#ramgst

[laminy]

Maybe a lil snippet from post pneunomia Rami?Still in the hospital,maybe shortly after they have a small celebration forBen being accepted to the uni in Aberstwyth.Rami seemed almost completely normal in that scene, so its very likely that he just,,crashed after that,literally.Poor lil guy doesnt have that much energy yet!Maybe the others feel guilty about getting him so excited whileRami is just laying down on his bed, totally floppy from exhaustion.Doesnt have to b much angst, only a little!😊

They go downstairs to the cafe, buying five pastries and five drinks, and then they all sneak back into Rami’s room— Gwil imagines that the nurses must be absolutely sick of them by now, but it’s just for a bit. They need to celebrate. Ben had insisted they didn’t have to, they really didn’t, but Rami was just as insistent that yes, they did, and it’s hard to deny Rami much of anything on a good day, let alone one where he came out of a coma.

Ginnie sort of stands watch by the door, hoping that the nurses will ignore a kindly middle-aged woman with a sweet smile, but she drifts around the room as well, speaking with all of them, congratulating Ben again, over and over until he blushes. Joe sits at Rami’s bed, not leaving his side— the celebration is supposed to be for Ben, at least that’s what Rami keeps saying, but in Joe’s mind, it’s for Rami too. Though he makes sure to keep congratulating Ben as well, and in-between helping Rami take slow and careful sips of his juice, he starts looking up things about Aberystwyth.

Rami’s not sure if he should eat the pastry or not, but he takes a small bite anyway, the bit with the most frosting on it. “I’m so happy for you, Ben,” he says, and Ben smiles at him gratefully. “I really am.”

“Thank you,” Ben reaches out, resting his hand on Rami’s foot, as far as he can reach from where he’s sitting, and Rami gives his foot a playful wiggle.

“Find anything interesting, Joe?” Gwil asks, taking a sip of his juice.

They all expect Joe to be down and complaining about Aber, and maybe in his head he is, but he just reads off a list he found of the most interesting things to do in the city, trying to sound enthusiastic about all of them.

“I think it sounds amazing,” Ginnie says, and Ben and Gwil keep smiling at each other, nervous but happy.

After a few minutes of looking at pictures of the Butterfly House, and discussing why the university would have a statue of Edward VIII, Gwil realizes suddenly that Rami hasn’t spoken up in awhile. He quickly looks over at him, seeing that Rami’s eyes are heavy, almost completely closed, and the grip on his bottle of juice has loosened; if he didn’t still have lid on, it would have spilled over the entire bed. “Rami?” Gwil asks gently.

They all look at Rami, as if realizing the same thing that Gwil had, that he’d been silent for almost too long. Rami doesn’t say anything, just makes a quiet sound, eyes barely moving.

“Babe?” Joe asks, straightening up in his seat, ready to run for help if need be. “Are you okay?”

“Mm?” Rami murmurs. “I…yes. Tired. I…” He trails off, and the bottle falls from his hand.

“Rami?” Joe asks, and he leans down so that his ear is by Rami’s mouth, listening to him breathe.

“I think he’s just tired, Joe,” Ginnie says, walking over to him. “Exhausted, probably.” She reaches out, taking the bottle from Rami, setting it on the table.

“He just…passed out, though,” Joe says, lifting his head. “Is that— Rami?”

Rami makes a quiet noise, and manages to open one eye just a crack. “Sleep,” he whispers, and Joe smiles faintly, reaching out to squeeze Rami’s hand.

“Okay,” Joe says, “you sleep now.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to Rami’s forehead, nuzzling against him. “We’ll be here.”

“Should we go?” Gwil asks, looking at Ben.

“Probably,” Ben says.

“Oh, no,” Joe, says, looking over at them. “Stay. Please.” He’s got an edge of sadness, or maybe still nerves and fear, to his voice, and his eyes look a bit desperate. Everything from the last few days has taken its toll on him. And even though Rami may be asleep, Joe’s still wide awake.

