Fic: What You're Doing To Me
Title: What You’re Doing To Me
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, Voyeuris, PWP, First Time
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. Good Charlotte, for the song Hold On, for inspiring this fic
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: When Benji accidentally walks in on Joel masturbating, their relationship changes in a way they had both dreamed of, but never really believed could happen.
Benji sighed as he pushed open the door to the room he and Joel were sharing. He dropped his bag and coat to the floor, kicking them under the table as he reached for the light switch. He stopped before he flicked the switch though, a light frown creasing his forehead; what if Joel was asleep? His brother was always extremely grumpy if he was woken in the middle of the night. Shaking his head, Benji stepped away from the light switch and started to make his way across the room, thanking God that all hotel rooms had the same basic layout. He also knew that Joel would have left him the bed closest to the window.
A low guttural moan stopped him in his tracks, a moan that sounded like it had literally been ripped forcefully from Joel’s throat. Benji’s eyes widened and he blinked, freezing to the spot. He blinked again, eyes adjusting to the not as dark as it first seemed. He slowly turned to face Joel’s bed, swallowing heavily as his suspicions were confirmed: Joel was jerking off.
Swearing silently, Benji took a step backward, making his way back to the door. He had seen his twin in many states of undress, but lying on top of the sheets naked, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, face flushed red with pleasure, biting down on his lower lip in a valiant effort to stifle his moans as he touched himself, one hand playing with and pinching his tight brown nipples, the other between his legs, furiously working his cock, was definitely not one that Benji cared to see. He took another step backward, unable to tear his eyes from Joel’s toned and tattooed frame, watching as the muscles quivered with need, Joel’s hips starting to pump up into his fist.
Benji shook his head, turning his back on Joel and reaching the door in a couple of strides, the sound of Joel’s ragged breathing and soft whimpers echoing in his ears. He was not going to stand here and watch his twin jerking off and he was definitely not, despite the insistent hard-on he could feel growing in his pants, definitely not getting turned on by the scene either. What he was going to do was find Billy, cos Billy would be awake and playing on his Playstation.
He had his hand on the door and had started to open it when he heard Joel call his name. Tongue flickering out to wet his suddenly dry lips, Benji spun on the spot, eyes growing wider when he realised Joel didn’t know he was there, but was still… still… Benji’s lost his trail of thought and a moan died in his throat; Joel was… was what? Thinking about him when he was jerking off? Imagining the hands touching him were his? Wanting him?
“Benj… Fuck… Please… So close… need… uhh….” Joel’s whimpers and moans grew more and more desperate the closer he came to bringing himself off. Benji trembled with lust; sinking back into the shadows as he watched Joel, cock twitching as Joel came screaming his name.
Resting his head back against the wall, Benji drew in a shaky breath, rubbing his palm against the crotch of his pants. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle any sounds he would make and forced his hands to his sides, watching as Joel collapsed down on the bed, chest rising and fall rapidly, breath gasped from between parted lips. Long minutes passed, minutes during which there was nothing Benji could do but admire his twin’s body and the stretch of the muscles as Joel sat up slightly to reach for a box of tissues and clean himself up, throwing the dirty tissue across the room to land in the bin before laying back down again, hands folded behind his head, completely relaxed and naked and utterly unaware of Benji.
“Joel?” Benji couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud that his voice didn’t squeak as he stepped out from the shadows.
“B… Benji? Fuck!” Joel’s eyes grew wide and his face turned pale as he met his brother’s eyes. He tensed up, his breathing growing quicker and his mouth turning dry, “I…” He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, no sound coming from him as he sat up, reached for the sheets and wrapped them around his waist. “H… H… How long you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Benji admitted, moving to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Oh.” Joel swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the sheet. “Look, I… I can explain…”
Benji cut him off by grabbing the corner of the sheet and pulling hard, unwrapping it from around Joel and dropping it to the floor. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling between Joel’s still spread legs. “Explain?” Benji echoed, raising an eyebrow. “What can you explain, Joel? Why you called my name when you were jerking off? Why you won’t look at me?”
Clenching his teeth, his jaw hard, Joel sighed shakily and looked up, meeting Benji’s eyes. “I…”
“Maybe you can explain this,” Benji interrupted, grabbing one of Joel’s hands and placing it on his crotch, letting Joel feel his erection through the damp fabric of his pants. “Or this,” he dipped his head down, lips brushing over Joel’s in a soft kiss.
