#bxrxr

Ben couldn’t stop smiling. The bickering was a little childish and silly, but it warmed Ben’s heart to hear the two people he loved the most bicker about nothing.

“And put that damn cigarette out! You’ll burn the house down with that nasty habit.” 

Ben could tell Roger was right next to you now as he said. “Ben thinks it’s sexy. Don’t you, Ben?”

“Yeah, well, Ben also thinks you look sexy in leopard print.”

“Hey!”

Ben couldn’t hold back his laughter now.

Both you and Roger were smiling at his laugh on the other end, playfully shoving each other to get closer to the phone so you could hear him.

You let out a squeal suddenly and Ben heard the crash of something that he assumed to be the lamp mentioned earlier. “Honestly!”

He could hear Roger laughing as he ran away. You’d obviously missed him with the lamp.

“God, Ben, I’ve got to go. Our boyfriend is being a pain in the ass and I’ve gotta kiss the brains outta him. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“’Course. Tell Rog, I love him.”

"Of course,”

“G’night, Y/N,” Ben said. “Love you.”

“We love you, too, Ben. Goodnight.”

You hung up and Ben sat there quietly for a moment, the phone still pressed to his ear as he remembered the sound of the laughter. God he missed them.

He’d worked on projects this long before but they’d always been right there in London where he could grab a taxi or have Roger come and pick him up at the end of the day. Now he was out of the country and he realized how much he took for granted the time he got to spend at home.

He assumed Y/N and Roger were accustomed to the situation. Roger was always gone on tour for months after they released a new album and Y/N sometimes had to travel for work, but Ben was always at home with one of them. Now he was the one branching off. 

He set the phone on the nightstand and laid down in the white sheets of the hotel bed.

It felt odd, almost foreign to him; laying alone in a bed. Roger wasn’t there to snuggle his face into his neck or play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Y/N wasn’t there to spoon him or tangled their legs together. No playful fighting over the covers, no cold feet or wandering hands, no drumming of Roger’s fingers against his arm, no Y/N drawing shapes on his back. It was funny to think how much he’d grown accustomed to the feeling of not just one but two people (his two people) laying in bed with him.

He fell asleep with those thoughts and a longing ache in his chest. 

Meanwhile, you were chasing Roger through the house, trying to take his drumsticks from him after he’d poked you in the ass one too many times. The two of you had just finished up doing...things and were enjoying a sweet moment until the drumsticks made a return.

Roger was laughing hysterically and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t grinning from ear to ear.

You were clad in only Roger’s white button up, your underwear, and socks while Roger had opted to only return to his boxers.

Suddenly he was cornered in the kitchen and you jumped onto his back, reaching an arm over his shoulder for the sticks still clutched in his hand, but he’d stuck his own arm out over the countertop so you couldn’t reach them.

“Roger, give them here!”

“Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged!”

Roger burst into another fit of laughter and you giggled into his ear, still straining for the drumsticks.

You eventually gave up, dropping your hand and laying your head on Roger’s shoulder, breathing heavily as the laughter died down. He dropped the drumsticks on the counter and hooked his arms under your legs to help hold you up; a smile still on his lips and his cheeks sore from laughter.

You closed your eyes and it was silent for a few moments.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, lovie?” He asked softly.

“Thinking that Ben would’ve been filming or taking pictures of us if he’d have been here...”

Roger hummed in agreement, walking from the kitchen towards the lounge. “I miss him, too,”

You still had your eyes closed, trusting Roger to set you down gently wherever he was taking you. “I wish you weren’t working on the album so we could go see him.”

“Me too. The boys’ve been exhausting lately. I love ‘em, but there’s only so much you can take sometimes.”

“Well, three explosive personalities plus Deacy-”

“Hey, you haven’t seen Deaks mad. It’s scary.”

“Yeah, well, I try to stay on his good side unlike somebody I know who likes to push buttons.”

Roger rolled his eyes as he deposited you onto the couch. You laughed as you bounced off the cushons before laying down, Roger crawling on top of you and laying on your chest.

“We would not fit nearly as well on this couch with Ben,” You commented with a grin.

“Yeah, we’ve tried, though. One of us always ends up on the floor.”

“Or squooshed,”

“Or both,”

You both smile, an ache running through your chests.

“He’s been gone far too long.”

