A Cress

Ratings: NC-13 - 3S warning! (short, shmoopy and silly, no real smut) (13 because of language)
Disclamers: Not mine :( That song I used here belongs to Chris Isaak (in case You thought it's mine or something :) )
Set in PBAOSP Universe - not necessary at all to read but it would help
A BIG Thank You to: Jai- for betaing and rolling her eyes just twice while doing this and Jools- she deserves her own PC (or two ) :)

A Cress
by Kirke

Ben watched Darren with a growing interest, every movement of the older's man body fascinating him more. His lover had returned from shopping a few minutes before and without the slightest explanation, started to make a mess, on a table in their living room. Ben tried to pretend that he didn't care, but even sitting on the sofa and practicing his chords, he couldn't take his eyes off Dazza. Savage Garden had a break, true, but that didn't mean that he could be lazy. He'd neglected his guitar enough during all that moving in thing and now he had some catching up to do. He hoped he could practice with Daniel during his stay at Darren's... *their* apartment next week, but right now, he couldn't make himself concentrate at all. His fingers were playing almost automatically some old tune, he wasn't even sure he knew a title for, while his eyes were uninterruptedly following Dazza.
Finally it was too much for Ben's curiousity to handle. He tugged the strings a few last times then stopped playing completely. He put his guittar down and walked silently (not to say creeped) to Darren.
"Watch'ya doing, baby?" he asked loudly and grinned when singer practically jumped up and spun around facing him.
"You want to give me a heart attack!?" he accused younger man and not waiting for any response, turned his back again.
Ben's grin slipped from mocking grimace to a simple smile. He put his arms around his lover's waist and brought him as close as he could without suffocating them both, whispering to his ear "I'm sorry, baby, but what are you doing?"
"I'm sowing a cress, silly." he answered matter of factly
Ben threw him a strange look that Darren of course couldn't see, "A *cress*?" He put his head on Darren's shoulder to have a better look to a table. It was full of cotton, empty plastic plates and some strange, brown seeds in a bowl. What was his lover doing with all that stuff and *why* was a mystery to him.
Darren mearly shook his head at his lover's astonishment "It's a plant," he explained, like to 4 year old child, "to eat. It has lots of vitamins. Very tasty."
Ben's raised his eyebrow at this little botanic lecture. He normally loved when Darren was talked in a parental tone but not in such circumstances. If he was naked and tied to the bed and Darren was clad in leather... He quickly dismissed that mental image but with a note to use it in a very near future. A *cress*. Darren's ideas sometimes... "Why are you..." before he could finish the sentence Darren grabbed his wrists and placed them on the sides of Ben's body, pushed him away. "You are disturbing me. Come back when it's gonna be ready."
"But I'm so bored." whinned Ben, again getting closer to his too busy for anything lover "It's Sunday, we should be *doing* something." To verbally show what exactly he had in mind he put his hand on dark haired man's back and sensually ran his fingers down Darren's spine, enjoying the texture of his silk shirt below them.
To his obvious dismay Darren stayed completly uneffected by his action.
"Aren't you suppose to practice? I don't want Daniel growling at me cos you forgot how to hold a guitar. He already thinks I domesicated you too much." He stated coldly.
Ben sighed tiredly. "I've been practising for over an hour now. Come on, let's do something... different. I can show you I haven't forgotten how to hold other things." The invitation in Ben's tone was clear but it looked like again it had done nothing to Darren. The guitarist rolled his eyes. If Darren wanted to play hard to get, he could play along, only the other way around.
He leaned forward, till his lips were just an inch from singer's delightful ear and purred
"Come on, baby, I'll let you do me."
If he expected a firece reaction to this, he got one but very different from what he could want. Darren spun around, his normally blue eyes almost black now and blazing with anger.
"You'll *let* me do you?!" He nearly screamed to the dumbfounded man. "You'll *let* me? Like I couldn't get it myself if I wanted?!"
Ben was so shocked he didn't answer for a few seconds. That irritated Darren even more, if that was of course possible. He growled loudly, stomped one foot in and putting his hands on his lover's shoulders, pushed him away hardly.
That extreamly childlish act could be even funny, if Ben hadn't stumbled and with a loud *ouffff* landed on his butt. Darren stared at him silently for few brief second and then started to giggle, mildly first, then harder, till his body was nearly convulsing with laughter.
The guitarist glared daggers at him "You find it amusing?"
Darren just nodded, appereantly not able to say a word and, still giggling, got back to his work.
Ben raised his eyebrows at this but didn't say a thing. His eyes narrowed meanly when an idea struck him finally. He scrambled to his feat slowly, grimacing at the pain in his lower back, got back to the sofa and taking his guitar again, started to play, fingers easily finding the adeqate strings. He waited for Darren's reaction and almost smiled tryumphaticly when after first few characteristic chords singer froze and slowly turned around, a question written on his beautiful face.
"Ben, why are are you playing this?" he asked cautiously.
"Because, luv," guitarist didn't stop, didn't even look up, just continued "that's the way I'm feeling right now."
"Oh."
None of them moved and then Darren, finding a good beat, started to sing
"What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way
What a wicked to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked way to do to make me dream of you?"
The last few words he accented like a question, obviously trying to catch younger's man attention. Ben finally looked up, a blank face on a place of the smile that was there earlier.
"Sooo... you know that song."
Darren knew that tone of his lover's voice too good. It was a challenge he couldn't reject and honestly, didn't want to. "You have absolutely no idea how much you annoy me right now." His words were colored by a dripping sarcasm while his face took too innocent to be true expression.
