Ben 10 Porn Story: Fantasy Chapter 4

Authors Note: So, this should be one of a few chapters posted today. I want to finish as much as possible today because Im going on a trip on April 7th (assuming the doctor doesnt find anything wrong that day. .). Also, in response to Birds of a Feather I am now completely convinced Ben is truly gay. What straight man shakes his butt like that?

Minty Chinchilla: The more I enjoy writing a story, the faster I update. Plus this one has a few scenes Ive planned out that Im eager to get to, but require more before I can write them.so thats part of my motivation as well. And I joined the lj community.

Yaoi loveing wolf: Strange? Whats strange? I cant tell if youre responding to a scene or if youre saying someones reaction was strange (yes, I freak out over small things. Im almost 8 months pregnant, Im allowed to.). Please give a further explanation, especially if I let someone go out of character.

Figs: Much obliged. Thank you for the sweet review.

LadyLasa: Well, this is about as much your fault as Misery Loves Fanfics. All those discussions really got the creative juices flowing. So thank you.

Misery Loves Fanfics: My favorite Ben is a confused Ben. Hes just very adorable when he doesnt know whats going on.

This time, Julie wasn’t there. Ben was sitting on that same swing set, with Kevin beside him. The fog was still so dense he couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of him, but it was enough to see Gwen. She’d moved. Last time, she’d been directly in front of Kevin.

This time, however, she was standing more in the middle – her eyes focused on Kevin.

Kevin seemed to be avoiding looking at her, swinging higher and higher, his long muscular legs pumping as fast as he could.

“I don’t get it,” Ben said softly, shuffling his feet against the ground.
Gwen’s attention turned to him.

“It should be obvious,” she admitted. “I’m not sure why you haven’t realized it yet.”

“Realized what?” Ben asked. “I need your help. You won’t tell me what’s going on, and I can’t stop having this dream…every night I’m in the same swing, at the same playground. What is going on here, Gwen?”

“Choices,” she and Kevin said in unison.

Unable to hold it back, Ben jumped to his feet, glaring at his two best friends. “I get that it’s about choices, but what choice am I supposed to be making here? You’re both my friends, and you both get along…maybe a little too well sometimes, but–“

“Maybe you’re starting to get it,” Gwen said without any hint of emotion.

“I’m getting what?!” Ben asked, reaching for her. The moment his hands touched her, she melted away. Ben looked back at Kevin, who was still swinging, his form almost as high as the beam from which the swings were suspended. “Kevin, what’s going on here?”

“I won’t know the full thing ’til you do, Tennyson.”

“BEN, YOU’RE DROOLING ALL OVER MY COUCH, MAN!” Kevin’s voice broke through Ben’s dream.

“Sorry…guess I dozed off,” Ben said apologetically, wiping the drool away with the back of his sleeve.

“That’s disgusting, dude,” Kevin shook his head and plopped down on the couch next to Ben. “You’re gonna pay for that if it stains.”

“All right,” Ben agreed. “Kevin? What time is it?”

Kevin nodded towards the cable box that was perched on top of his TV. The bright green numbers claimed it was twelve past midnight. Twelve minutes passed curfew if he wasn’t fighting aliens.

“Oh no,” Ben groaned, pulling out his cell. He pushed speed dial 1 and waited for one of his parents to pick up. “Yeah, hi mom…just checking in. Uh…no…Not tonight. Yeah, I know what we agreed, but I…umm…huh? No, I’m at Kevin’s. Kevin?….the ruffian. Yeah, that guy. …I don’t think he’d like that…”

“Like what?” Kevin asked, irritated he was being talked about.

“Mom thinks I should spend the night,” Ben explained, holding a hand over the mouthpiece of his cell.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t like the idea of us on the roads at night unless we need to be there.”

“So lie and say a Dnalien just attacked,” Kevin suggested. Ben shook his head. “Why not?”

“Because, mom just overheard you,” Ben explained. He turned his attention back to the phone.

“Yeah, he is a bad influence…Do you really want to drive that far?”

