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you’re my best friend’s sibling / my sibling’s best friend and we’ve never gotten along, so of course it had to be you to find me stuck outside my house naked even though we haven’t seen each other in over two years - Meet Ugly #92
"Come on come on come on," Ben mutters under his breath, shoving against the window. Apparently when Rey repainted the exterior of her house she just painted the windows too, and now here Ben is, straining to shove open a window in the ice cold winter air, butt-fucking-naked because he lost a stupid bet he shouldn't have made and--
"I have a gun," a voice says, and Ben runs cold to his soul--not because of the below-freezing air but because he knows that voice, too well, and he considers just smashing his head through the double-pane glass. He'll either make it through or give himself a concussion, and honestly, at this point? Either would be great.
"Really don't think that's necessary," Ben says over his shoulder, not daring to look. "And hey, what are you doing back in town? Got tired of eating frat boy cock?"
"I--Ben?" and huh, that's weird, he'd expected anger. "Where the hell are your clothes?"
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you’re my best friend’s sibling / my sibling’s best friend and we’ve never gotten along, so of course it had to be you to find me stuck outside my house naked even though we haven’t seen each other in over two years - Meet Ugly #92
"Come on come on come on," Ben mutters under his breath, shoving against the window. Apparently when Rey repainted the exterior of her house she just painted the windows too, and now here Ben is, straining to shove open a window in the ice cold winter air, butt-fucking-naked because he lost a stupid bet he shouldn't have made and--
"I have a gun," a voice says, and Ben runs cold to his soul--not because of the below-freezing air but because he knows that voice, too well, and he considers just smashing his head through the double-pane glass. He'll either make it through or give himself a concussion, and honestly, at this point? Either would be great.
"Really don't think that's necessary," Ben says over his shoulder, not daring to look. "And hey, what are you doing back in town? Got tired of eating frat boy cock?"
"I--Ben?" and huh, that's weird, he'd expected anger. "Where the hell are your clothes?"
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