Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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When we were getting ready to go to the party, I had a bad feeling. A bad feeling that Devon would there. He always finds a way to get close to me.

Would there be any way for Jack to know him? Is Devon even still in town? He better not.

I gulped a little as I ran a few fingers through my hair. Ben pulled up his light blue, ripped jeans and buttoned them up.

"It's not like it's a fancy party. Just a hangout." I reminded him as he brushed his teeth.

"I can't have good breath?" He asked in a muffled voice, as he scrubbed his pearly white teeth. I smiled a little.

"No, that's okay I guess," I admitted as I slid behind Ben and wrapped my arms around his waist, folding them at his toned stomach.

"I probably wouldn't want to kiss you then," I muttered into his hair as I kissed his neck. Ben giggled.

"That would be just awful, wouldn't it?" He said with a smile, indulging me in my childish behavior.

"Mhm." I agreed as I nibbled on his neck.

"Ack! Keep it in the bedroom!" He said as he pulled himself away from me. He continued to scrub his teeth as he fake glared at me. I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter of the bathroom.

"The last few hickeys were just beginning to heal!" He complained. I chuckled at his silly complaint.

"Then I guess I'll have to make more," I said with a shrug and an amused smile. I licked my lips and Ben glared at me.

"If I'm supposed to keep it in the bedroom, how will I last all night long not touching you?" I said as I pouted my lips, and wrapped my arms around his waist, once again.

"You probably wouldn't," Ben said as he rolled his eyes.

A lightbulb went off inside of my mind.

"Bet," I said simply. Ben cocked an eyebrow and looked up at me.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded challengingly. He spat out the minty paste and wiped his mouth. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at me, interested.

"You think you could go a whole night without touching me?" Ben proposed, trying to get it right as he pointed to himself accusingly.

"Yeah, that's easy," I answered, but then felt a tinge of guilt at the obvious lie. I shouldn't feel guilty though. Ben can probably see right through me.

"No way, you horndog. There's no way you'd last." He shook his head and snickered as he ran some water over his soapy hands, cleaning them. When he turned off the water and turned to me, I smiled down at him.

"I'm willing to bet." I grinned.

"How much are you willing to bet exactly?" Ben questioned as he crossed his arms.

"I'm willing to bet a whole month of no sex," I responded, but then paused as I realized that wouldn't benefit either one of us. my smiled fell.

"Oh, wait..."

"Why on earth would I want that?" Ben asked as let out a laugh.

"Okay, scratch that. How aboouuuut..." I put my fingers up to my chin in thought.

"Oh!" Ben beamed with a devilish smirk. I had a bad feeling.

"How about two months with no alcohol." He challenged. I gulped.

Is he serious? Well... Fuck it!

"Shit, you got a deal," I said as leaned over to him and gave his forehead a small peck. I wrapped my arms around his back and he melted into my embrace.