Ben 10 Porn Story: Music To My Ears Chapter 1

Disclaimer:Ben
10 :Alien Force is not mine.
A fact that saddens me tremendously. And I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE SONG
SHAKE IT
BY METRO STATION.or I would not have been inspired to write a
story about it.

Note
from the author:My best friend said that I have a thing for
dark-haired, chiseled-jaw guys. I never thought it would apply to
cartoon characters as well. Part of me gets giddy with excitement
every time Ben 10: Alien Force is on air. Another part of me wonders
if I need help. But I digress. I think Kevin and Gwen are the
best looking cartoon couple ever. And Kevin Levinwhat a guywhat
a voice. This little fic came to me about a year ago, when I was
reading Twilight
while listening to Metro Station. I imagined it with Bella and
Edward, but before I could write it down, real life happened and the
story got pushed to the back burneruntil I saw Kevin and Gwen
interact. Of course, while its great that the two have not quite
started dating or anything (all great TV show leads never date, think
X-Files!), in this fic, they are an established couple. Hope you
guys like it. And feedbacks make my day.

It began two weeks ago when Gwen won a
radio/alarm clock. And every morning since then, regardless if she
was on the road with Ben and Kevin, or at home, the alarm would go
off with the full blare of the local radio station playing pop songs.

It grated Kevins nerves. Gwen did not
need alarm clock/ radio. He could have easily crushed the little
device, but it seemed as if Gwen had developed a little bond with
that thing. Kevin should have known better, it was his sort-of-gift
to her when Gwen took him to a fairground one evening when there
werent any alien activity in their immediate vicinity.

Kevin, of course, had won all the games
she made him play therenot that it was not enjoyable to Kevin, who
had Gwen next to him, cheering and jeering. And for every game he
won, she had refused all the gifts; ranging from a giant five-foot
teddy bear to a food voucher at the local seafood restaurant. It was
unfair advantage, Gwen told him, sounding as if Kevin had broken
rules at an Olympic competition rather than throwing rubber darts at
rubber duckies.

So, in the last game, they played, she
devised a rule. Kevin was to hit the target, six pyramid-stacked
empty soda cans, blindfolded, following only the stall keepers
instructions. Kevin scoffed and told Gwen to bring it on. Kevin
listened to the stall keepers instructions and threw as humanly as
possible. It was, naturally, a bulls eye. Prize: one radio/ alarm
clock.

Looking back, Kevin realized now he
should have just missed; the prize was so insignificant, compared to
the milestone they have achieved. Gwen Tennyson and Kevin Levin had
been together for three glorious weeks now and they should have
celebrated with a lobster dinner, dancing at a club and moonlights
walk on the pier.

Not possible, Gwen would have pointed
out. She was allergic to lobster and still had a couple years to go
to enter the clubs with a fake ID. Besides, she was not one for all
those fancy kinds of dates, as Kevin found out, much to his relief.
Him in a suitsure, if pigs could fly high enough in a frozen Hell.
Gwen would think he looked hot; but that was Gwen. She loved him
totally to realize that he would actually look like a monkey or a
penguin or just like a waiter from a restaurant.

(But, really, he KNEW he looked HOT in a
suit. Ask Gwen.)

So, Gwen kept the insignificant, utterly
stupid radio/ alarm clockprobably to remind him of the fact that
he forgot to get her something meaningful.

Not every week deserves a presentat
least not in Kevins idea of a good relationship. He had planned
something for their ONE month anniversary, but for now, he has to
suffer through boybands and manufactured pop that he knew Gwen tuned
in just to annoy him.

It was summer vacation and they were on
the road once again, searching for the other Plumber kids and if
possible, Grandpa Max. They were just leaving the city limits when
the radio blared to life; the voice of the announcer indicating too
much caffeine, too much nicotine and way too much cheer to be real.
Kevin would have loved to smash the radio to bits, but Gwen had it on
her side of the car, and it really would not be such a good idea to
reach over her to turn it off. She was asleep, last nights
exertion of fighting the Highbreeds taking its toll on her.

Kevin Levin was not that kind of guy.

So, he endured; the faux-cheerful
announcer and Ben snoring from the backseat, stretched out on the
seat, his sneakered feet hanging out the window. He wanted to listen
to his own music; a little bit emo, stadium rock and big, big guitar
riffs, but he was already developing a headache from the pop music he
was being exposed, so he would end up hating his own favourite music,
and he did not want that. Not that it was very successful, for pop
music has a way of invading your senses that could put DNAliens to
shame.