Joel moaned against Benji’s lips and deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing entry into his brother’s mouth. At the same time, he rolled them over so he was on top, straddling Benji’s hips, knees either side of his waist as he bent forward, hands cupping Benji’s face as he plundered his mouth with his tongue, exploring, tasting, feeling. He pulled back slightly, running his tongue along Benji’s bottom lip before sucking gently on his piercings. He sat back, breathing heavily, cock starting to stir again, and met Benji’s eyes, stunned to see his own desire mirrored there.
“Benji?”
“Joel.” Benji grinned and wrapped his arms around Joel, flipping them over so he was on top again.
“Wh…” Joel swallowed hard, tongue flickering out across his lips, moaning as Benji’s hands roamed over his chest, rolling his nipples between his fingers. “What…?”
Benji placed his finger across Joel’s lips and shook his head, replacing his fingers with his lips in a quick kiss, before pulling up and kneeling back. Locking eyes with Joel, Benji pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, hands moving to deftly unzip his pants and pulling both them and his boxers off, sending them the same way as his t-shirt. Fully naked, he blushed at the feel of Joel’s eyes roving over his body and the needy look on his face. A shiver of lust shook Benji as Joel’s fingers ran over the tattoo on the inside of his arm, tracing each letter of his name, then meeting Benji’s eyes again, a shy smile on his face.
“You…?”
Benji nodded and kissed Joel again, leaning forward, bracing himself with one hand either side of Joel’s head, his position keeping him in control of the kiss, not letting Joel deepen it, his brother’s whimpers sending sparks shooting down his spine. Breaking the kiss, Benji nuzzled his way down Joel’s neck, biting and sucking on the juncture with his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, then soothing it with his lips and tongue until Joel was writhing underneath him, babbling and begging Benji to fuck him.
Benji moaned at Joel’s words and looked up, meeting his eyes. “Is… Is that what you want?” He asked carefully, voice barely more than a whisper. Joel nodded and rolled his hips, letting Benji feel his erection. A wide grin spread across Benji’s face, his already diamond-hard cock growing even harder at the thought. He slid down to straddle Joel’s thighs, cupping his balls in his hands, giggling when Joel moaned and wriggled against him, moaning his name. Running one finger along the underside of Joel’s hard cock made him rock up into Benji’s hand, hands releasing their death grip on the sheet to curl around Benji’s shoulders. Still grinning, Benji sucked the very tip of Joel’s cock into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head.
Joel swore loudly, head falling back against the pillow, sweat-damp hair falling into face as he thrust up. His eyes slid closed and mewls of need escaped him, tremors wracking him. “B… Benji, please!” His voice broke into a sob as Benji pulled away.
Worrying his lip ring with his teeth, Benji willed Joel to open his eyes; gasping at the pure desperation he saw shining there. He opened his mouth but no words came out, grin spreading again at the identical one tugging at Joel’s lips.
“Have… Have you ever done… this before?” Benji asked Joel quietly.
Joel blushed bright red and avoided Benji’s gaze. “Yeah,” he whispered, nodding his head. “A couple times.”
Benji raised an eyebrow; since when did Joel go for guys? A knot grew in his stomach, one he recognised as jealousy and damped it down, swallowing heavily and forcing his thoughts back to the current issue. He could grill Joel later on his other lovers; right now they were not important. Nothing else was important other than him and Joel. He flushed lightly when he realised Joel had said something and was waiting for him to reply. “Uh… what?”
Joel’s blush deepened, the tips of his ears turning red as he repeated himself, voice so quiet Benji had to strain to hear it. “… In the second drawer.”
Benji shook his head; he couldn’t hear what Joel was saying. “What’s in the second drawer, Joel?” He asked softly, not wanting to embarrass his twin anymore.
“Lube.”
Benji nodded and leaned over Joel to pull the drawer open and reaching in for the lube. Placing it on the pillow, he cupped Joel’s face in his hands and rested his forehead on Joel’s. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Joel,” Benji promised. “Makes it so much better for you. But, I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna forget about anyone else who’s ever fucked you.”
