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@bennett-delaney

#{ i break my bones every morning | muse } #ft. bennett #shameless reblogging #but he'll deNY IT

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#{ molten eyes and a smile made for war | visage } #queuecumber

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bennett-delaney‌:

The feeling of Rich’s mouth against his was, for a moment, something that Bennett thought he could sit and admire forever. It was familiar, warm, exciting. Kissing Rich had always felt that way, like it was something they were meant to be doing, forever destined to be in a moment where their lips collided. However, the dream was ruined when the man pulled away, only enough so their lips could part.

Bennett hummed to himself in a similar way to the way Rich did. He opened his eyes, still heavy from the feelings he was experiencing, but managed to meet the dark eyes of his opposite. “What, we’re using scorecards now? How was my technique, better or worse than the last time?” He asked, giving a coy smirk to the man.

"I'm always keeping score, Ben." He might have been teasing, but the soft smile that played over his lips would make it impossible to tell. Despite that, Rich's face read as nothing but absolutely content, and maybe it was the Gin or the surplus of arousal that coursed through his veins, but he almost didn't want to leave the box. Out there, past the curtain, out in the open with prying eyes and loose lips, they were just Rich and Bennett. Separate. Careful. Or, well, careful as they could manage with the occasional slip. Arms loosening from their hold around Bennett, Richie's hands slipped over the curves of his body, settling over his hips as he pondered a thought. A gentle loll of his head gave notice to his contemplation, shoulders heaving as though he'd mad a decision in silence- an argument with which words had never breathed life into. "Look, I know it's still early, but..." Warm fingertips danced just beneath the hem of Bennett's shirt, "Let's get out of here. Come back to mine." He'd leaned forward, lips ghosting over the other man's once more, though the faintness of contact left much to be desired, "Stay the night." Richie smirked lightly, his head tilting back while chestnut pools looked up, "I'll make you breakfast."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #does he even need to finesse bennett this hard

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bennett-delaney‌:

Rich adjusted himself around, ultimately fixing Bennett’s position as well. Now that they were facing each other at eye level, the man couldn’t help but melt into a gentle smile meeting the eyes of his partner. The look on Rich’s face was familiar, though his lips toyed with a coy smile. The softness in his eyes was definite, however.

For a moment the two looked at each other, wondering which one was going to make the first move. It was inevitable that they would be leaving here having kissed each other, it was just a matter of being brazen and biting the bullet. Though naturally, Rich was the one to make the move, and when he captured Bennett’s lips the photo flash went off. His warm lips moved against the other man’s, slower than they usually did, and he savored the taste for a long moment.

Richie could feel Bennett melting into him, their lips coming together in a slow, purposeful kiss. The tips of his fingers remained at the nape of the mans neck, like he were trying to pull him closer still, though it was impossible. This was one of those things, one of those... Out of body experiences that people recalled so fondly. The taste of Bennett's mouth was forever burned onto Rich's tongue, and yet here he sat, eager for a taste because the memory itself would never serve him as well. He could have indulged himself forever. Could easily have allowed his hunger to consume him, and pushed every psychological boundary aside that stopped him from taking the man in that booth right fucking now. But. It felt like no time at all had passed when Richie finally pulled away, the soft velvet of his tongue licking over his lesser lip while he looked up at Bennett through hooded lids. "Hmmm." The sound vibrated coarsely in his throat, a low moan of appreciation meant only for the two of them. A grin spread over his mouth, lips reddened slightly from the intensity of their kiss. "Very good Delaney. Ten out of ten."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #nbd just casually making out wherever possible

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thcomxson‌:

Why she had come to this thing was beyond her. At least this time there was beer involved and a bit of nostalgia. Deja Brew was a place that she had come so often growing up, it was the place that carried the best beers and had the best atmosphere. It also didn’t card for the longest time. Hearing that it had changed hands was anything but ideal, but the least she could do was give it a shot. Though, the second she walked through the door she was starting to regret it. That is, until her knight in shining armor appeared practically out of nowhere. 

