Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
[RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs.
Date: 2011-12-12 10:32 pm (UTC)Greg shifted awkwardly in his seat. He watched Ben down another larger. They eyed each other, their eyebrows conveying the boredom they both felt. All night they had sat there winning nothing at all. The minutes passed slowly, each glance at the watch seemed like time was going backwards not forwards.
They were at the BAFTAs, earlier that evening Greg had slipped past the crowds, not wanting to be noticed. He didn't mind saying hello to a few fans, though. It was still incredibly barmy to him that he had fans, but there they were. He'd happily watched the others from the warmth of the inside as they met the fans that had travelled from quite a distance just to say hello for about 5 minutes.
Another winner was announced.
"Damn." Ben muttered, tracing the rim of his pint glass with his finger. Greg swallowed, watching his finger intently. He reached over to place a reassuring hand on Ben's leg but misjudged slightly, and his hand landed higher up Ben's thigh than expected. He swallowed again.
"We'll get there, don't worry. Even if we don't, it'll be one hell of an after party." He whispered, letting his hand linger. After a moment he smiled and lifted his hand to take a sip of his sparkling water. "Especially if Simon gets the vodka out again."
At this Ben chuckled, his mood brightening slightly. "Thanks, Greg."
He glanced down at his thigh, almost wishing Greg's hand was still on it. It was comforting to him and strangely felt like it fit there. When he knew nobody was looking, he leaned over to whisper in his ear with a smirk. "If we do win, what's the betting that Jim and Mat'll finally kiss?"
Greg snorted, almost spitting out his drink. "Maybe you should be drinking this, rather than-" He gulped, feeling Ben's hand on his thigh. "...what are you?"
"Huh?" He smiled innocently, bending his fingers and then stretching them back out again against the fabric of Greg's trouser leg. Every touch made Greg shudder.
"B-Ben..."
"Ooh, look, it's the film nominations!" Ben said, ignoring Greg as he looked at the stage, his hand still on Greg's thigh, his fingers stroking a little higher. He knew exactly what he was doing as he felt the muscle tense under his hand.
"What are you doing?" Greg hissed.
"You know exactly what I'm doing, Jenner. And I know you don't mind one bit." Ben commented, taking a moment to glance away from the stage and at Greg, whose face struggled to provide a frown. His fingers found the waistband of his trousers and subtly unhooked them at the top, pulling down the zipper next. He was in control. He liked that. Greg frowned, trying not to succumb to Ben's touch but he just couldn't help it. He shuddered a little, trying to keep his face as relaxed as possible, unlike the part of his body that Ben's hand had now wrapped around.
A grunt escaped his lips, carefully covered with a cough. He leant over, fiddling with his knife and fork and avoiding everyone else's gaze. He felt Ben's hand moving up and then down, his grip firm. Ben's eyebrows raised at Greg's clearly obvious expression. If it wasn't for that he wouldn't have realised that he'd been biting his lip. His breathing sped up slightly at the same time as the hand wrapped around his cock. He felt Ben's thumb stroke his tip quickly, causing another shiver to run down his spine. "Ben..." he whispered, half mumbling, trying desperately not to moan.
"Excuse me." He announced, giving the cue for Ben to slide his hand out from under his waistband. Greg zipped up his trousers and stood up, slightly hunched over. His hand subtly slid into his pocket, hiding the evidence of the events underneath the table. He gave Ben the eyes that clearly translated as 'Meet me in five minutes.' He slipped out of the hall and into the Men's loos. In the mirror he could see beads of sweat already forming among his mass of curls. With a laugh, he leant against the sinks as he caught his breath, waiting for the arrival of the man he now longed for with every inch of his being; Ben Willbond.
Re: [RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs.
Date: 2011-12-12 10:38 pm (UTC)Re: [RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs.
Date: 2011-12-13 07:20 am (UTC)*high fives nonny*
Re: [RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs.
Date: 2011-12-13 06:27 pm (UTC)