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Title: Scene Change - Party
Rating: NC 17? (not sex, but sexual :D )
Summary: Drunk Benji & Joel. Shit happens, and not just the hook-up kind.
Dislcaimer: This didn't happen.
Note: For any RANCID fans (I saw them last night.....AMAZING)
Prologue: Benji, Prologue: Joel, No Lies, Just Love , Failed Attempts, Joel is Gay & Benji Gets A Job, That Fucker Kissed Me - Part 1 , That Fucker Kissed Me - Part 2 , (Stab Wound Healer - Part 1) , Stab Wound Healer - Part 2 , Trypanophobia, Reveal Your Secret
EXCLAIMER: Just in case you all think i was on acid when I wrote this, Benji & Joel are DRUNK. That is why the thought processes are messed up so oddly . Because i wrote this in first person I didnt want to have solely smashed thoughts though, I wanted to use structured descriptions too.
“BEN-JIIIIIIIIIII!”
Joel spills some of his beer as he falls into my body. I catch him and steady him onto his feet.
“Heyyy Joel,” I smile.
Wowwww. These kids really know how to have a good time.
We’re all in Erik’s basement, which is basically like a little apartment inside a house type thing? I dunno. There’s good, chill music emitting from his speakers Chet and our host are arguing over which movie to watch.
We’ve all had at least 5 Corona’s, and the two 40 ounces and some Southern Comfort that had been ‘lost’.
I’m starting to feel it bad.
Joel on the other hand…well, he felt it an hour ago.
I listen in on the conversation Eik & Chet are having about choosing a film.
“Man! We gotta smoke some trees and then watch Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure! It’s so-ooo trippy! Like when they go back in time and see themselves: Insaneeee!”
“Come on man, let’s watch Titanic when were baked! It’s a-bout weed remember?”
“Nah, nah, no it’s not! It’s a love story, dumbass! What the hell you talkin’ about?”
“Well cl-learly, the dude who made the Titanic’s plans was smoking something”.
"Ha ha ha ha!" I start to giggle. They are so hilarious!! Joel joins me in laughing, although I don’t know if he knows what he’s laughing at ….
Suddenly, he snorts, and for some reason it’s the most amusing thing I’ve ever heard. Ha ha ha….I’m doubling over: I can’t stop. He’s so fuckin’ cute.
I guess I’m more fucked than I thought…
Usually I can think relatively clearly when I’m drunk, but I’m starting to feel hazy…..
Right now I really want to go urinate on something…
“Guys, I wanna go pee on something.” I admit out loud. They all look at me funny then start giggling hysterically.
I see Andre standing near me, looking trashed, but unimpressed.
“You hombres coming or wha-atttt?” He asks impatiently.
Chet & Erik agree enthusiastically, and get up off the floor, wobbling.
“Joel?” Andre questions him. Joel stops laughing like a hyena and looks at him.
“Whattttttt Andre-a?” He chuckles at his own joke.
He rolls his eyes. “Are. you. coming. to. smoooooooooooooke?’
Joel swings his head to me, back to Andre, and then to me again.
Continually shaking his head he says. “No. Noppity nope nope nope! I wanna stay with Benji-bear!!! B-bear, you aren’t going to smoke are you? I don’t really like doing it, it makes my mind all stupid.”
I shake my own head, grinning at my new nickname. He is so gone.
“Nahhh, I’ll stay here with you Joel!... if you want. We can make an ice cream sundaes and play spin the tail on the donkey…..” What the fuck am I saying?
“YAYYYY!” He flings his arms around me in a huge hug. “But it’s p-pin! Pin the tail on the donkey…”
Andre rolls his eyes a second time then leaves with the others. Why does he have such a huge stick up his assss…?!
After they’re gone, we just stand there for a few minutes in an inebriated daze.
Suddenly, Joel grabs my hand.
“Come on BB, I wanna sh-show you something!”
Both of us are stumbling as he pulls us into a dark room. Then he pushes me onto something soft.
“Joel? What are you doooiiinnnng?” I whine. My head is starting to hurt.
However, the pounding in my head disappears as I feel Joel crawl on top of me: and start to encase my lips with his, grabbing my hair with his hands.
I like romantic, soft kisses as much as the next person, but sometimes you need dirty, totally greedy, uncouth make-out sessions. Especially since Joel is sooooo sexxxxyyy…..
“Benn-jii bear!” Joel says in between kisses, “You’re soooo hot! We’re all alone. I want to touch you places…” I loooove this boyyyy
All this alcohol is rushing to my head, but I don’t care. Joel is sexy and that’s all that matters right now.
Before I can think, I’m flipping him onto his back and pulling off his shirt.
I start sucking on his shoulder, and he groans. He moves his hands to my shoulders and starts to massage them. I love this boy.
