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apocalypsostitle: go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
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trollprincess
fandom: Make Me A Supermodel
pairing: Ronnie/Ben
rating: R
spoilers: The fashion week episode.
summary: Ronnie thinks about sex a lot.
disclaimer: They're not really sleeping together. Ben has a wife. Ronnie has a crush. And I have an unresolved wish that we could all go back in time and re-do the fetish photo shoot with Ben and Ronnie making out in their underwear for cameras. Or maybe just for me.
author's note: Title from "Fairytale" by Sara Bareilles. And don't go spreading this around, yo. Oh, poor Ben's wife. *headsmack*
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go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
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Ronnie thinks about sex a lot.
Well, okay, that's nothing new. And it's not like he's the only one in the house thinking about sex all the time. They're a bunch of ridiculously good-looking people sharing the same living space, which means you get up every day and there are hot highly fuckable people everywhere you look, with the possible exception of half of the cameramen and that one production assistant with the big hairy mole on her forehead. Frankie named it Danny after Danny DeVito since he figured something that large deserved a name.
But yeah, see, everybody in the house is thinking of sex, although not with the mole or anything. Possibly the only one not thinking about sex is Holly, which Ronnie figures is bullshit. Ronnie vaguely remembers virginity and he definitely thought about sex to almost ludicrous extremes, which was probably why he flunked ninth-grade algebra but made it all the way to third base with his tutor.
Hell, Holly probably thinks about sex more than the rest of them combined. He bets she sits there quietly and watches all of them at dinner and just matter-of-factly thinks things like, "You know, Jackie would probably fuck Perry against the bathroom wall with a bright pink strap-on in a heartbeat." It's always the quiet ones.
The point?
Oh, right, the point.
The point is that it's perfectly okay that Ronnie turned into a pervert as soon as he'd walked into the house. After all, having sordid sex dreams about your roommate isn't that bad, right?
You're supposed to agree with him, by the way.
*
About halfway through the season, right after Casey gets sent packing, Ben and his wife break up over the phone.
It's really sad, honestly, and Ben's lucky he doesn't flub his runway walk that week so badly he faceplants into the catwalk. He actually does even better, which just makes things worse for some dumb reason. Somewhere along the line Ronnie probably has a perfectly legitimate opening to cheer, pour rum down Ben's throat, and drunkenly manhandle the hell out of him, but instead he spends a lot of time patting Ben on the back and saying stuff like, "It won't hurt forever."
Again, bullshit, because Ronnie can specifically remember all of his break-ups hurting for a while. Even splitting up with the porn star hurt a little bit, although it was nice to date guys again who'd rather fuck than watch Bruce Willis movies and do stomach crunches.
But Ronnie's a good friend. Always has been. So there's a lot of concerned questions and quiet talks, and this one night Ronnie rolls over in bed to face the wall and pretends he can't hear Ben crying or whatever.
His errant sexual train of thought comes roaring back down the tracks the next time Ben smiles at him.
Stupid Southern boys.
*
Okay, are we going for total honesty here?
Because every time Ronnie passes that photo of Perry and Casey from the fetish shoot that's hanging on the wall, he starts wondering what it would have been like if he and Ben had been picked to do that and has to go lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off.
Hey, you asked.
You didn't? Oh, well, you learn something new every day. That's your new thing.
*
By the time it gets down to four people -- the two of them, and Shannon and Holly -- Ben's back to his usual flirtatious self.
Which ... okay, this fucking sucks. At any other time in his whole goddamn life Ronnie's response to Ben giving him that smoldering come-hither look to get him to loosen up during runway training would not be to restrain the urge to shake Ben like crazy and yell, "Stop making me want to suck your cock, you asshole!"
Ronnie's totally going to crack one of these days and do it, too, probably when the cameras are rolling. Ben will be walking around in a towel or something making fuck -me eyes at him and talking about how he thinks he wants to explore the theory that he may be a two-beer queer and Ronnie will just ... just fucking lose it. The boy-next-door thing will slip and he'll grab onto Ben and shove him onto the bed and growl, "Where do you get off being hot, half-naked, single, and bicurious?" right before he, like, gives Ben the best handjob of his life or teaches him what snowballing is or some shit.
For the record, he does not actually have this whole thing planned out.
