Benson seriously needs to work his shit out, pronto.

He cannot be doing this to himself, it’s practically torture… You were just there, and he couldn’t help himself. He felt clumsy around you, stumbling over his words and not being able to keep his breath even.

He couldn’t do this, you were older than him by God knows how many years… He knew he either had to let it go or get a taste of you.

Benson loved seeing you sitting on the patio, cigarette between your thin fingers while you gazed at the planning board for his tours. You were his fucking manager, he couldn’t have these thoughts about you… You were the white mare he needed.

If you asked him to sink down to his knees and beg, he fucking would. Even if it was slightly humiliating. Goes to show he would do quite literally anything you asked.

The way you spoke with your hands when you were talking to him struck a chord deep within his soul, you were so fluent, classic like a Caddy.

Your very young adult years was spent in the clubs with Britney Spears and Eve… People of those sorts, trust, he’s seen the clips… Way more times than he should have. Seeing you dance, move, he wonders if you could still do stuff like that… He knows you can have fun, he filmed a youtube video with you doing the one deaf one blind baking challenge and you killed it. You’re definitely fun.

But you in your prime? Shit… Now that’s something he would pay hundreds to see right in front of him.

It was one of those nights, he was sitting in his hotel rooms bed scrolling mindlessly through tik tok when you came in unannounced, hands on your hips like you were about to scold him for breaking a vase and lying about not doing it.

“H-hey..” Benson cleared his throat, eyes darting to you.. He couldn’t tell if he was gonna get a lecture or gonna get a story from you. He loved your stories though. “Uhh— can I help you, ma’am?”

Ma’am… He’s definitely preparing in the future to do the hard launch into “Mommy”.