"Holy Shit!" Hunter exclaimed loudly causing Michael to look up from the comic he was reading.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing." Michael glared at him. "What are you reading?"

"A magazine."
"Don’t be a smart ass, what magazine."
"Tattoos."

"You’re not getting a fucking tattoo!" Michael stated.

"Chill out dude." Hunter replied, rolling his eyes. "I’m just looking ok."
"So what’s got you all excited then?"

"Doesn’t matter." Hunter said, closing the magazine.

"Give it here." Michael said, reaching over and grabbing it from Hunter.

He flicked through the pages, seeing nothing out of the ordinary until he came to the back page.

"Fuck!"

"Told you." Hunter said, a wide grin on his face.

Michael looked at the picture in front of him. It was definitely Ben but a completely different Ben to the one he was married to.

"So?" Hunter piped up, interrupting Michael’s thoughts.

"What?" Michael said, still unable to take his eyes off the image in front of him.

"You gonna show Ben."
"Maybe."

"And then tell me why he’s in a magazine with a naked girl."

"I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation." Michael replied, rolling up the magazine before standing and walking out the room.

He trotted upstairs to their bedroom, sitting on the bed and opening up that page again. Fuck Ben looked hot, the tuxedo showing off his body perfectly and he felt himself growing hard looking at the picture. He jumped up and headed downstairs.

"Hunter, I’m going out, I won’t be long." He shouted as he grabbed his coat, slamming the door behind him.

When Ben got home later that evening he was surprised to find a black tuxedo and white shirt hanging on the back of their bedroom door.

"Michael?" He called, wandering downstairs.

"In the kitchen." Michael called out.

"Hey baby…do you know anything about those clothes in the bedroom?"

"Yeah." Michael replied, pulling Ben to him and kissing him deeply, his hands moving down his husbands back.

When they came up for air Ben looked at him questionably.

"So you going to tell me?" He asked.

"I thought you could put them on."

"Why?" Ben’s confusion was growing by the minute.

"So I can take them off you." Michael grinned as he grabbed his husband’s hand and dragged him up to their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Michael snuggled up against Ben, his fingers idly tracing circles over his husband’s chest. Ben had played along and put the tuxedo on while Michael sat on the bed, getting hornier by the minute. Ben had laughed when Michael made him walk around the room before striking different poses. Finally unable to wait any longer, Michael had slowly undressed him and dragged him into bed for some long and deeply satisfying fucking.

"So…what’s this all about?" Ben asked, dropping a kiss on his husband’s nose.

Michael reached down and pulled the magazine out from under the bed and opened it up to the back page before handing it to Ben.

"Where did you find this?" Ben asked in surprise.

"I didn’t actually. Hunter did."

"He’s not getting a tattoo!" Ben said determinedly.

"No I’ve already had that discussion with him." Michael laughed.

"Good." Ben said before looking back at the picture. "Now I understand."

"Explain then please!" Michael said, moving back into Ben’s arms.

"I’d actually forgotten I’d ever done it." Ben said, laying the magazine on the bed. "A friend was doing a portfolio for a photography class and asked me to help him out."

"So there’s more pictures?" Michael asked.

Ben laughed at the hopeful note in Michael’s voice.

"Actually there are." Ben replied. "I guess I could find them."

"Yes please!" Michael replied, lifting his head to look at Ben.

"You mean now?" Ben asked with a laugh in his voice.

"There’s no nude ones are there?" Michael asked hesitantly.

""Would that be good or bad?" Ben said, a smile crossing his lips at Michael question.

"It depends."

"On what?" Ben said, knowing he shouldn’t tease Michael but couldn’t resist.

"Just how close a friend was this photographer?"

"Are you jealous Michael?" Ben said, trying hard not to laugh.

"Of course not!" Michael said not quite convincingly.

Ben lifted Michael’s chin, a serious look on his face before he spoke.

"Actually Kevin, that’s his name, and I were very close friends."
Michael dropped his head, not wanting to know but unable to stop himself from asking,

"How close?"