“Yeah, of course,” Ben says, giving him a comforting smile. “Until they kick us out at least.”

“Okay,” Joe says, and he lets out a sigh of relief, looking back down at Rami. He squeezes Rami’s hand, but he gets nothing back, Rami’s hand just loose and floppy. Joe lifts Rami’s arm up, and lets it go, dropping back to the bed.

“Joseph,” Ginnie says, and Joe sighs.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and he shifts in his seat, leaning down to rest his head on the bed, looking at Rami.

“I’d be tired too,” Gwil says, looking at Joe. “He’s just resting. Big day and all.”

“He’s alright,” Ginnie says, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Joe’s head.

“He’s probably stronger than any of us,” Ben says, “so he’s going to be fine.”

Joe keeps watching Rami, and he nods, knowing that Ben’s right.

[laminy]

How about a little sick fic lmao let's get the "ramgst" rolling! Can be ITBASM or not. The boys took a small holiday somewhere warm and are at the bar in the evening after enjoying a long day of sight-seeing and trying local food, and after a few hours Rami wants to go home because he's feeling queasy and unwell. The other three are like "haha Rami drank too much lol never thought we'd see the day" but later it turns out he has a nasty case of food poisoning. Fluff of course! Thanks 💕😁

“You have to try this one,” Joe says, pushing the plate of tapas towards Rami, but Rami’s stomach just turns, and he shakes his head.

“No, thank you,” Rami murmurs, reaching out with a shaky hand to pick up his glass of water.

“Oh, but it’s so good,” Joe says, but he takes the plate back from him, picking up a tapa, immediately stuffing his mouth with it.

Rami groans, rubbing his stomach. He takes a sip of water, and tries not to gag. “God,” he mutters. “I— I don’t feel well.”

“Ooh,” Gwil says, lifting up his beer bottle with a smile, “Rami’s pissed.”

Rami shakes his head, staring down at his water. “I—” He swallows hard. “I don’t think so.”

“All your posh drinks with little umbrellas,” Ben says. “Just because you can’t taste the alcohol doesn’t mean it’s not there, mate.” He takes a sip of his own drink, playfully nudging Rami’s shoulder.

Rami gives Ben a small smile, then looks back down at the table, blinking a couple times. “Can we go back to the hotel?” he asks quietly.

“But babe,” Joe whines, eating another tapa, “we just got here.”

“Rami?” Gwil asks gently. “Are you alright?”

Rami looks over at Gwil, and gives a small shake of his head. “I don’t feel well,” he says again, and then he pinches the fabric of his shirt, fanning himself, trying to cool down. “This— is it warm?” he asks. “I feel warm.”

Ben shifts a bit next to Rami, trying to get a better look at him. “You look sort of…”

Joe studies Rami, slowly straightening up. “Babe,” he says. “You don’t look very good.”

Rami shakes his head. “I don’t feel well,” he says softly.

“You’re not drunk,” Joe says, and Rami shakes his head again.

“I think I’m sick,” Rami says, fingers tightly gripping his glass of water.

“Are you about to be sick?” Gwil asks, and Rami closes his eyes, swallowing hard, and nodding. “Fuck,” Gwil says softly. “How far is it to our hotel?” he asks, looking at Joe.

Rami hunches over a bit, rubbing his stomach. “Too far,” he says.

Ben’s eyes widen a bit, and looks back and forth between Rami, Joe, and Gwil. “Uh, plan?” he asks.

“I’ll go pay,” Gwil says, quickly pushing himself out of the booth.

“Are you okay?” Ben asks, picking up the menu, starting to fan Rami.

“We should go,” Rami says, and Ben and Joe glance at each other, and both nod quickly, standing up.

“Good idea,” Joe says.

“You’ll be okay,” Ben says softly, helping Rami out of the booth.

“Thank you,” Rami says, resting against Ben’s side.

