Band: Good Charlotte
Pairing: Benji/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Dated: August 31, 2003
Summary: Uh oh, Benji you shouldn’t have said that. Now you’ve
upset the Billeh, no ass for you tonight!
disclaimer: Graphic male/male sex. Not Real. Never Happened.
PURE SMUTTY FICTION!
This was spawned from many late night conversations and Instant Messenger porn- yes, we are some sick looneys… I even had to spend hours upon hours watching gay porn and reading on onlinesextoyshops about vibrators and the ways men like to use them *evil smile*
Dedication: To Kate- on her birfday. Happy Birthday! *kisses and b-day spanks*
WARNING: THIS FIC IS ENTIRELY SMUT. IT INVOLVES TWO BOYS AND THEIR BATTERY OPERATED FRIEND- DON’T READ IF THAT’S NOT YOUR THING!!! THIS WON’T BE FOR EVERYONE! There’s your warning : ) I am not responsible for stupidity- no this isn’t real people.
Anger Management
The few people around us fall silent, the smile on my face fading as his cold blue eyes glare at me. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. He shifts his weight on his feet and shakes his head looking down quickly, his hands rising to rest on his hips. He tilts his head to the side and shakes it one more time, shooting me a glance disappointedly before turning and walking off into the house.
I follow him with my eyes and sigh as the screen door slams behind him, not making much of a scene amongst the people standing throughout the yard. I hang my head then look up at the curious faces who witnessed my ignorant comment, “that’s not what I meant- it came out wrong.” The three men around me offer their support and I excuse myself, following my boyfriend’s actions from a few seconds ago.
I enter the house, the door shutting quietly behind me. I wind my way through the people and look but I can’t seem to find him. I stop a familiar face, “Hey, have you seen Billy?”
They answer, “Yeah, I think he was headed towards the bathroom.”
I nod my thanks and make my way down the narrow hall. I lightly knock on the door and call, “Billy?” waiting a second before the door opens.
He looks at me and frowns, stepping back and motioning for me to step into the small space with him. I push the door shut leaving nothing but the hum of the florescent light and muffled noises from the party. He turns on the water and runs a wet finger underneath his eye, correcting a smudge of his eyeliner. I just watch silently as he turns the water off and dries his hand on a towel. He doesn’t say a word just gives me an icy glance before pulling out his lip gloss and applying it daintily to his bottom lip, recapping the tube and rolling his lips together.
I take a breath, “Billy, I-“
“Benji,” he says cutting me off, “take me home,” his voice even and calm.
I shut my mouth and nod, opening the door and stepping aside as he avoids my eyes. I follow his thin frame to the front door and out to our car, opening the passenger door for him before getting in the drivers side. I glance over at him and he’s just staring out the window.
I sigh inaudibly and drive home in silence, glancing at Billy every few seconds but his eyes never leave the scenery outside the passenger window.
We pull up to the house and he doesn’t wait for me to get the car door. He opens the front door with his key and I wonder if the thick wooden door is going to slam me in the face but he simply leaves it open.
He disappears into the bedroom and I’m wondering if I should even dare to go in there. I might be sleeping in the spare room tonight. I slowly slink into the bedroom and see him just as he’s removing his t-shirt, the soft light casting shadows along his thin pale body- but I know I won’t be able to touch him tonight because I made him mad.
I take off my pants and change my shirt, him already getting settled in the bed about to lie down. I sit on my side and he plops down turning away from me and tucking his hands under his head. I hate going to bed like this.
“Billy?” I say tentatively, “Billy, It was a joke. You know I would never say anything like that to hurt you. I didn’t mean it that way. It was a stupid comment and didn’t-“
He sits up quickly and faces me, “That’s just it Benji. You just don’t…ugh…” he throws the covers off himself and gets up.
I follow him like a puppy as he trudges to the kitchen, his bare feet making little squeaks against the hard wood floor. He pours himself a glass of chocolate soy milk and stands with his bare back to me.
“Billy,” I say again for the umpteenth time tonight and he turns on his heel to face me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I wasn’t thinking prop-“
“That’s the thing. You never think about things before you say them, Benji.” He says quickly, his eyes aflame with annoyance, not anger but frustration. “You don’t think things through and little comments like that hurt, Benji.”
I hang my head as the kitchen is filled with silence once again, “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try to stop- I know you don’t like it and sometimes I forget…” I trail off and the next thing I know his hands are on mine in front of me and I look up into his face.
“Benji *sigh*, just try and think things through a little more, okay? I know you didn’t mean it but why do you have to say that around our friends? Benji, they don’t understand all the time- you give them the wrong impression about us. I don’t necessarily want all our friends to know about what happens in our bedroom,” he says the last part as his arms slip around my shoulders. “And you look way too fucking cute when you say you’re sorry.”
