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treasure_geeksTitle: FAAAN FIICTION!
Author: Sarahsadork
Rating: PG
Summary: just read and find out... DO IT NOW!
Riley entered the bedroom he shared with his lover Ben to find said lover typing furiously on a lap top. Wait a minute, that wasn't just any laptop...that was Riley's baby! Rather than yell, Riley walked quietly over to Ben who seemed to be lost in his typings. Peering over the older man's shoulder, the pale computer geek read a few lines and stopped in shock; Ben wasn't writing anything for a presentation or weird history ceremony, no Ben was writing a romance story...about him and Riley!
"Uhh..Ben what the hell are you writing?" Riley's utterly confused question caused Ben to jump and quickly close the laptop. He, Ben Gates, had been caught writing fan fiction, there was no way he would ever live this down.
"It's..it's nothing Ri, really, I was just surfing the web or whatever." Ben shifted his eyes, knowing that the younger brunette had not believed a word that he just said.
"Really? Because it looked like you were writing a dirty, smutty story about two guys who happened to have the same names and living arrangements as us, but I must have seen wrong, I mean come on, only twelve year old girls write lame romantic gay stories and post them for other twelve year olds."
"They are not lame! And it's called slash!" Ben quickly covered his mouth, realizing how much like a twelve year old girl he sounded at that moment. He cast his gaze back to the laughing man in front of him who was bent over, hands resting on his knees in his mirth.
"OK, OK slash whatever, its still written by twelve year olds. And why the hell are you writing about us anyway? I know I'm simply irresistible, but you're a completely other story." Ben snorted at this, but his expression quickly turned back to one of a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Well at least I'm not watching porn like some people" Riley blushed and looked away at this, he hadn't meant for Ben to catch him the one day, but it luckily did lead to one of their best sexual experiences. But hey, why was he embarrassed? Ben was the one sitting there writing stories that could probably be considered porn. And now that he thought about it, he would not look good in leather boots, the ass-less leather chaps maybe, but the boots were out of the question.
"When did you start writing this stuff?" Riley had many questions running through his brain, and it was best to start at the beginning.
"Well it's your fault really." Ben commented, in an accusing tone.
"My fault?" Riley huffed, "How is your odd obsession my fault?"
"Well you know that livejournal thing you go on all the time to write boring blogs about?" Ben smiled at Riley's outburst when his blogs were called boring. "Well I went on your computer to look up the times this new civil war exhibit was opening, and I got a bit sidetracked."
Riley raised an eyebrow, but made no further comment, waiting for the older man to continue, "Anyway, I was looking at the website and decided to search my name, and this community came up called "Treasure Geeks" and, well I was curious and clicked on it. Turns out, girls from all over the place have been writing stories about the two of us. I read a few of them, and they were actually pretty interesting, though they lacked historical facts and information."
Riley walked over to Ben and sat on his lap, clicking away on the laptop's mouse until he came to the site called livejournal.
As he looked around the site, Ben continued his story. "I decided that there needed to be a well written, historical and over-all sexual story based on real events posted to the site, so I wrote a story. Turns out, it was a hit and I've been hooked ever since. There was a challenge posted a while ago requesting these stories called crack!fics, you should see some of the things people have us doing! There was one where you killed Harry Potter and another where you were a rabbit and I was a fox. I never got a chance to write a story, "Ben paused, frowning, but quickly continued, "I've been dying to know who won, but no one seems to be voting, I of course voted, but most of the other community members haven't." Ben crossed his arms across his chest in an obnoxiously annoyed fashion causing Riley to go into another fit of laughter.
Riley had read two stories on the community during Ben's explanation and he was very anxious to get Ben into their bed and to try to come up with a great story of their own.
"I've come up with a great idea for a story" Riley said, grabbing his love's hand, leading him to their bed, "But I think I need to work out a few kinks before I go posting it." And with that last comment, Riley pounced on the taller historian, ravishing him.
Yeah that's right, I'm trying to bribe you into voting with fanfiction. NOW VOTE! Pweeeeze! I'll wuv you forever! *puppy dog eyes*
Author: Sarahsadork
Rating: PG
Summary: just read and find out... DO IT NOW!