“We got you, babe,” Joe says, and he looks around for Gwil, but just decides fuck it, Gwil’s got long legs, he can catch up.

[laminy]

Oohhh, that post hospital snippet... T_T my heart... buuuut.. maybe a snippet of the first time Rami has to use his inhaler? And Joe is just quietly panicking like "okay I will call the hospital right now" even though Rami tries to assure him its okay (if he can, that is ;;;;))) thanks!

“This is horrible on every level,” Joe says, and Rami glances back at him, rolling his eyes with a smile as they step out into the cool morning air.

“It’s not,” Rami says. “It’s just a little chilly, is all.”

“It’s almost summer, how is this still happening,” Joe says, mostly to himself, as he and Rami start the walk towards the IIS.

Rami grins, reaching out to grab Joe’s hand, and he swings their arms between them before he starts bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, and Joe smiles.

“You’re certainly a ball of energy today,” Joe says, and Rami shrugs.

“I think I’ve been cooped up for too long,” Rami says. “I might go for a walk after I drop you off, get some fresh air.” He takes a deep breath, and then almost immediately coughs.

“A walk,” Joe groans, “gross.”

“Maybe I’ll go grab a hot chocolate for Ben,” Rami says, and he winks at Joe.

“Now you’re just being mean,” Joe says, and Rami nods before he coughs again. “You okay?” Joe asks, and Rami nods again.

“Something caught in my throat maybe,” Rami says, reaching his hand up to rub his neck.

“Yeah?” Joe asks, and he stops walking, tugging Rami in closer. “You sure?” Rami nods, taking a breath, but it just ends with another cough, and Joe frowns. “Rami, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Rami manages to rasp out. “Came on…suddenly.” He takes a breath, and he presses his hand to his chest. He opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out, and he hunches over, letting go of Joe’s hand to rest his hands on his thighs.

Joe stares at Rami, mind blank for a moment, and then it’s like something clicks in his brain and he realizes what’s happening. He kneels down in front of Rami, reaching up to cup Rami’s face in his hands. “Focus on me, deep breath, can you hear me?”

Rami nods, but the breath he takes is shallow and wheezy, and Rami’s eyes flutter a bit. He straightens up, and starts frantically patting his pockets.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Joe says, and he starts scrambling for his phone while Rami shakes his head. “Rami, you’re dying.”

Rami manages to rasp out a “not” as he drops to his knees, and he reaches out, unzipping a pocket on Joe’s backpack.

“We’re going to the hospital!” Joe exclaims, and Rami withdraws his hand, grasping onto his inhaler, putting it to his mouth, taking a sharp breath as he pushes down. Joe watches Rami, clutching onto his phone, but not dialling. “Rami?” Joe asks gently, and Rami nods, head falling forward.

“It’s okay,” Rami says, and he reaches his hand out, finding Joe’s, squeezing it. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Joe asks, and Rami nods, reaching up with the hand holding his inhaler to wipe at his eyes. “Why was your inhaler in my backpack?” he asks.

“Just in case,” Rami says. “Emergencies.”

“Well, where’s yours?” Joe asks.

“Home,” Rami says softly, and he sniffles, looking at his inhaler in his hands, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god, babe, for what?” Joe asks, wrapping his arms around Rami, pulling him in. “It’s okay, hey, it’s okay.” He squeezes Rami, then pulls back to give him a small smile. “We’ll just…you just need to start carrying your own.”

Rami nods. “I just…it’s such a short walk, I wasn’t thinking.”

“I wonder if we should keep them at Ben and Gwil’s too,” Joe says, and Rami smiles faintly.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“It’s okay,” Joe says. He swallows hard. “What did it feel like?”

“Like drinking a milkshake through a straw,” Rami says. “But worse.” He blows out a shaky breath and sniffles again before reaching out towards Joe’s backpack.

“No, take it,” Joe says. “Carry it with you until you’re home.”

