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Dem exhaled contentedly as Ben settled his ear against his chest. He thought about the two of them. There they were, both so unhappy for so long and all they needed was each other. It was funny how the thing he needed all along had been there the whole time.

He thought about Ivan and Lisbeth, his son taking in Ben’s daughter like she was his sister. The two of the them and their kids all living in under one roof. They were a real family, Ben making Ivan pbj’s and knowing how he liked the crusts cut off and doing all their laundry together and making grocery lists and kissing each other in the morning. He smiled, “We are domestic aren’t we?”

He hoped that Ben didn’t hear the way his heart skipped a beat thinking about the life they had to come and he hoped Ben wouldn’t find it stupid for being so excited about it. Dem had always tried to play it off like he wasn’t a big sentimentalist, but he completely was, down to the bone.

His hand brushed Ben’s bangs out of his eyes, “Spock, you really need to cut your hair before the wedding. I’m all for the something-to-grab-onto thing, but it’s getting pretty shaggy, you can hardly see.”

“We are,” Ben agreed. “And we’re awesome at it. Just saying.” He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He thought about how Lisbeth was probably going to end up speaking fluent Russian between Dem and Ivan talking to her. He thought about being there to help Ivan with homework. Not that he thought that Dem didn’t help him, but Ben had always wanted kids, and he’d always wanted to do all the fun parent-y things with them.

He knew he’d be able to help Lisbeth once she was the right age, but he loved that he could be there for Ivan, too. He glanced up at Dem from under his bangs, knowing that Dem was thinking about their odd little family, too. His smile faltered slightly when Dem mentioned his hair.

“Yeah, I guess I could use a trim,” he said, his voice going a little soft. Without thinking about it, he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, moving it so that it covered his ears. His ears had always made him self-conscious, and after what had happened to him in high school, he’d always worn his hair kind of longish in an attempt to cover them up. He knew it was childish to still be insecure about it, but four years of kids calling him Dumbo had left an impression.

Dmitri had no Ben for a long enough period to notice when something was off. Nevermind that it was pretty easy to tell when Ben wasn’t being totally open, Dem could tell something was off just by looking at him usually. This was one of those occasions.

So when Ben’s smile slowly faded away and his voice turned soft as if he’d been just scolded, Dem couldn’t help but frown. He put a palm to Ben’s cheek, eyes searching the other man’s.

It wouldn’t be the first time Ben had tried to hide something from him. For the most part, Dem let things that slide. He figured that if Ben really wanted to talk about it, he would in his own time. Forcing something out of somebody wasn’t very fair or kind or helpful as far as his experience went. Yet, this time it seemed different. What ever was bothering Ben seemed to be genuinely hurting him.

“Spock, what’s wrong?” whispered Dem, his hand sliding up to tuck the hair Ben had moved behind his ear. He kissed the top of his fiance’s forehead, “You can tell me. You know that.”

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I really don’t and until a few minutes ago…>_> I didn’t think anyone did. Kudos to you though for being brave enough to have your picture taken in them man. xD

Garrett, I’m positive you’ve seen the other photos I’ve posted on here. Lederhosen is probably the least embarrassing thing I’ve been photographed in.

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Hey

Hey

<_<

>_>

I love you

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I think you spelled ‘worried’ wrong…

You mean you don’t have  a ceremonial pair of lederhosen?

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Honey, you’re so stylish. XD

You’re jealous.

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Ben sat up a little, pulling his shirt off so fast that he was surprised that he didn’t rip it. He couldn’t translate exactly what Dem was saying, but he knew that it was a command, and he knew that their clothes were just getting in the way at this point. Dem’s tugging at his pants was so forceful that it pulled Ben down the bed a little bit, but Ben hardly cared. He liked it when Dem let loose, and he didn’t want him to hold anything back. He thought it was sexy.

He barely had time to think about it, though, as Dem pushed him into his crotch. Again, the Russian dragged a moan from his throat, and he slid his hands up Dem’s legs, resting them on his hips for a moment. He looked up at Dem. Again, a translation wasn’t really necessary, and he put his hands on Dem’s belt, undoing it and unbuttoning Dem’s jeans. He made quick work of pulling them down, along with Dem’s boxers.