“You have come to the right person, I was once a champion beer pong player”, she sighed, a genuine smile coaxing onto stubborn features. Theo took to his side, following him along to the table. “So, this place is different now..”

"Champion?" Richie feigned a little gasp, dramatic as ever in his endeavor while he dipped into a slight bow. "I am in the presence of pong royalty!" A thick brow flitted over his increasingly amused stare, "Thank God you're on my team." The man looked out over the scattered crowd, his attention flickering between the table in the distance and Theo beside him. "That's what people keep saying. This is my first time, if I'm being honest. I kind of always just forgot that this place existed." Whoops. If he'd known about a brewery sooner, maybe he'd have picked up an application before he dove headfirst into his job as a professional danger zone dweller. "Did you know the guy who owned it before?"

#{ theo } #theo: 02

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charliehunter‌:

Charlie watched as his eyes scanned over her trying to gather enough information to figure out who she was. While Charlie had the same exact face as she did when she was a child, it had been far too many years. There was no expecting him to recognize her. Another laugh escaped her lips as he repeated her name back to her. It made her feel old to sit her with someone she knew as a child in a very cliche sort of way. Those times felt like millions of years ago. So much life had happened between then and now, which meant so much of his life had happened to. They were adults now with lives and complications. Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I actually am not in the habit of pushing men down anymore. As if I could if I tried.” Charlie recalled many times when she had gotten in trouble for picking on the boy, but she was a kid. “How have you been? My dad sends his regards - says you left home a while ago..” 

There was considerable slack in Rich's jaw, and he didn't realize how he'd been gawking until he'd felt inclined to laugh. He cleared his throat softly, teeth baring softly into his bottom lip while he nodded along to her words with a grin. "Fair." He agreed, bringing the beer bottle back to his lips and taking a hearty swig. "I tell you, this place keeps right on getting smaller. It's almost supernatural." Rich quirked a brow, "I've been... Alright." It was the closest thing to the truth that he could muster. Still surviving, anyhow, which is what kept reminding himself mattered. "I cut ties with those pricks a while ago." Candorous hues flickered over her face, still soft and not at all as aggressive as his words may have seemed. "Cordelia is in town though. Do you remember her? Man, she must have just been a baby last time we saw each other." Another soft bit of laughter, thick with a layer of irony. "How are you? What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

#{ charlie } #charlie: 02

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bennett-delaney‌:

The feeling of Rich’s hands dancing upon the top of Bennett’s thighs made his breath catch in his throat. He was absolutely at the mercy of just how attracted he was to the other man and how easily he could be manipulated when it came to this kind of thing. Rich made him absolutely melt in the palm of his hands, and he knew it. He knew it so well and used it to his advantage on this particular night.

Bennett shifted his legs slightly to hide the very obvious reason as to why he wanted to be bad. Turning slowly, the man took Rich’s chin in his hand, tilting his head back slightly. He looked down at his mouth, then back to his eyes. “You are in a dangerous spot.” His voice was soft, a whisper, and the breath from his words danced along Rich’s lips as they were close enough to feel it.

The smirk that illuminated his face was nothing if not mischievous, and as Bennett made it all the more clear that Richie's antics were working, it only worked to fuel him further. From beneath the man, Rich adjusted himself, straightening his hips and- with fingers digging heartily into the tops of his companions thighs- straightened him out, too. Now they faced each other more properly, and the devious expression that had danced over his visage had melted into something a little more... endearing. Rich moved to remove the sunglasses from his face then, looking to Bennett with soft eyes and a coy smile. Rich Rockwell? A deviant? Perish the thought. "I know." It was a statement. Simple, and to the point. There was no arguing the fact, no matter which angle you viewed it from. Whether the position he was currently in, or the quickly narrowing road he'd found himself racing down. He was completely, and undeniably, fucked. So what does he do? The most logical thing there is to do, of course. He dislodges his grip from Bennett's legs and allows his fingers to find the soft tufts of dark hair at the back of his neck- curling shamelessly into the tangles as Richie leans forward and captures the mans lips with his own. And once more, the booth snaps a photo.

