hate is a strong word (bxb)

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"So, is this a thing now?" Braxton questioned upon entering Ben's house. 

Ben knew very well what Braxton was inquiring about, but he wanted to stall on answering that for as long as he humanly could. Truthfully, he didn't know the answer. He didn't want it to be a thing, but he also didn't want it to not be a thing. He wanted everything and nothing at the same time, and god did it confuse the living hell out of him.

"Is what going to be a thing?" Ben asked as he brought Braxton up to his room.

Following closely behind, he responded, saying, "you know, me and you? Having sex?"

"Clearly it's a thing that's happening, but that doesn't mean it has to be a thing," Ben found that this would be the most fitting explanation that he could think of.

Ben felt a tad bit shaky--anxious, even. This was something he wanted to do, yes, but it felt weird to him. Looking at the boy besides him and knowing what was going to happen soon was an almost foreign feeling to him. He never had a relationship like this before--so spontaneous, so different. 

"You're saying it's not a thing, but it's a thing? That doesn't make any sense," Braxton scrunched his nose as they walked into Ben's room.

Braxton began to peek around the room. The walls were a light shade of blue and the floors were covered with a plain hard-wood flooring. The exterior was calm, and Braxton thought that it matched Ben's aura. Sure, Ben bickered with him quite a bit, but he knew that Ben didn't naturally like to fight like Braxton did. He noticed that Ben liked the quiet and all things that were simple and calm. He supposed that was why Ben couldn't help but be annoyed with someone as obnoxious as Braxton. Though Braxton could be obnoxious, he wasn't oblivious.

He also noticed that the room was small--delicate looking, even. He supposed that was also quite like Ben. Even the bed was small.

"What? Am I supposed to fuck you on a bed that small? How'll we both fit?"

"There's plenty of room," Ben argued, "it's big enough for me."

"But you're small."

"I'm not small!" he exclaimed angrily, "I'm nearly five eight. That's not small."

"But you're a skinny thing," Braxton insisted. 

Sure, Ben was a little bit on the skinnier side. He wouldn't call himself a twink, but there was no denying the fact that he didn't have the broadest build. Despite this, he didn't want to admit that was true. So, angrily, he replied, "fuck you."

"Yeah, I mean, that's why I'm here, right?" Braxton joked, failing to amuse Ben in the slightest, "if only the two of us could fit on that thing you call a bed."

"I'll fucking show you that we'll fit," Ben grabbed Braxton roughly, shoving him down on the bed and falling on top of him.

"Getting rough, are we?"

"Just shut up and fuck me, alright?"

"Aye aye, Captain."

Ben scrunched his nose at Braxton's stupid choice of words. He couldn't think of a less sexy thing that could've been said in that moment. "Just, just shut the fuck up too."

It doesn't take a genius to color in the picture and guess what happened after that.