Joel moaned and pulled Benji even closer, their lips meeting, Joel’s tongue sliding over Benji’s, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, teasing him with his lips and tongue, sucking lightly on Benji’s tongue until the two were grinding against each other, hips thrusting and rocking, moaning into each other’s mouth, fingers clutching desperately against sweaty skin.
“Do it Benj,” Joel begged, mumbling against Benji’s lips. “Fuck me!”
Benji growled and grabbed the lube from the pillow, fingers shaking as he damped down his on need enough to stop himself from ramming his cock into Joel and fucking him hard and fast. He quickly coated two of his fingers and, kissing Joel, slowly worked one of them into Joel’s body. A loud moan escaped him as Joel’s muscles clamped down on his finger, automatically trying to expel it. With patience he didn’t know he possessed, Benji slowly massaged the muscle until his finger slid in, pushing in and out until the resistance faded and Joel was writhing on the bed, sweat shining on his chest, eyes squeezed closed and fingers clenched in the sheets.
Joel whimpered when Benji pulled his finger out out, the whimper turning to a moan when Benji slid two fingers in, met with hardly any resistance. “Benji, please,” Joel begged, every breath a desperate moan, his hips rocking to meet Benji’s thrusts. “Need you… In me…”
Benji shook his head. “Not yet,” he disagreed, voice ragged. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Won’t,” Joel insisted. “Not some blushing fucking virgin, Benj, just fucking fuck me!” Joel’s pleas became a wail and he arched off the bed when Benji twisted his wrist. “Benji!” He howled his twins name in a mantra, every repetition growing higher-pitched and more desperate as Benji pumped his fingers in and out, every so often brushing over Joel’s prostate again.
Satisfied that Joel was ready, Benji pulled his fingers out, Joel’s wailed protests sending shivers down his spine as he reached for the lube again, unable to stop himself thrusting into his hand as he coated his cock. “Ready?” he asked Joel, grinning at the barely coherent reply. Leaning forward, Benji’s lips met Joel’s as he guided his cock into his ass, both of them groaning loudly into the other’s mouth at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Joel…” Benji leaned forward, one hand bracing himself on the bed by Joel’s head, the other on Joel’s hip. “So fucking tight.” His voice caught in his throat as he fought to keep still, waiting for Joel to move, not willing to hurt him for his own pleasure.
“Benj…” Joel moaned, gripping his shoulders, mouth moving to his shoulder, licking, sucking and biting as he thrust against him, encouraging Benji to move, to fuck him, needing to feel him. “Please...”
Benji growled, his lips catching Joel’s, tongue forcing entry and fucking his mouth as he started fucking his body, one hand snaking between them to pump Joel’s cock in the same rhythm, sending Joel spiralling so close to the edge, white stars starting to dance in front his eyes, electricity crackling along his veins.
“Benji, please… need… fuck… More! Harder! Please...”
Benji nodded, knowing what Joel wanted, what Joel needed and angled his thrusts so his cock slammed against Joel’s prostate.
Joel howled, fingers tightening on Benji’s shoulder, short nails digging into the skin hard enough to draw blood. “Benji! Oh fuck, gonna… gonna…” He broke off into a scream; Benji’s name ripped from his throat as his orgasm shot through him, coating Benji’s fingers and chest.
The sight and sound of Joel coming was enough to send Benji over the edge, grunting as his thrusts grew harder and more erratic, head thrown back, eyes closed as he came, pumping quickly into Joel’s body, collapsing down on top of him, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Joel sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Benji, eyes sliding closed as Benji returned the embrace, head resting on his shoulder. They lay there in silence, holding each other tightly as they calmed down, breathing slowly returning to normal.
Benji lifted his head and ran his finger down Joel’s face, grinning when Joel scrunched his nose up. “You OK?”
Joel nodded. “Yeah,” he returned Benji’s grin, kissing him lightly on the lips. “You?”
“Couldn’t be better,” Benji admitted. “Should probably clean up though.”
Joel pulled a face but nodded again, shifting out from under Benji slightly to grab the box of tissues from the cupboard. Benji pulled a handful from the box and quickly cleaned both himself and Joel up, dropping the dirty tissues to the floor and turning the light off as he curled around Joel again, kissing him softly before drifting into a light sleep, Joel following close behind him
~El Fin~
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, Voyeuris, PWP, First Time
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. Good Charlotte, for the song Hold On, for inspiring this fic
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: When Benji accidentally walks in on Joel masturbating, their relationship changes in a way they had both dreamed of, but never really believed could happen.
