As hypocritical it sounds, I actually managed to write Bennoda. Amazing, I know. I figure maybe if I threw some Bennoda out there, I’d at least get more traffic through AHG. At least I have a dream, lol.

He pushed me against the wall, turning up the song using the stereo remote. Satisfied, he threw the unwanted remote on the bed, mouthing the lyrics. “I want to cut through my skin…and pull you within…my heart burns like the sun…as our flesh becomes one…” My heart beat faster; his eyes were husky, needing something…Naughty.

I bumped into my bookcase, accidentally knocking over a small sculpture he had made me. The words he mouthed made me completely forget about the world.

“In the darkness, my heart aches at the sight of you…trembles and quakes within sight of you…” He placed his hands on the wall behind me; I gulped. “Our bodies burning, tides are turning, somehow stopping time…What is becoming of my heart and mind?” The lyrics I wrote about him echoed through the room. I watched silently, almost in a daze, as he dirty-danced in front of me, wiggling his hips in the sexiest way, twinkle in his eye. “In the darkness, all that you want from me, is all I have to give…in the darkness, coming so easily, learning how to live…” He whispered into my lips, barely brushing them. I inhaled his manly scent as he hummed the melody on my lips. All too quickly he turned away, leaving my eyes closed and breath ragged.

I opened my eyes and found him a few feet away, slowly unbuttoning the blue plaid shirt I had gushed over at Milton Keynes. I pushed off the wall and finished unbuttoning the shirt, slowly taking it off of him. He took my hands and placed them around his neck, moving his hands slowly, sexually down my torso to rest on my hips. He started to move his feet slightly, left to right, in a manner that I figured was slow-dancing. I smiled and looked up at him. We slow-danced like that in the middle of the bedroom I still shared with my wife, everything else in the world far away. He was still mouthing the words to my song, the song that I wrote about him, about us.

“I will surrender my sin…and give you control… Make a martyr for love…to the heavens above…” I sang softly with him, harmonizing. He looked me deep in the eyes; I felt my heart give way. He grinned wide. I felt the corners of my mouth rise too—his smile was so contagious. I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes, forgetting everything else in the world. “Happy one year anniversary, Chester,” he whispered happily in my ear, slowly kissing my neck. “I can’t believe it’s already been a year…”

I smiled and kissed him, still dancing. The song stopped, and we were met by absolute silence. He stopped dancing and pulled back, taking the time to peel off my shirt before kissing me again.

My mind went back to when we first declared our love for each other. We were both drunk off our faces; it was right after a show on the tour bus. The rest of the guys were playing Halo. We went and sat on our bunk beds. He kissed me first.

“Whoa! Dude!” I pushed him away, wiping my mouth with my hand. He looked at me, hurt.

“I love you, Ches.” He stood up slightly, but fell back over. He scooted closer to me; I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

I let my tongue out of my mouth, licked my lower lip. He tasted so sweet, almost intoxicating. I couldn’t help myself; nothing else in the world mattered. I bridged the gap between us, kissing him again and again, feeling my world collapse at my actions…but I knew he would put me back together again.

“Chester!!”

He pulled away, hearing Talinda scream from the living room. Fuck. He grabbed his shirt and opened the window, pausing to look back and wink at me. I pecked his lips, pushing him out the window and shutting it just before Talinda came into the room.

“Hey, honey,” I said, walking over to her. “How was your day?”

“Good…” She looked suspicious. I had practice.

“What’s wrong?” I kissed her lips, hoping she didn’t taste my Asian lover.

I felt her melt into my tattooed arms, humming softly. “Mmm…nothing honey.”

I pulled away, rubbing her arms slowly. “Good.” I pecked her lips again; I was getting to be a pro. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and I’ll join you in a second?”

She grinned. “Hmm…the kids are outside… I think it’d be better if I went out to watch them.”

I shrugged, still acting. “Okay then. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I watched her turn and walk away, wiggling her delicious hips. My head tilted to the side; she was still hot, and I still loved it.

I put my shirt back on, still feeling hot from the whole scene. I heard a crunch under my foot; it was the broken sculpture. “Dammit…” Mike had given it to me a few years ago for my birthday. We had been fighting like cats and dogs, out of nowhere. We never fought like that, and it was beyond freaking me out. I picked it up, placing all the pieces on the bed to deal with it later. I found a tiny slip of paper where it had fallen.

That’s weird…He must have written me a note and hid it in the statue…

And written on that note were five words that made my heart stop:

I’m in love with you.

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EDIT: This was meant to be a one-shot. Sorry, folks, I didn't mean to lead you on like that. ;\