|Short bit of fluff in a cowboy hat ^_^
||[Apr. 26th, 2005|11:11 am]
Wilson Brothers Fanfiction
Late breakfast at the Wilson household. Ben ate his own breakfast hours ago, this is so late it can't even be called "brunch". "Brinner", maybe…..
Ben watches as Owen eats, spoonfuls of cereal disappearing beneath the brim of a cowboy hat, a stolen souvenir from one film or another. He would wonder why Owen likes to wear it, even to breakfast, but he already knows the answer to that: he looks good in it. So good.
Sometimes he'll just raise his head enough so that Ben can see those full lips as they wrap around a mound of cereal, spoon sliding out from between them in a way that must be considered obscene. A trickle of milk escapes, a swipe of Owen's tongue making short work of it, then his mouth disappears beneath the brim of the hat as he bows his head back down.
Ben takes a drink from his glass and struggles to remember the exact mechanism to swallow. The apple juice goes down in an exaggerated and slightly uncomfortable gulp.
Suddenly Owen looks up at him over the table, his eyes outlined by the brim of that hat, making it seem as if he's peering at him from beneath a hiding place. He smiles softly and the expression is stronger in the crinkles around his eyes.
"Do you want some of this?" his voice is husky from not having been awake long. Ben shakes his head, not trusting his own voice.
The smile broadens at the edges of Owen's mouth and his face disappears as he ducks his head back down to finish his breakfast. When he's done he shoves back his chair with the air of someone who is now ready to face the day. Ben watches him as he walks around the table and pauses on his side. He pulls off his hat and plonks it on Ben's head with a grin, then swoops down to press their mouths together unexpectedly. The first thought in Ben's head is that Owen hasn't shaved yet, and by the time he remembers to be shocked Owen is already stalking out the door.
Ben adjusts the hat on his head for a minute, still feeling a tingle from milk cool lips on his own. Then he scrambles from his chair to see exactly where Owen is going.