FIC: Made For TV
Title: Made For TV
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, PWP, light BDSM
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Joel catches Benji jerking off to a kinky gay porn movie
Joel bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle any sound as he leaned on the back of the couch, watching Benji watching the TV. His twin hadn’t noticed he’d entered the room, so engrossed he was in the movie scenes playing out in front of him. And not just any movie either, as Joel had quickly realised come to realise. A blue movie. A kinky gay porn movie. Joel had raised an eyebrow, smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue, a comment that had never been vocalised as he’d realised just how much Benji was enjoying the movie. Instead, he’d folded his arms on the back of the couch, fires of desire burning in his stomach as he watched Benji.
Benji was lying on his back, stretched out along the length of the couch, head turned to the side to watch the action on the TV screen. His pants were around his ankles, t-shirt sweat-damp and clinging to his chest, nipples hard points poking through the material, the silver ring clearly outlined. One hand was pillowed behind his head, the other fisted around his cock, pumping himself rapidly, hand slick with pre-come. Every exhalation was a moan, his lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. Dragging his thumb roughly over the head of his aching erection, Benji thrust up desperately, growling low in his throat as he came.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, wiping his sticky hand off on his t-shirt then pressing pause on the DVD player. “Fuck,” he repeated, running his hands over his face, tongue toying with his lip ring and shaking his head. “Fuck, that was hot!”
“Yes, it was.” Joel agreed with a grin, vaulting over the couch to straddle Benji’s hips, one knee either side of him, hand sliding up under his t-shirt to play with his nipples. “Very fucking hot.” He dipped his head down, lips brushing teasingly over Benji’s before deepening the kiss, hands grasping, teeth clashing with the desperation of the kiss, the two men humping against each other, tongues battling for dominance. The kiss broke naturally; kiss-swollen lips parted as they gasped for breath, foreheads resting against each other’s, matching grins on their faces.
“You seem to have a problem, Joel,” Benji smirked, his hand sliding between them to massage Joel’s erection through the material of his pants.
Joel whimpered, thrusting into Benji’s touch, throwing his head back, eyes sliding closed in pleasure. “Benji….” He moaned, panting heavily, rocking hard against him. “Benji… oh fucking…. Fuck… Benji… please…” He moaned, locking his elbows to stop himself from collapsing down on top of Benji. “Benji… please… don’t… stop…. Please…. Benji stop please….” He groaned louder as Benji ignored his desperate pleas, hands slipping inside his pants, warm fingers feeling cold against his fevered skin. “Oh fuck Benji…I… Stop… Stop…. Stop…. Benjamin Levi Madden stop right now!”
Benji blinked, his hands falling to the side, forehead creasing into a frown as he stared into Joel’s eyes. “What?”
“You heard me,” Joel climbed off the couch, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at the confused look on Benji’s face, fighting the grin that he could feel tugging at his lips. “Get up.” He rolled his eyes when Benji neither climbed to his feet nor answered him. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned.
Benji opened his mouth to speak then shook his head, changing his mind. Without taking his eyes off Joel he slowly climbed from the couch. “Joel, what…”
Joel shook his head, pressing one finger over Benji’s lips, silencing him. “You do not speak unless you are spoken to and you will call me Sir. Do you understand?”
Benji moaned under his breath at the steely glint in Joel’s eye and the hard tone to his voice. It was making him think of the movie and, he realised as he cock started stirring again, he liked it. A lot. He nodded. “Yes.”
Joel laughed dryly, one hand shooting out to grab the top of Benji’s arm, spinning him around and laying a hard slap across his bare ass. “I said ‘do you understand?’”
“Y… Yes… S…. Sir.” Benji gasped out, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Good boy. Step out of your pants and get in the bedroom.” Benji nodded and kicked his pants off, walking across the front room and up the stairs, starting to blush at the feel of Joel’s eyes burning into his back.
As soon as Benji was out of sight, Joel broke into a wide grin, laughing under his breath. He’d always suspected Benji had a thing for kinky sex but didn’t know how to go about broaching the subject, but now that was something he didn’t have to worry about. He only had to worry about what was going to happen when he got upstairs, although from Benji’s reaction he was pretty sure he would come up with something…
Glancing into the mirror on the wall, he forced himself to stop grinning and follow Benji upstairs, a hungry look in his eye. Benji was sitting on the edge of their bed, waiting for him, an anxious expression on his face.
