•Boys Like You•Hardzello•

•Guitar Heroes•

A month had now passed, Joe and Ben had continued to Snapchat eachother.

He smirked to himself lighting up his morning cigarette, an image of yet another  dream he had about Ben last night in the back of his mind.

He quickly shook the thought and focused on not slipping on the ice...again.

He saw the bus in the distance and ran to catch it. Suddenly, like Bambi he slipped on black ice, just as he was trying to avoid. He watched the bus pull off in the distance and groaned. Without even bothering to stand up he laid on the floor like a snow angel. He closed his eyes in frustration and embarrassment.

*Ahem* he heard a cough above him. He opened his eyes to see Ben stood above him with an outstretched arm.
Joe took his hand, pulling himself up and fluffing his hair.
"You miss the bus too?" He asked Ben.
Ben shrugged:
"unfortunately yeah."

Suddenly Joe had an idea
"Wanna bunk off and head back to mine? Play guitar hero or something?" He began slowly leaning towards his house
"Sure, why not" Ben followed

Of course Joe didn't really want to play Guitar Hero, but he needed an excuse...

The pair headed back to Joe's empty house. Truthfully, Ben was nervous. Was this purely platonic? or would it lead to something like the previous lunch? He had to admit, after his little taster session yesterday, he really didn't mind which way this went.

Joe fiddled with the lock with freezing cold hands, almost dropping the keys several times.

Eventually, Joe tackled the lock and led Bend inside, dragging him by the wrist up the stairs.
The two threw themselves on the bed turning on the tv as Joe reached for the two guitar controllers, passing one to his left.

The two laughed at eachother's terrible scores before setting the controllers down after getting bored. Joe picked up his phone
"Shit, the guys are blowing up my phone asking where I am" He laughed
"Mine too" chuckled Ben scrolling through his lock screen. Joe sent a quick text to their group chat to save time

"Hey fuckers, quit spamming. Ben and I missed the bus so we bunked off the play guitar hero. Satisfied? We aren't "dead in a ditch" as you insisted Gwil, dear.xo"

Ben laughed as the message came through to his phone. Joe was looking over at the smiling blonde, he slid his hand forward to rest on his thigh. This took Ben by surprise as he tried to silently catch his breath.

Joe wanted to lead him on. Build a connection. Then destroy him.

He flicked his eyes back to the TV screen and laid back, switching the tv to Netflix.
"Anything in particular you wanna watch?" He asked.
"The fault in our stars sounds good.." Ben awkwardly suggested. He didn't want to sound too gay, however he was a sucker for John Green.
Joe groaned and rolled his eyes and selected the movie before getting comfortable in the large bed.

Ben stayed at the front of the bed, legs crossed, hands in his lap.
"C'mere.." Joe beckoned.
Stiffly, but surely Ben shuffled himself back to lean against the headboard. Still uncomfortable and clearly cold, Joe didn't want to push him too far so he waited a while.

"You know you can get under the covers if you want?" He laughed
Ben smiles awkwardly and slowly tucked himself under the covers. Joe threw his arm across Ben's shoulders and slowly stroked the top of his shoulder. Ben tilted his head slightly to rest on Joe's shoulder. He looked up slightly, taking in the tiny features of Joe's face before once again, quickly snapping himself out of it.
He shuffled slightly, getting comfortable with his hand resting on Joe's small chest. Head on his shoulder still. He smiled to himself for a second before flashing back to reality and focusing on Augustus' so called "metaphor".

Joe quite liked this added weight on his chest, and for once it was an actual weight, not just anxiety. Ben felt somewhat familiar, despite only really knowing him for a day. He had to change this. He rolled over, about to lean in, when he noticed the tears in Ben's eyes.
"Hey...are you okay? Why are you crying?" He asked, wiping the tears from his face

"No, it's nothing, it's dumb. I just get overly emotional at films like this. It's stupid" Ben laughed, sitting up to wipe his eyes.
Joe simply smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. Ben kisses back, rolling over to straddle Joe's thighs, deepening the kiss.
Joe like it, until he remembered the dream.

This forced him to flip them both other. Grinding his hips on Ben's, breaking the kiss to catch a glimpse of Ben's face, and to move his lips to his neck. Ben whined Joe's name, flipping them over once again, taking control

At this point Joe swallowed his pride, he couldn't bring himself to take over. Ben had Joe a moaning mess, wrapped around his little finger, bucking his hips with every black, blue or red mark left upon his neck. He wanted to scream Ben's name, no one had made him feel like this before. Ben was amazing, a miracle worker. He was like a magician.

Ben broke away to remove Joe's shirt then began to work his way down His bare chest, smirking up at the squirming mess with every kiss, he winked at Joe, before undoing the zipper on his jeans, looking up in search of approval. Joe nodded down before shooting his head backwards as he felt a hand where his underwear used to be.

One thing led to another and before he knew it he was screaming Ben's name as the top of his voice, eyes rolling back.

Ben crawled back up kissing Joe once again on the lips before resuming his previous position of resting his head on the now half naked boy's shoulder.

Joe knew this was going to be a good reason, Ben was amazing at sucking dick, and what's more
He could feel Ben was getting attached, meaning the heartbreak he could cause could be devastating. As evil as it was, Joe looked forward to this however he found one problem as he looked at those green eyes.

Was he also becoming attached? Perhaps he was in too deep already?