“Fuckkk, Joel. You know what that - that stuff, does to me.”
“Mm hm hmm, I know.”
He sneakily keeps massaging one shoulder, and moves his right hand down to my ass: and grabs it. I jolt from the movement, causing me to bite down on his shoulder.
Joel yelps and then giggles. (He has got the cuuutest giggle!)
Aroused even more, I start to suck on his neck now, and tease his nipples with one of my hands. He shivers in delight - at least I hope from delight…
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Mmm, Benji. He’s sooooo fuckin’ hot.
He he he he, he’s touching my nipples.
Oh God, I’m reaaaallllly, really drunk. I can never control myself when I get all intoxicated…
Wait a sec - I wanna see his nipples!
It’s really hard to grab this fabriccc. Okay, I got it. I pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.
He smiles all drunkenly at me, and I giggle. I’m giggling alotttt. Maybe I should stop.
I start to feel his whole torso. His nice chest and, mmm his abs!
I push him away from me for a second, and I swirl my tongue around inside his belly-button.
I don’t know why, I just want to.
He really likes it too, cause he makes this groaning sound? And it turns me on.
He pushes me down rough and starts to make-out with me again. I grab his butt again, with two hands this time, just cause it’s so nice and firm.
He stops kissing my mouth, and starts sucking on my nipples. Mmmm.
I make a big groaning sound.
Then he moves his hand down to my, he he, penis! I give a little wail of delight when his fingers come into contact and he moans. He starts stroking me, and I buckle under the soft feel. I looove Benji…
…Well this isn’t fair! I wanna rub him there too! But he’s wearing these stupid zippery pants that have all these straps in the way. I move my hands to the front of him and unbutton them, pulling them eagerly off his legs. He kicks them off his feet.
My nips are starting to get sore, so I pull his head back to my level, and I bite at his neck. He moves his other hand to my crotch area, and is fiddling with the waistband of my jeans. He rubs his thumbs up and down my hip bone, and I quiver.
“B-b-benjiiii, just take them off already.” I plead, detaching my lips from his neck.
“Mmm No. I like teasing you, my little fruitcake.” Fruitcake? I start to splutter laughter.
“Benji Bear! You’re sooooo drunnnnk. Like meee!!!”
He starts to chuckle into my lips, as he sweetly kisses them.
“No! Don’t laugh, just, just, UNBUTTON MY PANTS!”
“Sh, sh, shhh. Jooooel, calm down. If the other people, who are they again? If they come back, we’ll have to stop.”
I pout.
But then, Benji is kneeling on either sides of my legs. I feel my zip being pulled, and cold air reaching my thighs. He took them off! Finally.
I trail my hands all the way up his legs, dangerously near his cock.
Then I leave them there, and stare into his nice browny green eyes.
I feel him go stiff. It’s my turn to torment him. I’m such a genius!
I graze his private area, ever-so-gently, and he makes little grunting noises.
“He he he he, the expression on your face Benji-bear is just so- Ahh!!!”
He rammed me against the mattress! At least I think this is a mattress…
Then I feel the wonderful sensation of Benji grinding against me: our sweaty bodies rubbing together. Just thin material of boxers lay between total skin on skin contact. He locks lips with me again, and we’re getting sooo into it. Into each other.
I’ve never done something like this before, I;ve never even had a boyfriend! But…I’m just doing what I think feels right to me and its working out fine- it’s working out fantastic!
I hear a soft whimper in my ear: “Joel….be my boyfriend please.”
So fantasticccccc….!!
Suddenly I’m blind: I can’t see a thing. Someone turned the light on.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Caught in the act. Oh no!
Erik is standing there, looking totally blazed and out of it, but at the same time surprised.
“Fornication. In my room. Whyyyyyyy?...” Oh, we are on a bed.
“What…what’s going on? What the hell, man……” Now Chet is looking at us too.
I just grin like an idiot at them. “No no no! We didn’t have seeeex, ha ha ha! We’ve only been going out since, like, 3 days ago! I’m not a slll-uuttt! Me and Benji-bear we’re just having some funnn. Leave us alone! It’s not like you guys never do it with giirrrrllllss.”
I'm slurring something fierce.
Benji snuggles into my chest. “Yeah guys! We just - we just reallllly like each other, I think.” He looks at me for conformation. As if he needs it!!
“Yeah! Totally.” I say, patting his back.
“But mannnn, it’s my room! And my room is, my fuckin...my fortress or whatever.” Erik whines.
“Man, I’m starving. Can we get some food? Can we go to KFC now? What time is it? Just leave them aloneeeeee, we can put them in the garbage later….” Chet’s so funny. I love him!
“KFC!!! Fried chicken. Okay, fine.” He’s looking at us now. “Guys just, pleassseee, please don’t cum on my sheets. It’s gonna be grossss to clean up… Holy shit did you hear that? Colonel Sanders!”