“Yeah, when’s his film ‘sposed to wrap anyway?”

“Not sure. Should ask him when he calls tomorrow.”

Roger groaned. “Tomorrow is so far away.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “Indeed it is,”

You fell into a comfortable silence after that. You putting Roger to sleep as you massaged his scalp and you lost in thought, staring at the ceiling.

“You think the boys might give you a few days off if I promise them you’ll be less grumpy when we get back?”

Roger looked up at you with a pout. “I am not grumpy.”

“You are too,” You said, a smile spreading across your face. “You miss Ben and when you miss one of us you get grumpy. Like that time on tour when you snapped a drumstick when you weren’t able to call us one night? Or when you busted a tambourine after we weren’t able to make it to the nearest show? Or when-”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I’m destructive.”

You laughed and Roger laid his head back down on your chest. “I suppose they might give that a go.”

“Then I’m calling Freddie,”

*** Ben woke up the next morning reaching out across the bed; searching for warmth that wouldn’t be there. He groaned, heart slightly heavy, as he shut off his alarm.

A shiver ran up his spine as he sat up and he cursed himself for not turning up the temperature before heading to bed. That had been the one advice Roger had given him before he departed. “When waking up alone in your hotel room, the temperature will always be colder than you want it. Check it before bed.”

He didn’t have time to dwell on his heartache before he had to gather his bearing and head to the set for his early shoots, but he missed Y/N’s good luck kisses and, oddly, Roger’s smack to his bottom before he would head out the door for a day of filming.

He shut the door to his hotel room and shook his head, trying to shake the homesick thoughts from his mind.

They wouldn’t do him any good anyway. It’s not like he’d be able to satisfy the ache.

Or so he thought.

***

You and Roger were currently sat on a plane, headed for Ben’s filming location.

Roger’s blonde hair was stuffed inside a cap and he had on a dark pair of sunglasses in an attempt to hide his identity. You’d asked him if he’d dye his hair black but he outright refused the offer.

“Love, I know you want this to be a surprise, but even if any paps or fans see us Ben hardly checks that stuff when he’s not filming. I doubt he’d bother while he is.”

You sat next to him, asleep, eyes closed with your sunglasses on, hair loose around your face, and the hood of your jumper pulled up on your head. Your earbuds playing your favorite music.

It was an early flight and you’d been up most of the night preparing for this spur of the moment trip. You wanted everything to be perfect.

“I can sleep on the plane,” You’d told Roger.

And you did. 

Roger laid his head on top of yours as you dozed on his shoulder, a book held between his fingers to pass the time, but, truthfully, he couldn’t focus on it. For some reason he had a lot on his mind.

The three of you hadn’t gone public with your relationship, but the paps had taken notice of Roger’s “mysterious lovers” and Ben and Roger had been seen talking at a party a few times, heaven forbid, but Roger had never dwelled on it before. You didn’t go to events together, never went on vacations together, Ben and you still had your own apartments away from Roger’s house so when he was gone on tour you wouldn’t be questioned coming out of his house while he wasn’t there; you’d taken practically every precaution to make sure the press wouldn’t find out before the three of you were ready.

Roger dug into his jacket pocket for his phone, discarding the book onto the table in front of him.

He opened social media with good intentions.

#rogertaylorxy/n-l/n

OMG did you see the way Roger looked at Y/N during the interview? #hearteyes

Roger is so in love with Y/N. They should just get together already. #(your-ship-name)

(you-ship-name) is real ❤

Roger resisted the urge to like any of them before moving on.

#rogertaylorxbenhardy

Ben said he wasn’t looking for a relationship rn but he looks at Roger says otherwise 👀

Roger and Ben spend an awfully large amount of time together for two people who claim to be ‘just friends’.

Forget Maylor have you seen the way Hardylor look at each other?

Roger snickered quietly. Okay, maybe he and Ben weren’t doing the greatest job either.

He stroked his chin for a moment before taking to the keyboard again.

#benhardyxy/n-l/n

Y/N and Ben seemed awfully friendly during her interview with him #(your-ship-name)

Have you seen the pictures of Ben and Y/N at that coffee shop together??? I bet it was a date 💘

Y/N brought Ben a flower at the BAFTAs to put in his suit pocket and he never took it out! I bet he still has it.

Observant, Roger thought, Ben definitely still has the fake flower.

