Rather Not Be Here

There was no good reason why he was in this stuffy conference room.

`But when your boyfriend threatens to withhold…certain aspects of your relationship, you don't have much choice.'

So now, Ben Plotz was in a stupid meeting at 9:00 in the morning on a SATURDAY.

`I'd much rather be in bed…damn him.'

He had ended up in this unfortunate situation when his boyfriends' name had been called out saying that he would have had to come to this meeting. He immediately feigned sickness.

Ben had seen through this and had been given an ultimatum.

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"Will you go in my place? Meeting and talking have never been my strong points…"

"Paul…no. It was your bad luck."

"Pleeeeease Ben?"

"No!"

Paul stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "Pwease?"

Ben grimaced. `He ALWAYS does this!'

"No!"

"But Beeeeeeeeen…I have STUFF to do!"

"…"

"If you don't go, you won't get any nookie!"

"Gyah! Fine. Fine, I'll go."

"Thank you sweetie…"

"…now does anyone have any questions about the very long, boring and complicated speech I just gave?"

Ben raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Is this meeting over yet?"

"……yes."

"Finally." Ben muttered as he walked out of the room.