*
The night Shannon gets kicked off -- and who the hell trips on the runway? That was freaking hilarious right there -- Ben looks across the room at Ronnie after all of the cameras are gone for the night and whispers, "Hey, you wanna make out?"
Ronnie freezes. It's not like there are, like, night vision cameras or anything stashed around their bedroom (although there might be and they might just not know which terrifies the crap out of Ronnie) but knowing the crew they probably have a midget with a little handheld camera stashed away in the laundry hamper at night.
And hell, now that he's got the possibility in his head it's never going to leave. Great. Now he's going to be all paranoid of invisible dwarves watching him when he's in the bathroom taking a piss.
"Ben," he groans, rolling over into the mattress before Ben sees he's broken the landspeed record for getting an erection.
"Well, do you?"
"Well, yeah," Ronnie mutters. "But I'm not going to."
"Why not?"
Ronnie makes another groan into his pillow. "That's a stupid question, dude."
Ben's looking at the back of his head from across the room, Ronnie knows, but Ronnie is absolutely not going to roll over and look at him. If he looks at Ben, it's pretty much game over from that point. Fuck the show, fuck Ben's poor wife somewhere out there, fuck the production assistant who's going to change the goddamn bedsheets and start Internet rumors. Ronnie's going to be on the other side of the room so fast his comforter will hit the mattress again right about the time he's gotten Ben's dick all the way into his ass.
Okay, so maybe he might be a little desperate.
Ben sighs. "Not that stupid," he says, and rolls over in bed.
Ronnie doesn't sleep a wink for the rest of the night.
*
And then Holly gets kicked off.
Oh, hell.
It's official. The audience hates them.
*
All right, so maybe not hates them.
Ronnie spends an hour checking their bedroom for hidden cameras.
*
The night before their final runway, Ben is wired. He's really seriously fucking wired, and it's even grating on Ronnie's nerves. He's practically bouncing around the house alternating between excited and terrified. Ronnie figures he's officially gone by the time he tries to make a midnight snack with contraband Fruity Pebbles and six shots of Jager.
"Come on," he says, and hustles Ben up towards their bedroom, and gives the camera guys some heavy stink-eye until they all finally pack up their shit for the night and head out.
As soon as they're gone, Ben isn't having the manhandling anymore. He grabs at Ronnie's hands, clutches at his wrists as he tugs Ronnie into their bedroom and shuts the door. He shoves Ronnie against the door, not hard and not gentle, fingers tightening in Ronnie's shirt.
He leans forward and presses his face into the curve of Ronnie's neck, breathes deep and full, and Ronnie is going to die.
"Oh, man," Ben says.
"I know," Ronnie says, and he is absolutely not rubbing up against Ben. He's not, because Ben's giddy and wide-eyed and oh, fuck, what the hell is he doing?
Ronnie thinks he chokes out Ben's name, later on when he's got time to think clearly and Ben isn't sliding his hand past the waistband of Ronnie's boxer briefs and mumbling, "It's just us." Ronnie could take that a couple of different ways if his brain were working, but his brain's migrated to his cock apparently, and mostly all it's contributing is a bunch of happy squealing.
"Are you --" Ben sucks on his collarbone, nips at it, and Ronnie just freaking gives up, snaps, "Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?" and spins the two of them around until Ben's backed up against the door and Ronnie's trying to memorize what every damn inch of Ben's mouth tastes like.
Ben grabs at him blindly, hand still on Ronnie's cock, not letting go anytime soon or maybe ever.
They just keep going, and ...
Yeah, they just keep going.
*
Ronnie crawls out of bed before sunrise, kisses Ben long and hard before he crosses the room and says, "Good luck."
"Don't need it," Ben says, hands behind his head and a smug smile on his face.
Ronnie's already crawling into his bed when he says, "Keep up the attitude and I won't blow you when you win."
Ben chuckles and rolls over.
*
Ben keeps up the attitude.
Ronnie blows him anyway when he wins.
Well, he did earn it, after all.
*
author:
trollprincessfandom: Make Me A Supermodel
pairing: Ronnie/Ben
rating: R
spoilers: The fashion week episode.
summary: Ronnie thinks about sex a lot.
disclaimer: They're not really sleeping together. Ben has a wife. Ronnie has a crush. And I have an unresolved wish that we could all go back in time and re-do the fetish photo shoot with Ben and Ronnie making out in their underwear for cameras. Or maybe just for me.
author's note: Title from "Fairytale" by Sara Bareilles. And don't go spreading this around, yo. Oh, poor Ben's wife. *headsmack*
go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
*
Ronnie thinks about sex a lot.