Without breaking eye contact, Ben took Dem’s head into his mouth, sucking on it as he used his hand to slowly pump Dem’s shaft. He took more and more of Dem into his mouth, using his tongue to caress the sensitive skin.

Dem’s fingers curled into Ben’s hair. He let out a rough groan from the back of his throat and his went wide. Ben, for being a straight man at least four months prior, probably gave the best head than anyone on the planet. What he did was downright pornographic and Dem hissed out, “Yebet.” (fuck)

Without control of himself, Dem’s mouth formed an “O” and his eyes narrowed as he looked down at Ben. A wicked smile crossed his face, “Vy tratite vremya. Vozmite vse eto.” (You’re wasting time. Take it all.)

His hands gripped Ben’s hair even harder, holding his hair still. Dem slowly began to roll his hips, pushing himself into Ben’s mouth. He picked up a rhythm, reeling each time he felt himself hit the back of Ben’s throat.

His voice was a near growl, “Vozmite.” (take it)

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“You should wear a medical one,” Ben replied, grinning widely. “And I can wear one with the Science Division insignia.” The idea of them actually dressing like Spock and Bones on their wedding day actually seemed really romantic to Ben, and at the same time it gave him a case of the giggles. He turned his head, pressing his forehead to Dem’s chest as he laughed.

He made a mental note to thank Anna for the cake. On the one hand, she was being totally nice and incredibly helpful, but it also made Ben feel like people weren’t judging them for getting married. In a way, Ben didn’t care what other people thought. He loved Dem, and he was going to marry him no matter what. But it was nice to have that sense of support.

“Hell yeah, we’re getting married,” Ben said. He hugged Dem just a little tighter, nuzzling his nose against his chest. He moved his hand, pushing his hair back as it fell into his face a little. “We’re in love, and we’re getting married. How domestic are we?” He smiled and rested his ear to Dem’s chest. He could hear his heartbeat. He loved being this close to someone, and he loved that that someone was Dem.

Dem exhaled contentedly as Ben settled his ear against his chest. He thought about the two of them. There they were, both so unhappy for so long and all they needed was each other. It was funny how the thing he needed all along had been there the whole time.

He thought about Ivan and Lisbeth, his son taking in Ben’s daughter like she was his sister. The two of the them and their kids all living in under one roof. They were a real family, Ben making Ivan pbj’s and knowing how he liked the crusts cut off and doing all their laundry together and making grocery lists and kissing each other in the morning. He smiled, “We are domestic aren’t we?”

He hoped that Ben didn’t hear the way his heart skipped a beat thinking about the life they had to come and he hoped Ben wouldn’t find it stupid for being so excited about it. Dem had always tried to play it off like he wasn’t a big sentimentalist, but he completely was, down to the bone.

His hand brushed Ben’s bangs out of his eyes, “Spock, you really need to cut your hair before the wedding. I’m all for the something-to-grab-onto thing, but it’s getting pretty shaggy, you can hardly see.”

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Ben let out a soft moan as Dem rolled his hips against him, but it became a loud groan as he heard Dem speaking, his voice low and growling. Or maybe Ben was imagining the growling quality, but either way he rubbed against Dem like a cat in heat, tilting his head back so that his boyfriend could get at more of his skin. He grinned as Dem translated for him. Even though Ben didn’t understand a lick of Russian, it was hardly necessary.

“I figured that was somewhere in there,” he laughed a little. His laughter stopped abruptly as Dem flipped him onto his back. Ben squeaked with the suddenness of it, though he wasn’t exactly surprised. Dem liked to take charge, and it all worked out because Ben liked it when Dem took charge. He stared up at him, grinning as Dem’s hands moved over his chest. Even fully clothed, Ben always felt naked when Dmitri touched him. The proximity alone sent chills up his spine, and he loved it. Ben tugged at his own t-shirt, wriggling a little as he tried to take it off with Dem lying on top of him.

“Keep talking and you can do anything you want to me,” he said with a wink, even though he’d never say no to Dem anyway.

Dem smirked. He loved seeing Ben like this, clamoring and stumbling over himself to get at him. He laid to the side, sliding off of Ben. With a hand pulling up Ben’s shirt and authoritative voice he spoke, “Razdevaiisya.” (take off your clothes)

He let Ben work on getting off his shirt while he began to work at Ben’s pants, tugging them down over his hips with no semblance of kindness. Dem was notorious for getting rough and Ben was more than welcoming of it. Hell, he enjoyed it and Dem took advantage of it. As soon as he had Ben’s pants off enough to splay his hand over his bare ass, he brought that same hand up to Ben’s neck.

