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ben I s2g u get out of here because you spontaneously travel through time you coulda cheated on him.
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theaperturescientist liked your post“Is it bad that I kinda want someone to cheat on Steve just to see how...”
ben I s2g u get out of here because you spontaneously travel through time you coulda cheated on him.
He blinked, then laughed and kissed the other man’s cheek. “Well if we survive the trip, point to you. —You’re the only dinosaur I want though. You don’t try to eat my lab coat.”
"That you know of, at least. I might have chewed on it in your absence. Put your seatbelt on, what are you, some kind of wild animal?" He teased as he made a big show of revving the engine up.
Spit it out!
Send “Spit it out” and I’ll randomly generate a number, whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you.
"Get in loser, we’re going out."
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Nooo, I'm no senpai ^^; by the way, I do still have two replies for you in my drafts... I'll try to get them soon, sorry about the wait
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Did We Get Hitched Last Night?
Being a lightweight himself (it’s hard to do science when you’re drunk or hungover) Ben had yet to actually notice anything amiss. In fact he’d only woken up Steve so they could both be miserable together until his stomach cooperated long enough for him to pop by an era where there was an instant hang over cure.
"Huuh?"
He flopped from where he’d been tentatively attempting walking and rested his chin on the other man’s shoulder.
"Somthin’ t’ do with karaoke and a Vogon tha’ wanted to put a highway thru’ the solar system or somethin’." A squint as he attempted to dig up other memories. "Dunno why but you were in a tux at one point. —Or maybe a kilt. And… Elvis. Pretty sure he was there too."
Also a water slide and a herd of penguins were niggling at him. Hm. Must have been interesting…
"A Vo- what?" Steve asked rubbing his forehead, hand moving into Ben's hair before leaning over to press the sloppiest of kisses to Ben's cheek. Hangover kisses could be appreciated too right?
He listens to the other and when Ben mentions tuxedo he remembers what he was really asking in the first place. "Ben?" He says, sitting up too fast, feeling dizzy for a second before manhandling the other for a moment to get a hold of his left hand where again, there was a small gold band. "Ben.. you know how you wanted to wait to get married?" He hazards gently. "I don't think you subconsciously wanted to be patient... Ben.. I think we got married last night."
DAMN IT. I DIDNT MEAN TO ANSWER THAT PRIVATELY, SEND ME IT AGAIN
"Wake up, hun," [maybe it was magic alien vodka or smth]
They had wound up in at least a dozen different times and a dozen different places now and in some of these times and places, the alcoholic beverages could be tailored to actually affect him and this was both thrilling and terrifying because Steve had never been drunk, not even once.
So the very first time in his life that he finds himself waking up from a hangover is absolutely terrifying and he finds himself turning in the sheets, seeking the warm body and the heartbeat beneath the heated tanned skin that soothes him, reminds him that Ben is still there. “Ben,” He whimpers in response to the request that he wake up and in discovery that his partner was not laying in the bed beside him. “Ben I do not like this hangover nonsense, I refuse to have any more martian vodka.”
He grumbles as he rolls onto his back and places his hand on his forehead. When he catches a glimpse at his hand though he stops and stares at the little gold band glinting in the sunlight. “Beeeeeen?” He draws out the vowel as he requests an explanation. “What did we do last night?”