Caught Horny: Benji


title: Caught Horny: Benji
band: Good Charlotte/the Used
pairing: Billy/Benji/Quinn THREESOME!!!
rating: NC-17
dedication: to everyone who's had to hear about this and wait
summary: quinn and billy are little sluts, but boy do they know how
to lift benji's...spirits...

disclaimer: graphic threesome, male/male/male, dont know GC or Quinn,
dont own them either. PURE SMUTTY FICTION!
Dated: June 1, 2003


Caught Horny: Benji

Benji’s sitting in the hot tub in his backyard, the water whirling around him as he tries to relax. It’s been a hectic day, a party and what seems like a dozen people staying at his house after coming home from a month away. This is his solace, his time alone. Although he might not know, what he wants most is what he will soon get.

He takes a sip from his glass of champagne and sets it back down. His arms stretch out along the back of the fiberglass and his eyelids slip shut, his head tipped back. The night air is slightly cooler than the water and the lights from the porch and the bottom of the jacuzzi create a hazy glow around him.

He hears a voice, smiling slightly when he realizes who it belongs to. The voice seems to be talking on a phone; he listens but stops when he has to strain his ears. His eyes are still shut, but he can picture the owner of the voice. The silken diction is a welcome change from his usual boisterous loud tone.

He listens when the voice comes near again and lifts his head opening his eyes to see his good friend smiling at him. Billy leans on the railing and stares at Benji as he finishes up on the phone. Benji smiles as he hangs up and Billy smiles back.

“Mind if I join ya?” he asks. Benji shakes his head and watches Billy pull his shirt off and then his pants leaving them in a pile on the deck, and climbs into the tub in just his plaid boxers. He submerges himself briefly, his colorful arms visible under the moving water and surfaces again. He runs his hands thru his hair and wipes the water off his face, Benji's gaze falling to rest on the beads of water running down his temples and shimmering over his shoulders.

“Champagne?” Billy asks, “Special occasion?”

“Had it, wanted something different.” Benji smiles and shrugs, “Want some?”

Billy declines saying he had a beer a while ago and the pleasant silence slips around them once again. Benji sips the last of his champagne and watches as Billy stares at the swirling water in front of him.

As Benji’s eyes sweep over his features- his long water clumped eyelashes, sparkling blue eyes, plump lips and centered ring- Billy catches him staring at his lips and when Benji's eyes fall back on Billy’s he blushes.

“Quinn’s coming later, that’s alright right?” he asks.

“Yeah, I doubt there’s any room left to sleep though. I just hope someone hasn’t taken my bed.” Benji says, a snort accompanying the last part.

Billy smiles, “Okay, but we’ll probably go back to his hotel. He just wants to come say hi and…spend some time with me...” Billy trails off a giddy smile playing on his lips.

Benji can’t help but smile too, jealous at the same time of the sickeningly cute love-life of his two friends. Benji watches as Billy runs his hand just underneath the surface of the water, letting it flow through those long graceful fingers. Billy sighs and closes his eyes, sliding down and resting his head on the headrest, a contented smile and sigh draw Benji’s eyes over the younger man’s body again.

Benji can’t control his wandering eyes- Billy’s body always has this effect on him.

He’s entranced with Billy’s chest. The way it dips and curves, urging Benji to delve his tongue over Billy’s smooth skin- but he can’t. He reminds himself that the band trysts aren’t to be mentioned. But oh how he wishes he could mention it right now- and then to follow out.

Benji doesn’t deny it, Billy’s hot and they both are very…open with their physicality. Things have happened. Some things they can’t think of without blushing. There’s always been and attraction between them, physical yes, emotional it doesn’t matter. Billy is with Quinn now and they’re happy together. Benji wishes them only the best of luck. But he also remembers the way Billy moaned his name so lustfully just a few months ago.

Billy runs his hand up his own chest and Benji tears his eyes away, looking back at Billy after a second. Self control is a bitch. Billy sighs and looks up at Benji, “What’s up Benj?” he asks.

Benji sighs and shrugs, “Just glad to be home. I'm worn out.”

Billy nods and sits up, “Let me give you a massage!”

Benji pauses then gives in, shrugging and letting Billy guide him into sitting in a different position. Billy sits behind Benji and runs his hands up his back Benji melting like putty beneath Billy’s fingertips.