Rami nods, slipping it into his pocket, and he braces himself against Joe as he stands up. He glances back towards their apartment, then in the direction they were walking, and his shoulders slump a little. “I’m just going to go home,” he says.

“No, no,” Joe says, standing up, wrapping his arm around Rami’s waist. “We’ll just be careful, okay?”

“You said I was dying,” Rami says.

“Yeah, well…” Joe shrugs. “I was panicking. Not healthy. Come on.” He smiles at Rami, playfully booping him on the nose. “Where’s the Rami that was that like, I can feed myself, I don’t need naps, leave me alone.”

Rami lets out a soft laugh, nodding. “That’s true,” he says. “I guess I just…wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.”

“Okay,” Joe says, and he steps back, taking Rami’s hand. “So, we’ll walk slowly,” he says. “And breathe carefully.”

Rami nods, swallowing hard as they start walking towards the IIS.

“And I will text Gwil to let him know he has to come pick you up.”

Rami laughs. “What about Ben?” he asks.

“Ben?” Joe asks. “Ben? It’s before noon, where exactly do you think Ben is going to be besides in bed?” He looks over at Rami, and leans in, pressing a kiss to his temple. “First one down,” he says softly, “and we survived.”

Rami sniffles and nods. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I wouldn’t mind it being first and last.”

Joe nods, and kisses Rami again. “Same here, babe. That was…I’ll— I’ll be less screamy next time.”

Rami chuckles. “And I’ll bring my own inhaler.”

“See?” Joe says. “Look at all the lessons we’ve learned.” He squeezes Rami’s hand, and smiles over at him; even though he can still feel his heart pounding in his chest, he’s relieved.

[laminy]

What about some Rami angst. Maybe it’s his first time with Ben and he’s really insecure about himself but Ben lets him know how much he loves him by being soft and gentle with him.

Ben leans in, tilting his head, smiling faintly as he kisses Rami. Rami makes a quiet noise and lifts his hands to Ben’s shoulders, holding onto him as their mouths move together. Ben grasps onto Rami’s hips, fingers pushing up under the hem of his black sweater, and then he gently tugs.

Rami makes another noise, but he lets Ben guide him onto his lap. Rami moves his hands to Ben’s face, cupping his cheeks as they keep kissing.

“Let me,” Ben murmurs, pulling back a bit, grabbing onto the fabric of Rami’s sweater.

“Okay,” Rami says, sitting back, blinking a couple times, lifting his arms up for Ben to tug his sweater over his head, dropping it down onto the sofa.

Ben’s eyes move up and down over Rami’s chest, and then he slowly smiles, looking back up to meet his eyes. “God, you’re fit,” Ben says, and Rami smiles faintly, but looks down. “Mm,” Ben murmurs, leaning back in to gently press his lips over Rami’s collarbone, hands moving up over Rami’s bare back, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath his skin. Ben nuzzles against him, and briefly rests his forehead against Rami’s chest.

“Are you okay?” Rami asks, pushing his fingers through Ben’s hair, and Ben tilts his head, looking up at him, smiling and nodding.

“I just want to make it good,” Ben says. “And you’re so…I just need to collect my thoughts for a second.”

“Oh,” Rami says, “I— you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Of course I do,” Ben says. “It’s our first time, it should be special.” He smiles and glances around his living room, then looks back at Rami. “This isn’t the most romantic spot in my flat.”

“I don’t mind,” Rami says. “I— it’s nicer than some places people have taken me.”

Ben’s smile fades a bit. “Oh,” he says softly. “Well, uh…would you like to go to my bedroom?” he asks. Rami nods, and is just about to move to climb off Ben’s lap, but Ben just wraps his arms around him and then stands up.

“Oh my god,” Rami says, locking his ankles behind Ben’s back. “You…wow.”

