Holiday in Spain
Title: Holiday in Spain
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Rating: R
Summary: Joel always loved oranges. And Benji.
Words: 1695
A/N: Thanks to anchorline for the prompt :D
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Joel grinned and set his bag down. He threw himself on the bed. Spain was awesome. They had a very rare two days off and Joel intended to make the most of it. They were staying in Figueres, near Barcelona -- mostly because Paul really wanted to see the Dali museum.
He looked over at the muttering coming from the other side of the room. Benji had been grumpy lately. Currently, he was in a real shitcan of a mood, but Joel wasn't going to let it bring him down. Benji dumped his bag out on the bed and he was picking through it, looking for his electrical adapters to plug in all of his digital toys and recharge them. He cursed a little under his breath, a bad-tempered monologue that he'd been rehearsing for most of the morning.
Joel stretched, listening to his knees pop, feeling his quads pull and his hips arch up off the mattress.
"Shit, I hate when you do that," Benji grumbled.
Joel twisted to one side, cracking as many vertebrae as possible just to irritate him.
"AAGH!"
Joel laughed a little. Sometimes it was too easy.
"Relax, Benj. We're on vacation."
"It's not a fucking vacation when it's only two days. And I can't find any of my shit. And my fucking phone's not working."
Sheesh. He really was in a shitty mood. Joel rolled over and snagged the hotel services book off the table. They always had some local touristy information in those things. He lay back, propping it up on his chest and flipping through the big binder. It was in Spanish, so he could only understand every couple words, but he was mostly looking at the pictures anyway.
"Dude, they have a big toy museum here too. We should check it out."
Benji snorted, clearly not interested.
Joel flipped through a couple more pages. "It's got robots."
"Fuck!"
Joel glanced over. "No robots?"
Benji pitched a small plastic object at the bed. "Piece of shit," he muttered.
"Your adapter doesn't work?"
"One of the pins is bent."
"C'mon, dude, let's go get you a new one," Joel rolled off the bed, grabbing his coat and feeling his pockets for his wallet. "We can check out the town."
***
Benji struck out in his quest for an electronics shop where he could buy another adapter, and stomped off back to the hotel to see if they could tell him where to get one. Joel decided to wander around for a while, leaving Benji to his own devices. He clearly needed some time to chill out.
On a side street, Joel found a cheese shop. Cheese in Europe was always an adventure. He let his hands drift over a couple options, finally picking up a soft round of Mahón. He just wanted something to snack on, something easy to keep in the room. After the cheese shop, he found a market with fresh produce; he picked up two pears and wandered past a huge selection of oranges and other citrus. Oranges were his favorite.
Joel paused, looking over a display of the tiniest oranges ever. He used to see those when he was stocking produce in the Giant, back in Maryland. Clementines. They were only around for a couple months but they had the sweetest flavor ever. Joel grinned. He picked up a box of them and went to pay for his food.
When he got back to the hotel, Benji was sleeping, hair still damp from the shower he must've taken while Joel was out. He was sprawled out under a sheet with the heat blasting from the window unit. Joel turned on one of the tiny desk lamps, giving the room a soft light, kicked off his shoes and palmed two of the oranges he'd bought earlier. He peeled one gently, the skin of it so thin and delicate that it practically fell off in his hand. The warm honey scent of the clementines perfumed the air, wafting through the room.
He sat on the bed next to Benji, popping a section of orange into his mouth. On the one hand, he shouldn't let Benj sleep, because then he'd be up all night, not eat anything and be jerky tomorrow. On the other hand, he did look really tired before. Joel ate another tiny section, the sweet honey-orange flavor bursting over his tongue. He ran his fingers over Benji's hair, right above his ear where it was short and bristly.
Benji rolled over a little, making a soft sleepy noise, and opened one eye. Joel smiled down at him and waved a section of orange under his nose before eating it.
"They had clementines, Benj. You want one?"
Benji regarded him sleepily for a few minutes before finally nodding. Joel smiled a little to himself; it took Benji a while to return to consciousness sometimes. He pulled apart some more sections of the orange and held them to Benji's lips, pushing gently, watching his mouth as they slipped inside. His eyes were still half-closed, sleep weighing heavily on his face. Joel quickly peeled the second orange, letting the thin sections of peel fall to the ground. He slid one finger over Benji's top lip, tracing the line and offered him another section of fruit.