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #IM DONE NOW #not contributing to this anymore #i am weAK

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett turned towards the camera and tried his very best to focus on the photo that was being taken, but he was suddenly extremely aware of how close the other man was to him. He knew that if he turned his head back to look at Rich, they would be within the range of kissing, and that would just drive Bennett over the edge. He raised his eyebrows at the comment that was made, feeling his cheeks flush bright red with the heat of the alcohol in his system, but also the heat he was experiencing being close to the man that made him feel so much.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from fluttering closed as he felt Rich’s lips brush his skin gently. Oh, this man knew exactly what Bennett liked. Tongue pausing on his bottom lip, the camera went off another time, but this time neither of them seemed to be paying attention.

Words slipping out in something softer than a whisper as if it was too delicate for the rest of the party to hear, Bennett sighed longingly. “First of all, this isn’t helping me be good. It just makes me want to be bad.” He said, spilling the truth to the man beneath him.

Oh, he knew that. Rich was entirely fucking aware of the fact that Bennett was at the mercy of his hands inside these flimsy wooden walls and the tacky see-through curtain— his only saving grace would be to escape before the younger man had pushed him too far. But Richie knew better. Bennett enjoyed this game just as much as he did, even if it was in his best interest to pretend like he didn't. He nodded along, slowly, as though he were agreeing with the other mans humble protests; but his arms had loosened considerably from Bennett's waist and before long his hands had found the tops of his thighs, and really, Richie is just playing with fire here. "I never said I was going to help you be good, miele." The word itself rolled from his tongue in a purr, Rich nipping lightly at the skin just beneath the mans ear. "Honestly, I just really enjoy watching you squirm..."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett waited a moment while Rich thought. He watched him, appreciating his features even though they were covered by a very obnoxious pair of pink sunglasses. They were oversized, of course, and Bennett couldn’t help but smile. Though that smile very soon turned into a loud laugh as he was being handled by the man, very unexpectedly, but not unwanted.

He let Rich adjust him around and suddenly Bennett found himself with his arm around the man’s shoulders, sitting on his lap, feeling positively radiant. “You know, this isn’t as out of place as you would think.” He reached down by the man’s feet and grabbed a very feathery boa, one that screamed in purple and orange, before wrapping it around his neck. “There we go. I think that really takes the cake, don’t you think, Rockwell?” He smiled at the man.

Bennett hadn't fought him, which was fantastic. It meant that even though they were all limbs and tangles in public, the other man wasn't so quick to push him away. The flutter in his gut was almost too familiar, a juvenile kind of sickness that reminded him of when he was a teenager with a crush, except this was no crush at all. Bennett was not some man that he'd admired from afar, but instead had admired up close and very personally. Maybe he'd put the other man up on to a pedestal unintentionally— perhaps he'd still felt slighted from the way they'd broken up, and subconsciously he was still trying to prove something to himself. Alas. Richie leaned into the other man, chest pressed into his side while his arms snaked lazily around his waist. Bennett grabbed the boa, wrapping it around his neck before he'd turned to face the camera. Rich could only smirk up at him, nodding along in agreement because, hell, in that moment he probably would have agreed to anything that Bennett had asked him. "Mmhm, sure." And then he'd tilted his head up, dodging the feathery nuisance and lingering in the tiny space between his lips and the other mans neck for a just a moment too long. The first picture snapped, and Richie laughed lightly, "Maybe we sneak that boa out of here and have some fun with it later, hmm?" The warmth of the alcohol had finally settled over his cheeks, and he could feel the gin now working it's way through his system. It was the smallest of touches, a brush of his lips over the delicate skin in the crook of Bennett's neck, and suddenly Rich was a slur of suggestive comments. "We'll see how it looks on you," He rasped against warm skin, "Quando ti sei chinato su quel tavolo nel mio appartamento."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #sorry not sorry #just using this gif exclusively sorry #look at that damn face

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett let his knuckles rasp on the outside of the photobooth. “Knock knock.” He said, waiting for a response either from Rich or from an unexpecting patron who he had caught in action. But the man answered and so Bennett crawled into the booth, sitting shoulder to shoulder with the man.