“Okay?” Ben asks, sliding one of his hands under Rami’s ass, holding tight to him, and Rami just smiles and nods. He glances behind them as Ben walks down them down the hall to his bedroom, and then Rami looks back at Ben, pulling him into a kiss. Ben stops walking for a moment, pressing Rami back agains the wall by his bedroom door, and then he pulls back, and steps into his room. He walks over to his bed, and leans down, gently pressing Rami onto the mattress.

“God, Ben,” Rami says, arching up beneath him, pulling Ben down on top of him, pulling him into a kiss. “You don’t have to be so…”

“Nice?” Ben offers, and Rami reddens a bit, and shrugs. “Of course I do,” he says. He leans in, his mouth by Rami’’s ear. “I love you, you know,” he whispers.

Rami closes his eyes, biting back a grin. “I love you too,” he whispers back, and Ben pulls back with a smile on his face.

“Good,” Ben says, “I’m happy to hear it.” He shifts on top of Rami, reaching out to cup his face in his hands, trailing his fingers over his cheek. “You deserve it, you know,” he says softly, kissing Rami’s shoulder.

“Oh, I—” Rami shifts a bit under Ben, but then Ben leans in to press a kiss to his lips.

“Let me show you that, okay?” Ben asks, and Rami watches him as Ben pushes himself up, tugging off his own shirt.

“Okay,” Rami says softly, and he reaches out, wrapping his arms around Ben to pull him back on top of him.

[laminy]

The boys taking care of Rami in their hotel after he got a case of food poisoning.

Gwil sits on the edge of the mattress, looking down at Rami, giving him a small smile. “Are you comfortable at least?” he asks.

Rami gives a small nod, looking over at Ben sets the small bin down beside the bed.

“Just in case,” Ben says, and Rami nods again.

“Thank you,” he says softly. He makes a quiet noise, reaching down to rest his hand on his stomach. “Joey?” he asks.

“Coming, coming,” Joe says, walking over to the bed with a glass of water in his hands. “Can you guys— just space, please.”

“Sorry,” Ben says, and he hurries away, and Gwil just gives Rami a gentle pat on the leg as he stands up, walking a few feet away, still watching Rami.

“Here,” Joe says, and he sits down on the bed, taking Gwil’s spot, setting the glass of water down on the beside table. “Are you okay?” he asks softly. “I’ve got you some water, babe. You gotta stay hydrated.”

“I know,” Rami says, “but…I’m tired.”

“Okay,” Joe says.

“I’m sorry,” Rami says.

“No, no,” Joe says, shaking his head. “I’m sorry you got sick.”

“We all are,” Ben says. “But you’ll be feeling a lot better soon, I’m sure of it.”

“Do you need us to go out and get you anything?” Gwil asks. “We don’t mind, we can get anything you need.” He glances over at Ben, who nods eagerly. “Anything.”

“No, please,” Rami says. “Not on my account. Just…” He looks at the glass of water. “I’m thirsty.”

“Okay, let me help you,” Joe says, reaching out to pick up the glass of water, watching Rami push himself up a bit.

Gwil glances at Ben, and then reaches his hand out to him. “We’re going to go try to track down some ginger tea,” Gwil says, and Ben nods.

“We have our mobiles, if you need us,” Ben says. “Or we can stay, if you’d like.”

“What do you think, babe,” Joe says gently, holding the glass up to Rami’s mouth.

Rami takes a small sip of water, and then another. He looks over at Ben and Gwil, giving them a small smile. “A ginger tea sounds lovely,” he says.

“Doesn’t it,” Gwil says, smiling back. “We’ll go hunt one down.”

“Thank you,” Rami says, and he closes his eyes again, settling back against the pillow.

[laminy]

“Ben.”

Ben barely glances over Gwil as he paces around, biting down on the thumbnail in his mouth.

“Ben.”

