Scribbles and Drabbles

Mini Drabbles D

Rewrite of an Old Piece

-The story had three 'brothers' (boys who had survived a cult) who grew into a relationship with each other, struggling to cope with the outside world and finding new relationships. The youngest, Ben, forcing his way into the middle, Paul,'s relationship. This is the fallout? So warning for pseudo incest 

The next day, Ben was awkward around them. Jack laughed before he saw what Ben had done to his neck during their night of passion. "Christ, Ben! Had you eaten before attacking me?" Jack rubbed his hand over the angry-looking bruises as if they would disappear. It didn't look good.

"I'm sorry?" Ben blushed.

"That's all you have to say? I have work today," groaned Jack. "How am I going to hide this?"

"So what? The team will think we got a little wild. Might mean Beth has a heart attack," Paul snored, joining them from the other room. He pushed Jack's hands away from the bruises to study them. "Ben!" Ben slumped, ears turning red as Paul fussed over Jack and found a turtleneck for Jack to wear. "You could take the day off? It's a Friday, and you'll look better by Monday."

"I can't. We have a meeting with the shareholders"

"I'll see if Kate is about. She might have some makeup you can use." Paul kissed Juck on the lips in an easy and familiar gesture. Jack returned it with a tight hug. 

Ben trembled, uncertain of his place. Not unsurprising given what he'd pulled last night. 

"I don't know if wearing makeup will make this any better."

"You're the one who declares that if you can't take the teasing, you're not good enough to be in the team."

"Damn cub scout."

"Never." Paul kissed his cheek and moved to find Kate. He had ruffled Ben's hair on the way out. "Behave," he warned.

Ben nodded and curled up on the bed, following Jack as he got dressed. Jack's skin prickled with the weight of them. Jack was in shape and took pride in it. Sam was a gym bro, and he disparaged Ben for being happy to be lean rather than bulky. It wasn't like Ben didn't get enough attention from suitors, as he was.

Jack smirked as he noticed Ben's enjoyment and his far-off look in his eyes. "Who are you thinking about? They are making you very happy."

Ben's eyes blinked in confusion before widening in alarm. He sat straighter and crossed his legs to hide his. Jack laughed. Ben scowled and put a pillow over his lap. "No one important," he muttered. "Remembering a one-night stand with some Jocks."

"Ah," Jack hummed. "So you do like muscles?"

"When they are functional and not decorative like Sam, sure?" Ben's eyes stayed low. "Not that I don't like Sam's muscles, but he's obsessed with them. The jocks had them for a reason."

"So you have had partners? Just not anyone you wanted to stay with," Jack checked, sitting on the bed as he put his socks on his feet.

"I've had boyfriends."

"And?"

"They never felt like home like Paul and Sam do," Ben shivered. "They weren't bad men. I just haven't found the right man yet."

"Did they know about Sam?"

"Of course not. Explaining this is impossible. Explaining what happened without the sex and dependency issues is bad enough. One suspected that Sam and I were closer than I let on, but." Ben shrugged, eyeing not meeting Jack's. "How did Paul tell you about it?"