Ben and Michael drabbles

I have just started writing drabbles as a change from the long fics I usually do, so thought I would share them with you. Hope you enjoy them, I am finding they are becoming very addictive to write.


Love comes to people in many different ways. Sometimes it hits you like a lightning bolt. Other times it sneaks up on you unexpectedly. For me it was when I was sitting in my dusty comic book store eating a sandwich. The bell over the door tinkled and I looked up and saw my future standing before me.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Ben asked, dropping down onto the couch next to me.
"Sandwiches, comics and you." I replied, pulling him to me and kissing him deeply.
"Is there a connection here I am missing?" he asked, when we finally came up for air, the smile that turns me into a puddle of drool crossing his face.
"Yeah" I replied, pulling him to his feet and leading him to our bedroom "Love"

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I watched as Ben helped Hunter with his homework. Heads close together, smiles crossing their faces when questions were asked and answered correctly. The love between them was unmistakable. Hunter maybe my son as well, but he and Ben shared something that I could never completely understand and I would be forever grateful for whatever forces were at work that had bought this child into our lives, giving Ben the son he never thought he would have. If the unthinkable were to ever happen, that one day I would lose either of them, these moments would stay with me forever.

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Michael snuggled up closer to me, his head resting on my chest.
“Ben?’
“What is it baby?”
“Can you imagine us having Sunday afternoon cuddles in 30 years?”
Tears blurred my eyes at his words. Could I imagine it, yes. Would I let myself, no.
Michael may not be able to stop himself looking to the future but I couldn’t allow myself that luxury. It would be tempting fate, dreaming of a moment that maybe unattainable although desperately wanted.
“I love you Michael”
He looked up, the smile that makes my heart skip a beat on his face.
“I know.”

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I watch Michael as he sleeps. His eyelashes flutter slightly, a smile twitches at his lips and I wonder what he is dreaming. His hand snakes out searching for mine, and I hear a soft sigh escape from him when he finds it. I hope he knows how much I love him, how I only feel half alive when we are apart. His love envelopes me like a blanket, making me feel safe and secure. Every minute spent with him is locked away in a special place in my mind. I live and breathe him. Without him I am nothing.

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His hair was matted with blood. His face swollen and bruised, soot and blood tracing thin trails down his cheeks making him almost unrecognisable. The only visual sign he was still with me was the rhythmical rise and fall of his chest. I closed my eyes sending a silent prayer to unseen Gods, prepared to bargain with the devil himself for him not to be taken from me
Gentle pressure on my hand made my heart skip a beat. I opened my eyes to be met by the most beautiful brown eyes in the world and my tears fell.

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The sound of water running woke me. I climbed out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom, opening the door quietly a smile crossing my face as I took in the sight in front of me. The steam cast a glow around his body, droplets of water glistened on his skin, making me lick my lips in anticipation. He turned to face me, his blue eyes sending me a message which needed no words. I walked towards him slowly and into his arms as the water cascaded over us and I lost myself in the taste and feel of him.

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“Daddy?” JR asked, snuggling deeper into my lap as I closed the storybook.
“Yes sweetheart”
“Where’s Uncle Ben?”
Unwanted tears stung my eyes. Ben had been gone almost a year but she still asked that question everytime she came to visit.
I wanted to tell her he was in my heart, my soul and my dreams every moment but instead I gave her the answer I knew she wanted to hear.
“He’s with the angels”
She reached up and brushed away my tears, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Don’t cry Daddy, the angels are looking after him for you”


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I stood in the doorway, holding a breakfast tray, and looked at him sleeping. God, he was beautiful. He had kicked off the blankets and I could see every part of his body, from his chiseled chest down to his muscular legs. My cock twitched and I knew I wanted those legs wrapped around me now. I walked over and sat on the bed.
“Ben?”
“Morning baby.”
He stretched. That sight was enough to send a warm flush through my body making me shiver.
“What’s for breakfast?”
“I made bacon and eggs but decided you needed something else.”
“What?”
“Me.”


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I woke to soft butterfly kisses on my face and gentle hands caressing my skin, sending a warm glow through my body. When his mouth found mine, I surrendered to him completely, every part of our bodies touching, lost in a moment which I knew would soon take me to heights of unimaginable pleasure.
“Open your eyes Michael”
The lust in his eyes took my breath away, my body ached to be taken by him. He pushed me gently onto my back and began to make slow and exquisite love to me leaving me breathless and crying out for more.