He hummed in thought. What if...

#benhardyxy/n-l/nxrogertaylor

Y/N spends a lot of time with Roger Taylor and Ben Hardy outside of a professional setting. Who’s she dating though??? What if it’s both???

OMG BEN AND Y/N WERE SEEN LEAVING ROGER’S HOUSE! IN THE MORNING!!!

I bet Y/N Ben and Roger are all dating and just keeping it on the down low. We’ve all seen the heart eyes they give each other.

Y/N and Roger just got on a plane heading to the place Ben’s filming in as seen by his Instagram story. Coincidence?

Roger’s eyes went wide. He checked the timestamp: 20m ago.

Well, Y/N was right. Maybe he should’ve died his hair.

“Looking for something in particular?” Y/N asked, eyes now opened sleepily and looking at phone screen from his shoulder.

“Not really,” Roger replied. “Just curious. Seems the fans are supportive...and onto us.”

He handed you the phone and you squinted at the screen.

“Queenskiller, huh? Clever person.”

“I can see why you were paranoid now,”

You laughed. “We’re almost there. As long as it’s not obvious where we’re going, we’ll be fine.”

***

“And CUT! Good work today everyone, let’s wrap up for lunch.”

Ben sat up from his position where his character had just been beaten to near death and went to get the fake blood cleaned off of him by the makeup designer.

The radio in the trailer was fading out a Beatles song and fading in Bohemian Rhapsody.

It made Ben’s heart ache.

“Hey, did you see Y/N L/N’s new interview with Harry Styles and Elton John?”

The makeup artist removing the makeup shook their head. “Not yet, is it good?”

“Of course. She asks them about their collaboration, similar tastes in style, and she doesn’t mention their sexualities like every other interviewer does.”

“Thank god for her, she’s a blessing. All those other nosy interviewers don’t ever ask anything interesting. The celebrities always do all the work to make the interview enjoyable. At least Y/N is interesting.”

Ben couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. He was proud.

“Have you heard she might be dating Roger Taylor?”

“The Queen drummer? Yeah. I heard they were getting on a plane together this morning.”

“Secret honeymoon?”

“Maybe,”

Ben’s eyebrows furrowed. They got on a plane? They didn’t mention they were going anywhere on the phone.

“Ben, you okay there, dear?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, sorry. Just lost in thought.”

Ben exited the trailer with a clean face and a wandering mind.

It wasn’t unlike Y/N and Roger to be spontaneous but Roger was working on the album and he thought Y/N had another interview today.

Ben shook his head and pulled out his phone. Whatever. He’d just call them and get things cleared up. He was done on set for the remainder of the evening anyway.

He hit the home phone number and waited as it rang.

And rang. And rang.

“Thank you for calling Roger Taylor’s home phone, but I am currently out at the moment. Leave a message and I might call you back.”

Ben hung up.

Okay, so they weren’t home. No big deal, he could still call your cells.

He hit your contact and waited as it rang.

***

You were rolling your luggage out of the airport with Roger when I Saw Her Standing There blasted from your phone.

Recognizing Ben’s personal ringtone, you picked up the phone. “Hey, Benny, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just got done filming. Hey, did you and Roger go somewhere? Makeup artists were gossiping about it.”

You gave Roger a panicked look before quickly answering. “Oh, no. Must’ve been wrong. We’re just out for a walk.”

Roger rolled his eyes at your terrible lying skills.

But Ben seemed relieved. “Oh. I thought you might’ve gone somewhere and forgotten to tell me.”

“Oh no, not at all we just-”

Roger pulled you cellphone from your fingers and pressed it against his ear.

“Ben, you don’t need to worry about us. We’re doing fine.”

The rental car you and Roger had gotten pulled up and you quickly tossed you suitcase in the back and jumped in the passenger. Roger took the keys and got in the driver’s seat.

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure. Kept eating at me.”

“Ben, baby, where are you at, right now?”

“Uh, outside the set just about to head back to my hotel, why?”

“Oh, no reason. What hotel’s that again?”

“Lotus Hotel, why?”

“Just curious. Are they treating you right or do I need to make a phone call.”

“Christ, Rog, it’s find. Don’t freak. Are you driving? I thought Y/N said you were on a walk.”

“Oh, we just got back to the house and need to head to the store. Nothing too interesting.”

