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Boy, you guys are getting spoiled - another Ben/Michael story from me. :-) Anyway, this is part of my New Year's Resolution. I have had my
smut69 claims for over a year and only written 12 stories. I have resolved that I will write at least a story a week this year to help bring that number down. If I can get more out, then that's good, too. I think I also need to realize that I don''t need to write novels every time. Short little ficlets like this will work just fine. Right? Anywho, on with the story!
Title: Unstoppable
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17 (nothing too graphic, though)
Word count: 396
Prompt: #5 - Rings
Table o' Smut
Notes: Thanks to
seersha for the bunny.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
I’m working in the shop, shelving some new comics that came in when I catch the winter sun flashing off the gold ring on my finger. It’s only been there a few days and it still catches me by surprise whenever I see it. Honestly, I never thought I’d actually have a ring on my finger. Yes, I always dreamed about finding that one guy to spend the rest of my life with. But actually getting married always seemed like such an impossibility. Although now that it’s there, I can’t imagine not having it.
I remember that first night, what was supposed to have been our honeymoon – we were camped out under the freezing Canadian winter. It was so cold. Ben and I were laying wrapped up in each other, my back to his chest, and he grabbed my left hand with his. When I saw those two bands next to each other on our fingers, something came over me and I just rolled over and practically attacked Ben. It was a good thing we had a tent to ourselves. You would think most people on their honeymoon would have very gentle and loving sex. Not us. It was wild and wanton animal lust. It was the best sex we ever had. We just ripped the clothes off each other, not caring where they landed or if anything ripped. Sucking and licking any flesh that came within our reach. It was one of those Earth shaking moments you hear people talk about but don’t ever think actually happens. Well, it does. And let me tell you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. I may be a writer, but I don’t think there are any words in any language to explain the feeling. It’s like feeling so completely a part of someone else that you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. It’s knowing what the other person is feeling without either of you having to say a word.
And as we lay together afterwards, our left hands entwined again, this sense of peace came over me. I knew that no matter what happened Ben would always be there for me. Together we would be able to face anything. Because we were stronger as a couple than we were apart. And as long as those rings were on our fingers, we were unstoppable.
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Title: Unstoppable
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17 (nothing too graphic, though)
Word count: 396
Prompt: #5 - Rings
Table o' Smut
Notes: Thanks to
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Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
I’m working in the shop, shelving some new comics that came in when I catch the winter sun flashing off the gold ring on my finger. It’s only been there a few days and it still catches me by surprise whenever I see it. Honestly, I never thought I’d actually have a ring on my finger. Yes, I always dreamed about finding that one guy to spend the rest of my life with. But actually getting married always seemed like such an impossibility. Although now that it’s there, I can’t imagine not having it.
I remember that first night, what was supposed to have been our honeymoon – we were camped out under the freezing Canadian winter. It was so cold. Ben and I were laying wrapped up in each other, my back to his chest, and he grabbed my left hand with his. When I saw those two bands next to each other on our fingers, something came over me and I just rolled over and practically attacked Ben. It was a good thing we had a tent to ourselves. You would think most people on their honeymoon would have very gentle and loving sex. Not us. It was wild and wanton animal lust. It was the best sex we ever had. We just ripped the clothes off each other, not caring where they landed or if anything ripped. Sucking and licking any flesh that came within our reach. It was one of those Earth shaking moments you hear people talk about but don’t ever think actually happens. Well, it does. And let me tell you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. I may be a writer, but I don’t think there are any words in any language to explain the feeling. It’s like feeling so completely a part of someone else that you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. It’s knowing what the other person is feeling without either of you having to say a word.
And as we lay together afterwards, our left hands entwined again, this sense of peace came over me. I knew that no matter what happened Ben would always be there for me. Together we would be able to face anything. Because we were stronger as a couple than we were apart. And as long as those rings were on our fingers, we were unstoppable.