At first living together was an easy transition. Sure there were some issues. Mat’s messiness for a start. He tended to just leave things where he’d last used them so coffee cups in the bathroom where he finished it before cleaning his teeth, towels in the living room where he’d dried himself off listening to music and then just left it on the floor, and clothes could be left literally anywhere.
Ben would pick things up with a sigh and say “please Mat, could you at least try to put things in the washing basket/in the kitchen/on the towel rail” and Mat would look contrite, and agree to try really hard, and then wander out leaving a trail of random debris behind him.
Mat found Ben’s clean freakery equally baffling. While it was lovely to live in a house where the towels were always clean and you never had to scrape 3 days worth of dinner off the plates before you wanted to use them, it would be nice occasionally to just not tidy up immediately after you’d done something. Honestly there were times he’d barely put his knife and fork down before Ben had whisked the plate into the dishwasher.
Sometimes just to tease Ben he would come to bed armed with chocolate sauce or whipped cream. Watching Ben being torn between “mmmmm food sex” and “but think of the sheets” was hilarious, especially as food sex always won in the end.
These were minor quibbles though. They spent most of their time in bed or curled up on the sofa, laughing, cuddling, and kissing which normally led back to the bedroom – or not, Mat being far keener to explore other places for sex.
If they did have to be separated for any reason, like work, they would sit there looking woebegone until the other returned. The others were torn between finding it incredibly sweet and wanting to throw up
“oh god no, it’s the ‘where’s Mat?’ woobie face” said Larry throwing himself down next to Ben, “relax mate, he’s only next door, no-one’s come and taken him in the night!”
Ben poked his tongue out “I was not doing a woobie face as you call it”
“you so were” Larry clapped his hand to his head and sighed dramatically “where’s Mat, I cannot cope if I can’t see him every minute of every day, I am soooo alone without him, I cannot breathe” and he collapsed dramatically across Ben’s lap
“get off me Rickard” said Ben heaving him up “I don’t know where you’ve been”
Martha came over “is it safe?” she asked “or is he pining again?”
“he’s pining” said Larry, “would you like a sickbag? I’ve got some spare ones”
“hahaha, you’re so funny you should do comedy for a living” deadpanned Ben
The studio light flashed from red back to green, and Mat came out with Jim
Larry ran over to him “Mat thank god you’re back! Ben was just about to die from loneliness without you”
Ben rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the rather dopey smile on his face as Mat came over and brushed a kiss across his lips
“i’ll just de Egyptian and then we can go”
Yes, life was good, so very good, except for one thing.....Ben’s jealousy
Unprompted Fill 2/? Green eyed monster
Ben would pick things up with a sigh and say “please Mat, could you at least try to put things in the washing basket/in the kitchen/on the towel rail” and Mat would look contrite, and agree to try really hard, and then wander out leaving a trail of random debris behind him.
Mat found Ben’s clean freakery equally baffling. While it was lovely to live in a house where the towels were always clean and you never had to scrape 3 days worth of dinner off the plates before you wanted to use them, it would be nice occasionally to just not tidy up immediately after you’d done something. Honestly there were times he’d barely put his knife and fork down before Ben had whisked the plate into the dishwasher.
Sometimes just to tease Ben he would come to bed armed with chocolate sauce or whipped cream. Watching Ben being torn between “mmmmm food sex” and “but think of the sheets” was hilarious, especially as food sex always won in the end.
These were minor quibbles though. They spent most of their time in bed or curled up on the sofa, laughing, cuddling, and kissing which normally led back to the bedroom – or not, Mat being far keener to explore other places for sex.
If they did have to be separated for any reason, like work, they would sit there looking woebegone until the other returned. The others were torn between finding it incredibly sweet and wanting to throw up
“oh god no, it’s the ‘where’s Mat?’ woobie face” said Larry throwing himself down next to Ben, “relax mate, he’s only next door, no-one’s come and taken him in the night!”
Ben poked his tongue out “I was not doing a woobie face as you call it”
“you so were” Larry clapped his hand to his head and sighed dramatically “where’s Mat, I cannot cope if I can’t see him every minute of every day, I am soooo alone without him, I cannot breathe” and he collapsed dramatically across Ben’s lap
“get off me Rickard” said Ben heaving him up “I don’t know where you’ve been”
Martha came over “is it safe?” she asked “or is he pining again?”
“he’s pining” said Larry, “would you like a sickbag? I’ve got some spare ones”
“hahaha, you’re so funny you should do comedy for a living” deadpanned Ben
The studio light flashed from red back to green, and Mat came out with Jim
Larry ran over to him “Mat thank god you’re back! Ben was just about to die from loneliness without you”
Ben rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the rather dopey smile on his face as Mat came over and brushed a kiss across his lips
“i’ll just de Egyptian and then we can go”
Yes, life was good, so very good, except for one thing.....Ben’s jealousy