“A trip to the store with you is always interesting.”

“He’s not wrong,” you chirped from your seat and Roger sent you a playful glare, making you laugh.

Ben smiled. “Gosh I wish I could speed up the production. I’ve been gone from you two way too long.”

“Believe us, Benny, we agree. Hold on, gonna give you back to Y/N,”

He handed you your phone back as you handed him his for directions to the hotel.

“How was filming?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“All right. Filmed the fight scene today, that was interesting.”

You hummed in response.

“Hold on, Y/N, I just got in a taxi- yes, take me to the Lotus Hotel on thirteenth please.”

“Thirteenth?” Roger cursed. “Stupid phone says twelfth.”

“It’s on the corner of the two. He’s coming from the other direction, remember?” You replied, hand covering the receiver.

“What was that, love?” Ben asked.

“Oh, nothing, Roger just missed the turn, again.” You quickly replied. “You said you filmed a fight scene today?”

“Yeah, my character, Jack, got the piss beat out of him in a fight. Gets pretty bloodied up.”

“Well, you know nothing can make that pretty face of yours prettier than blood.”

“Is that a reference to my bloody nose? ‘Cause I keep tellin’ you it was a one time thing.”

You laughed. “Just teasing you, baby,”

Ben let out a laugh of his own, leaning back against the leather seat. “I really miss you guys.”

“We miss you, too. I hope that- Roger it was right there! Oh, jesus, Ben, I gotta go, Roger’s missing turns again. See you soon.”

The line cut off before Ben could question you. See you soon?

***

“’See you soon.’?! Bloody hell, Y/N, why don’t you just give away your own surprise.” Roger said.

“Well, if you hadn’t missed the turn I wouldn’t have had to hang up!” You retorted. “We need to get there before him, remember?”

Roger stuck his tongue out at you as he turned the car around.

You stuck yours out as well and it turned into a fit of giggles throughout the car.

Finally, Roger pulled into the hotel’s parking lot and parked the car in a spot.

“Your turn to call him, Mr. Taylor,” You said, getting out of the directions and handing him his phone.

Roger put the phone to his ear and waited for Ben to pick up.

“Roger?”

“Benny! Made it to the hotel, yet?”

“Uh, no, close though. You not driving anymore?”

“Nah, Y/N is in the store. She wouldn’t let me go in with her. Thought I might get a little more chat outta you before she comes back.”

Ben laughed. “I guess I’ll allow that.”

“Popular boy, ain’t ya?” The driver asked as he turned the corner into the hotel lot.

Ben grinned. “Yeah, I ‘spose I am.” He handed the driver the money for the trip. “Keep the change.”

The driver tipped his cap at Ben and Ben got out of the taxi.

“Sorry, Rog, what were you saying?”

“Oh, not much, just wondering who let you walk off set in those joggers. They look hideous.”

Ben looked down at the old green joggers he was wearing with a laugh. “Yeah, I need to get a new pair- wait, how’d you know I was wearing joggers?”

Ben heard a whistle and turned around.

Y/N was waving and smiling from where she was sat on the trunk of a car and Roger was stood next to her, phone still pressed to his ear, with a big ol’ grin on his face.

Ben dropped the phone from his ear, ending the call, and ran over to them.

Roger intercepted his boyfriend, who practically jumped into his arms, and Y/N hoped off the car to join them in the hug. Ben wrapped an arm around her, squeezing the two of them tightly, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

“Oh, I can’t believe you’re here!” He said, pulling back finally.

You and Roger laughed.

“Y/N’s a bad liar,” Roger quipped, nudging your side.

“Hey! I’m not the one who got lost!”

“I missed one turn!”

Ben kissed them on the cheek. “Shut up, the both of you, please.”

You and Roger melted, forgetting your bickering and appreciating his presence.

***

Ben went to sleep that night with both of you in his bed.

Roger had immediately turned down the thermostat and Y/N rubbed Ben’s shoulders to relax him. They fought over the covers, had a pillow fight, and made sure that Ben was in the middle.

It felt right. It felt like home.

“You two are amazing to me,” Ben said as his partners snuggled into him.

“You deserve it,” Y/N mumbled, laying against Ben’s chest, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

“Don’t ever leave us this long again,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to Ben’s neck.

“Mr. Taylor will see you now.” 