Without saying a word, Joel stalked across the room and pulled Benji to his feet, wrapping his arms around him to hold him close, lips devouring Benji’s eagerly, hands roaming across his back under his shirt.
“Joel…” Benji moaned when the kiss broke, yelping as Joel’s hand came down hard on his bare ass, one hand holding his upper arm tightly.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” Benji’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “No,” Joel continued. “I didn’t think I did. Turn around, take off your t-shirt and give it to me.” Benji nodded and handed Joel his t-shirt, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a wince at the sound of it being ripped. “Good boy,” Joel praised him. “Hands behind your back.” He grabbed Benji’s wrists and tied them loosely with half of the t-shirt. “There.” Spinning Benji around, Joel kissed him then ran his knuckles down the side of his face, before holding the rest of the ruined t-shirt to his lips. “Open up.” Benji closed his eyes and parted his lips, forcing himself not to tense as the material was pushed into his mouth and knotted behind his head, Joel’s mouth brushing over his cheek in a light kiss. Joel pulled Benji close against him, Benji’s back to his chest, lips grazing his neck, hands sliding across his chest to play with his nipples, teasing him until he was moaning, arching up into the touch and grinding his ass back against Joel’s erection.
Breathing heavily, Joel pushed Benji away, bending him over the end of the bed and kicking his legs apart. “Stay there,” he whispered in Benji’s ear.
Benji moaned softly as Joel walked away, biting down on the gag to keep himself quiet. He was breathing heavily through his nose, hands clenching and unclenching into fists his back as he fought to relax in his bonds. His cock was achingly hard again; throbbing between his belly and the bed, growing even harder at the rustling noise that indicated Joel was now naked. Familiar breathy gasps and the scent of the lube made him growl and he lifted his head to look over his shoulder. He met Joel’s eyes and a shiver ran through him, his cock growing harder than he thought possible at the untamed lust staring back at him. “Fuck,” he whimpered, jerking at the touch of Joel’s hand to the back of his neck, pushing him back down on the bed, kicking his legs further apart.
“I told you to stay where you were,” Joel growled, hand coming down hard again on Benji’s ass with every word before moving his hand to Benji’s hip, gripping tightly as he buried himself in his ass in one brutal stroke.
The gag did little to stifle Benji’s yell as he tensed and bucked against the hold Joel had on him. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled on the bed, but with his hands tied behind his back Joel had the advantage and kept him pinned down, slamming into his body in a fast-paced rhythm that soon had Benji’s cries turning into those of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck… Benj….” Joel groaned, his grip on Benji tightening until Benji saw stars, pressure building in the pit of his stomach, loud growls escaping him as Joel fucked him hard. He arched his hips back, meeting Joel’s thrusts, rubbing his diamond-hard cock against the bed. He could hear himself whimpering and moaning Joel’s name, felt Joel’s hand move from his neck to fist in his hair, could hear the pants and gasps that meant Joel was close to coming and then could feel Joel coming inside of him, the sounds and feelings triggering his own orgasm; he started spiralling down, loud whistling replacing Joel’s moans until he fell into the darkness.
He woke up a few minutes later, free of the gag and untied, lying on the bed, Joel next to him, trailing a finger down the side of his face.
“Hey,” Joel whispered, leaning in to kiss Benji, pulling him half on top of him.
“Hey yourself,” Benji replied, grinning shyly at Joel. “Thank you.”
Joel grinned back. “I’m guessing you liked that.”
Benji nodded. “Fuck, yeah!” He ran his finger over Joel’s bottom lip, whimpering and thrusting his hips as Joel sucked lightly on it. “I haven’t come that hard in…” he trailed off. “Fucking wow!”
Joel laughed, Benji’s finger falling from his mouth. “I wasn’t sure if I was too hard on your or…” he broke off, unsure of what he was saying, an uncharacteristic blush colouring his cheeks and he shrugged, kissing Benji lightly. “But next time, we watch the movie together!”
