses my nose now. "You'll see. You'll like it."

"How can you be so confident?"

"I've got good gaydar. You might not know it yet, but I do." My jaw slackens as he laughs, pulling me to him. "Now come on Beautiful, let's get some sleep."

…

So slowly working up to it…

I might have to bump this up to M though.

Thanks for reading!

-JustMe133