Ben inhaled sharply and look straight into older man's eyes. They mentaly wrestled like that for a while, none of them to eager to give up or call for a truce. Finally the guitarist's fingers stopped their string pacing in a mid-song but when Darren tilted his head up in a small gesture of victory, Ben started another song, this time quicker and more agressive. Darren opened his mouth to protest "Not that!" he nearly shouted
"Definitely this." Ben's words were flat and drained of all emotions but strong enough to be taken as a threat.
Darren grinded his teeth together, "I'm not like that."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm *not*."
"Yes, you *are*."
"I. Am. Not."
"You. Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Fine," spat Darren ending their little exchange "suit yourelf. You can stay and sulk, I have more important things to do than fight with you."
Ben just shrugged his shoulders in a 'who cares' gesture and continued playing. Darren threw him one last look before turning around again. It took him about half an hour to do everything like it should be, neat and nice and perfect. Now all he had to do was to water the cress and then he could take care of Ben properly. He narrowed his eyes dengerously at the mental mention of his lover. All the time he was busy with cress, Ben was playing all 'you're a such scum' songs he could think of. He was the only person Darren knew that could play 'Heartbraker' on an acoustic guitar. What a pitty he had had to learnt that *now*.
He gathered a few plants in his arms and went to the kitchen, ignoring his lover completly on his way there.
When he got back a few minutes later to take another few plates, Ben wasn't practicing anymore but standing with a phone in his hand, was talking or rather complaining to whoever was listening. Darren snickered as Ben started enumerating all the mean things Darren had done to him since he moved in and that was a rather long list. Whoever was on the other end must have been thinking that Ben is drunk or on drugs.
It was a moment later when the guitarist finally had turned around and discovered Darren's presence. Instead of panicking or at least showing a hint of shame, like singer expected him to do, he threw him a strange smile and spoke again,
"I tell you mum, he's paying more attention to some stupid plant than to me." Darren's smile vanished from his face at those words, like a stain from a shirt after the laundry day. Mum? I tell you *mum*? He couldn't be talking with his mother, could he? Not about *that*. They were just fooling around, not the first time, not the last. Usually it was a kind of strange foreplay before they'd jumped each other and make out... eee... up. He didn't realize Ben would take that so seriously this time.
"You're talking with your mother?" he squealed in a small voice, swallowing hard. That was a stupid question, he knew that, so he was truly surprissed when Ben shook his head in denial and grinned.
"Nope. I'm talking with *your* mother."
If Darren was eating something at the moment, he would probably choke and drop dead. Not *his* mother. Not *her*. She treated Ben like another son (well, he was her son if someone liked to go into details) and, because he was younger than Darren, she often (wrongly) itended him to be the fragile and helpless one in their relathionship. When Ben and he stayed for a week in her home last month, she had developed an irritating habit to always take 'Benny's side if thay had any problems.
Darren grimaced and took a deep breath. "Ben," he said way to calmly, slowly releasing the air from his loungs and taking a one, dangerously big step into his lover's direction "Say good bye and put that reciver down."
Ben simply mouthed 'no' and spoke again with a very serious tone, although all the time he was grinning like a madman "I think he doesn't love me anymore, mum. At the beginning we were screwing like two cats in heat and now... you know when was the last time he bend me over the kitchen table and shag sensless? More than a week."
Darren's jaw simply dropped. He launched himself like a sprinter and janking reciver from Ben's hand shouted "Mum! It's not like that!! He was... Mum?" Busy signal. There was noone on the other line now and it looked like there never were.
He turned his head in his lover's direction slowly. Ben was sitting sprawled on the couch, his head in his hands, desperatly trying to stop himself from laughing aloud.
If Darren's eyes could kill, Mr. Carey's funeral would be the next event in his calendar "That was *so* funny." he pronounced slowly throwing his lover one cold stare after another.
Ben seemed immune to Darren's freezing spells, as he laughed again, nearly mimicking the way Darren was doing it earlier. "God, how I wish I had a camera handy or something. The look on your face..." another set of giggles prevented him from finishing the sentence. Apperently Darren didn't find it so amusing like his lover did, so he did what he had thought was the best in those circumstanses, he pouted.
His very sensual lover lip shot forward and Ben's heart made a little thup in his chest at that sight. How could he, how could *anyone*, resist Darren pouting so sweetly. He didn't even try.
Without the slightest warning Ben grabbed the singer's belt and yanked him down roughly, directing his fall straight to his lap. Before Darren could understand what was going on with him and try to escape, he encircled his waist with his arms and pulled him into one of his famous bear hugs. Darren didn't resist but didn't relax as well, his body state showing just what exactly he thought about Ben's earlier behaviour.
The guitarist laughed again but quickly suppressed himself and pressed Darren even harder to his body.
"Come on, baby, don't be mad..." he whispered kissing his lover's ear "I'll behave now." Darren pouted again but not with such a heart like a second before, his mood strangely quickly changing the more kisses from Ben he recived.
"Ben?" he spoke finally after several seconds, just when his lover's mouth reached his collar-bone.
"Hmmmmm..."
"*Don't* bahave."
Ben grinned and nippinging Darren's neck with his teeth delicately, wiggled his eyebrows "Well, since you ask so nicely..."
Darren had heard that cress was a good aphrodisiac, so he wasn't very surprissed when Ben reached for his shirt and started pulling it from his pants with frantic movements. What amazed him was the fact, that it was working so fast.
END
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