Well, okay, that's nothing new. And it's not like he's the only one in the house thinking about sex all the time. They're a bunch of ridiculously good-looking people sharing the same living space, which means you get up every day and there are hot highly fuckable people everywhere you look, with the possible exception of half of the cameramen and that one production assistant with the big hairy mole on her forehead. Frankie named it Danny after Danny DeVito since he figured something that large deserved a name.
But yeah, see, everybody in the house is thinking of sex, although not with the mole or anything. Possibly the only one not thinking about sex is Holly, which Ronnie figures is bullshit. Ronnie vaguely remembers virginity and he definitely thought about sex to almost ludicrous extremes, which was probably why he flunked ninth-grade algebra but made it all the way to third base with his tutor.
Hell, Holly probably thinks about sex more than the rest of them combined. He bets she sits there quietly and watches all of them at dinner and just matter-of-factly thinks things like, "You know, Jackie would probably fuck Perry against the bathroom wall with a bright pink strap-on in a heartbeat." It's always the quiet ones.
The point?
Oh, right, the point.
The point is that it's perfectly okay that Ronnie turned into a pervert as soon as he'd walked into the house. After all, having sordid sex dreams about your roommate isn't that bad, right?
You're supposed to agree with him, by the way.
*
About halfway through the season, right after Casey gets sent packing, Ben and his wife break up over the phone.
It's really sad, honestly, and Ben's lucky he doesn't flub his runway walk that week so badly he faceplants into the catwalk. He actually does even better, which just makes things worse for some dumb reason. Somewhere along the line Ronnie probably has a perfectly legitimate opening to cheer, pour rum down Ben's throat, and drunkenly manhandle the hell out of him, but instead he spends a lot of time patting Ben on the back and saying stuff like, "It won't hurt forever."
Again, bullshit, because Ronnie can specifically remember all of his break-ups hurting for a while. Even splitting up with the porn star hurt a little bit, although it was nice to date guys again who'd rather fuck than watch Bruce Willis movies and do stomach crunches.
But Ronnie's a good friend. Always has been. So there's a lot of concerned questions and quiet talks, and this one night Ronnie rolls over in bed to face the wall and pretends he can't hear Ben crying or whatever.
His errant sexual train of thought comes roaring back down the tracks the next time Ben smiles at him.
Stupid Southern boys.
*
Okay, are we going for total honesty here?
Because every time Ronnie passes that photo of Perry and Casey from the fetish shoot that's hanging on the wall, he starts wondering what it would have been like if he and Ben had been picked to do that and has to go lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off.
Hey, you asked.
You didn't? Oh, well, you learn something new every day. That's your new thing.
*
By the time it gets down to four people -- the two of them, and Shannon and Holly -- Ben's back to his usual flirtatious self.
Which ... okay, this fucking sucks. At any other time in his whole goddamn life Ronnie's response to Ben giving him that smoldering come-hither look to get him to loosen up during runway training would not be to restrain the urge to shake Ben like crazy and yell, "Stop making me want to suck your cock, you asshole!"
Ronnie's totally going to crack one of these days and do it, too, probably when the cameras are rolling. Ben will be walking around in a towel or something making fuck -me eyes at him and talking about how he thinks he wants to explore the theory that he may be a two-beer queer and Ronnie will just ... just fucking lose it. The boy-next-door thing will slip and he'll grab onto Ben and shove him onto the bed and growl, "Where do you get off being hot, half-naked, single, and bicurious?" right before he, like, gives Ben the best handjob of his life or teaches him what snowballing is or some shit.
For the record, he does not actually have this whole thing planned out.
*
The night Shannon gets kicked off -- and who the hell trips on the runway? That was freaking hilarious right there -- Ben looks across the room at Ronnie after all of the cameras are gone for the night and whispers, "Hey, you wanna make out?"
Ronnie freezes. It's not like there are, like, night vision cameras or anything stashed around their bedroom (although there might be and they might just not know which terrifies the crap out of Ronnie) but knowing the crew they probably have a midget with a little handheld camera stashed away in the laundry hamper at night.
