Ben x Jeff ( Rewrite)

Part Two

Sky-Sorry for the long wait!! I've been lazy- extremely lazy!

Ben laid speechless for hours on Jeff's bed, starring blankly at the ceiling above. His face held a tint of red. The blonde couldn't leave his thoughts about Jeff. He tried, but everything was useless. The blonde didn't want to move, or do anything at that. All he wanted to do was lay there and stare at the ceiling.

Why would Jeff even think about doing that? Was it a show of worry and care? Or was it something entirely different?

Hours passed one after another before the short elf realized the time. Shit! Ben pushed himself up and tossed his founded phone on the nightstand. It was already night time, and Ben didn't plan on laying down that long. The elf pushed himself up and charged for the bathroom. Hopefully Jeff doesn't mind the elf's actions, but he wasn't here to disagree. Ben didn't hesitate to push off his cloths and turn on the shower head. He felt disgusted of himself to wait so long for a clean up. Even if he was a so called entity he still had a body, and this body does get nasty.
Ben, truthfully, hesitated to undress himself and step into the shower. Water, it was one of his powers, but yet it's still one of his fears. It kills him (( Sky: Joke Intended ;-; I'm sorry )) how it seems everyday this fear grows more and more. The blonde sighed heavily once completely nude. He could just hurry and everything would be fine, Ben told himself. With that small amount of courage, the elf stepped into the tub and covered himself in the water. It felt nice, to have it seemingly cleaning the recent sweat from Ben's small frame. The spray wasn't to harsh or too lanky, it felt just right.

However, even if the blonde felt satisfied to having time to clean his hair and body, the fear still developed in the back of his head. It upraised thoughts in the blondes head with no notice from the owner. So, Ben hurried. Scrubbing his skin a little to harshly, getting shampoo in his eyes, and almost tripping over the soap he dropped was the cause from his rushed state. Nonetheless, Ben felt releaved to have stepped of the hot shower and wrap himself in a towel he found under the sink. He still rubbed his eyes gently, feeling that slight sting that felt worse then a bee's.

" Mother fucker," the elf cursed unwanted words under his breath, taking the edge of the towel and now running it across his injured eye. Signing, he gave up hope and finally a thought struck him. What other cloths does he have to wear? Yeah, he has extra cloths in his phone, but he's to wet to travel through it. The blonde groaned ever so quietly under his breath and opened the bathroom to peek out. No one was in sight; jackpot! Ben stepped out of the warm room and into the slightly colder one. He looked through Jeff's drawers and found himself something. Hopefully, his best friends won't mind this- Ben hoped. He changed into the cloths, that being a pair of red and black flannel designed boxers and a black plain shirt that hung almost past the loss boxers." He's going to kill me," Ben whispered, arguing with himself. The elf didn't care, however, he kept the cloths on and allowed himself to fall comfortably backwards into the bed he was on moments ago. He turned with a groan and scooped the blankets in his arms, moving his legs into a more comfortable position. He smothered his face in the soft, black blanket, taking in a deep breath. A scent of faint metal and woody gave the blonde a pleasant feeling of reinsurance. The thought of Jeff by the scent caused Ben to roll to his back again and blush. The feeling of the killer's chapped lips pressing on the his skin wouldn't leave his mind. The blonde wanted to run his finger across Jeff's lips to feel the roughness, and to have those lips kiss his head again.

Ben turned to his left side and pulled the recently rolled off pillow to his face. A squeal left the elf's mouth, being completely muffled by the pillow. He allowed his thoughts to strain on his so called best friend.
The blonde loosened the pillow and frowned, now holding it closer to his chest. He would do anything for Jeff, even the smallest of things if it was to make the killer happy. So why couldn't the burnt man see this? Why couldn't Ben just say something? He would, honestly, he would. But, there was so many possibilities and reasons for him to not. He could lose Jeff. Jeff could hate him cause he's gay. The black haired man could even end up taking Ben's life. His feelings was just nonsense. A nonsense that would repeatingly chant and snap at him. And, Ben just so happened to find out what they wanted. He loved Jeff. That was it, he had completely fallen in love with his best friend. Yeah, they could get annoyed with each other and fight a lot, but there wasn't a single day that Ben would love the time spent with the blacknette.
The blonde closed his eyes, easing into thoughts and nothingness. His last thought was of Jeff.