Benji took it, licking his fingers a little to catch the stray beads of juice. Joel's fingers slid over his cheek, brushing past the faint stubble on his chin and over his Adam's apple, resting his fingertips on Benji's throat while he swallowed. Benji's hand drifted over to grip his arm, tugging him down onto the bed as he slid over to make room. Joel broke apart the last couple sections of his orange and popped one in his mouth, offering the last piece to Benji.
He took it slowly and caught Joel's fingertips between his teeth, a tiny pinch before he swallowed the orange and then sucked lightly on Joel's fingers, letting him slide them in and out of his mouth. Benji licked up along the inside of his fingers, splitting them with his tongue and licking up to the webbing at the base. He curled his tongue over every centimeter, licking at the sweet sharp taste of oranges and the salt of Joel's skin.
A faint groan spilled from Joel's lips and he leaned over to cover Benji's mouth with his own, feeling the pulse of arousal build, spreading over his thighs with a liquid heat. Benji curved an arm over his back, pulling him in close until they were chest to chest. He licked over Joel's lips, sucking on them lightly as he rolled onto his back, pulling Joel to lie on top of him.
They kissed for a long time, lips and tongues dancing slowly. Benji's legs spread under the sheet to let Joel rest there as they moved against each other. Joel could tell that he was naked under thin cloth; the heat of his body warmed the cotton under Joel's hands as he slid them down to rest against Benji's waist. Joel ran his tongue over Benji's lips, licking away the last vestiges of orange until all he could taste was Benji.
Benji slid his hands up under Joel's clothes, nails dragging a little over the skin of his back. Joel shivered delicately, raising his arms up over his head to let Benji pull his shirt off. His necklace caught a little on his chin and fell back, released from the shirt. Benji ran his fingertips over Joel's chest, tracing over his tattoos, thumbs rolling over Joel's nipples. Joel arched his back, rubbing their hips together, feeling the hard line of Benji's cock under the sheets. He made a little choked noise, rubbing against Joel and panting out a short hard breath.
He slid his hands down to Joel's hips, reaching under him and fumbling with his belt, making quick work of his zipper and then slowly slowly pushing the clothing off over his hips. Joel wriggled a little, grinding down as Benji's hands spread over his ass, cupping him in his hands as he applied himself to Joel's mouth. Joel breathed heavily against him, little noises building in his throat as he freed his legs and pressed himself against Benji, now separated only by the thin cotton sheet.
Every line of Benji's body was pressed against him as Benji ran his hands up over Joel's back and down again to squeeze his hips, pulling him close. Joel let his head drop to Benji's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, panting a little. He turned, sliding down a little and moving so that one of Benji's legs was between his own. He gripped Benji's wrists, dragging his hands up and pinning them against the pillow, over his head. He traced his tongue over the tattoo on Benji's neck, grinding his hips down against the hard plane of Benji's thigh. Benji drew his opposite knee up, letting the sheet fall to the middle and freeing his leg from the cloth.
"Please, Joel," he whispered, mouth pressed against Joel's ear.
Joel gripped his wrists tighter, pressing Benji into the mattress, licking and sucking on his neck, rubbing his leg over Benji's groin, feeling the hard ridge of his cock, inching the sheet out of the way until they were skin against skin, sliding over each other. Benji arched up against him as they came in contact, rubbing himself slowly against Joel's hip.
Joel shimmied his way down, kicking off the last of his clothing, hands sliding down over Benji's arms as he moved, stroking over the soft skin on the inside of his biceps, pressing his thumbs in against Benji's stars, rubbing one finger over each of their names.
"Forever, Benj," he breathed out against Benji's skin, dropping a kiss over his heart. Benji moaned a little, pressing against him. He pushed the sheet all the way off, baring Benji to the air and knelt between his legs. He leaned in to kiss over Benji's chest and stomach, running his hands up the insides of Benji's thighs, fingers sliding over his skin. Sinking into Benji was like coming home.