Billy lightly pushes Benji’s head forward then makes little pressured circles on his neck with his fingertips. His hands flow to Benji’s shoulders now, his hands warm across his skin.

Every touch makes Benji’s body want more, makes his blood pump harder below his skin, makes his head swirl, makes this temptation unbearable.

He fights the urge to moan as he hears Billy humming just slightly above the whirl of the water, Billy’s hands continuing to work at his shoulders. Benji’s eyes are shut and he doesn’t see Quinn arrive, standing outside the hot tub watching the mass of tattoos and skin. Billy sees Quinn though and smiles at his boyfriend.

“Hi boys, starting the party without me?” Quinn laughs reaching for his belt.

Benji startles and turns his head quickly towards Quinn, “Hey.” He watches as Quinn pulls his t-shirt over his head, the muscles in his torso rippling.

Billy leans forward to Benji’s ear, “You should have Quinn give you a massage,” he says, his voice all sex and sultriness, “those hands are amazing.”

Quinn climbs into the Jacuzzi and smiles at Benji before leaning over and kissing Billy. Benji watches as Quinn’s hand slips to behind Billy’s head, their lips meeting and eyes slipping shut. Quinn’s boxers are hung low revealing his hips, the dark green material getting wet from the hot water.

They pull away and smile at each other before Quinn asks, “Let me have a go?” gesturing to Benji and the massage that Billy’s hands have momentarily stopped. Benji nods and Quinn trades places with Billy, Billy coming to sit in front of Benji.

Quinn's hands feel just as good, if not better, than Billy’s. Billy smiles as Benji groans and blushes, “Good?”

Benji nods, “Very.”

Small chit chat is made, talking about the tour and what Quinn has been up to. Quinn’s hands working Benji into pure bliss. His whole body is now relaxed.

Quinn smiles and brings his mouth next to Benji’s ear, looking at Billy, “You’re not falling asleep here are ya?” he asks Benji.

Benji laughs, “No, it just feels soo good. Thank you!”

Quinn smiles at Billy before replying to Benji, “No problem. In fact, I think your real problem…” Quinn pauses as he slides his hand down Benji’s chest not stopping until Benji’s hard on is in his grasp, “is all this sexual tension you have.”

Benji’s eyes shoot open and he gasps, his eyes falling to rest on Billy intently watching Quinn’s movements below the water. Benji’s eyes fall closed again and his head tilts to the side to accommodate Quinn’s lips suddenly on his neck.

Benji moans when Quinn’s teeth bite down on his earlobe, his hand still on Benji’s cock stroking ever-so-slowly. Benji bites his bottom lip and Billy’s eyes are drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Billy slides his hands up Benji’s sides and over his shoulders, tangling in his damp hair at last. Benji opens his eyes to see Billy directly in front of him and places a hand on Billy’s back pulling him in.

Billy’s plump lips go flush against Benji’s, just getting a feel for the other man before Benji’s lips part and their tongues meet.

Benji moans into Billy’s mouth- half from the feeling of Billy’s tongue, half from Quinn pulling intently on Benji’s cock. Benji’s hands slip up and down Billy’s back before bringing them to Billy’s chest. He runs his hand along Billy’s collarbone, all the while his tongue fighting with Billy’s. Benji’s hand slips down Billy’s chest, down his sternum and to his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, next to his hip and back up to his shoulder blade. Billy pulls back and gasps for breath, Benji not even realizing that he had run out.

Quinn’s hands are gone from Benji’s crotch but they’re now on his hips, Quinn moves back to his ear and suggests, “How ‘bout you let Billy and I help you?”

Benji whimpers as Billy unlaces the tie on Benji’s swim trunks and Quinn’s hands pull them down from the back. Quinn slides his hand down Benji’s ass, his finger sliding over Benji’s opening.

Benji gasps and his body shakes, Quinn’s hand coming back to his cock and his voice sultry in Benji’s ear once again, “Come on Benji, you want it don’t you? I think it would do you some good.” Benji turns his head and kisses Quinn, then pulls away nodding as Quinn smiles, “We only wanna make you happy, Benji.” Quinn slides his hand back under Benji's ass and over his opening again.

Benji moans as Quinn slides his finger in and Billy’s teeth bite down on Benji’s nipple at the same time. Billy grins up at Benji and licks up his neck. Benji’s hand glides over Billy’s chest once more, still entranced by it, before sliding his thumb over Billy’s nipple and playing with the silver ring adorning it.

