Ben & Ender's house on Shakespeare [some evening]

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Ben was curled up on the sofa with Ender's rather dry book on anatomy after Ben's research into the subject had brought up suggestions like "Bend Over," "Eating Out," and other titles that had sent Ben into an unhelpful cycle of flail. (Jane had a wicked sense of humor, not that Ben knew that.)

He had a dish of ice cream while he waited for dinner to warm up--his only outward sign of nerves--and kept glancing at the door waiting for Ender to come home.

Just another night, right? If he kept repeating that to himself, maybe he'd believe it.

[OOC: This is going to get waaaaaaay NWS, methinks. For the boy.]

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[endsthegame]

"True," Ender said, and fell silent, watching Ben with a fond expression on his face.

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Ben glanced over at him as they got closer to the house and smiled back. "What?"

[endsthegame]

"Nothing," Ender said. "You look happy."

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"I am happy," Ben said quietly.

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled down at his feet.

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Ben reached out to squeeze his hand. "Love you."

[endsthegame]

Ender squeezed his hand back. "Love you too," he said. "But please decelerate before we run into our own house."

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"That would be embarrassing," Ben laughed, bringing them to a stop in front of their home.

[endsthegame]

Ender chuckled. "Especially for you," he said, slipping out the door, "Oh skimmer-whisperer."

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"Well, everyone has their own talent," Ben said, chuckling as he headed back inside.

[endsthegame]

"It's actually what some of the guys have started to call you," Ender said, poking him in the side, then turning to shut the door.

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Ben blushed hard. "Seriously?"

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"When they think you're not looking," Ender agreed, stepping closer to him.

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Ben leaned his head against Ender's. "Guess that means they like me."

[endsthegame]

"You're a part of the community," Ender said, smiling at him. "Congratulations."

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"Thanks," Ben said, smiling back. "It's nice to belong, however temporary."

[endsthegame]

Ender put his hands on Ben's hips. "Enjoy it," he murmured. "You earned it. And it has nothing to do with whose son you are."

He leaned in and kissed Ben.

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"Or whose house I live in?" Ben replied softly.

[endsthegame]

"Or whose house you live in," Ender agreed, cupping Ben's cheek. "People like you. You're nice. You're smart. You're kind of a dork... and you're always willing to help."

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Ben kissed him. "Only kind of a dork?"

[endsthegame]

"Completely a dork," Ender said, kissing him back.

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Ben made a happy noise low in his throat and pulled Ender closer against him. "At least you're honest."

[endsthegame]

Ender was more than happy to get closer - and to give Ben's behind a good grope.

Memories of a few hours ago made him kiss Ben back more enthusiastically. "I happen to be fond of it."

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Ben's little noises got louder. "Upstairs?" he suggested.

[endsthegame]

"Please," Ender said, nipping at his bottom lip.