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]

"Guh."

Ender took a firmer grasp of Ben's butt and pulled him in close, rocking up against him in turn.

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Ben's breath hitched. "Kriff, you feel good."

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"You too," Ender murmured, nipping at his bottom lip.

On any ordinary night, this would've been where he'd suggest going upstairs. As it stood... no. Not yet.

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Ben was in no hurry, either. Down here was safe--upstairs was where nerve-rattling things would happen.

"Love you," he whispered, sliding his hand up Ender's inner thigh.

Get used to hearing that, Ender. Ben would be reinforcing that idea a lot tonight.

[endsthegame]

Ender sighed softly, giving Ben's rear another squeeze. Because it was nice. And he could.

"Love you too," he said, parting his legs somewhat to give Ben some more space.

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Ben sighed softly and slid his hand almost all the way up Ender's leg, paused and then slid his hand down the other leg.

"Pants?" he whispered, sounding more nervous than he wanted to.

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"Pants," Ender confirmed gently, leaning in to kiss Ben, stroking his fingers up Ben's spine.

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"I feel like I'm making out with you for the first time back in our hotel room in Canada," Ben complained. "All fingers and worries."

[endsthegame]

Ender laughed, pressing a kiss to Ben's neck. "That worked out all right, if I recall."

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"Well, yes," Ben had to admit. "I just wanted to kiss as much of you as you'd let me."

He leaned up and ran his tongue around the shell of Ender's ear. "All this time later, that still hasn't changed," he murmured.

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Ender made an appreciative noise and ran his own finger along one of Ben's scars. "It seems to have gotten worse," he said. "For you and for me."

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"I'm starting to think it might just be a permanent affliction," Ben said with a tiny smile, nipping at Ender's earlobe and sliding his fingers along the waistband of Ender's pants.

[endsthegame]

"Then really, there's nothing to have worries about," Ender said, trailing his fingers through Ben's hair. "We'll always have kissing."

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"And we are very, very good at that part," Ben said softly, kissing him again, then leaning his forehead against Ender's. "Take me to bed, kreetle."

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"I will," Ender murmured, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to that forehead of Ben's. "But you'll have to set me free first."

What with being pinned against the couch right now.

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"Oh yeah," Ben said, blushing and sitting up.

Ow, uncomfortable pants issue.

[endsthegame]

Ender knew that look by now; he was leaning over to open up Ben's fly with barely even a thought.

Nobody needed anyone getting smooshed or pinched tonight.

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Ben grinned a little wryly at him. "I love you."

[endsthegame]

Ender pecked him on the mouth for that one.

"Come on," he said, getting up - and adjusting his own pants.

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"This better not be a fashion trend," Ben teased, swatting Ender's ass and heading for the stairs, "because we look ridiculous."

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Ender chuckled and followed him up. "Oh, I intend to get you out of those pants entirely as soon as possible."

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"Promises, promises," Ben singsonged, covering some of his nervousness with jokes.

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Ender snagged him by the back of his pants as soon as he was upstairs, nudging him up against the wall and tugging on Ben's waistband. "I tend to keep mine," he pointed out.

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"True," Ben gasped, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the wall.

Their poor, poor walls.

[endsthegame]

Ender kept his word about the pants, reaching down with his hand to, ah, distract Ben as soon as they were out of the way.