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, PWP, light BDSM
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Joel catches Benji jerking off to a kinky gay porn movie
Joel bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle any sound as he leaned on the back of the couch, watching Benji watching the TV. His twin hadn’t noticed he’d entered the room, so engrossed he was in the movie scenes playing out in front of him. And not just any movie either, as Joel had quickly realised come to realise. A blue movie. A kinky gay porn movie. Joel had raised an eyebrow, smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue, a comment that had never been vocalised as he’d realised just how much Benji was enjoying the movie. Instead, he’d folded his arms on the back of the couch, fires of desire burning in his stomach as he watched Benji.
Benji was lying on his back, stretched out along the length of the couch, head turned to the side to watch the action on the TV screen. His pants were around his ankles, t-shirt sweat-damp and clinging to his chest, nipples hard points poking through the material, the silver ring clearly outlined. One hand was pillowed behind his head, the other fisted around his cock, pumping himself rapidly, hand slick with pre-come. Every exhalation was a moan, his lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. Dragging his thumb roughly over the head of his aching erection, Benji thrust up desperately, growling low in his throat as he came.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, wiping his sticky hand off on his t-shirt then pressing pause on the DVD player. “Fuck,” he repeated, running his hands over his face, tongue toying with his lip ring and shaking his head. “Fuck, that was hot!”
“Yes, it was.” Joel agreed with a grin, vaulting over the couch to straddle Benji’s hips, one knee either side of him, hand sliding up under his t-shirt to play with his nipples. “Very fucking hot.” He dipped his head down, lips brushing teasingly over Benji’s before deepening the kiss, hands grasping, teeth clashing with the desperation of the kiss, the two men humping against each other, tongues battling for dominance. The kiss broke naturally; kiss-swollen lips parted as they gasped for breath, foreheads resting against each other’s, matching grins on their faces.
“You seem to have a problem, Joel,” Benji smirked, his hand sliding between them to massage Joel’s erection through the material of his pants.
Joel whimpered, thrusting into Benji’s touch, throwing his head back, eyes sliding closed in pleasure. “Benji….” He moaned, panting heavily, rocking hard against him. “Benji… oh fucking…. Fuck… Benji… please…” He moaned, locking his elbows to stop himself from collapsing down on top of Benji. “Benji… please… don’t… stop…. Please…. Benji stop please….” He groaned louder as Benji ignored his desperate pleas, hands slipping inside his pants, warm fingers feeling cold against his fevered skin. “Oh fuck Benji…I… Stop… Stop…. Stop…. Benjamin Levi Madden stop right now!”
Benji blinked, his hands falling to the side, forehead creasing into a frown as he stared into Joel’s eyes. “What?”
“You heard me,” Joel climbed off the couch, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at the confused look on Benji’s face, fighting the grin that he could feel tugging at his lips. “Get up.” He rolled his eyes when Benji neither climbed to his feet nor answered him. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned.
Benji opened his mouth to speak then shook his head, changing his mind. Without taking his eyes off Joel he slowly climbed from the couch. “Joel, what…”
Joel shook his head, pressing one finger over Benji’s lips, silencing him. “You do not speak unless you are spoken to and you will call me Sir. Do you understand?”
Benji moaned under his breath at the steely glint in Joel’s eye and the hard tone to his voice. It was making him think of the movie and, he realised as he cock started stirring again, he liked it. A lot. He nodded. “Yes.”
Joel laughed dryly, one hand shooting out to grab the top of Benji’s arm, spinning him around and laying a hard slap across his bare ass. “I said ‘do you understand?’”
“Y… Yes… S…. Sir.” Benji gasped out, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Good boy. Step out of your pants and get in the bedroom.” Benji nodded and kicked his pants off, walking across the front room and up the stairs, starting to blush at the feel of Joel’s eyes burning into his back.
As soon as Benji was out of sight, Joel broke into a wide grin, laughing under his breath. He’d always suspected Benji had a thing for kinky sex but didn’t know how to go about broaching the subject, but now that was something he didn’t have to worry about. He only had to worry about what was going to happen when he got upstairs, although from Benji’s reaction he was pretty sure he would come up with something…
Glancing into the mirror on the wall, he forced himself to stop grinning and follow Benji upstairs, a hungry look in his eye. Benji was sitting on the edge of their bed, waiting for him, an anxious expression on his face.
