benatar gets sick and puff pretends not to care. puff throws a few insults at his face then treats him right after, because he DOES care but hes shit at expressing it. benatar doesnt mind the insults because puff is like that all the time anyway, so who cares?
grandma makes this soup for puff whenever hes sick so puff learned the recipe
Here it was, Puff was going to die here trapt with a stupid brit. God... when they find his body theyre going to assume the worse from being so close in a tight rook like this with this homo! the thought sent shivers down puffs back, how did he even get in this situation???
It was Late, the guys were all supposed to pre-game before hitting the club—yet they all got carried away with drinks. especially the vocalists. The repetitive drink after another.
Taking shots, listening to 90s hip-hop, and talking. they were all chill, until axel came up with the idea to play "triple dog dare." what type of stupid shit is this??? Who the agreed to this?? no one yet they still played. the game started off with small things. drink a combination of alc, post something cringe on social media, get waxxed with tape, and plenty more—it was just a game of guys being guys.
"I dare you to stay in the closet with benatar without insulting him!" Axel exclaimed, with deep excitement with his voice. it was a stupid dare since the only person that'll be hard for is him.
Puff was confused at first, thats it? he got up from his seat and shouted out "fine motha fucka! itll be as easy as pie!!" his speech slurred, like everyone else in the bus.
benatar sighed, it was tough always being the butt of the joke yet it was a dare so they had to go through—of course theres no consequences except being called a wuss or a chicken but it always felt mandatory.
the closet door slammed shut with a dull click that felt louder than it should have, like the sound lingered just to mock them. It was cramped—barely enough room for the two of them to stand without brushing shoulders. the faint scent of detergent and old fabric hung in the air.
Puff immediately scoffed, shifting his weight and tugging at the hem of his red hoodie. "This is stupid," he muttered, voice already itching with the urge to bite. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he glanced sideways at Benatar. "Like... really stupid!"
benatar said nothing at first. He stood straight despite the lack of space, hands loosely folded in front of him. "It’s only for a few minutes," he replied softly, his British accent smoothing the edges of the situation. "I’m sure we’ll manage."
Puff let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Yeah? Manage what, exactly? sitting here in a box with you?" He paused—caught by the rules of the dare—and visibly swallowed whatever sharper comment was about to follow. His jaw tightened. "...This is torture."
Benatar’s lips twitched, almost a smile, though he quickly looked down to hide it. "You’re doing quite well so far."
"Oh, don’t start," Puff snapped instinctively, then froze. A beat passed. "I mean—don’t… say stuff like that." He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "This is impossible."
The space seemed to shrink the longer they stood there. Every small movement felt magnified—the brush of fabric, the warmth of another person too close. Puff became acutely aware of it...Benatar’s steady breathing, the faint cologne he wore, the way his tie sat just slightly off-center.
"You’re not as bad as you think," Benatar said after a moment, voice quiet but sincere.
Puff blinked, thrown off. "What?" his eyes looking for something to start at in the room, trying to bring his attention off benatar—yet couldn't.
"I mean," Benatar corrected gently, glancing up at him through pale lashes, "you’ve not insulted me. Not properly." and for once, Puff didn’t have a comeback. His mouth opened, then closed again. He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, well… don’t get used to it."
Another pause. Longer this time. He could feel Benatar looking at him, not in that timid, flinching way he usually did—but something steadier. It made Puff’s chest feel weirdly tight.
"You don’t always have to," Benatar added, almost hesitantly. "Be… like that." Those words quickly went to Puff's head. he frowned, turning back toward him. They were closer now—closer than before, or maybe he’d just noticed it more. "Like what?"
"loud," Benatar said, barely above a whisper. "snotty."
For a second, Puff almost snapped again. It was reflex. anger & efense. But the words stalled somewhere in his throat. Instead, he just stared at him—really stared. The quiet, the closeness, the lack of an audience... it stripped something away.
their eyes met then—properly. No deflection, no sarcasm to hide behind. Puff felt his heartbeat pick up, annoyingly loud in his ears. He shifted, and in the confined space, it brought him even closer, his shoulder brushing against Benatar’s chest.
Neither of them moved away.
Puff exhaled slowly, gaze flickering down for just a second—to Benatar’s lips, then back up again.
puff let out a breath that felt like he’d been holding it for too long, then reached out—hesitating for only a second before his hand found the front of Benatar’s button up, fingers curling lightly into the fabric. It wasn’t rough, not like the way puff usually moved through the world. This was careful. testing.
Benatar leaned in to meet him halfway.
The kiss wasn’t as uncertain. It landed softer, but steadier—like they both understood it. Puff tilted his head slightly, his glasses nudging faintly out of place as he closed the distance. he didn’t pull away so quickly. He lingered, letting the moment stretch, letting himself stay in it without rushing to break it apart.
Slowly, the kiss became more and more passionate as puff had a deep hunger that needed to be fed. Their lips clashing together sloppily, eating at each other. making small smacking noises with each kiss.
Benatar took the next step, by introducing his tonuge to puff. It wasnt immediate, it was rather slow—just an invite and puff accepted it. letting benatar explore his mouth at first until puff decided to strike back. using his own tonuge to taste benatar even more.
They were twirling tonuge in a closet, this was more than the dare.
...
a few minutes went by... Outside the closet Deejay became curious, why haven't they came out yet?? did they fall asleep or what?? He approaches to closet without axel, slowly opening the door to peek through and the discovery was there.
To stunned for words, he left them be. The sight felt so unlikely to happen, something totally unpredictable !! walking back to the living room of the bus awkwardly, trying to comprehend what even happened.
"Found em yet !" Axel shouts, with a cheeky smile on his face. He was definetly going ti fall asleep soon, absolutely drunken.
Deejay replied, trying not to show his staggered reaction. "nope, must've left" his voice was cool, nothing loud or suspicious. that felt too personal to share to a loud mouth, the best decision was to lie.
Axel shrugged and just continued to lay in bed. "too bad then, more drinks for me!"
when theres no benapuff content so you have to create your own ! I havent wrote a proper fanfic likr this in such a long time so it definetly feels great, tried to keep it pretty short since this is tumblr not ao3 LOL. thank you to those who will read this and enjoy it :3
