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Title: I Feel Fine
Author: _mixedtape
Rating: NC-17ish, I don't think it's too graphic
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it...
Disclaimer: Don't own, of course. I can wish though.
etc: This has been in my head for a long time, back when my science teacher mentioned that a meteor might hit the earth in 2014 or something. So yes, it took me like 3 months to write and finally get the courage to post. Criticism is welcome, but I'll probably ignore it if you're rude.
"If it was the last day of the world and you knew it, what would you be doing?"
"Fucking. And getting stoned off my ass." He laughed. It was funny to think about things that would never happen. "And you?"
"Same, same. I'd make it count for something."
March 19, 2014. The last day.
Things were quiet on the inside. Outside however, chaos reigned. Panic. That was the only thing people could feel now. Utter panic. It spared only those who were too far gone to comprehend. Footsteps echoed through the apartment. Void of life, yet full of emotion. Your tears are over and done with. Acceptance of life and death was easy for you. Most people hadn't accepted it though. Good friends had killed themselves. Fucking taken their own lives because they just didn't wanna be around for the end of the world. Who did? Who really did?
"Do you think we'll know when it happens? I mean, while it's happening?" You shake your head. You don't know. You don't want to know. You just sort of hope that things end in a flash of light. No real pain, no real comprehension. Joel's voice shakes you. It hurts because you can't remember the way he used to sound; the way he used to sound before all this.
It's complicated. You can't explain it on a simplified level, but you have some sort of an understanding. The world is ending. This isn't Amrmegedon; Bruce Willis can't save you now. You can't even save yourself. No bomb shelter is big enough, no hole in the ground deep enough. Your shoulders sag, "I just don't know." The only thing you have left to feel is what he feels.
"I wanna feel something. I'm so fucking sick of not feeling anything."
"I'll make you feel," you whisper dryly, reaching for his hand.
"Promise?" You nod your head in response. Your movements are slow and meaningful. Gripping his hand, you turn down the lights and lead him towards the bedroom. You try not to focus on how it feels to be doing these simple things for the last time. You want to feel so much, but at the same time, you want to forget the feelings. It makes no sense in your head, and it's best for you to not think about it much. Joel looks down at you, his eyes puffy and red. "Benj," he says, "If tomorrow never comes, you have to know-" he's saying, but you don't let him finish.
"I know," you breathe, your breath warm against his neck. You pull him down to the bed, letting him land on top of you. Your hands dart out and grab at his pants, pulling them down until they're around his knees. Your hands pull at his shirt and you manage to get it over his head and toss it to the other side of the room to it's final resting place. You force a smile and roll over on the bed until you're straddling his waist and stripping off your own clothes. He's begging for it now, his fingers clawing at your back.
"Benji, please," he says. Your erection is aching as you push your cock into his mouth. He's caught off gaurd at first, even though he's been waiting for it. You force yourself down, until he's coated you with his saliva. You lick your own fingers, and as he's preoccupied you slip two of them into his opening. He grunts and pushes against your fingers, hoping to get some sort of pleasure. His mouth opens as if to speak but no sound comes out, save a low moan.
"Joel," you sigh, pressing deeper, stretching out his opening. In one fluid motion your remove your fingers and line yourself up to his entrance. With one swift thrust you're inside, and you rock your hips back and forth, drawing it out as long as possible. His head falls back against the headboard, his back arching with your movements. He whines softly, and you reach down to grasp his hard on, jerking in time with your thrusts. You run one hand up the inside of his thigh, producing another whimper. This time you smile for real and you push away a clump of sweaty hair that's blocking his view. His hands move upward until he's bracing himself on the headboard with one hand and on your shoulder with the other. As you reach orgasm, your pace quickens and he pushes harder against the headboard. You empty yourself inside him and continue jerking him off until he follows, releasing into your hand and all over the sheets.
"Good news," he says quietly, "we don't have to wash the sheets anymore." You lower yourself closer to him, but don't pull out. He likes the way you fill him, even after his eyes have closed and his breathing slowed. Kisses cover his forehead and down his jawline, ending at his neck. There's just something about his neck, but you don't have time to ponder. "Benj?" Joel asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," you whisper.
"This is how I want it to be," he says. "Forever." He's quiet for a little bit. "You think, maybe if we just stay like this, this is how it'll be forever." You nod.
"Maybe." You rest your body against his and wait.
There's a loud banging on the apartment door and you curse whomever disturbed you from your bliss. Not even tainted, just pure bliss. You look over at the clock and realize you'd fallen asleep for a few minutes. Joel lays motionless underneath you, and out of parinoia you check his breathing. You sigh and pull away from him to answer the door. It's Tony and your face brightens.
"Was it good?" he asks.
You nod your head. "Did you live it right, Ton?"
"Nah, probably not, but at least I had fun." There's silence and Tony just grins. "I'll miss you guys, you know, if I can comprehend it," he says as they drape their arms across one another's shoulders and press their foreheads together.
"Miss you too. See ya on the flipside?"
"On the flipside," he confirms, squeezing your shoulders before letting go and backing out of the apartment. As you close the door you hear, "Bring it on mother fucker!" and you see Tony throw his hands up towards the sky, challenging God.
You return to find Joel leaning against the headboard. "I thought you left," he says.
"Never," you assure him and crawl back under the covers. He shivers as your cold feet rub against his, and you protectively wrap your arms around his chest. This is how it'll be, forever. "Never."
