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onepieceyaoi100Title: Twenty-Five Pages
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
The hot mouth on his earlobe jolted Ben out of his book, and he raised his head with a sigh.
“What is it?”
“I’m horny! Take care of it for me.”
“As soon as I’m finished.”
“No. Now.”
“I have twenty-five pages until the end. You can wait that long.”
“Can’t. That’s what ya said at lunch and now it’s almost dinner.”
“That was twenty-five pages until the next chapter. I’m almost at the end now. Besides you’re the one who wandered off.”
“But, Be~n, I really need it now.” Shanks left off caressing Ben’s shoulders to put his hand over the first mate’s eyes. “And I’ll just be a pest until I get it.”
Ben considered for a moment. He had no doubt Shanks would make good on his threat. At the same time, he was almost to the end and right at the very best part. He didn’t want to lose the connection he was feeling with the text. There really was little choice.
“Fine.” He stood up, displacing Shanks, and, keeping his eyes firmly on the page, removed his pants. Then he sprawled on his stomach on the bed. “Have at it.”
“Um, Ben, I kinda wanted to do it the other way.”
“Suit yourself.” And he rolled over, still reading. “But it’s up to you to do the work. I’m not helping until I’m finished.”
Shanks eyed him for a moment, before crawling up on the bed and lowering his head. Several minutes later he gave up.
“This isn’t working.” He ran his fingers quickly along Ben’s ribcage, but the man was even oblivious to tickling at the moment. Blast that wretched book. He tugged it down, glaring at Ben.
“How much left?”
“Ten.”
“Argh! All right, I guess I’ll deal. Just roll back over first.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
The hot mouth on his earlobe jolted Ben out of his book, and he raised his head with a sigh.
“What is it?”
“I’m horny! Take care of it for me.”
“As soon as I’m finished.”
“No. Now.”
“I have twenty-five pages until the end. You can wait that long.”
“Can’t. That’s what ya said at lunch and now it’s almost dinner.”
“That was twenty-five pages until the next chapter. I’m almost at the end now. Besides you’re the one who wandered off.”
“But, Be~n, I really need it now.” Shanks left off caressing Ben’s shoulders to put his hand over the first mate’s eyes. “And I’ll just be a pest until I get it.”
Ben considered for a moment. He had no doubt Shanks would make good on his threat. At the same time, he was almost to the end and right at the very best part. He didn’t want to lose the connection he was feeling with the text. There really was little choice.
“Fine.” He stood up, displacing Shanks, and, keeping his eyes firmly on the page, removed his pants. Then he sprawled on his stomach on the bed. “Have at it.”
“Um, Ben, I kinda wanted to do it the other way.”
“Suit yourself.” And he rolled over, still reading. “But it’s up to you to do the work. I’m not helping until I’m finished.”
Shanks eyed him for a moment, before crawling up on the bed and lowering his head. Several minutes later he gave up.
“This isn’t working.” He ran his fingers quickly along Ben’s ribcage, but the man was even oblivious to tickling at the moment. Blast that wretched book. He tugged it down, glaring at Ben.
“How much left?”
“Ten.”
“Argh! All right, I guess I’ll deal. Just roll back over first.”
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