Ill take you home if you
dont leave me at the front door

Youre bodys cold, but girl,
were getting so warm

And I was thinking of ways that I
could get inside

Tonight youre falling in love, let
me go now

This feelings tearing me up, here
we go now

So, he just tuned it off, preferring to
concentrate on the road.

Ben woke up an hour later, insisting he
needed a bathroom break. Kevin obliged readily, he needed the break
too. He stopped at a roadside diner, and Ben nearly tripped himself
running to the bathroom. Gwen went in to get something to eat, while
Kevin lingered by the car. He leaned against his car, quite
forgetting his own no-leaning-against-the-car (PAINTJOB, cmon!).
That was when he found himself humming to an unknown tune. When he
caught himself doing it, the tune eluded him. He did not think
anything about it, in fact he forgot about it when Ben and Gwen
returned with the food.

Later that morning, as he was waiting for
Gwen in front of her house as she picked up a couple of things, Ken
Tennyson, coolest brother and cousin in the world, was proudly
testing and displaying the sound system in his car. He had opened
all the doors and the boot to show anyone who was remotely interested
his audio system. And he was playing the very song that Kevin had
heard this morning from Gwens radio/alarm clock. Kevin winced as
the bass pounded the speakers. He gritted his teeth and clenched his
fist, turning away from the car which is no longer a car, but a
monstrosity on wheels.

Shake shake, shake shake,
a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

When Gwen found him a few moments later,
she was looking at him curiously.

What? Kevin asked, frowning. Was
there something on his face? Grease? Oil? Leftover chili fries?

Gwen stared from Kevins feet and right
to his face, a smile so radiant on her face that Kevin just wanted to
swoop down and kiss her senseless right there on the road.

Youre tapping your toes! Gwen
made it sound as if he was milking a cow from Venus.

I always do that, Kevin shrugged.

Not to manufactured pop you dont,
Gwen pointed, fully aware of Kevins musical inclination, as she
glanced in the direction of her Kens mobile entertainment cabinet.

Kevin was surprised at Gwens
observation.

Youre not the Top 40 kind of
person. Gwen was, naturally, spot on about her man.

Kevin shrugged again. Kens speakers
are causing seismic tremors, I think. Thats why you saw my feet
moving!

This comment caused Gwen to laugh and
that was the sweetest music in the world for Kevin.

Later that very evening, Kevin was in
Gwens kitchen, watching her prepare dinner. Her parents were out
for the evening, which meant Gwen and Kevin, after dropping off Ben
at Julies house, had the place all to themselves. And because
Kevin had been nice the past few days, Gwen decided to reward him; a
nice, hot, home cooked dinner. It was definitely a treat for Kevin,
who managed to steal some kisses from Gwen as she chopped carrots and
what nots to make him stew. She looked so delicious in that pink and
white apron

Kevin turned sharply towards the radio in
the kitchen, now tuned into the local pop station; Gwen claims
fluffy, bubblegum pop helps her relax and enjoy the process of
cooking.

Kevin released Gwen, who was now trying
to save the stew from being a complete disaster, and stared at the
radio.

It was the same song that has been
hounding Kevin since this morning.

Shake shake, shake shake,
a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it

Kevin felt like screaming. Gwen was
swaying unconsciously as she stirred the salvaged stew now simmering
cheerfully on the stove. She was oblivious to the pain Kevin was
experiencing; the music and cheesy lyrics were killing his own good
taste in music.

The song lasted another agonizing two
minutes; a hundred twenty seconds of agony for Kevins ears. But
he did not even think of turning it off; Gwen liked it enough to sway
to it. Even in his moment of tortured inflicted by the song Kevin
knew better than to mention the swaying to Gwen later; she will deny
it and then spend a few hours trying to prove him wrong by playing
all her classical music collections. They did not that kind of
distraction in their relationshipKevin certainly did not. He just
wanted her to concentrate on him.

All this made him forget about the song.
And just when he thought he had forgotten about it.

I saw you dancing and I couldnt
get you off my mind

I could tell that you could tell that
I was taking my time

But I was thinking of ways to get you
stay the night

Your bodys shaking, tell me off so
that I can turn of the lights

Kevin did the only thing he knew would
get his mind off the song. He grabbed Gwen and kissed her.