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Rating: R
Summary: Joel always loved oranges. And Benji.
Words: 1695
A/N: Thanks to anchorline for the prompt :D
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Joel grinned and set his bag down. He threw himself on the bed. Spain was awesome. They had a very rare two days off and Joel intended to make the most of it. They were staying in Figueres, near Barcelona -- mostly because Paul really wanted to see the Dali museum.
He looked over at the muttering coming from the other side of the room. Benji had been grumpy lately. Currently, he was in a real shitcan of a mood, but Joel wasn't going to let it bring him down. Benji dumped his bag out on the bed and he was picking through it, looking for his electrical adapters to plug in all of his digital toys and recharge them. He cursed a little under his breath, a bad-tempered monologue that he'd been rehearsing for most of the morning.
Joel stretched, listening to his knees pop, feeling his quads pull and his hips arch up off the mattress.
"Shit, I hate when you do that," Benji grumbled.
Joel twisted to one side, cracking as many vertebrae as possible just to irritate him.
"AAGH!"
Joel laughed a little. Sometimes it was too easy.
"Relax, Benj. We're on vacation."
"It's not a fucking vacation when it's only two days. And I can't find any of my shit. And my fucking phone's not working."
Sheesh. He really was in a shitty mood. Joel rolled over and snagged the hotel services book off the table. They always had some local touristy information in those things. He lay back, propping it up on his chest and flipping through the big binder. It was in Spanish, so he could only understand every couple words, but he was mostly looking at the pictures anyway.
"Dude, they have a big toy museum here too. We should check it out."
Benji snorted, clearly not interested.
Joel flipped through a couple more pages. "It's got robots."
"Fuck!"
Joel glanced over. "No robots?"
Benji pitched a small plastic object at the bed. "Piece of shit," he muttered.
"Your adapter doesn't work?"
"One of the pins is bent."
"C'mon, dude, let's go get you a new one," Joel rolled off the bed, grabbing his coat and feeling his pockets for his wallet. "We can check out the town."
***
Benji struck out in his quest for an electronics shop where he could buy another adapter, and stomped off back to the hotel to see if they could tell him where to get one. Joel decided to wander around for a while, leaving Benji to his own devices. He clearly needed some time to chill out.
On a side street, Joel found a cheese shop. Cheese in Europe was always an adventure. He let his hands drift over a couple options, finally picking up a soft round of Mahón. He just wanted something to snack on, something easy to keep in the room. After the cheese shop, he found a market with fresh produce; he picked up two pears and wandered past a huge selection of oranges and other citrus. Oranges were his favorite.
Joel paused, looking over a display of the tiniest oranges ever. He used to see those when he was stocking produce in the Giant, back in Maryland. Clementines. They were only around for a couple months but they had the sweetest flavor ever. Joel grinned. He picked up a box of them and went to pay for his food.
When he got back to the hotel, Benji was sleeping, hair still damp from the shower he must've taken while Joel was out. He was sprawled out under a sheet with the heat blasting from the window unit. Joel turned on one of the tiny desk lamps, giving the room a soft light, kicked off his shoes and palmed two of the oranges he'd bought earlier. He peeled one gently, the skin of it so thin and delicate that it practically fell off in his hand. The warm honey scent of the clementines perfumed the air, wafting through the room.
He sat on the bed next to Benji, popping a section of orange into his mouth. On the one hand, he shouldn't let Benj sleep, because then he'd be up all night, not eat anything and be jerky tomorrow. On the other hand, he did look really tired before. Joel ate another tiny section, the sweet honey-orange flavor bursting over his tongue. He ran his fingers over Benji's hair, right above his ear where it was short and bristly.
Benji rolled over a little, making a soft sleepy noise, and opened one eye. Joel smiled down at him and waved a section of orange under his nose before eating it.
"They had clementines, Benj. You want one?"
Benji regarded him sleepily for a few minutes before finally nodding. Joel smiled a little to himself; it took Benji a while to return to consciousness sometimes. He pulled apart some more sections of the orange and held them to Benji's lips, pushing gently, watching his mouth as they slipped inside. His eyes were still half-closed, sleep weighing heavily on his face. Joel quickly peeled the second orange, letting the thin sections of peel fall to the ground. He slid one finger over Benji's top lip, tracing the line and offered him another section of fruit.