It’s Joe this time, but Ben still doesn’t say anything, doesn’t stop pacing. He takes his hand away from his mouth just to tightly cross his arms

Gwil and Joe look over at each other, and Joe sighs, pushing himself up, walking over to Ben. It takes some manoeuvring to get in front of him at the speed that Ben’s pacing around, but Joe finally manages to get his hands on Ben’s shoulders, looking at him. “Benny, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”

“Do you think he’s alright?” Ben asks, and Joe sighs, shaking his head.

“I…don’t know, honestly,” Joe says. “Benny, we’re— we all care about Rami, okay?”

Ben looks at Joe, and then nods quickly. “Yeah, yes, of course, I— I know. I’m sorry.” He sniffles a bit, wiping at his eyes. “He’s— yeah, you’ve known him for…forever.”

“It’s okay,” Joe says, and he pulls Ben into a hug, rubbing his back gently, soothing him, and Ben lets out a broken sob, burying his face in Joe’s neck.

With that, Gwil pushes himself up, walking over to the two of them, wrapping his arms around them both, the three of them embracing in the middle of the waiting room. “It’s all going to be alright,” Gwil says softly, and Ben nods, making a quiet noise. “I think he was just dehydrated.”

“I know,” Ben says, sniffling and pulling back, wiping at his eyes. “Yeah, he’s fine.”

“Yeah!” Joe says eagerly, nodding. He reaches up, brushing the tears off Ben’s face, smiling as he leans in, kissing his cheek.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Gwil asks, gripping Ben’s shoulder in his hand, and Ben nods.

“Yeah,” he says softly, looking down.

“Good,” Gwil says, pulling him in, kissing his temple. “Now sit.”

Ben shakes his head. “I’ll wait,” he says.

“He’s okay,” Joe says, and Ben nods.

“I still wanna wait.”

Waiting takes about another hour, before someone comes out for them, saying that Rami is asking for a Ben Jones. Ben gives Joe and Gwil each a quick hug before he heads down a hallway to a room, curtain pulled across the doorway. “Rami?” Ben asks quietly, pushing the curtain aside, and he smiles as soon as he sees Rami looking at him, tired smile on his face, an IV hooked up to his arm.

“Hi,” Rami says, and Ben walks over to the bed, pulling a chair over with him, sitting down. Rami reaches out with with his hand, brushing it over over Ben’s cheeks, and Ben reaches up, kissing Rami’s fingers. “You look sad.”

Ben sniffles and his eyes fill with tears again. “Better now,” he says softly, and Rami’s smile grows.

“Yeah?” Rami asks, and Ben nods.

“How are you?” Ben asks.

Rami gestures vaguely to his IV, and then shrugs, looking at Ben. “Better now,” he says, and Ben smiles back at him.

[laminy]

Could we have a snippet of Rami getting nervous before the premiere of Borhap and his boyfriend Ben is there to tell how much he loves him and how proud of Rami he is, which has Rami going out onto the carpet with confidence as his boyfriend his proud of him.

There’s almost no time for them to be alone. The four of them are being picked up in the same car and driven to the red carpet together, and then they’ll be in front of the cameras all night, talking to press, answering the same questions over and over. So for right now the only time they have together is in the bathroom, away from Gwil and Joe, who were excitedly taking selfies out in the room, and now Gwil’s on the phone with his parents, while Joe keeps trying to fix his hair.

Rami blows out a breath, and reaches out to Ben, but then spins on his feet, pacing away from him. Ben reaches out to gently grasp onto Rami’s arm, pulling him back in towards him.

“What are you doing?” Ben asks.

“Freaking out,” Rami says, “I thought that was obvious.”

“Why?” Ben asks. “You’re going to be amazing.”

“This isn’t me,” Rami says, shaking his head. “I’m not— the lead. In a huge movie like this? I— Ben, this is going to be awful.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Ben says. “You’re going to be fine.” He rests his hands on Rami’s waist, and pulls him in a bit closer. “What’s going on?” he asks gently.

“Your shirt is ridiculous,” Rami says softly, running his fingers over the sheer black fabric.

