Bedmindel Roadtrip
It's soft mornings and waking up tangled together.
Ben and Fraser are laying front to front, Fraser's head nuzzled into Ben's neck. Ben can feel the little puffs of air and a strand of Fraser's hair is tickling his chin. He squeezes Connor's hand that's resting in his; their tangled hands lay on Fraser's shoulder. Connor is glued to Fraser's back, who is sandwiched between the two of them. Ben wants to stay in this moment, with these two people forever.
It's late nights around bonfires sharing stories from their childhoods while roasting marshmallows over the flickering flames.
Connor has his leg hooked over Ben's talking animatedly; his hands are gesturing wildly. Fraser turns his stick before turning his attention back to watching the other two. The way Ben looks at Connie with such a fondness in his face pulls at Fraser's heartstrings. He loves these two so much; he wants to spend the rest of his life with them.
It's endless hours in the car that never get old.
Fraser has his playlist playing while Connor is driving, tapping his fingers onto the steering wheel with the beat. Ben is quietly humming along in the back row. Connor glances at Ben through the rearview mirror and can see his head nod along to the music; can see his hand intertwined with Fraser's whose other hand is resting on Connor's thigh. He wouldn't mind if time froze right here, right now.