I pull back and shyly smile, “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head and kisses me, “I’m *kiss* still mad at *kiss* you.” He says kissing me again, each time a bit more forcefully until I feel his teeth bite down on my bottom lip.
I yelp and he pulls away, a playful look in his eyes. He steps away from my embrace and towards the door, glancing back my way. “Why don’t you help me take this aggression away?” He says and I know my jaw drops. He smiles and turns fancily, his delicate body disappearing back into the bedroom.
As the blood pools in my lower body, I somehow force my legs to move. He’s laying on our bed- his hands under his head and his hip bones begging to be gripped, his body ready to be pleasured.
I slide onto the bed and over his body, his blue eyes flickering with need. I lean down and press my lips to his, my tongue roaming his lips. I can taste his strawberry lip gloss and feel his hands groping up my back as he pulls my shirt off.
I sit up and slide his boxers down and off before I remove my own. Our movements are quick and fevered- hands and lips sliding all over each other’s skin.
I lay my body against his, Billy’s legs parting to allow me to rest between them- skin against skin. I lean down and kiss him, moving my lips to his jaw then his neck. “What do you want me to do?” I ask him in a breathy whisper.
He grips my hair and guides my mouth back to his. His kiss is rough- our lips pressed tightly, tongues against each other and breath running out. He gasps and murmurs, “I wanna scream tonight,” he says as his hand on my hip pulls our lower bodies together. He kisses me roughly again, the metal of our lip piercings clashing together. He pulls away and looks up at me, “you know how to make me scream, Benji.”
I grin into his kisses and moan,”mmhmm,” as my mind surges with the thoughts that I get to please him tonight. Make him moan until his voice is hoarse and his body is pushed to the limits of extreme satisfaction.
I kiss him as I lift my body off his, a low purr rumbling in his chest as our bodies move apart. I slide off the bed and kneel on the floor, reaching under the bed and pulling out the familiar dark wooden box. I stand up and set it on the bed, my breath caught in my throat as I see him lying on the bed propped up on one elbow, his eyes bright and biting his bottom lip. Billy slowly straightens his legs before bending them again and glances between me and the box. God he looks so fuckable.
I grab the bottle from the table before climbing on the bed and falling back down against Billy's body. He groans and laps at my tongue, his fingers moving against my back, trying to draw us closer together.
He’s capturing my lips with sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses- his tongue swiping at the insides of my mouth every so often and his hips moving against mine. I gasp and pull from his lips, moving to his neck briefly to catch my breath. He whimpers, “Benji, do it,” before our lips meet again. I sit up on my knees, the only contact our bodies are making is our between our lips.
I reach over and fumble with the latch on the box getting it open quickly as my hand falls down to Billy’s hard on. He groans into my mouth and pulls me closer with a hand behind my head.
I take the purple vibrator from the box, flipping it on without having to look. I bring it between us and as soon as it touches the inside of his left thigh his mouth leaves mine in a loud gasp of surprise. He knew it was coming but every time it surprises him.
He throws his head back into the pillows and grips a handful of my hair. He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for more.
But I’m not giving him exactly what he wants just yet. I slide the toy higher- up the inside of his thigh, his legs spreading and his hands gripping the pillow now. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and holds his breath. But I just keep the toy moving up his leg to his hip, he groans and whispers “tease”, his eyebrows furrowing as I just smile.
I move the toy across his lower stomach next, slow enough to earn another groan and a slip of his hips trying to gain contact. I don’t let him have it though and when he stops moving I pull the head of the toy down the trail of dark hair in the center of his abdomen.
He holds his breath again but the nearest I get is not even close to touching his arousal.
He lets out his breath again as I move the rubber form- down his left leg now. I pull it along his skin until just above his knee and slowly back up his thigh. This time he does nothing but grip the pillows as I bring it to the curve between his leg and hip, slowly pulling it closer and closer before stopping and just letting the pulsate likeness rest against his skin. He groans and looks up at me as I start to move it again but in the opposite direction as his erection, his voice whining, “Benji, you’re teasing me!”
And it’s at that split-second as he least expects it that I pull the toy quickly under his hard shaft. His hips jerk and he moans at the contact as I roll it around the base of his cock.
I drag it up his shaft before pulling it back down and under his balls. He moans and arches his back when I turn it up a notch, the toy under his balls now- vibrating against that sensitive perineum.
He moans, “Oh fuck…Benji, ahh,” as I play with his balls with the toy, the sensation making his hips jerk and his fingers grip the headboard now. He writhes under my ministrations. His hips twisting and moving against the toy in my hand. His voice is a mess of gasps, moans, and whimpers as I vary the pressure and location against his skin.