Billy moans and throws his head back smiling, “Finally, I was hoping you’d,” he moans as Benji tugs lightly on one, “touch me there.”

Quinn begins to move his hand more rapidly, Benji making small whimpering noises. Quinn smiles, “He likes it even better if you suck and pull on them.” Benji groans and leans forward more, giving Quinn more room to work and Benji the ability to lick Billy’s left nipple while his fingers play with the right. Billy didn’t have his nipples pierced the last time he was with Benji.

Billy moans, “Pull them Benji.” And rolls his hips against Benji as Benji sucks harder on Billy’s nipple. Billy moans even louder as Benji pulls on the ring with his teeth and drops his hand to his own lap, pulling down his boxers and stroking himself. Billy moans and arches his back against Benji’s mouth, moaning, “Damn Quinn, I need to fuck Benji…now.”

Quinn removes his hand and Benji stands up as Billy moves behind him. Quinn comes in front of him and bites Benji’s bottom lip, Benji’s hands roaming over Quinn’s body now. As Quinn distracts Benji, Billy gets in place. He slowly eases into Benji, the older man arching his back and moaning. He makes small choking noises when Billy’s all the way in, Billy’s arm around his stomach and his chest pressed up against Benji’s back. “Shit, Billy,” Benji moans taking a moment to sense out Billy all the way inside him, the warm water swirling around them, the heat and tension in his groin, the cold steel of Billy’s lip ring on the back of his neck and the coolness of the two hoops of Billy’s nipples against his warm back.

Benji pulls Quinn to his lips and kisses him before Quinn backs up and smiles, turning around and looking over his shoulder at Benji. Quinn runs his hand down Benji’s stomach and grips his cock, hearing Billy whimper at the effect is had on Benji’s insides.

Benji moans as Quinn pushes his cock inside, Benji’s hands gripping Quinn’s hips. His body trembles as Billy begins to thrust into him, using his hips to steady himself. Benji moans when Quinn begins to slide forwards and backwards on Benji’s cock, riding him in the water.

Benji feels the water flowing between his legs, the currents of all the thrusting and the Jacuzzi’s water jets. He’s all moans and cursing and can’t decide whether to thrust back onto Billy or pound into Quinn.

Quinn grips onto the edge of the hot tub and thrusts back onto Benji, Billy’s hands in a vice-like grip on Benji’s hips- that’ll leave a nice bruise.

Benji moans, “God, I can’t last…much longer.”

Billy and Quinn speed up, the water making swishing noises around them.

Benji takes in the scene of inkless, ivory skin against his tattooed, the curve of Quinn’s hips and ass, and the line of his spine a shallow crevice running down his back. Benji slides his fingers over the blonde’s backbone and returns his grip to Quinn’s hips, pulling his ass into his thrusts and hearing Quinn moan loudly.

Billy runs his hands over Benji’s chest, plucking at his nipples and steadying his own thrusts. Billy deepens his thrusts into Benji, whimpering deliciously into Benji’s ear.

“Oh shit…I…ah fuck…I'm there!” Benji moans, coming in Quinn, pulling his hips harder and faster onto him. Billy pounding harder into Benji’s contracting body. Billy’s own orgasm rips through his body, his hands reaching up and pulling his hair, his chest heaving and sexy noises escaping with every exhalation. Quinn grinds himself harder back onto Benji, his hand still jerking himself, coming as Benji’s hand wraps around his cock and finishes him off.

The three grip each other, Billy pulling out of Benji and wrapping his arms around him from behind. Quinn turns around and kisses Benji’s hair before kissing Billy on the lips.

Benji sighs and laughs, “Damn.”

Quinn lays his head on Benji’s shoulder and questions, “Hmm?”

Benji sighs and laughs, “You two are such little sluts, and I mean that in the nicest possible way.”

“Heh, thanks?” Billy laughs and runs his hand up and down Benji’s side.

“No really, you two should like,” he pauses, “make it your specialty- spreading the threesome love. You’re damn good too, I can vouch for that.”

“Well anytime you need a,” Quinn smiles, his palm grazing benji’s cock, “pick-me-up, just give us a call.”

“Will do, will do.”

=-=

the end.


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