“Man, they don’t exactly account for broad shoulders in this thing, do they?” He asked, looking around at the small space. He wouldn’t deny that his heart had started beating quickly as he became aware of how close he was to his ex-partner in the space. It wasn’t like being close was something new to them, but it was still an iffy territory, given that they were still deciding on what was okay between them and what was too far.

Bennett. Finally. He peeked his head through the curtain and Rich had all but dragged him down into the booth with him. It was cozy, that's for sure, certainly not accounting for two grown men cramming themselves in front of the camera. Richie pulled the sheer curtains closed, noting that they'd offered just enough privacy not to expose the identities of the patrons inside. Patrons being, uh, them, at the moment. "No, they really don't..." He huffed slightly, pressing his back against the wooden wall that had previously been crammed into his shoulder. "Okay, okay.. Wait..." And then Rich snaked one very long leg up and under Bennett's before reaching forward to wrap his arms around the other mans waist. Shrouded chestnut pools found his ex's face, a sly grin twisted throughout his features, and in one swift movement, Richie pulled the man across his lap. It put Bennett a few inches over him, which was almost a little odd considering he'd always been the taller one. With bright pink sunglasses still covering his face, Rich looked up with a sheepish simper. "Is this alright with you, Delaney?"

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07

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Rich had heard the voice before he saw or felt the presence of another body. He'd been halfway through his second beer, sampling a different brew than the one he'd had before, and he'd nearly spit the mouthful back into his glass- slightly startled by the quick movement to his side. "Jesus, you gave me a jump." Why was he so jumpy? It was hard telling. Pick one of the number of people he wasn't looking forward to seeing-- that was a good start. "You're..." He tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing into slits while he considered the woman. She was so familiar to him, but he couldn't place her face. But then? Then she spoke her name and a hundred memories came flooding to the front of his mind. "Well I'll be damned. Charlie?" Richie swiveled on his stool, turning his body to face her with. "In Bayfield of all places?" His expression was almost incredulous. Full of disbelief. "You've done some growing yourself." The man grinned into his beer, "You're not here to push me down and force me to eat dirt, I hope?

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When Charlie told her father that she was moving to Bayfield, he had reminded her of a boy who existed only in memories of her childhood. Rich Rockwell. You remember Rich Rockwell? Jack’s son. Last, I heard that was where he ended up. I don’t think he had much contact with his folks, anymore. It was a small town, which meant he wasn’t hard to find. “Little Richie Rockwell, certainly isn’t very little anymore.” She chuckled sliding into the barstool beside him. His face still had a glimmer of the young boy she once knew, but the man next to her was a stranger. “I think at some point I was taller than you.” Shaking her head, it was funny to think that of all the places she ended up it was here. “Charlie Hunter. Long time no see.” 

#{ charlie } #charlie: 02

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett couldn’t help but laugh as they stumbled in place. He clearly couldn’t recognize his own strength even when he had a few beers in his system. Luckily, Richie didn’t seem overly offended at his eager undertones. “I’m still ready to go, just for your information. No whiskey dick here.” He said, keeping his voice relatively low so only the man in front of him could hear him. Rubbing his forehead, Bennett nodded and touched the man’s arm before he moved off towards the bathroom.

It was only a few minutes of silence and the feeling of cold water being splashed on his face that made him sober up just slightly. Before long he made his way over to the photobooth to meet up with his counterpart.