Benji sighed as he pushed open the door to the room he and Joel were sharing. He dropped his bag and coat to the floor, kicking them under the table as he reached for the light switch. He stopped before he flicked the switch though, a light frown creasing his forehead; what if Joel was asleep? His brother was always extremely grumpy if he was woken in the middle of the night. Shaking his head, Benji stepped away from the light switch and started to make his way across the room, thanking God that all hotel rooms had the same basic layout. He also knew that Joel would have left him the bed closest to the window.
A low guttural moan stopped him in his tracks, a moan that sounded like it had literally been ripped forcefully from Joel’s throat. Benji’s eyes widened and he blinked, freezing to the spot. He blinked again, eyes adjusting to the not as dark as it first seemed. He slowly turned to face Joel’s bed, swallowing heavily as his suspicions were confirmed: Joel was jerking off.
Swearing silently, Benji took a step backward, making his way back to the door. He had seen his twin in many states of undress, but lying on top of the sheets naked, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, face flushed red with pleasure, biting down on his lower lip in a valiant effort to stifle his moans as he touched himself, one hand playing with and pinching his tight brown nipples, the other between his legs, furiously working his cock, was definitely not one that Benji cared to see. He took another step backward, unable to tear his eyes from Joel’s toned and tattooed frame, watching as the muscles quivered with need, Joel’s hips starting to pump up into his fist.
Benji shook his head, turning his back on Joel and reaching the door in a couple of strides, the sound of Joel’s ragged breathing and soft whimpers echoing in his ears. He was not going to stand here and watch his twin jerking off and he was definitely not, despite the insistent hard-on he could feel growing in his pants, definitely not getting turned on by the scene either. What he was going to do was find Billy, cos Billy would be awake and playing on his Playstation.
He had his hand on the door and had started to open it when he heard Joel call his name. Tongue flickering out to wet his suddenly dry lips, Benji spun on the spot, eyes growing wider when he realised Joel didn’t know he was there, but was still… still… Benji’s lost his trail of thought and a moan died in his throat; Joel was… was what? Thinking about him when he was jerking off? Imagining the hands touching him were his? Wanting him?
“Benj… Fuck… Please… So close… need… uhh….” Joel’s whimpers and moans grew more and more desperate the closer he came to bringing himself off. Benji trembled with lust; sinking back into the shadows as he watched Joel, cock twitching as Joel came screaming his name.
Resting his head back against the wall, Benji drew in a shaky breath, rubbing his palm against the crotch of his pants. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle any sounds he would make and forced his hands to his sides, watching as Joel collapsed down on the bed, chest rising and fall rapidly, breath gasped from between parted lips. Long minutes passed, minutes during which there was nothing Benji could do but admire his twin’s body and the stretch of the muscles as Joel sat up slightly to reach for a box of tissues and clean himself up, throwing the dirty tissue across the room to land in the bin before laying back down again, hands folded behind his head, completely relaxed and naked and utterly unaware of Benji.
“Joel?” Benji couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud that his voice didn’t squeak as he stepped out from the shadows.
“B… Benji? Fuck!” Joel’s eyes grew wide and his face turned pale as he met his brother’s eyes. He tensed up, his breathing growing quicker and his mouth turning dry, “I…” He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, no sound coming from him as he sat up, reached for the sheets and wrapped them around his waist. “H… H… How long you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Benji admitted, moving to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Oh.” Joel swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the sheet. “Look, I… I can explain…”
Benji cut him off by grabbing the corner of the sheet and pulling hard, unwrapping it from around Joel and dropping it to the floor. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling between Joel’s still spread legs. “Explain?” Benji echoed, raising an eyebrow. “What can you explain, Joel? Why you called my name when you were jerking off? Why you won’t look at me?”
Clenching his teeth, his jaw hard, Joel sighed shakily and looked up, meeting Benji’s eyes. “I…”
“Maybe you can explain this,” Benji interrupted, grabbing one of Joel’s hands and placing it on his crotch, letting Joel feel his erection through the damp fabric of his pants. “Or this,” he dipped his head down, lips brushing over Joel’s in a soft kiss.