Benji took it, licking his fingers a little to catch the stray beads of juice. Joel's fingers slid over his cheek, brushing past the faint stubble on his chin and over his Adam's apple, resting his fingertips on Benji's throat while he swallowed. Benji's hand drifted over to grip his arm, tugging him down onto the bed as he slid over to make room. Joel broke apart the last couple sections of his orange and popped one in his mouth, offering the last piece to Benji.
He took it slowly and caught Joel's fingertips between his teeth, a tiny pinch before he swallowed the orange and then sucked lightly on Joel's fingers, letting him slide them in and out of his mouth. Benji licked up along the inside of his fingers, splitting them with his tongue and licking up to the webbing at the base. He curled his tongue over every centimeter, licking at the sweet sharp taste of oranges and the salt of Joel's skin.
A faint groan spilled from Joel's lips and he leaned over to cover Benji's mouth with his own, feeling the pulse of arousal build, spreading over his thighs with a liquid heat. Benji curved an arm over his back, pulling him in close until they were chest to chest. He licked over Joel's lips, sucking on them lightly as he rolled onto his back, pulling Joel to lie on top of him.
They kissed for a long time, lips and tongues dancing slowly. Benji's legs spread under the sheet to let Joel rest there as they moved against each other. Joel could tell that he was naked under thin cloth; the heat of his body warmed the cotton under Joel's hands as he slid them down to rest against Benji's waist. Joel ran his tongue over Benji's lips, licking away the last vestiges of orange until all he could taste was Benji.
Benji slid his hands up under Joel's clothes, nails dragging a little over the skin of his back. Joel shivered delicately, raising his arms up over his head to let Benji pull his shirt off. His necklace caught a little on his chin and fell back, released from the shirt. Benji ran his fingertips over Joel's chest, tracing over his tattoos, thumbs rolling over Joel's nipples. Joel arched his back, rubbing their hips together, feeling the hard line of Benji's cock under the sheets. He made a little choked noise, rubbing against Joel and panting out a short hard breath.
He slid his hands down to Joel's hips, reaching under him and fumbling with his belt, making quick work of his zipper and then slowly slowly pushing the clothing off over his hips. Joel wriggled a little, grinding down as Benji's hands spread over his ass, cupping him in his hands as he applied himself to Joel's mouth. Joel breathed heavily against him, little noises building in his throat as he freed his legs and pressed himself against Benji, now separated only by the thin cotton sheet.
Every line of Benji's body was pressed against him as Benji ran his hands up over Joel's back and down again to squeeze his hips, pulling him close. Joel let his head drop to Benji's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, panting a little. He turned, sliding down a little and moving so that one of Benji's legs was between his own. He gripped Benji's wrists, dragging his hands up and pinning them against the pillow, over his head. He traced his tongue over the tattoo on Benji's neck, grinding his hips down against the hard plane of Benji's thigh. Benji drew his opposite knee up, letting the sheet fall to the middle and freeing his leg from the cloth.
"Please, Joel," he whispered, mouth pressed against Joel's ear.
Joel gripped his wrists tighter, pressing Benji into the mattress, licking and sucking on his neck, rubbing his leg over Benji's groin, feeling the hard ridge of his cock, inching the sheet out of the way until they were skin against skin, sliding over each other. Benji arched up against him as they came in contact, rubbing himself slowly against Joel's hip.
Joel shimmied his way down, kicking off the last of his clothing, hands sliding down over Benji's arms as he moved, stroking over the soft skin on the inside of his biceps, pressing his thumbs in against Benji's stars, rubbing one finger over each of their names.
"Forever, Benj," he breathed out against Benji's skin, dropping a kiss over his heart. Benji moaned a little, pressing against him. He pushed the sheet all the way off, baring Benji to the air and knelt between his legs. He leaned in to kiss over Benji's chest and stomach, running his hands up the insides of Benji's thighs, fingers sliding over his skin. Sinking into Benji was like coming home.