Rich had a few minutes alone while Bennett made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't figure out why he'd been so god damn nervous. He knew this man, almost as well as he knew himself. They had history. There was nothing to be shy about, that's for fucking sure, especially considering... Well, lots of things. Everything. And maybe it was because things between them were still so loose and uncertain, like jello that just refused to set. It was part of what made the entire situation so thrilling, but also set his nerves ablaze. So he'd made his way to the photo booth in anticipation of Bennett's return. It wasn't as busy as he thought it might be, probably because it was still early and most people remained relatively sober. Lucky for him, he'd snuck behind the bar on his way and pulled out a bottle of Gin he'd had hidden away. One... Two... Three shots later and he'd found himself pulling a plethora of props into the booth with him. A pair of bright pink plastic sunglasses had already made their way atop his head, the blackout lenses making it almost impossible for him to see.

Naturally, Rich mumbled a quick "Fuck off." To anyone else who tried to enter.

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #hahahaha please i just need them to be drunk

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stellarosenthal‌:

“Don’t worry, I hate myself for that enough for the both of us,” she let out a small laugh, but nobody kept her around for her quality jokes. “Oh no, you’re not. I’m just getting started.” It was an empty taunt as she rarely allowed herself to go too far. Things usually took a turn somewhere towards the end of the night and she already had fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room. “I think you’re in luck. I’m so down — but only if it’s a handlebar. I’ve got aesthetics to maintain, you know?” She stuck her nose in the air, though the ghost of an amused grin haunted pursed, rosebud lips. “I am,” she affirmed, ultimately glad that she had emerged. “Is everyone behaving so far?”

"You've got yourself a deal." His mouth had turned up into a lop-sided grin, Rich never minding letting some of his goofy side shine with Stella around. He'd known her almost as long as anyone else in this town, and in that amount of time (and the considerable number of dramatic episodes) she'd only ever offered him friendship. Never judged him (to his knowledge), or criticized his life. It was nice. "I would say yes... Optimal behavior. So far. But the night is young." Richie's eyes moved from Stella's face, pools shifting over her shoulder and around the room until they'd landed securely on a face in the distance. One they'd both been familiar with. "I'm not convinced your boy isn't going to need carrying out at the end of the night." He'd been speaking of Bennett, of course, her lifelong friend. "Bets on how quickly 'too much' creeps up on him?"

#{ stella } #stella: 02

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett looked at Rich through slightly heavy eyes. He was still half in the bag and for a long moment, trying to concentrate on the words he was hearing and the man that was standing in front of him was a hard combination. This rang especially true when Richie seemed to be closer to him than he had been the moment before.

Dark eyes watching the man’s mouth as he spoke, Bennett almost found himself leaning forward, wanting to feel the familiar press of his lips on Rich’s. But he held himself back, letting his mouth turn up in a coy smile. “Did you think I was talking about meeting me in the bathroom? Because I meant the photobooth.” He started, laughing a little bit. “But I mean, if you want to meet me in the bathroom, that’s okay too.” Bennett’s fingers brazenly found the front of Rich’s jeans and he tugged him a little aggressively towards him, but in a flirtatious way.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips, body immediately reacting to the playful tug that Bennett had given his jeans. He stumbled forward a bit, nearly knocking into the man, and Rich was all of a sudden very aware just how sober he was compared to his counter. He found it kind of amusing. Almost endearing. The playful side of Bennett that Rich had often enjoyed was now on full display for public consumption. "Easy, tiger." He gave a playful roll of his eyes. "Can you blame me for assuming? When's the last time you weren't ready to go?" Richie took a step back then, putting a little distance between them. Maybe it was more for his own benefit in that moment, but he wouldn't give away as much. "Go on. I'll meet you at the booth. I need to go and snatch up the good props."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07

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thomweaver‌:

“No shit, Sherlock.” He replies, lips twisting in a smirk as they shake hands. “I grew up in Bayfield, been living here… Well, forever. Just a new space.” He grabs the beer as it slides across the bar, bringing it up to his lips for a satisfactory gulp. “Don’t worry. I’m very quiet. Very unassuming. My Great Dane, however, he’s very heavy-footed. Likes to move around a lot between the hours of two and five o’clock in the morning.”

