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switch842Title: Welcome to the Leather Parade
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 729
Prompt: #8 - Leather
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: Thanks totaytay4936 for the beta and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erinanderson for help with the title.
It was the night of Babylon’s annual Leather Ball and Michael was nervously pacing in his small apartment. He wasn’t normally this nervous, but he had bought something for Ben and was hoping he would be agreeable to wearing them.
He couldn’t help himself, though. He had gone back to Torso with Emmett after they met for lunch and…they just called out to him. “Buy me!” he heard. “Ben will look so hot in me!” And Michael had to agree. They were a pair of deep chocolate brown leather pants cut straight down the leg with some decorative stitching on the back pocket. Ben really would look amazing in them. And, if Michael was honest with himself, he always had a bit of a thing for guys in leather.
When he got home from the store, he went through the closet, trying to find a shirt Ben might have that would go well with the pants. He finally settled on a cream colored short-sleeve button down that matched the stitching. The shirt would pull tight across Ben’s chest as the pants hugged his ass just right. He laid it all out on the bed so it would be ready when Ben got home. He couldn’t wait.
But now he was getting nervous. What if Ben didn’t like it? What if Ben thought he was crazy for doing this? Oh, god. Ben was going to hate him! He was just about to run into the bedroom and throw it all into the back of the closet when he heard Ben’s key in the door. Crap. Too late now.
“Hi, babe,” Ben called.
“Hi,” Michael said as he walked over to greet Ben with a kiss. “How were classes?”
“Good, actually. I think the students are really starting to get into the material.”
“That’s good,” he said all the while thinking about some other material he’d like to get Ben into.
“Is something wrong?” Ben asked.
“What? No. Why would you think that?”
“You just seem a bit distracted.”
“Oh. Well, um, there was one thing. But it’s nothing bad,” he hastily added.
“OK.”
“Well, as you know, tonight is the Leather Ball at Babylon. And, well, I was out with Emmett and I kind of bought you something?”
“You did, huh?” Ben asked.
“Yeah, it’s, um, it’s on the bed if you want to take a look.”
Ben gave him an interesting look as he crossed to go see what Michael had done. He opened the door and closed it behind him. Michael waited. And waited. And waited. ‘Shit,’ Michael thought. ‘He hates it.’
Just as he was about to go apologize and say that Ben didn’t have to wear them the door opened and Ben stepped out in the pants and shirt Michael had chosen.
“Is this what you had in mind?” Ben asked seductively.
Michael’s mouth went dry at the sight before him. The pants were perfect. They looked like they had almost been spray painted on. And the shirt was amazing. Ben had rolled the short sleeves even shorter and left all but one button in the middle undone.
“You…you look amazing,” Michael whispered.
“You think so?” Ben asked as he gave a little spin.
“Oh, yeah. I’m starting to rethink going out.”
Michael stopped in front of Ben, running his hands over the shirt on his chest and down to the leather covering his thighs. He moaned softly at the feel of the supple leather surrounding Ben’s powerful legs. He reached up and forcefully pressed their lips together. He needed Ben so much right now, he couldn’t stand it. As good as Ben looked in those clothes, the only thing he could think about was getting them off. He tried to reach for the one button on his shirt and groaned as his hands were pushed away.
“Uh uh uh,” Ben said. “You wanted me in this and I’m staying in it. Let’s go to Babylon. I promise it will be worth your while.”
Michael’s eyes went straight for Ben’s ass as he watched him practically sashay towards the door. He could feel the drool filling his mouth as he followed the path up the broad back to strong shoulders and met sparkling blue eyes. Michael chuckled as he was caught in the strong gaze.
This was going to be a long night.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 729
Prompt: #8 - Leather
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: Thanks to
taytay4936 for the beta and erinanderson for help with the title.It was the night of Babylon’s annual Leather Ball and Michael was nervously pacing in his small apartment. He wasn’t normally this nervous, but he had bought something for Ben and was hoping he would be agreeable to wearing them.
He couldn’t help himself, though. He had gone back to Torso with Emmett after they met for lunch and…they just called out to him. “Buy me!” he heard. “Ben will look so hot in me!” And Michael had to agree. They were a pair of deep chocolate brown leather pants cut straight down the leg with some decorative stitching on the back pocket. Ben really would look amazing in them. And, if Michael was honest with himself, he always had a bit of a thing for guys in leather.
When he got home from the store, he went through the closet, trying to find a shirt Ben might have that would go well with the pants. He finally settled on a cream colored short-sleeve button down that matched the stitching. The shirt would pull tight across Ben’s chest as the pants hugged his ass just right. He laid it all out on the bed so it would be ready when Ben got home. He couldn’t wait.
But now he was getting nervous. What if Ben didn’t like it? What if Ben thought he was crazy for doing this? Oh, god. Ben was going to hate him! He was just about to run into the bedroom and throw it all into the back of the closet when he heard Ben’s key in the door. Crap. Too late now.
“Hi, babe,” Ben called.
“Hi,” Michael said as he walked over to greet Ben with a kiss. “How were classes?”
“Good, actually. I think the students are really starting to get into the material.”
“That’s good,” he said all the while thinking about some other material he’d like to get Ben into.
“Is something wrong?” Ben asked.
“What? No. Why would you think that?”
“You just seem a bit distracted.”
“Oh. Well, um, there was one thing. But it’s nothing bad,” he hastily added.
“OK.”
“Well, as you know, tonight is the Leather Ball at Babylon. And, well, I was out with Emmett and I kind of bought you something?”
“You did, huh?” Ben asked.
“Yeah, it’s, um, it’s on the bed if you want to take a look.”
Ben gave him an interesting look as he crossed to go see what Michael had done. He opened the door and closed it behind him. Michael waited. And waited. And waited. ‘Shit,’ Michael thought. ‘He hates it.’
Just as he was about to go apologize and say that Ben didn’t have to wear them the door opened and Ben stepped out in the pants and shirt Michael had chosen.
“Is this what you had in mind?” Ben asked seductively.
Michael’s mouth went dry at the sight before him. The pants were perfect. They looked like they had almost been spray painted on. And the shirt was amazing. Ben had rolled the short sleeves even shorter and left all but one button in the middle undone.
“You…you look amazing,” Michael whispered.
“You think so?” Ben asked as he gave a little spin.
“Oh, yeah. I’m starting to rethink going out.”
Michael stopped in front of Ben, running his hands over the shirt on his chest and down to the leather covering his thighs. He moaned softly at the feel of the supple leather surrounding Ben’s powerful legs. He reached up and forcefully pressed their lips together. He needed Ben so much right now, he couldn’t stand it. As good as Ben looked in those clothes, the only thing he could think about was getting them off. He tried to reach for the one button on his shirt and groaned as his hands were pushed away.
“Uh uh uh,” Ben said. “You wanted me in this and I’m staying in it. Let’s go to Babylon. I promise it will be worth your while.”
Michael’s eyes went straight for Ben’s ass as he watched him practically sashay towards the door. He could feel the drool filling his mouth as he followed the path up the broad back to strong shoulders and met sparkling blue eyes. Michael chuckled as he was caught in the strong gaze.
This was going to be a long night.
THE END
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