Joel moaned against Benji’s lips and deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing entry into his brother’s mouth. At the same time, he rolled them over so he was on top, straddling Benji’s hips, knees either side of his waist as he bent forward, hands cupping Benji’s face as he plundered his mouth with his tongue, exploring, tasting, feeling. He pulled back slightly, running his tongue along Benji’s bottom lip before sucking gently on his piercings. He sat back, breathing heavily, cock starting to stir again, and met Benji’s eyes, stunned to see his own desire mirrored there.
“Benji?”
“Joel.” Benji grinned and wrapped his arms around Joel, flipping them over so he was on top again.
“Wh…” Joel swallowed hard, tongue flickering out across his lips, moaning as Benji’s hands roamed over his chest, rolling his nipples between his fingers. “What…?”
Benji placed his finger across Joel’s lips and shook his head, replacing his fingers with his lips in a quick kiss, before pulling up and kneeling back. Locking eyes with Joel, Benji pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, hands moving to deftly unzip his pants and pulling both them and his boxers off, sending them the same way as his t-shirt. Fully naked, he blushed at the feel of Joel’s eyes roving over his body and the needy look on his face. A shiver of lust shook Benji as Joel’s fingers ran over the tattoo on the inside of his arm, tracing each letter of his name, then meeting Benji’s eyes again, a shy smile on his face.
“You…?”
Benji nodded and kissed Joel again, leaning forward, bracing himself with one hand either side of Joel’s head, his position keeping him in control of the kiss, not letting Joel deepen it, his brother’s whimpers sending sparks shooting down his spine. Breaking the kiss, Benji nuzzled his way down Joel’s neck, biting and sucking on the juncture with his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, then soothing it with his lips and tongue until Joel was writhing underneath him, babbling and begging Benji to fuck him.
Benji moaned at Joel’s words and looked up, meeting his eyes. “Is… Is that what you want?” He asked carefully, voice barely more than a whisper. Joel nodded and rolled his hips, letting Benji feel his erection. A wide grin spread across Benji’s face, his already diamond-hard cock growing even harder at the thought. He slid down to straddle Joel’s thighs, cupping his balls in his hands, giggling when Joel moaned and wriggled against him, moaning his name. Running one finger along the underside of Joel’s hard cock made him rock up into Benji’s hand, hands releasing their death grip on the sheet to curl around Benji’s shoulders. Still grinning, Benji sucked the very tip of Joel’s cock into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head.
Joel swore loudly, head falling back against the pillow, sweat-damp hair falling into face as he thrust up. His eyes slid closed and mewls of need escaped him, tremors wracking him. “B… Benji, please!” His voice broke into a sob as Benji pulled away.
Worrying his lip ring with his teeth, Benji willed Joel to open his eyes; gasping at the pure desperation he saw shining there. He opened his mouth but no words came out, grin spreading again at the identical one tugging at Joel’s lips.
“Have… Have you ever done… this before?” Benji asked Joel quietly.
Joel blushed bright red and avoided Benji’s gaze. “Yeah,” he whispered, nodding his head. “A couple times.”
Benji raised an eyebrow; since when did Joel go for guys? A knot grew in his stomach, one he recognised as jealousy and damped it down, swallowing heavily and forcing his thoughts back to the current issue. He could grill Joel later on his other lovers; right now they were not important. Nothing else was important other than him and Joel. He flushed lightly when he realised Joel had said something and was waiting for him to reply. “Uh… what?”
Joel’s blush deepened, the tips of his ears turning red as he repeated himself, voice so quiet Benji had to strain to hear it. “… In the second drawer.”
Benji shook his head; he couldn’t hear what Joel was saying. “What’s in the second drawer, Joel?” He asked softly, not wanting to embarrass his twin anymore.
“Lube.”
Benji nodded and leaned over Joel to pull the drawer open and reaching in for the lube. Placing it on the pillow, he cupped Joel’s face in his hands and rested his forehead on Joel’s. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Joel,” Benji promised. “Makes it so much better for you. But, I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna forget about anyone else who’s ever fucked you.”