Richie waved a hand at the man, and let some twisted grumble free itself from his throat. "Whatever. I don't keep normal hours anyway." There was a shrug shared, and though he was barely inclined to elaborate- "I work wonky shifts at the fire station." A little nod; little tip of his head. "Firefighter." He brought a glass bottle to his lips, allowing the carbonated drink to wash down his throat. "Not too quiet, I hope. The last guy was ridiculously boring. Had to work double time to get him out." A slow grin formed over his mouth. "Kidding."

#{ tbd thom } #thom: 01

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bennett-delaney‌:

Bennett pushed his hands deep into his pockets, knowing that if they were free-floating, they would find Rich’s body in some capacity. Especially now that he was a few drinks in, the man’s hands had a mind of their own, and all they wanted to do was be on the other man in front of him.

When he felt Rich’s fingers touch his chin, Bennett very clearly relaxed against his touch. His shoulders fell down and a warm, loose smile graced his lips. The prospect of being in such close quarters with Rich in the photobooth intrigued the man, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making a move. “If I go run to the bathroom, meet me there in, say… ten minutes?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

There was something enjoyable about how Bennett relaxed beneath his touch. In so many ways, Richie felt like there was nothing he could do to create calm anywhere in his life. Like there was only chaos to be had. He was grateful to the few who made him feel his feet were still planted firmly on the ground. Despite how ambiguous their relationship may have been... Bennett remained one of these people. With nimble fingers, Rich found himself tugging idly at the front of the other mans shirt. Just enough to garner and keep his attention. "Maybe." He dropped his voice, sharing words that were only meant to be heard by the two of them. "Or maybe we save that for, uh." Richie cleared his throat, heat rising over his cheeks. "Later." And then he raised an expectant brow, dry tongue darting out over his bottom lip. It felt an awful lot like making a plan, and there hadn't been a whole lot of that up until now. "Unless, you know. You'd rather wait and see where else the night takes you."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07

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bennett-delaney‌:

“Thanks, dad.” Bennett emphasized the last word, clearly teasing Rich on the instructions he had given them and how adult they were. He smiled, even more, when a grin found the man’s face. For a long moment, Bennett thought about how he could look at that smile forever. How, at one point in time, he was able to look at that smile every day. Oh, how he missed it. It seemed to warm all of his insides, even though they were already feeling that way from the alcohol consumption the man had under his belt.

Looking at the man very intently as he spoke, Bennett nodded at his words, drinking them in like they were another bottle in his hand. “What if I start to feel the opposite of sad?” He asked, moving closer to the man and letting his fingers dance around the bottom of his shirt. For a moment he stayed there, then took his hands away and put them back into his pockets. Be good, be a good Bennett. “I’m kidding. But will you, please, go to the photobooth with me at some point tonight?” He asked, batting his eyes at the man.

Rich groaned, long and heavy, tipping his head in mock shame when the comment had so easily slipped from Bennett's lips. "Nope, that's it. I'm done. See you later, I'm going home." As dramatic as ever, he swatted lightly at the other man, though the shadow of a smile pressed his lips. Looking over his shoulder, he'd taken note of the surplus of people moving in through the door. The actual bartender had resumed her spot behind the counter, which meant Rich was free to mingle as he pleased. He'd considered getting his own beer then, and turned back to Bennett to see if the man (arguably part way in the bag already) needed another. Suddenly he was very aware of just how close the two of them were. "Ben." Rich laughed lightly, though his teeth grazed lightly over his bottom lip when he'd felt the warmth of Bennett's fingertips grazing his abdomen accidentally. "Behave yourself." The man breathed, lips curling up at the ends. "You're absolutely not kidding, but." And then he'd flashed a mischievous grin and nodded, fingers finding the tip of the other mans chin while he gave it a gentle tap. "You've got me in the photo booth. Whenever you want. Count on it."

#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett } #bennett: 07 #sorry not sorry