Riley entered the bedroom he shared with his lover Ben to find said lover typing furiously on a lap top. Wait a minute, that wasn't just any laptop...that was Riley's baby! Rather than yell, Riley walked quietly over to Ben who seemed to be lost in his typings. Peering over the older man's shoulder, the pale computer geek read a few lines and stopped in shock; Ben wasn't writing anything for a presentation or weird history ceremony, no Ben was writing a romance story...about him and Riley!
"Uhh..Ben what the hell are you writing?" Riley's utterly confused question caused Ben to jump and quickly close the laptop. He, Ben Gates, had been caught writing fan fiction, there was no way he would ever live this down.
"It's..it's nothing Ri, really, I was just surfing the web or whatever." Ben shifted his eyes, knowing that the younger brunette had not believed a word that he just said.
"Really? Because it looked like you were writing a dirty, smutty story about two guys who happened to have the same names and living arrangements as us, but I must have seen wrong, I mean come on, only twelve year old girls write lame romantic gay stories and post them for other twelve year olds."
"They are not lame! And it's called slash!" Ben quickly covered his mouth, realizing how much like a twelve year old girl he sounded at that moment. He cast his gaze back to the laughing man in front of him who was bent over, hands resting on his knees in his mirth.
"OK, OK slash whatever, its still written by twelve year olds. And why the hell are you writing about us anyway? I know I'm simply irresistible, but you're a completely other story." Ben snorted at this, but his expression quickly turned back to one of a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Well at least I'm not watching porn like some people" Riley blushed and looked away at this, he hadn't meant for Ben to catch him the one day, but it luckily did lead to one of their best sexual experiences. But hey, why was he embarrassed? Ben was the one sitting there writing stories that could probably be considered porn. And now that he thought about it, he would not look good in leather boots, the ass-less leather chaps maybe, but the boots were out of the question.
"When did you start writing this stuff?" Riley had many questions running through his brain, and it was best to start at the beginning.
"Well it's your fault really." Ben commented, in an accusing tone.
"My fault?" Riley huffed, "How is your odd obsession my fault?"
"Well you know that livejournal thing you go on all the time to write boring blogs about?" Ben smiled at Riley's outburst when his blogs were called boring. "Well I went on your computer to look up the times this new civil war exhibit was opening, and I got a bit sidetracked."
Riley raised an eyebrow, but made no further comment, waiting for the older man to continue, "Anyway, I was looking at the website and decided to search my name, and this community came up called "Treasure Geeks" and, well I was curious and clicked on it. Turns out, girls from all over the place have been writing stories about the two of us. I read a few of them, and they were actually pretty interesting, though they lacked historical facts and information."
Riley walked over to Ben and sat on his lap, clicking away on the laptop's mouse until he came to the site called livejournal.
As he looked around the site, Ben continued his story. "I decided that there needed to be a well written, historical and over-all sexual story based on real events posted to the site, so I wrote a story. Turns out, it was a hit and I've been hooked ever since. There was a challenge posted a while ago requesting these stories called crack!fics, you should see some of the things people have us doing! There was one where you killed Harry Potter and another where you were a rabbit and I was a fox. I never got a chance to write a story, "Ben paused, frowning, but quickly continued, "I've been dying to know who won, but no one seems to be voting, I of course voted, but most of the other community members haven't." Ben crossed his arms across his chest in an obnoxiously annoyed fashion causing Riley to go into another fit of laughter.
Riley had read two stories on the community during Ben's explanation and he was very anxious to get Ben into their bed and to try to come up with a great story of their own.
"I've come up with a great idea for a story" Riley said, grabbing his love's hand, leading him to their bed, "But I think I need to work out a few kinks before I go posting it." And with that last comment, Riley pounced on the taller historian, ravishing him.
Yeah that's right, I'm trying to bribe you into voting with fanfiction. NOW VOTE! Pweeeeze! I'll wuv you forever! *puppy dog eyes*
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