I grab the lube with my free hand and spread some on my fingers, leaning down and sucking his cock into my mouth. He moans and grips my hair with one hand, keeping the other on the headboard pole. I pull the toy away and switch it off, coating it with the lube quickly as I work my tongue under the head of his cock, making sure to suck gently- I don’t want him to come yet.
He grips the pillows and spreads his legs even wider, his eyes squeezed shut again and cries and moans escaping his mouth.
I place it at his opening and guide it in as my mouth slips down his cock also, taking him fully into my mouth. He moans and arches his back again. When the toy is settled inside him and my mouth is sucking his warm skin, I flip it on again.
He pants and opens his eyes, staring into the mirror carefully placed above our bed. Seeing me between his legs only seems to make him moan louder and twist against the bed even more. He grips his hair with one hand, pulling on the dark strands as he moves his hips, his lip ring pulled between his teeth. His hips jerk and push against my mouth and my hand, his moans jumbled together in one long string of profanities and vocal exhalations as I turn the power up again.
I take my mouth off his cock and watch him as I move the toy in different angles. His light skin is a sharp contrast against the deep dark purple bedding. I rotate the toy in short circles, his moans and whimpers guiding me.
I watch his reactions as I move it again, this time knowing where I’m aiming it. I know I’ve hit that spot inside when his whole body jerks and a low moan resounds throughout the room. I watch his face as I tease his prostate with the vibrator. His eyes shut tightly and head thrown back, his throat moving as he swallows and his lips parting every time he moans.
He’s shaking and gasping as I pull back before pushing the toy deep inside him again, grazing that spot roughly. His whole body lurches off the bed, his fingers gripping the bed sheets. He screams, “Benji!” as his body shakes so close to orgasm. “Oh god…” he falls back against the bed, his hips moving on their own.
I grin down at him, my unoccupied hand running up and down his side, watching his beautiful body squirm.
The muscles in his stomach and upper thighs are fluttering under his skin, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets, his eyes shut tight and breath in short gasps. He slips his hand up to his nipple and plays with the silver loop adorning it, moaning, “I’m going..to..OOH fuck!” and his whole body shakes, his limbs tensing as he orgasms.
When he flops back against the bed he has amazed me once again and not cum- something only he does. He’s the only person I’ve ever known that does it. You wouldn’t think so just looking at him but his stamina is amazing.
He’s still hard, still breathing erratically, still waiting for more.
“Benji, Benji, Benji,” he moans, “fuck me. Now, Benji.” Like I’m going to say no to that.
I pull the vibrator from his sensitized body and toss it onto the bed next to us. He grabs the lube and slides his hand up and down my cock, neglected until now. I moan as the cool liquid smoothes onto my skin, his fingers wrapping around me and tugging- giving me a little extra.
I pull his hand away and tell him, “Baby, turn over.” He flips onto his stomach and raises his hips up a bit. I place one hand on his lower back and with the other I grab my cock. I brush the head against his ass, slipping my cock in only a little- teasing his already straining body. He groans and shifts his hips higher and back towards me. I move forward quickly and push all the way into him, a luscious moan flowing from his lips.
I thrust into him good and hard, my hands under his hips holding him up. He’s on his elbows, his forehead resting on the bed and his hips pushing back to meet mine. With every drive my thighs smack up against the backs of his, his back arched and shoulder blades visibly moving as he forces himself backwards.
I push his hips down slightly and thrust into him deeply, his head tipping back and moaning as I brush that spot again. I watch as he reaches to his side and searches for the vibrator again. His arm not reaching it so I pick it up and hand it to him. He flips it on and moans as he brings it back down to his cock.
He places it against his shaft and moves it farther down. I can feel the vibrations against my own cock and moan as I linger inside him a little longer than my previous thrusting allowed. He slips his knees down so that he’s flat on his stomach, his hand underneath himself- still toying with his balls as I move over him more.
I support myself with my arms as I pound in and out of him, my body weight adding to the force behind my thrusts. The bed is making a steady rhythm against the wall, his gasps and moans adding to the delectable atmosphere in the room.
He’s shaking, gasping, writhing, moaning like he was before. I slide my hands up and down his smooth back, feeling his muscles fluttering and his skin warm and damp.
I know he’s not going to last long, and I’m almost there. Watching him has this effect on me that makes me lose control faster.
I thrust into him hard a few last times before I just can’t take it anymore. My whole body shakes as I cum, my hands gripping his bony hips.
I don’t allow myself to lose control completely and quickly flip him over, grabbing his cock with a tight fist. He screams as I jerk him off, his body finally overwhelmed with pleasure.
His hands grip my arms, his back arching, eyes and mouth wide- his moans and proclamations of love and apologies from both of us echoing off the walls.
He collapses into the bedding, his body spent- I doubt he could even lift his arm. I pull the covers up and lay next to him, quickly falling asleep after a few lazy kisses.
Damn. Maybe I should make him upset more often…
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the end.
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