Needless to say, they went out for dinner
that evening, as the stew Gwen prepared congealed into something
similar to Goop at the bottom of the pan.

Ben was channel-surfing on the TV in
Kevins garage two days later when a delivery van stopped outside.
A guy got out, carrying a small package and headed for the garage.
Ben threw the remote on the couch and went to get the package. Kevin
was nowhere in sight, probably underneath a car or something.

Delivery for Kevin Levin, the
delivery guy announced, checking the folder in his hand.

Kevin? Ben called out once and then
gave up, deciding to sign for the package himself. Ben took the pen
the delivery guy gave him and was about to sign his name when there
was a crash, an expletive uttered and Kevin appeared, looking
verynervous.

That would be me, Kevin said,
grabbing the pen from Bens hand.

Where the hellthe delivery guy
was at loss for words at the sudden appearance of Kevin.

Kevin ignored the guy, signed his name
and held out his hand for the package, which the delivery guy was
about to hand to Ben.

Are you okay? Ben asked, not used
to seeing Kevin nervous.

I think so, the delivery guy
answered, one hand on his chest, just above his heart. This dude
gave me a scare, but I think Ill survive!

Im sure you will, Kevin
muttered, as the package came to his hand. He held on to it quite
possessively. Well, Kevin took a step back. Yeah
Then he was gone.

The delivery guy looked at the empty
space where Kevin had stood and then at Ben.

Weird, both Ben and the delivery
guy said at the same time. The guy got back into his van and left,
as Ben went back inside the garage. He looked around at Kevin, but
could not find him.

Sighing, Ben slumped back unto the couch
and resumed his channel-surfing.

Weirder things have known to happen and
Kevin acting strange is hardly a cause for concern.

For the time being.

Maybe its a girl thing but Gwen felt
an acute need to cook for Kevin. She hoped it was a phase, but when
the orange-peach cupcake came out of the oven perfect and golden, she
could help the satisfaction she felt. Nor can she wait to see the
look on Kevins face when she brings them over to his garage. His
smile would be worth all the trouble and the four other batches of
cupcakes that had not met with the usual standard of being perfect.

She packed the cakes into a white, white
cardboard box and left for Kevins garage, imagining all the
wonderful things they could do while eating cupcakes.

Ice-skating

That would be so romantic. It hardly
mattered that it was the middle of a blazing summer; not when you had
cousin who could freeze a lake with his breath.

Of course, ice-skating was just the tip
of the icebergshe had to smile when she thought this; she was now
starting to come up with jarringly bad jokes.

The smile remained on her face as she
reached the garage. She was thankful Ben was not there; he had a
date with Julie and Gwen did not bake the cupcakes for Ben and Kevin.
She found the garage empty; not a single person was there.

Gwen was unperturbed. It was lunch time
and maybe the other mechanics went out for a bite. She decided to
wait in the office at the back of the garage.

As she neared the office, Gwen heard
music. It was not loud, but she could hear it well enough from
behind the slightly open door. She recognized it as the song she
had heard in one of the pop stations. It was a good song, a little
different from the usual beats out there. It reminded her of a
glossed-over 80s track, a great song for aerobics and the likes.

This song had no place in this garage,
that much she knew for sure.

Gwen neared the door, open just enough
for her to peek inside.

And when she saw Kevin in the office, the
box of cupcakes dropped from her hands. She could not believe her
eyes.

Now if she does it like this,
will you do it like that?

Now if she touches like this, would
you touch her right back?

Now is she moves like this, will you
move her like that?

Come on, shake shake, shake shake,
a-shake it

Kevin Ethan Levin, toughest guy in town,
was holding a broken gear stick as his microphone, lip-synching and
dancing in front of the mirror to the tune of Metro Stations
Shake It.

It was not until the song ended and a
cupcake rolled up near his foot that Kevin realized he had an
audience. He turned and saw his girlfriend looking at him, pure
horror on her face.

They managed to save seven out of ten
cupcakes (one was squashed by Gwen herself when she stepped it and
another two rolled under the Camaro; Kevin figured he could snack on
it later if he got hungry when working underneath his car), but he
wondered if he could save his girlfriend from her catatonic state.

Gwen? Gwen? Are you all right?
Kevin was worried, as he slowly sat her down on the battered couch in
the office.

It took a while, but Gwen finally did
recover. What? She said, shaking her head, looking
disorientated as she wondered where she was, until her eyes locked
unto Kevins worried ones.