Nervous was an understatement. You couldn't believe that your application as an assistant for the Roger Taylor actually got accepted. You couldn’t believe it when your phone rang and you were told to come in for an interview. You had never been an assistant before and you weren’t entirely sure what the job holds. All you know is that you’re sat in a lobby with your best dress on and your legs shaking beyond belief. The moment the receptionist called out your name, you almost lost your breath. This was it. It’s all or nothing. 

“Right this way.” says the beautiful blonde as she walks you to a double set of wide doors. 

Her heels click on the floor and for some reason, that almost makes you more nervous. You straighten up your hair as she opens the doors widely and turns to smile at you. 

“Here we are.” 

You thank her quickly as you step inside a large room with huge windows that reveal the busy city down below. There’s a desk towards the back of the room with Roger sitting at it. He’s looking at his computer while typing away. You walk up all of the way and nervously tuck some hair behind your ear. Roger catches sight of you as he leans against his chair and finally catches your glare. He smiles for a moment before it drops suddenly. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor,” you start as you hold out your hand for him to shake. “My names y/n y/l/n. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

Roger quickly stands up and straightens out his shirt. He smiles and reaches his hand out to shake yours. 

“Please, call me Roger. It’s very nice to meet you, Miss y/l/n.” 

“Please, call me y/n.” you say with a grin. 

Roger lightly laughs as he keeps his eyes glued to you. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful you are. He was at a loss for words, but had to force himself to speak. You didn’t even need to have an interview. The moment he laid eyes on you, you already had the job. 

You just didn’t know.

***

1 Month Later

Work was insane today. Although you work closely with Roger and are practically by his side all of the time, it was hectic and fast. The works on a new movie he’s working on was taking up all of his time. Today was especially busy and hectic though. Today he was meeting the man who would portray him in the movie. It was a big moment for him and even Roger was nervous. 

He was sat in his dressing room as he waited for the makeup artist to come in and touch up the onscreen makeup he had on. He was sitting there with his leg bouncing like crazy as he keeps checking the watch on his wrist. 

“Where the bloody hell is she!?” he asks as he looks around. 

You’re sat on a couch on the other side of the room and watch at how frustrated he’s getting. You stand up slowly and hold your notebook close to you as you walk up. 

“Roger?” you quietly ask, causing him to look over. 

He smiles sweetly as you walk up closer - his demeanor totally changing. 

“Um, I know my way around makeup. I worked as a makeup artist for a few years before starting here and, well, if you’d like me to do the touch ups… I can.” 

You were still nervous around him as you watch his eyes light up at your request. Roger sits up straighter and nods. 

“I would greatly appreciate that, y/n. Thank you.” he says all excited. 

You smile sweetly and place your notebook down. You rummage through the makeup desk and find exactly what you need. You grab a small brush and a color that matches Roger’s complexion. You stand in front of him and lean in close. Your eyes lock with his as you freeze for a moment, the two of you just admiring one another. Roger smiles even wider as you look away and feel your face burn. You look back to him and begin going to work. Roger’s eyes are glued to you as you attempt to concentrate. 

“I love your eyes.” Roger say quietly. 

You pause and look to him, your heart speeding. You smile and blush even harder. 

“Thank you.” you almost whisper.

You finish up your makeup duties as you lower your hand and admire your work. 

“All done.” you whisper as you smile. 

Before you can walk away, Roger reaches out and grabs your hand. He doesn’t let go as you face him once more. He pulls you towards him and you allow it. Your breathing picks up as he scans your eyes. 

“Thank you.” he tells you.

“You’re more than welcome. Just trying to help.” 

“And I appreciate it.” 

Roger’s hand is gently rubbing tiny circles on yours. It makes your skin tingle and your stomach to flip flop. You should lean away from Roger, but you don’t. Instead, he’s leaning in as his eyes gaze to your lips. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the moment Roger’s lips touch yours. You never thought this would happen, but to your greatest surprise, it is. Your eyes flutter close as Roger pulls you closer against him. 

Your hands find their way to his neck as his rest on your lower back. The kiss speeds up until you’re both out of breath. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door and the two of you pull away fast. You bring your fingers to your lips and graze them. Roger clears his throat before telling whoever it is to come in. The door opens up and inside walks the makeup artists. She looks so apologetic. 