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...
Author: _mixedtape
Rating: NC-17ish, I don't think it's too graphic
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it...
Disclaimer: Don't own, of course. I can wish though.
etc: This has been in my head for a long time, back when my science teacher mentioned that a meteor might hit the earth in 2014 or something. So yes, it took me like 3 months to write and finally get the courage to post. Criticism is welcome, but I'll probably ignore it if you're rude.
"If it was the last day of the world and you knew it, what would you be doing?"
"Fucking. And getting stoned off my ass." He laughed. It was funny to think about things that would never happen. "And you?"
"Same, same. I'd make it count for something."
March 19, 2014. The last day.
Things were quiet on the inside. Outside however, chaos reigned. Panic. That was the only thing people could feel now. Utter panic. It spared only those who were too far gone to comprehend. Footsteps echoed through the apartment. Void of life, yet full of emotion. Your tears are over and done with. Acceptance of life and death was easy for you. Most people hadn't accepted it though. Good friends had killed themselves. Fucking taken their own lives because they just didn't wanna be around for the end of the world. Who did? Who really did?
"Do you think we'll know when it happens? I mean, while it's happening?" You shake your head. You don't know. You don't want to know. You just sort of hope that things end in a flash of light. No real pain, no real comprehension. Joel's voice shakes you. It hurts because you can't remember the way he used to sound; the way he used to sound before all this.
It's complicated. You can't explain it on a simplified level, but you have some sort of an understanding. The world is ending. This isn't Amrmegedon; Bruce Willis can't save you now. You can't even save yourself. No bomb shelter is big enough, no hole in the ground deep enough. Your shoulders sag, "I just don't know." The only thing you have left to feel is what he feels.
"I wanna feel something. I'm so fucking sick of not feeling anything."
"I'll make you feel," you whisper dryly, reaching for his hand.
"Promise?" You nod your head in response. Your movements are slow and meaningful. Gripping his hand, you turn down the lights and lead him towards the bedroom. You try not to focus on how it feels to be doing these simple things for the last time. You want to feel so much, but at the same time, you want to forget the feelings. It makes no sense in your head, and it's best for you to not think about it much. Joel looks down at you, his eyes puffy and red. "Benj," he says, "If tomorrow never comes, you have to know-" he's saying, but you don't let him finish.
"I know," you breathe, your breath warm against his neck. You pull him down to the bed, letting him land on top of you. Your hands dart out and grab at his pants, pulling them down until they're around his knees. Your hands pull at his shirt and you manage to get it over his head and toss it to the other side of the room to it's final resting place. You force a smile and roll over on the bed until you're straddling his waist and stripping off your own clothes. He's begging for it now, his fingers clawing at your back.
"Benji, please," he says. Your erection is aching as you push your cock into his mouth. He's caught off gaurd at first, even though he's been waiting for it. You force yourself down, until he's coated you with his saliva. You lick your own fingers, and as he's preoccupied you slip two of them into his opening. He grunts and pushes against your fingers, hoping to get some sort of pleasure. His mouth opens as if to speak but no sound comes out, save a low moan.
"Joel," you sigh, pressing deeper, stretching out his opening. In one fluid motion your remove your fingers and line yourself up to his entrance. With one swift thrust you're inside, and you rock your hips back and forth, drawing it out as long as possible. His head falls back against the headboard, his back arching with your movements. He whines softly, and you reach down to grasp his hard on, jerking in time with your thrusts. You run one hand up the inside of his thigh, producing another whimper. This time you smile for real and you push away a clump of sweaty hair that's blocking his view. His hands move upward until he's bracing himself on the headboard with one hand and on your shoulder with the other. As you reach orgasm, your pace quickens and he pushes harder against the headboard. You empty yourself inside him and continue jerking him off until he follows, releasing into your hand and all over the sheets.
"Good news," he says quietly, "we don't have to wash the sheets anymore." You lower yourself closer to him, but don't pull out. He likes the way you fill him, even after his eyes have closed and his breathing slowed. Kisses cover his forehead and down his jawline, ending at his neck. There's just something about his neck, but you don't have time to ponder. "Benj?" Joel asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," you whisper.
"This is how I want it to be," he says. "Forever." He's quiet for a little bit. "You think, maybe if we just stay like this, this is how it'll be forever." You nod.
"Maybe." You rest your body against his and wait.
There's a loud banging on the apartment door and you curse whomever disturbed you from your bliss. Not even tainted, just pure bliss. You look over at the clock and realize you'd fallen asleep for a few minutes. Joel lays motionless underneath you, and out of parinoia you check his breathing. You sigh and pull away from him to answer the door. It's Tony and your face brightens.
"Was it good?" he asks.
You nod your head. "Did you live it right, Ton?"
"Nah, probably not, but at least I had fun." There's silence and Tony just grins. "I'll miss you guys, you know, if I can comprehend it," he says as they drape their arms across one another's shoulders and press their foreheads together.
"Miss you too. See ya on the flipside?"
"On the flipside," he confirms, squeezing your shoulders before letting go and backing out of the apartment. As you close the door you hear, "Bring it on mother fucker!" and you see Tony throw his hands up towards the sky, challenging God.
You return to find Joel leaning against the headboard. "I thought you left," he says.
"Never," you assure him and crawl back under the covers. He shivers as your cold feet rub against his, and you protectively wrap your arms around his chest. This is how it'll be, forever. "Never."
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...