For Ben...oh boy

[always_zephyr]

If asked, Michael would say he wasn't hiding. So he was reading in his and Wilson's room or in Brian's rather then out on the beach or the rec room, or spending more time in Guy's cave then the compound or not spending hardly any time out of any of the three men's company. It was just Michael being, well Michael and wanting to be around people and

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[r_u_12]

There really wasn't too much to do on the island, and Ben loved it. He had yet to find tofu, which was distressing, but he was finding substitutes and there were a fair amount of vegetables that he could mix to make a pretty decent stir-fry. If nothing else, he was expanding his cooking horizons.

When Ben rounded the corner to the kitchen, there was an ass in the air. An ass he knew very well. In fact, on a normal day, he would have smacked that ass and watched Michael stand up immediately, then have his husband wrap his arms around him and say something very inappropriate for polite company. That was his Michael. And this? Wasn't. He had to remember that.

So, instead, he licked his lips, centering himself, deliberately willing any nervousness away.

"Hello, Michael." His lips were curved up into the beginnings of a smile. He had no idea if Michael would even know who he was. He had no idea how far in their future he was. But he was going to find out.

[always_zephyr]

Michael had found both bowl and pan was was backing out of the cabinet when that dreaded voice said his name. He tried to stand up quickly, smacked his head on the top of the cabinet, dropped the bowl and pan with a loud clatter and cursed rather loudly. So even without a smack on the ass there was Michael standing up and saying something not fit for polite company.

Taking a moment to catch his breath and rub the tender back of his head, Michael finally stood up and turned around, leaving the bowl and pan where they had fallen. And nearly collapsed.

There he was. Ben Bruckner. The object of many dreams Michael had had since coming to the island. And God, did he look good. Michael could barely believe he was standing right there in front of him...

and expecting a Michael that he wasn't. He gave a small sigh before smiling gently, unable to speak very loud just incase it gave away how terrified he was at this very moment. "Hey Ben."

[r_u_12]

"Whoa, watch it, there," Ben said, a small chuckle apparent in his voice, and he seemed to glide forward and set his hand on the back of Michael's head, rubbing gently. "Are you alright, there?" He was smiling, then. A soft, rich smile in close proximity to Michael, arms strong in contrast. Fuck, Michael was so gorgeous.

[always_zephyr]

And Ben in close proximity was even more terrifying then Ben just being in the room. And god that smile was gorgeous. Still Michael smiled bashfully when he stepped back and away from him. "Yeah I'm fine. You startled me." He swallowed the rest of what he was going to say, something along the lines of 'more then usual'.

And a voice in a back of his head kept questioning why such a gorgeous man had fallen in love with him of all people.