Ben sipped his chamomile tea, the steaming water scalding the surface of his tongue. He checked his grandfather's pocket-watch which hung from a chain across the front of his vest, frowning at the tiny black arrows before snapping the cover of the watch closed and slipping it back into his pocket. "Come on, Tom, we're going to be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Thomas answered before opening the dressing-room door and stepping into the cozy waiting-lobby, passing the padded chair Ben was relaxing in to stand in front of the triple mirror. "What do you think?" he asked, shifting from one foot to the other and twisting around to check himself from every angle in the mirror.

Ben took a long swallow of his tea, ignoring the burning down his throat, and stared at Tom. Smooth, bright white nylons encased his legs from the knee down, outlining his slim calves sharply. Soft brown leather breeches clung to his thighs, supple and shifting as the muscles moved. A loose white tunic floated against his torso and down his arms, light as a feather on the breeze. He also wore a matching brown vest that he was in the process of buttoning up. Ben marveled at how they were wearing almost identical outfits, but Tom looked a million times sexier in it. Trying to cover his momentary lapse into drooling-idiotness, he leered at the Adonis standing before him. "If you think you're coming now, just wait until tonight." He watched as a rosy blush colored Tom's face and neck, trailing down to the small patch of chest that was peeking from the tunic but quickly being covered by the vest.

"Seriously, what do you think?" Tom asked again, nibbling on his lip as he tugged at his clothing, smoothing the fabric against his skin. Ben set his cup of tea on the saucer beside his chair, before standing and moving to embrace Tom from behind, both of them looking in the mirror at each other.

"You look delectable." Ben murmured, pressing kisses to the side of Tom's neck, against the heated flesh.

Tom relished the contact for a moment before reluctantly admitting. "We're going to be late."

"Screw rehearsal." Ben replied, swiping his tongue along the shell of Tom's ear. Tom shivered as a wave of lust crashed through him, but wouldn't give in to temptation... at least not yet.

"The performance is tomorrow; therefore the rehearsal today is mandatory. Mr. Gordon will whip us if we don't show."

"No one gets to whip you but me." Ben replied, briefly hugging Tom close before letting him go with a sigh.

Tom grinned saucily. "Maybe tonight." Ben laughed and tried to swat Tom's ass but Tom merrily danced out of his reach. Tonight was their three month anniversary, and after rehearsal they were going back to Tom's apartment which had been decked out for the evening - mood music was cued up in the stereo, enough candles to give the room a cozy atmosphere were waiting to be lit, and dark red rose petals were scattered everywhere. He smirked as he remembered Tom bashfully show him the honey, chocolate syrup, and fresh strawberries in the refrigerator. "I figured cherries were too ironic." he'd explained, and Ben had bit his lip to keep from laughing or ravishing Tom on the spot. Tom might be physically untouched, but he could flirt and swap innuendo with the best of them, and Ben had plans to rectify the former situation this very evening. Tom dodged past him and dashed out the waiting-room door, sprinting down the hallway towards Choir room, singing "We hold these truths to be self-evident!"

A split second later Ben was running too, hot on his heels. "Whose bloody idea was it to turn the 'Declaration of Independence' into a song?"

~*~ fin