Are you all right? Kevin asked
again, his worry kicking up a notch.

A slow smile spread across Gwens lips.
Yeah, she said, biting her lower lips in an effort to keep
from laughing. Kevin felt heat across his face and was pretty sure
it was not because of the broken radiator in the corner of the room.

You saw, didnt you? Kevin
slumped back against the couch, groaning. Why the hell didnt he
just wait until he got home at night? Where no one could see him?
Where his room had double-locks and a few alien tech to keep out
invaders and possibly embarrassing and life-altering situations just
like this?

Gwen nodded, her smile infuriating him.
Stupid song. Stupid Kevin.

Youre going to tell Ben? he
asked, dropping his gaze to the floor. Right now, the best thing
that can happen to him was an alien invasion on the planet. Or if
that was too hard to come by, he would settle for the ground opening
up and swallowing him.

Why would I tell Ben? Gwen asked,
the smile waning a little as she frowned.

Because

Kevin Ethan Levin, you sexy beast of a
man, if you think I am going to share this with my cousin, you are
utterly wrong on top of being deranged! Gwen said, a
mind-numbingly gorgeous pout emphasizing her words at the end of her
rant.

But

Shut up, Gwen said, a smile forming
on her lips.

Gwen, I

Knowing that Kevin would not voluntarily
shut up, Gwen grabbed Kevin by the neck and kissed him.

Sexy beast, huh? Kevin said, a
little bit later when the need for breathing necessitated them to
draw apart.

Gwen blushed, but she did not let Kevin
get the upper hand. I thought you hated pop songs, she
remarked casually, picking up the box of cupcakes on the table beside
the couch.

I do, Kevin said, quickly. Hey,
you brought me cupcakes? What flavor?

Gwen raised an eyebrow; a simple action
that demanded Kevin for more explanation and to quit changing the
subject.

I could not help it?

Another perfect eyebrow arched.

I could not get the song out of my
head for two days! Two days, Gwen! Do you know what that is like?
Figured the only way I was going to flush it from my system is if I
sort of overdosed on it

Another arch.

I
know it sounds crazy, but its the solution I could think of! I
ordered a copy of the single from the Internet

The
eyebrow rose again.

Cmon,
Gwen! You know I cant walk into the record store and buy this kind
of music! I got my reputation to think of!

Gwen
was silent for a moment. Then, she finally said, Okay.

Really?

Gwen
nodded. Of course, she said. Here, have a cupcake. She
opened the box to let him chose a cake.

Really?

On
second thought, Gwen let the lid of the box drop.

I
knew it, Kevin muttered under his breath.

You
didnt think Ill let you off the hook so easily, did you?
Gwen asked, a sly smile on her lips.

No,
not really, Kevin answered, resignedly. But there was no
mistaking the twinkle in his eyes. Kevin knew exactly what Gwen had
in mind. And he did not mind. Not if it made Gwen laugh. He was,
after all, her sexy beast. You want me to he did not have
to finish the statement, for Gwen was nodding enthusiastically. And
what do I get in return for myperformance? His voice was husky
as he leaned towards her.

Gwen
reached over and pulled Kevin closer to her. One hand snaked into
Kevins dark hair, while another one went behind her back. She
pulled him tantalizingly close to her and whispered into his ears,
This. And brought out the hand behind her back to reveal the
perfect cupcake she had baked especially for him.

Orange
and poppy seeds? Kevins voice was still seductively husky.

Orange
and peach, Gwen corrected him.

My
favourite, Kevin replied, his breath hot on her face.

Are
you just going to talk, Levin?

You
want it?

Gwen
nodded.

Kevin
sighed as he pulled away from her embrace. He stood up in front of
her and took out the stereo remote from his pocket.

Just
this once, he told her as the music began.

Gwen
settled back for the best pop performance of her lifetime. And
Kevin delivered it, never mind the fact he got most of the lyrics
wrong. He looked silly doing it, but Gwen loved it that he did it
for her.

At
the end of the performance, Kevin was rewarded with seven cupcakes,
with the promise of more, and kiss that made the both of them believe
breathing was over-rated.

Standing
outside the window of the garages office, Ben Tennyson was
replaying the Levin Dance on his cell phone. He was smiling.

It
was wonderful to have this sort of leverage over the toughest guy in
town. Life just got little more interesting for Ben Tennyson.

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