“Mr. Taylor, I am so sorry for being late.” 

Roger is no longer upset about her tardiness. He can't get rid of the smile on his face as he shakes his head and gently laughs. 

“Believe me, it’s fine. It worked out perfectly.” he says as he looks to you with a smile. 

You couldn’t help but return one as you bite your lip. 

***

“He’s here!” someone shouts as you sit next to Roger and await the arrival of the man who’s going to portray him. 

Roger and you keep glancing at one another and laughing as you try to keep what just happened between the two of you a secret. As you’re looking at each other, the door opens up and in walks someone. You look over and spot a young, handsome guy enter. He smiles to the person that holds the door for him and thanks them. Roger stands up and you do the same. The guy spots you two and freezes for a moment. He swallows hard as he looks to you and grins. You smile back and look away fast. The casting for this movie was spot on after meeting him. You look to Roger and his eyes are glowing as he reaches out to shake his hand. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor. I’m Ben Hardy. It’s such an honor to meet you.” 

Roger smirks and looks to you, then back to him. 

“Honor is all mine, Ben. This is my assistant, y/n.” he says sweetly as Ben looks back to you. 

He smiles and looks you up and down, before realizing what he’s doing. 

“Oh, nice to meet you, y/n.” 

Your heart was thumping as Roger and Ben begin talking about anything and everything. The connection the three of you have was out of this world. You were somehow drawn into the conversation as you laughed along with them. You’re all sat on the couch as you sit a little too close to Roger, something Ben noticed. You felt this feeling deep down in your stomach and you couldn’t understand it. You looked to Roger and Ben and felt something odd. What you didn’t know was that Ben and Roger felt the same exact way. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

You and Roger were spending so much time with Ben, you practically felt like you already knew him. You knew his interests, his life story and vice versa. Filming for the movie hadn’t started yet. The plan was to have Ben learn as much as he could from Roger, which meant spending almost every waking moment with him - which you weren’t bothered by. 

That kiss you had with Roger wasn’t just a one time thing either. Every so often, you find yourself in his hotel bed - naked limbs tangled together. It was like a dream come true. One particular night in his bed, Roger had decided to bring something up.  

“So,” he starts as he rubs your arm. “What do you think of Ben?” 

You’re taken aback by his question as you look up to him and narrow your eyes. 

“I think he’s kind and funny. Why?” you ask suspiciously. 

Roger just shrugs and stares up at the ceiling. 

“Do you find him...attractive?” he asks randomly. 

You almost laugh by his question as you sit up on your elbows. 

“You’re really asking me that?” you giggle. 

“Yes really.” says Roger as he looks back to you, a sly smile playing at his lips. 

“Well… I mean… He’s not ugly.” you say, trying to make sure you don’t set off something. 

Roger smirks as you speak. 

“Why?” you tease as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “Do you find him attractive?” you joke. 

Roger smiles and looks away as he stretches. 

“I do actually.” he says, catching you off guard. 

“Do you?” you ask, watching him closely. “Then… I find him attractive too.”

“Perhaps we should invite him out for dinner tomorrow?” purrs Roger as his hand runs down your side. 

Your skin tingles as you bite your lip and nod - finally understanding what he’s getting at. 

“Perhaps we should.” 

***

The Next Day 

“I have to make a phone call, so why don’t you go ask Ben about tonight.” 

You were nervous about Roger’s request, but you can’t say no to him. He smirks as he watches you narrow your eyes to him and turn around to walk towards Ben. He’s sat on the sofa in the lounge room, his phone in his hands. He’s scrolling through something as he stares at it intensely. You make your way up to him and clear your throat. You were horrible at things like this. Your nerves always got the best of you, but you had a feeling that you’d do fine. Ben hears you and looks up fast, lowering his phone. His eyes go bright as he smiles to you. 

“Hey, y/n.” he says sweetly. 

You smile and feel your face beginning to turn pink. 

“Hey, Ben. I had a question for you.” 

You find yourself sitting next to him. He turns to face you and his attention was all yours.

“Would you, possibly, like to, maybe, have dinner with Rog and I tonight?” you ask, finding yourself stuttering a bit. 

Ben notices and smiles at how cute he finds you. His eyes glance over to Roger, who’s on the phone and looking over at the two of you for a moment. He raises his eyebrows and smiles before turning around. Ben looks back to you and his eyes narrow a bit. He leans in to you - causing you to do the same. 