In retrospect, Dem felt a little guilty for doing it, though at the time it was reflex. He held Ben’s neck, fingers pressing into his skin, and pushed the other man’s face down to his crotch. His voice demanding, he bit the words, “Ya khochu chtoby sosat menya. Syeiichas.” (I want you to suck me off. Now.)

bennotbenji:

Ben stretched out across the mattress before turning onto his side. He rested his head on Dmitri’s chest, arms curling around him. Ben could see both of their rings reflecting the soft moonlight, and the sight made him smile. He kissed Dmitri’s chest and sighed contentedly. He still couldn’t believe that they were getting married. He hadn’t thought that Dem would want to, all things considered, but he had proposed, and Ben really couldn’t articulate how happy he was.

There was a lot of planning to do, of course. They had to make guest lists and find a place for the ceremony and set the date and get tuxedos and decide on a cake and make invitations and… Ben shook his head lightly, then reached up to brush his hair to the side. They had plenty of time. He was determined not to stress about anything. This was going to be a happy occasion.

“If we had a theme wedding,” he said, thinking out loud, “then we could wear our Star Trek tunics. And we could put our rings inside out communicators.” He laughed a little at this. He was pretty sure that if he looked at his old notebooks from when he was a little kid, he’d probably find those wedding plans written down somewhere. He would always be a kid at heart. He knew it, and he knew that Dem was right there with him. It was part of the reason they worked so well, in his opinion.

Dem sighed as Ben snuggled into him. He opened his arms, welcoming Ben to his side. One hand hand lazily came up stroking the hair just behind Ben’s ear and the other resting on Ben’s forearm as it was resting on his chest. He leaned down, smelling the top of Ben’s hair and taking in the scent of his shampoo.

With a smile he pressed his lips to the top of Ben’s head, letting the brush against his hair as he spoke, “Even if we don’t wear the tunics, I have to gold Star Fleet pins in my shop we can wear on our lapels and Anna said she’d make us and Enterprise cake. I like the ring idea.”

It was odd, planning another wedding. If you would have told Dem he’d be doing this even three months ago he wouldn’t have believed you. Funny how one person can do that. Make you really happy again when you thought you’d never be.

He spoke, his voice almost in awe because he really couldn’t believe it, “Ben, we’re getting married.”

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Cause, you know. Totally sleeping. That’s all we’re doing. >_>

Yes. Sleeping. Of course.

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Ben couldn’t stop smiling, knowing that Dem had his number. It didn’t surprise him, really. Dmitri had a way of just knowing what he was thinking. It was like they were connected, and Ben loved it. He watched Dem slide down the bed, his arm immediately wrapping around him as the other man touched his cheek. He shivered at the warmth of Dem’s breath in his ear, biting his bottom lip as Dem muttered in Russian.

He tightened his grip on Dem’s shoulders, exhaling slowly as he tried not to get too excited too quickly. He moved his leg, hooking it over his boyfriend’s hips and dragging him closer so that they were pushed up against each other. He normally didn’t move Dem around like this, preferring to let him take charge when they were in bed, but he couldn’t help it. He smirked, pushing his hip into Dem’s.

“I’m sorry,” he said innocently. “I didn’t quite catch that. Can you say it again?” 

Dem smiled as he felt Ben’s hands grip his shoulders. He exhaled, dragging his lips across the underside of Ben’s jaw but didn’t quite kiss him. His arm wrapped around Ben’s waist, palm pressed on his ass to push him even closer. Dem pushed his hips against the other man’s with a slow roll. He let out a groan, sentence coming out in a slur, “Ya khochu k poshel na khuii v matras.”

He sucked on the skin on the underside of Ben’s chin before pulling him away and looking him in the eye. His forehead pressed against Ben’s, “That means I want to fuck you into the mattress.”

In a swift motion, he rolled Ben over so that Dem was on top of him legs trapping Ben’s so that they were wide open. His hands slid up the other man’s chest until he had them pressed into the pillows above his head.