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so,” Ben says, and he tilts his head, pressing a kiss to Rami’s forehead. “Use it as a distraction. Focus on me all night, you’ll be fine.”

“I’m nervous,” Rami admits quietly.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Ben says with a smile. “You don’t have to be.”

“What if it fails?” Rami asks.

“You go back to your Emmy-winning TV show and your handsome boyfriend,” Ben says.

“What if they hate me as Freddie?” Rami asks.

“They won’t,” Ben says. “But if they do…” He shrugs. “They won’t. Not possible. Everybody loves you.”

“Hmm.”

“I love you,” Ben says, and Rami looks up at him with a faint smile, so Ben leans in, giving him a kiss. “This is going to be a brilliant night.” He kisses him again. “I’m so proud of you. Of this. You did an amazing job, and everybody is going to see it.”

“They’re going to see you too,” Rami says, cupping Ben’s cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb over Ben’s cheekbone. “You won’t be my best-kept secret anymore, Mr. Roger Taylor.”

“I’m so happy to finally see this with you,” Ben says. “After everything we went through filming the bloody thing.” He grins and Rami laughs. “How many directors was it again?”

“God, do you think they’ll ask about him?” Rami asks.

“I think they were told not to,” Ben says. “It’s going to be fine. You’re alright. You’ve done press before, you know.” He kisses Rami’s cheek, and pulls him in closer. “You’re not usually nervous like this.”

“I know,” Rami says, “but this feels big.” Ben smirks and winks, wiggling his hips a bit, and Rami rolls his eyes. “We don’t have time. Especially not since someone’s going back to Italy tomorrow.”

“I know,” Ben says, and he just takes a deep breath, looking at Rami. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rami says, and they stand there together for a few moments until there’s a knock on the door.

“Car’s here!” Gwil calls, and Rami and Ben look at each other. Rami sighs, and Ben gently squeezes his waist.

“You're alright,” Ben whispers, ducking his head to lean in and kiss Rami on the neck. “Let’s go.”

[laminy]

Can we have something where Rami is feeling insecure about how he looks but Ben reassures him he’s perfect the way he is

“And I like your teeth.”

Rami tries not to smile, rolling his eyes. “Stop it,” he says, shifting on the bed, but Ben just moves with him, leaning over him.

“And your eyes.”

“Ben,” Rami says, gently whining.

“Seriously,” Ben says, reaching out to trail his fingertips over Rami’s temple. “How any of us get any work done, I don’t know.”

Rami sighs, stretching out on the bed, looking up at Ben. “I’m a grown man,” he says.

Ben makes a bit of a confused face, smiling. “Uh, so am I,” he says, chuckling.

“So I don’t need you to do this,” Rami says.

“What if I want to?” Ben asks. “What if I want to tell my boyfriend how gorgeous—” He leans down, kissing Rami’s cheek. “Beautiful.” He kisses his temple. “Sexy.” He leans in, kissing between Rami’s eyebrows, making Rami flinch a bit and close his eyes in surprise. “Handsome.” Ben kisses Rami’s eyelids before he looks up at him again. “He is,” Ben says, smiling down at him. “Can’t I do that?”

Rami smiles bashfully, looking down as he plays with the hem of his sweater, and then he shrugs. “I guess if you want to,” he says, reaching up to push Ben’s hair back off his forehead, smiling. “I don’t mind.”

“No?” Ben asks, and Rami shakes his head. “Okay,” he says, and then he leans down, giving Rami a quick kiss. “What else do you want to hear?” he asks, reaching down, running his hand comfortingly down Rami’s side.

“Whatever you want to say,” Rami says, and Ben smiles.

“You want to hear it?” Ben asks, and Rami nods. “Good.” Ben gives Rami another quick kiss, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at him. “You’re exquisite, darling,” he says, and Rami just bursts into a grin. “Absolutely brilliant.”