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice low. 

You nod and are curious. 

“Are you and Rog… Ya know… A thing?” 

You lean back and weren’t expecting that. 

“Oh,” you say fast, trying to find the right words to say. “Um, well, I’m not sure how to answer that at the moment. I guess you could say it’s complicated.” 

Ben smiles as he stares at you, his jaw tensing a bit. His hand moves forward and gently grazes over yours. 

“I like complicated.” he says, his voice low once more - causing your stomach to flip. “And I’d love to have dinner with you two.” 

***

All through dinner, the three of you laughed and talked about everything. Not one moment did it feel awkward at all. It’s as if the three of you had known each other all of your lives. The chemistry was definitely there - you all could feel it. 

“This was absolutely delicious. Thank you so much for inviting me! I always enjoy being around you two.” says Ben with a smile. 

“We love it too. Don’t we, y/n?” asks Roger. 

Just then, Roger’s hand slips under the table and slides up your thigh. You swallow hard and jerk a bit, causing Ben to watch you sternly. Nobody could see Roger’s hand, but they could definitely see the odd look on your face. 

“Oh!” you gasp. “Yes, we love it.” you say, trying to cover up your sudden burst of excitement. 

Roger smirks to you and raises a brow, telling you that you know what to do next. He pauses his hand movement in order for you to speak properly. 

“Would you like to come back to Roger’s place with us?” you ask suddenly. “I can make us all coffee.” 

Ben leans back against his chair and smirks. He looks between the two of you and nods. 

“I’d love nothing more.” 

***

A perfectly innocent cup of coffee turned into something more. You all were standing around Roger’s room with the glasses in your hand. 

“Would anyone like anything stronger than coffee?” Roger jokes as he pulls out some liquor. 

You and Ben both say yes as you laugh. You sip on the drink as Roger then pops on some music. Ben and Roger are stood close as they are talking about something you can’t hear. You’re staring at them as you practically drool. You’re not sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but it’s here. You sit your drink down and stare at Roger until you walk up to him. He’s in mid sentence as you grab his face and place your lips on his. The kiss is hot and fast as he moans against you, caught off guard completely. Ben’s stood there as his eyes go wide. His pants begin to get a little too tight and he’s suddenly embarrassed. He can’t break his eyes away from you. 

You lean away and smile as Roger catches his breath. You nod your head slightly and Roger knew exactly what you were referring to. He smirks and nods back. You bite your lip and turn around quickly and walk up to Ben. You grab his head and pull him in. Ben goes with it and the two of you are kissing as well. You slip your tongue into his mouth and that’s when he was practically melting. You both pull away and smile to one another. Just then, Ben looks up to Roger and they lock eyes. You stand back as you watch Roger walk up and do the same exact action you had just done. Their lips lock and it felt like you were in a dream and didn’t want to wake up. You bite your lip as they pull away and suddenly they’re both staring at you. They looked hungry and needed more - which is exactly what you were going to give them both. 

*** 

6 am was nearing as the 3 of you cuddle together in bed. You had your head on Roger’s chest as he rubbed your arm. Ben was curled up behind you as Roger soothingly runs his hand through his hair, causing Ben to smile. You were almost asleep when you feel the bed dip down. You slowly open them and look over to Ben as he slowly searches for his clothes. You sit up on your elbows and watch him with a confused look. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” you ask, your voice laced with exhaustion. 

Ben looks to the both of you. He looks like a deer in the headlights. 

“Oh, um… It was getting early and I was going to try to catch a cab before it gets too busy…” he trails off. 

You raise a brow and look to Roger and then back to Ben. 

“Get back in bed.” you order him in a stern tone. 

Ben’s face softens as he looks to Roger for reassurance. 

“You heard the lady.” says Rog, placing an arm behind his head.

Ben slightly smiles as he looks down and drops his clothes. He slowly walks over and slides back under the covers. You turn to face him and gently cup his face with your hand. 

“You’re ours now.” you whisper, causing Ben to turn red and smile. 

You lean in and gently kiss him. He melts against you as he runs his hand up your hip. You pull away and smile as you run your finger against his bottom lip. You feel Roger turn to spoon you as he kisses your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. “What she said.” 

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