Without saying a word, Joel stalked across the room and pulled Benji to his feet, wrapping his arms around him to hold him close, lips devouring Benji’s eagerly, hands roaming across his back under his shirt.
“Joel…” Benji moaned when the kiss broke, yelping as Joel’s hand came down hard on his bare ass, one hand holding his upper arm tightly.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” Benji’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “No,” Joel continued. “I didn’t think I did. Turn around, take off your t-shirt and give it to me.” Benji nodded and handed Joel his t-shirt, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a wince at the sound of it being ripped. “Good boy,” Joel praised him. “Hands behind your back.” He grabbed Benji’s wrists and tied them loosely with half of the t-shirt. “There.” Spinning Benji around, Joel kissed him then ran his knuckles down the side of his face, before holding the rest of the ruined t-shirt to his lips. “Open up.” Benji closed his eyes and parted his lips, forcing himself not to tense as the material was pushed into his mouth and knotted behind his head, Joel’s mouth brushing over his cheek in a light kiss. Joel pulled Benji close against him, Benji’s back to his chest, lips grazing his neck, hands sliding across his chest to play with his nipples, teasing him until he was moaning, arching up into the touch and grinding his ass back against Joel’s erection.
Breathing heavily, Joel pushed Benji away, bending him over the end of the bed and kicking his legs apart. “Stay there,” he whispered in Benji’s ear.
Benji moaned softly as Joel walked away, biting down on the gag to keep himself quiet. He was breathing heavily through his nose, hands clenching and unclenching into fists his back as he fought to relax in his bonds. His cock was achingly hard again; throbbing between his belly and the bed, growing even harder at the rustling noise that indicated Joel was now naked. Familiar breathy gasps and the scent of the lube made him growl and he lifted his head to look over his shoulder. He met Joel’s eyes and a shiver ran through him, his cock growing harder than he thought possible at the untamed lust staring back at him. “Fuck,” he whimpered, jerking at the touch of Joel’s hand to the back of his neck, pushing him back down on the bed, kicking his legs further apart.
“I told you to stay where you were,” Joel growled, hand coming down hard again on Benji’s ass with every word before moving his hand to Benji’s hip, gripping tightly as he buried himself in his ass in one brutal stroke.
The gag did little to stifle Benji’s yell as he tensed and bucked against the hold Joel had on him. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled on the bed, but with his hands tied behind his back Joel had the advantage and kept him pinned down, slamming into his body in a fast-paced rhythm that soon had Benji’s cries turning into those of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck… Benj….” Joel groaned, his grip on Benji tightening until Benji saw stars, pressure building in the pit of his stomach, loud growls escaping him as Joel fucked him hard. He arched his hips back, meeting Joel’s thrusts, rubbing his diamond-hard cock against the bed. He could hear himself whimpering and moaning Joel’s name, felt Joel’s hand move from his neck to fist in his hair, could hear the pants and gasps that meant Joel was close to coming and then could feel Joel coming inside of him, the sounds and feelings triggering his own orgasm; he started spiralling down, loud whistling replacing Joel’s moans until he fell into the darkness.
He woke up a few minutes later, free of the gag and untied, lying on the bed, Joel next to him, trailing a finger down the side of his face.
“Hey,” Joel whispered, leaning in to kiss Benji, pulling him half on top of him.
“Hey yourself,” Benji replied, grinning shyly at Joel. “Thank you.”
Joel grinned back. “I’m guessing you liked that.”
Benji nodded. “Fuck, yeah!” He ran his finger over Joel’s bottom lip, whimpering and thrusting his hips as Joel sucked lightly on it. “I haven’t come that hard in…” he trailed off. “Fucking wow!”
Joel laughed, Benji’s finger falling from his mouth. “I wasn’t sure if I was too hard on your or…” he broke off, unsure of what he was saying, an uncharacteristic blush colouring his cheeks and he shrugged, kissing Benji lightly. “But next time, we watch the movie together!”