"Close enough that I was best man at his and Abby’s wedding."

Michael sat up glaring at his husband.

"You are a tease Ben Bruckner and you’re going to pay for that." Michael growled.

Ben pulled Michael on top of him, wrapping him in his arms.

"And what sort of punishment do you have in mind?" He whispered, his tongue flicking Michael’s ear.

"That kind that leaves you begging for mercy!" Michael replied as he slowly worked his way down the bed, his mouth and hands exploring Ben’s body.

Ben’s last thought when he finally fell asleep hours later, was that he liked Michael’s idea of punishment very much. He couldn’t wait to find the rest of the photos.

Michael woke late the next morning. He glanced at the clock horrified to see it was eight thirty. Shit! He jumped out of bed, grabbed some clean clothes and hurried to the bathroom. After a quick shower he headed back to their bedroom, straightening out the bed covers. A frown which quickly turned into a smile crossed his face when a large envelope slid off the bed and onto the floor. Damn, he was late already but just couldn’t resist a quick peep. Ben must have found the photos while he was sleeping he thought as he sank down on the bed, opening the envelope carefully.

The first photo he pulled out was similar to the one that had gotten him hot and bothered yesterday, but this time Ben was alone, sitting back in a chair, resplendent in his tuxedo, a ‘fuck me’ look in his eyes. Well, he’d done that last night, more than once he remembered, a self satisfied smile crossing his face. He pulled out another and gasped. Ben was lying on a mink rug, his body, although not as muscled as it was now, beautiful to behold. One leg was stretched out, the other slightly bent, a hint of pubic hair visible. He pulled out the rest, and ended up with six of them covering the bed. They were all similar, just different poses, and they were fucking hot! It was what he couldn’t see that was turning him on; the hint of the unknown. He knew he had to get to the store and reluctantly began to put them back in the envelope but not before committing each one to memory.

The day passed quickly and he spent a lot of it day dreaming about those pictures, a private smile touching his lips, causing more than a few strange looks from customers.

He stopped at the market on the way home, making a detour to another shop, walking out of it ten minutes later, a large parcel under his arm and a wide smile on his face. By the time he walked in the door, Ben had started dinner and Hunter was no where to be seen. He knew he would turn up when the aromas of Ben’s cooking began to drift upstairs and sure enough ten minutes later he was in the kitchen demanding food.

After dinner Hunter disappeared to his room, with the promise he would do his homework before turning on his X-Box. Ben settled at the table, preparing his lecture for the next day as Michael flicked channels trying to find something to take his mind off those photos. He hadn’t mentioned them to Ben but he’d noticed the sideways glances Ben had been sending in his direction all evening. Let him sweat, Michael thought, a quiet laugh escaping from him which caught Ben’s ear.

"You say something Michael?" He asked, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"Not a word." Michael replied, having difficulty keeping a straight face. "But I’m heading off to bed; it’s been a long day."

He stood, walking over to the table, stopping behind his husband, his hands sliding inside Ben’s shirt and moving down his chest, stopping at the top of his jeans.

"If you don’t stop that I’ll never get finished!" Ben said, as Michael’s fingers tweaked his nipples before removing them. Michael put his fingers under Ben’s chin turning his face upwards, leaning in and running his tongue over his lips before forcing Ben’s mouth open kissing him so deeply that Ben had to grab hold of Michael to stop himself falling off the chair as his cock throbbed against the tightness of his jeans.

Michael pulled away, winked at Ben and left the room, a huge grin on his face which Ben was unable to see.

"Tease!" Ben yelled at Michael’s retreating figure.

"Learnt it from an expert!" Michael called back as he disappeared up the stairs.

Michael wasn’t surprised to hear Ben’s footsteps crossing the landing less than fifteen minutes later. He quickly turned off the bedside lamp and lit the candles he had placed either side of the bed and laid back as the door opened and Ben stood in the doorway.

Ben’s cock hardened instantly at the sight of his naked husband on the bed, and his eyes widened when he caught sight of the mink rug lying in the centre of the floor.

"I see you found the photos."

Michael grinned.