And hell, now that he's got the possibility in his head it's never going to leave. Great. Now he's going to be all paranoid of invisible dwarves watching him when he's in the bathroom taking a piss.
"Ben," he groans, rolling over into the mattress before Ben sees he's broken the landspeed record for getting an erection.
"Well, do you?"
"Well, yeah," Ronnie mutters. "But I'm not going to."
"Why not?"
Ronnie makes another groan into his pillow. "That's a stupid question, dude."
Ben's looking at the back of his head from across the room, Ronnie knows, but Ronnie is absolutely not going to roll over and look at him. If he looks at Ben, it's pretty much game over from that point. Fuck the show, fuck Ben's poor wife somewhere out there, fuck the production assistant who's going to change the goddamn bedsheets and start Internet rumors. Ronnie's going to be on the other side of the room so fast his comforter will hit the mattress again right about the time he's gotten Ben's dick all the way into his ass.
Okay, so maybe he might be a little desperate.
Ben sighs. "Not that stupid," he says, and rolls over in bed.
Ronnie doesn't sleep a wink for the rest of the night.
*
And then Holly gets kicked off.
Oh, hell.
It's official. The audience hates them.
*
All right, so maybe not hates them.
Ronnie spends an hour checking their bedroom for hidden cameras.
*
The night before their final runway, Ben is wired. He's really seriously fucking wired, and it's even grating on Ronnie's nerves. He's practically bouncing around the house alternating between excited and terrified. Ronnie figures he's officially gone by the time he tries to make a midnight snack with contraband Fruity Pebbles and six shots of Jager.
"Come on," he says, and hustles Ben up towards their bedroom, and gives the camera guys some heavy stink-eye until they all finally pack up their shit for the night and head out.
As soon as they're gone, Ben isn't having the manhandling anymore. He grabs at Ronnie's hands, clutches at his wrists as he tugs Ronnie into their bedroom and shuts the door. He shoves Ronnie against the door, not hard and not gentle, fingers tightening in Ronnie's shirt.
He leans forward and presses his face into the curve of Ronnie's neck, breathes deep and full, and Ronnie is going to die.
"Oh, man," Ben says.
"I know," Ronnie says, and he is absolutely not rubbing up against Ben. He's not, because Ben's giddy and wide-eyed and oh, fuck, what the hell is he doing?
Ronnie thinks he chokes out Ben's name, later on when he's got time to think clearly and Ben isn't sliding his hand past the waistband of Ronnie's boxer briefs and mumbling, "It's just us." Ronnie could take that a couple of different ways if his brain were working, but his brain's migrated to his cock apparently, and mostly all it's contributing is a bunch of happy squealing.
"Are you --" Ben sucks on his collarbone, nips at it, and Ronnie just freaking gives up, snaps, "Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?" and spins the two of them around until Ben's backed up against the door and Ronnie's trying to memorize what every damn inch of Ben's mouth tastes like.
Ben grabs at him blindly, hand still on Ronnie's cock, not letting go anytime soon or maybe ever.
They just keep going, and ...
Yeah, they just keep going.
*
Ronnie crawls out of bed before sunrise, kisses Ben long and hard before he crosses the room and says, "Good luck."
"Don't need it," Ben says, hands behind his head and a smug smile on his face.
Ronnie's already crawling into his bed when he says, "Keep up the attitude and I won't blow you when you win."
Ben chuckles and rolls over.
*
Ben keeps up the attitude.
Ronnie blows him anyway when he wins.
Well, he did earn it, after all.
*
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 03:54 pm (UTC)Oh, I so don't want them to break up, because he's so sweet and I doubt he'd marry someone who wasn't, and this has so got to suck for her, and yet at the same time HOMIGOD BREAKUP AND FUCK YOU GUYS.
I'm really amazed I held out from writing them this long. If there weren't a wife I'd probably have a whole fic archive written by now. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-02-10 01:02 am (UTC)We don't want them to break up, we just think it's going to happen. The roommate doesn't get the guy on guy thing, so I'm the only one rooting for Ben and Ronnie.
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 03:54 pm (UTC)\o/
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Date: 2008-02-09 07:20 am (UTC)And I love you.
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Date: 2008-02-09 03:59 pm (UTC)Your turn nao, yis? :)
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Date: 2008-02-29 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-01 11:15 am (UTC)