“What?! Let’s go find him! I want some popcorn chicken!” They both run out of the room.
“Pshhh, What the hell was that?” Benji asks quietly, giggling like a little girl.
“I dunno! They get all- whats the word for it? - retarded when they smoke.”
Benji wraps his arms around my neck : I put mine around his back. He kisses me once and then rests his head on me again.
“Sooo - will you?” he whispers.
“Will I what, B-bear?”
“Be my - boyfriend…?” Oh yeah.
I open my mouth to reply, but I pause. Will I? This is all going very fast…
“J-Joel?” He looks into my eyes. “You can - say no, you know. If you’re not ready.”
I don’t think I want to say ‘I’m not ready’. I don’t think I can. Because I do want this. I’ve been through too much for this.
“Benji, no. I don’t want to say no. I’m saying yes. I know I’m still drunnnnk, but I - I know that I like you. And I don’t know how ready I am right now - But I know I want to.”
Benji exhales and relaxes his face into my neck After a few silently peaceful minutes, he steadys his breathing.
“Are we sleeping now, Benji-bear?” I ask. He chuckles into my chest. “What are you laughing at??”
“Benji-bear. It’s so…so, something only an extremely cute drunken person would come up with. I love it.” I blush. He looks up at me, and pecks me again.
“You know, I like it when you kiss me like that…” I say a little self-consciously.
“Meee too.” I smile and kiss his forehead.
“So, we’re sleeping…?”
“Yeahhh,” he yawns. “I’ve had enough for tonight.”
I look at the light bulb still bursting with - yellowness? It’s too bright in here.
I extend my leg out to get up. “Okay, well lemme just go turn the-” But Benji just pushes me down and smiles.
“I’ll do it. I was on top.” He’s so greaaaat.
I watch him and his super hotness walk over and flick off the switch.
“You have a nice ass.” I note. WHAT? Did I just say that out loud!?
“Ha ha ha, well thanks. Yours isn’t too bad yourself.” He walks towards me and winks.
The he grabs the comforter which somehow got off of the bed, and spreads it over top of us, as he lays down on me once more.
“Night Joellll.”
“Night B-bear”
I hear the sound of muffled laughter one more time, and then he relaxes into me. After a few minutes I hear soft, regular breathing: he’s asleep already? He’s adorable.
I’m so happy right now I could yell! Benji’s so sweet, even if we are really drunnnk. If this is any indication of how our relationship will continue, then I’m for it all the way!
I smile as I close my eyes: completely and utterly content.
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Groan. My heeeaaaddd.
It suddenly got really luminated in here…
What the hell…Who’s shaking me?
“Stoppp.” Please desist. But they don’t. “Can you cut it out please?”
“Get up!” a voice snarls. A very familiar one…
I open my eyes, but have to squint from the brightness. Andre.
Oh shit.
Vague memories from last night are flooding back to memory. Drinking a whole lot of booze. Listening to awesome music. Joel taking me into someboy’s room….Joel & I getting really horny - and - Omigod! We didn’t have sex did we? NO! Erik & Chet walked in on us….or something like that.
I finally realize the potential for ass-kicking in the situation I’m in. I’m covering Joel, who’s still dead to the world: and I’m in my boxers. He is too. I notice Andre’s death glare on my neck and on Joel’s. Huge hickeys. Then I notice all our clothes scattered randomly on the floor.
It looks bad.
I slowly get to my knees off of Joel. I make my hands to the ‘calm down’ gesture as I try to calmly talk to Andre.: “Okay. This doesn’t look too great, but I can explain. Last night there was way to much consumption and-”
He yanks my arm and pulls me into a standing position, hard. I gulp when his expression angers even further as he drags me out of the bedroom. I look at the clock on the wall: it’s only 7:20!
“Who. The. Hell. Do you think you are?” He asks.
“Uhh…..Benji?” I attempt to make him laugh. WRONG idea.
“That is not funny!” He growls. “This is serious. I will not have you taking advantage of my best friend like that ever. Do you hear me?!” What!?
“I did NOT take advantage of Joel!” I practically scream. “He took me into that room! It wasn’t forceful of any kind. We both were consensual. ”
“Oh yeah? Well I know Joel, and he wouldn’t go gallivanting into some room with an hombre he just met 3 days ago, that used to be a dick to him.”
“Well, maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.” I retort.
I cross my arms, and try not to think of how humiliated I am to be standing out here in my underwear. I feel very exposed, and I’m most definitely not comfortable.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Well you know something cabron? I do not like you. I do not trust you. Therefore, I don’t believe you. And until that changes, I don’t want you around me or my friends. You got that??”