Joel moaned and pulled Benji even closer, their lips meeting, Joel’s tongue sliding over Benji’s, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, teasing him with his lips and tongue, sucking lightly on Benji’s tongue until the two were grinding against each other, hips thrusting and rocking, moaning into each other’s mouth, fingers clutching desperately against sweaty skin.
“Do it Benj,” Joel begged, mumbling against Benji’s lips. “Fuck me!”
Benji growled and grabbed the lube from the pillow, fingers shaking as he damped down his on need enough to stop himself from ramming his cock into Joel and fucking him hard and fast. He quickly coated two of his fingers and, kissing Joel, slowly worked one of them into Joel’s body. A loud moan escaped him as Joel’s muscles clamped down on his finger, automatically trying to expel it. With patience he didn’t know he possessed, Benji slowly massaged the muscle until his finger slid in, pushing in and out until the resistance faded and Joel was writhing on the bed, sweat shining on his chest, eyes squeezed closed and fingers clenched in the sheets.
Joel whimpered when Benji pulled his finger out out, the whimper turning to a moan when Benji slid two fingers in, met with hardly any resistance. “Benji, please,” Joel begged, every breath a desperate moan, his hips rocking to meet Benji’s thrusts. “Need you… In me…”
Benji shook his head. “Not yet,” he disagreed, voice ragged. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Won’t,” Joel insisted. “Not some blushing fucking virgin, Benj, just fucking fuck me!” Joel’s pleas became a wail and he arched off the bed when Benji twisted his wrist. “Benji!” He howled his twins name in a mantra, every repetition growing higher-pitched and more desperate as Benji pumped his fingers in and out, every so often brushing over Joel’s prostate again.
Satisfied that Joel was ready, Benji pulled his fingers out, Joel’s wailed protests sending shivers down his spine as he reached for the lube again, unable to stop himself thrusting into his hand as he coated his cock. “Ready?” he asked Joel, grinning at the barely coherent reply. Leaning forward, Benji’s lips met Joel’s as he guided his cock into his ass, both of them groaning loudly into the other’s mouth at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Joel…” Benji leaned forward, one hand bracing himself on the bed by Joel’s head, the other on Joel’s hip. “So fucking tight.” His voice caught in his throat as he fought to keep still, waiting for Joel to move, not willing to hurt him for his own pleasure.
“Benj…” Joel moaned, gripping his shoulders, mouth moving to his shoulder, licking, sucking and biting as he thrust against him, encouraging Benji to move, to fuck him, needing to feel him. “Please...”
Benji growled, his lips catching Joel’s, tongue forcing entry and fucking his mouth as he started fucking his body, one hand snaking between them to pump Joel’s cock in the same rhythm, sending Joel spiralling so close to the edge, white stars starting to dance in front his eyes, electricity crackling along his veins.
“Benji, please… need… fuck… More! Harder! Please...”
Benji nodded, knowing what Joel wanted, what Joel needed and angled his thrusts so his cock slammed against Joel’s prostate.
Joel howled, fingers tightening on Benji’s shoulder, short nails digging into the skin hard enough to draw blood. “Benji! Oh fuck, gonna… gonna…” He broke off into a scream; Benji’s name ripped from his throat as his orgasm shot through him, coating Benji’s fingers and chest.
The sight and sound of Joel coming was enough to send Benji over the edge, grunting as his thrusts grew harder and more erratic, head thrown back, eyes closed as he came, pumping quickly into Joel’s body, collapsing down on top of him, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Joel sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Benji, eyes sliding closed as Benji returned the embrace, head resting on his shoulder. They lay there in silence, holding each other tightly as they calmed down, breathing slowly returning to normal.
Benji lifted his head and ran his finger down Joel’s face, grinning when Joel scrunched his nose up. “You OK?”
Joel nodded. “Yeah,” he returned Benji’s grin, kissing him lightly on the lips. “You?”
“Couldn’t be better,” Benji admitted. “Should probably clean up though.”
Joel pulled a face but nodded again, shifting out from under Benji slightly to grab the box of tissues from the cupboard. Benji pulled a handful from the box and quickly cleaned both himself and Joel up, dropping the dirty tissues to the floor and turning the light off as he curled around Joel again, kissing him softly before drifting into a light sleep, Joel following close behind him
~El Fin~