For The Rats (One-Shots)

Heroin

A/N: Omg, rip Ben leaving AA. The sexual tension between him and Danny was too high, he had to leave the band bc he has a wife. 
(I KID I KID). 
I honestly think it's really cool that he's switching up and dedicating to being a good father and husband to his family. It's a beautiful thing. I love him in AA and I probably won't see them live or anything now that he's not in the band anymore, but I'm like actually really happy for him. Slay, Beni Boi. Please bring KBB back tho. 

enjoy, my rats x 

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The night was alive with the sound of laughter, the walls boxing in their time together. Danny was leaning against the kitchen counter, wiping tears from his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath between guffaws. A small bag of white powder sat next to next to an open beer on the counter. Across the room, Ben slid slowly down the doorframe, unable to hold himself upright any longer as he giggled. Small circles on his black shirt were darker, wet with spilled liquor, but it didn't matter; they were too far gone to care. 

As the night went on, Ben's excitement subdued to give way to his blurry vision. The walls curved inward on him and his head grew fuzzy. His thoughts became like sludge, relaxing and coming down from his happy little party. Danny, on the other hand, was bouncing off the walls. Their shared apartment, usually at least half-clean, was now strewn with empty bottles. A trail of crumpled napkins led from the coffee table to the floor, where Ben now sat, his back against the wall, legs splayed out in front of him. And the TV flickered in the background, providing a background hum of nonsense to their drunken revelry. 

It was time to relax now, or black out. Time to fall asleep and wake up some time in the afternoon. Time to cuddle with Danny and drift off peacefully, happily, in their cute little apartment. But Danny had hit coke, and wasn't about to come down, leaving Ben alone on the floor with his swirling vision. Minutes pass, and Ben's mouth falls open as he stares at the wall, before slowly he tears his eyes away and let's them fall on Danny's form. 

"Danny," he calls, his voice slow. "Help put me.. to the couch," he slurs, raising his heavy arms slightly, reaching out to his roommate.

Danny's figure grows larger as he walks over to where Ben is slumped against the wall, but he doesn't take his roommates outstretched hands. Instead, he kneels down in front of the drunk man and kisses him. 

Ben's eyes widen, a feeling of discomfort pooling in his stomach as Danny runs shaky hands through Ben's hair, becoming more urgent as he attempts to deepen their kiss. Ben's mouth only falls open, Danny's tongue shoved in his mouth. The elder's hands find Danny's chest and he pushes him away weakly, disconnecting their lips. 

"No, Danny, you're drunk," Ben slurs.

Danny laughs, a careless sound. "So are you, baby," he says. "And I'm high." 

Ben frowns. "No, you're Danny," he argues, confusion setting in. He stares at his friend, watching the man laugh again. What was going on? 

Danny wants to have sex with me, he thinks. Why? I want to take a nap. 

Wasn't he tired?  

No, the drugs. Right. Danny pulls Ben's jeans down roughly, shimmying them down and revealing Ben's boxer-briefs. Ben groans, more from exhaustion than desire. He was beyond tired. He just wanted to go to sleep. 

"You want me to ride you, don't you?" Danny asks, his voice hoarse. "I'll make you feel good." 

Ben rolls his eyes. "You're so damn pathetic," he mumbles, but he doesn't push Danny away. Instead, he leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. "Fine. Just... be gentle." His words are barely audible, but they hang in the air between them.