Now I’m getting ticked. “You think you can just tell me what to do? You think just because you dislike me, that’s going to scare me into straying away from Joel or your buddies? Well, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m not going anywhere. Now, I’m a reasonable guy. I’ll give you a second chance if you just leave me alone until a decent hour.”
I turn my back to him to enter the room, but I feel a hand on my shoulder. The next thing I know, I’m slammed against the wall, Andre nearly breathing down my neck.
“I told you. You aren’t hanging around here Benji.’ He lets go of his iron grip and walks into the bedroom, coming out seconds later with my pants and shirt.
“Here - get dressed and leave.” He shoves my stuff into my arms and stares me down.
“Fine.” I whisper, defeated. Fuck him, fuck him, FUCK HIM.
Embarrassed, I dress right in front of him.
I sigh. “How am I supposed to get home?”
He rolls his eyes and puts his hand in his pocket. He chucks some change at me.
“Here. The bus comes in about 15 minutes. You got paid for your ‘services’, now go.”
I clench my fists, really wanting to deck him. But I won’t - for Joel’s sake. Although I don’t know where he found such a piece of work…
I step outside Erik’s house and see a bus stop across the street. I get over to it, and seethe.
All I wanted to do today was spend it with some good company. Now I get to go spend it alone in my crappy apartment. I hope he’s fucking happy.
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“Hmmmmmm.” I stretch out my arms, legs and feet.
Mmm, Bliss. I remember everything from last night. I usually do.
Sometimes I regret that, actually…but not this time! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!!
He is such a great kisser, god. And the way he just sucked on my - Wait
Where is he?
Where is Benji?
I look around the room - he’s not on the bed and his clothes are gone.
Well, he could’ve just gotten up. Yeah, that’s it.
But as I get up and put on my shirt, I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. As I get into the rest of the basement, I smell bacon. I follow the smell up to the kitchen.
My heart sinks as I see Chet Andre & Erik, but no Benji.
“Hey Joel! You sleep well, my man?” Chet asks.
“Yeah, I did…you seen Benji anywhere?”
Andre looks up from the table with eyebrows raised. Erik and Chet look at me sympathetically.
“What? Why are you looking at me that way?”
“Man uh, he wasn’t here when we got up. We don’t know where he is.” Erik breaks the news.
“Oh.” I look down at the floor.
Where could he have gone? Erik’s house is far away from his… Why would he leave without saying goodbye? Why would he disappear without thanking Erik or or…It’s just so rude!
“Aw, Joel. Don’t look so sad! I’m sure he has a valid reason. You know we think he’s a cool guy.” Chet tries to comfort me.
“Maybe, but. I thought we were going to spend today together is all. And like, he didn’t even wake me or leave a note or anything to say he had to be somewhere. It’s just kind of…disrespectful.” Nobody says anything: because it’s true.
Andre rises and walks over to me, then puts a hand on my shoulder, patting it.
“Well, it’s not like you really know him Joel. Maybe he has a legitimate reason for leaving, maybe he doesn’t. But you know, it’s only been a few days…”
“He asked me to be his boyfriend last night.”
His hand flicks off of my shoulder like a whip.
“What?” Erik and Chet ask.
“I said yes.”
“WHAT,” Andre shouts - almost angrily.
“Dude that’s - great,” Chet says trying to be optimistic.
“It is not great!” Andre says. What the fuck is with him???
“Why not man?...” Eric asks cautiously. “They look so happy together and I’ve only seen them together for one day.”
“Yeah, that’s because he’s using Joel! Can’t you see this? It’s all an act - rush everything up and pretend to be totally into him for sex! You probably wouldn’t have stopped fucking around unless Chet & Erik came in and stopped you last night.”
I gape at him, totally shaken. I open my mouth to protest but he stops me.
“Don’t start with me hombre! I know what happened, and you know it’s true.”
“What the hell Andre! Why are you being so - so - such a dick?! You always support my decisions, even when nobody else does! Fuck, Benji came out for me! Not many people would do that! So, Stop!”
“What are you doing?” he almost whispers. “You just met this kid properly, and you’ve already done more things in your relationship that most do in like, 3 months! I don’t trust this one Joel. I don’t. He’s unhealthy for somebody like you.”
I can’t process anything. I can’t believe Andre - I don’t -
“Just - just. Stop judging him! Just - fuck I like him so goddamn much! I know it’s been like 3 days but just - Ahhhh!”
I storm off into the living room - upset and confused. I fall on the sofa to try and clearly think. I have a battle going on between logic and emotion.
On the one hand my heart is telling me that Benji does care about me. He kissed me first, and he came out of the closet for me. And last night - it was so amazing. But my logic, and Andre’s words, sear in my mind. Because, it is plausible. Fuck.
What is going on???
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Poor Joel. Poor Benji..