“All right, all right, don’t tell your mom to get you,” Kevin threw his hands up in surrender. “You can spend the night. Tell your mom I’ll have you home tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, Kevin changed his mind. Yeah, he’s letting me stay the night. Nah, I don’t need anything. Love you too. Bye, mom.”

Kevin groaned. “You’re not getting my bed, man, so don’t even bother asking.”

“That’s fine. I can sleep on the couch,” Ben agreed, throwing off his jacket. He paused for a moment, seeming to consider something. “Uh…Kevin?”

“What?”

“Do you have an extra pair of pajamas I can borrow?”

Kevin stared at him. Ben felt a blush reach his cheeks, wondering what was so odd about his request.

“Do I look like the kinda guy who wears pajamas?”

“No…” Ben admitted. “But what do you wear to bed, then?”

Kevin did a face palm. “Boxer shorts, duh. And I’m gonna warn you, it gets hot in here and I don’t crank up the ac. You’re going to want to get out of your day clothes.”

“Oh…okay,” Ben said, pulling his shirt off over his head. When Kevin came back into site again, he looked both bewildered and frustrated.

“Don’t strip in front of me!” Kevin said, shaking his head and stomping off towards his own bedroom.

“Sheesh, wonder what his problem is,” Ben said to himself. “Not like he didn’t see me in less this morning.” Ben removed his pants and set them on the back of the couch, on top of his shirt. He lay down on the couch, trying to let his mind settle.

He wanted to go back to sleep. He needed to…he had to know what his dreams were trying to tell him.

“Okay…back to where I started,” Ben said aloud, this time jumping up from the swings before Kevin or Gwen appeared. Gwen looked a little upset when she saw him standing, but Kevin ignored them both, resuming his spot on the swingset. “Gwen, what’s going on?” Ben demanded. “And don’t give that ‘choices’ answer. What choice am I supposed to be making here? Or are you supposed to make it?”

“I already made mine,” Gwen said sadly. “You and Kevin have to make yours.”

“About what?” Ben demanded. He looked back at Kevin, trying to gain some form of assistance. “What do you think this is about?”

“He won’t know until you know,” Gwen repeated Kevin’s statement from his nap. “Him being able to make a choice means you have to make yours first. Otherwise…”

“Is something going to happen to Kevin?” Ben asked. “If I don’t figure out my choice…will something bad happen to him?” He studied Kevin carefully, trying to see if the older boy had some inkling of what was going on here. But Kevin merely began to swing, much more slowly than he had last time.

“Not physically,” Gwen admitted.

“Then what will happen to him?”

Gwen smiled. “If you never realize it, he’ll never realize it. He’ll live, but…he won’t be happy. Not…” she stopped herself, and shook her head sadly. “You have to make your choice, Ben. Julie knows you need to make this choice. Why do you think she left you alone?”

Ben gaped at his cousin. “Because she thinks I like some other girl…” he recalled Kevin’s conversation with Gwen. “But I really don’t! I mean, yeah, I realize now that I don’t like Julie as more than a friend, but that doesn’t mean there’s some other girl…”

Gwen laughed humorlessly. “Denial’s only going to make this harder, Ben.” She watched Kevin for a few moments before she spoke again. “I think you’ll get it soon. I really hope you do…” Her voice began to fade, and she followed soon after.

Leaving Ben alone with Kevin on the playground until morning would wake Ben up.

“Gwen, when are you going to bed?” Her roommate for the trip, a girl named Katherine, asked, throwing a pillow at her. “I can hear you muttering, and I swear I keep seeing a purple light.”

“Oh that’s…that’s nothing,” Gwen lied, forcing a smile. “Just go back to bed.” Katherine shrugged, but seemed to take Gwen’s advice, but this time she threw the covers over her head, presumable to keep any light out.

“Do you get it yet, Ben?” Gwen asked softly, wondering whether her cousin would be upset with her for tampering with his dreams. She sighed. “Well, it’s for his own good,” she said to herself, before stretching out on the bed, waiting for her own dreams to overtake her. And, she admitted to herself, finally, in the dark “Kevin’s, too.”