Ben sat in the isolation booth. It most likely wasn't his best plan to aggressively launch himself at his boyfriend's ex...right in front of the head of sixth.
He immediately regretting it as he felt himself flying at the pathetic excuse of a boy behind him, he knew Joe would be furious for starters, seeing as he drew attention to the two of them, causing speculation to form about the two of them.
He tapped his battered pencil against the cheap plastic walls, staring straight at the wall in front of him. He felt a stern hand on his shoulder and stood up, turning to follow the head of sixth down the narrow, grey corridor.
He didn't pay any attention to the 6foot something middle aged man talking to him, just the peeling paint on the uneven walls.
He zoned out for the entire ordeal, his ears ringing as the stern man explained that he was to be suspended from school for the next week. He didn't even flinch when the secretary was ordered to phone his mother. Of course she wouldn't be able to make it, she'd probably be drunk or passed out by now.
He found himself walking home. Scuffing his feet along the pavement, kicking the occasional stone. He found himself, quite literally, stood calmly at the familiar crossroads, with no desire to run.
He couldn't decide which way to turn. Instead of going home, he found himself walking towards Joe's house.
He knew that nobody would be home, seeing as Joe's dad was still away, and Joe would be at school for another 4 hours.
He reached the house and dumped his heavy bag down on the doorstep. He sat down and curled his arms around his knees, and waited.
He sat for hours, eventually laying flat on his back. He felt his eyes grow tired until eventually he was asleep. Startling only at a frustrated grunt and foot kicking his side
"Get up. What the fuck are you doing here, Ben?"
"Joe!" He exclaimed "I missed you, I need to apologise I'm so sorry I-"
"Get inside" Joe grumbled, twisting the key in the lock.
"I'm sorry. I know you didn't want to draw attention to us, I just couldn't stand letting him look at you as if you were a piece of meat, especially after everything."
"Ben! You know he means nothing to me. You're all I care about my love!"
"I know. I know. I don't know it freaked me out."
"Ben you know full well that you're more likely to drive me away by acting up rather than fucking communicating with me!"
"I know! If I could help it I would. It's just- It kinda..It all became too familiar!"
"What do you mean??"
"You, Him, the looks, I don't even have to see them to know it's there! It's all too familiar and I'm terrified of what happened last time. Of what I did!"
"Ben...what did you do?" Joe was now slightly concerned. Perhaps he was overthinking. It could be perfectly fine.
Ben was silent. Staring at the wall.
"Ben! Tell me now, what happened!"
"Nothing. It's nothing. I didn't do anything"
"Well something must have happened. What is it exactly that is too familiar?
"You don't understa-You..you can't know! If you knew who I was you would never trust me. I'd lose you. You wouldn't love me anymore and I can't live with that."
"Well you're losing me as we fucking speak. Tell me what happened! Who were you?"
"Exactly who I am now- that's the thing, I haven't changed and I'm desperately trying to do it doesn't happen again!"
"So What doesn't happen again, Ben?"
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Ben stood in the back corner of the church, he leant up a large column fiddling with a lighter in his coat pocket.
He smirked at the vicar, stood proudly reading from the bible, before diverting his attention to the Vicar's secret boy toy. He winked at the twenty something year old.
The Vicar would often give this secret lover of his a flirty look here, or bedroom eyes there during his speeches.
He signalled for the boy to meet him outside before sneaking out of the large, echoing building.
He stood against the wall, waiting for his undercover lover to meet him.
He lit up the joint he had been keeping in the tin in his back pocket. He took a deep drag before kissing the taller man, breathing into his mouth.
He smirked before breaking away and passing the joint across.
He knew that was slightly gross, but he felt like hot shit in the moment, so he shrugged it off.
He slowly walked towards the man, pulling his tie harshly. Bringing their faces closer together, quickly turning away to hide once he heard the congregation leaving the church. The two stood in silence waiting for the church to empty, vicar included before making their way inside.
The thing is, nobody knew about the vicars secret affairs. They couldn't know that the Vicar had a toy boy more than half his age. Ben knew different.
Ben knew that the Vicar's little secret, or Peter, as he was named, wasn't the Vicar's sun as they told everyone, but in fact his lover. And Ben was keen to take him off of his hands.
This wouldn't be the first time they would fuck in the house of god, or the first time their moans would echo through the choir stalls, or the first time their cries would rattle the organ tubes.
However it would be their last.
The vicar would soon burst through the doors looking for Peter, shocked to find him on his knees, he certainly wasn't praying.Ben laid back in the wooden pew, his breathing quickened before
"PETER! What is this?" Bellowed the vicar.
Both boys panicked, fixing their clothes and hair before exiting the pew, standing next to each other in the aisle. The vicar angrily stormed towards them, clearly fuming.
"What the fuck are you doing with him, Benjamin. And don't give me any soppy bullshit like "you have feelings for each other" because you don't. Why would you? The only thing he's good for is a good fuck, which I assume you know by now" scoffed the vicar.
"Stay back, I'm telling you!" Ben warned shakily. Peter was silent as the vicar continued to come towards them
Ben was about to protest before he saw the vicar take a candle holder to Peter's head. Before he could swing, Ben launched himself at the vicar, pinning him down and throwing punches
He punched and punched, spitting in his face.
Peter screamed in fear as the Vicar slowly lost consciousness. Ben couldn't make a sound as he stepped away. Panicking from inside
He didn't want to know if the vicar was still breathing. Little did he know his problem was about to get worse. At the doorway stood the old lady who cleaned the church. She had seen everything.
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"Nothing Joe! It's nothing. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything."
Ben was crying now at the memories. He reached forward to hug Joe, tighter than ever. He was terrified.
"Ben, honey, we'll talk later. You go get in my bed. You're clearly exhausted. I'll be up in 5 okay?" Joe soothed Him.
"It's okay. It's all going to be fine Ben..."
A/N: heyyy, so I guess I'm back.
Wanna say a huge thank you to DoctorQueensAnatomy for helping me write the concept for this chapter. Definitely check out her stuff if you get the time bc that shits good, although I will not be held responsible for any emotional trauma.
Lotta love as always, take care
~Chlo x
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