Band: Mest/Good Charlotte
Pairing: Let’s just say it’s incest. Matt/Tony, Benji/Joel implications.
Rating: NC-17
Dated: October 30, 2003
Summary: What are you going to be for Halloween?Disclaimer: This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way
affiliated with Mest or Good Charlotte.
They are not in homosexual relationships with each other
and no you may not copy parts of my fiction to use in your own!This may be confusing but read it all before you try
and figure it out and who is who. Just remember, nothing is
quite as it seems on Halloween. *cue freaky music*
Ta-da!
I hear him trudge up the stairs and head towards my bathroom. One last line of dark black and I’m finished. I step away from the mirror and glance at my reflection- pleased with the result. From the look on his face as he stops in the doorway, I can tell he’s pleased too. I smile and give him the ‘how-do-I-look’ look, turning around in the messy bathroom.
He nods silently as his eyes sweep over my body, taking in the details of my makeup and piercings and down to my attire and shoes. I can do nothing but grin because I can tell what he’s thinking right now, it’s written all over his face and body language.
He steps closer and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, fascination evident in his eyes. He’s transfixed and presses his lips to mine. His virgin lips against my pierced lips. He finishes with a swipe of his tongue along the metals, grinning against my mouth as the two of us part.
“Damn, you look so hot…Benji.”
I cock an eyebrow and kiss him again, playing against his lips and tongue. He pulls away and grins, “You think they’re doing this right now? As they get ready?”
I shrug and open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off with a kiss, his hands falling to rest on my hips. I laugh slightly and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
He’s getting off on this and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t too.
He’s soon got me pressed to the edge of the countertop, his hands slid underneath my t-shirt working their way around my back. He’s kissing my neck and grinding against me.
My mind is thinking how sick people must think it all is. How would they react if they knew the specifics of our actions right at this very moment? If they only knew…
He fumbles with the buttons on my pants, they’re new- bought specifically for tonight- and he can’t seem to figure out how they come undone.
I laugh and swat his hands away, unbuttoning them quickly. I realize that this means we will probably have to get ready to go all over again, but maybe this time he can help me and make my appearance better.
My pants are on the floor before I notice and my shirt pushed up as his hands roam my chest. We both know we don’t have much time, but that’s okay. A quick fix will do until the two of us can carry on with this sick engagement later tonight when we get home. I have a feeling I’ll be thinking about it all night, especially after seeing them.
His hands grope at my body harshly, lust overtaking his usual smooth movements. He kisses me one last time before dropping to his knees. He smiles up at me as his fingers run along light skin. I’m hard as a rock, the mental part of this whole experience catching up with my body- making me harder faster.
I feel his warm breath on my slick skin causing me to moan lowly, his broad tongue sliding over my head. My left hand grips the countertop and I search for a place to grab with the right. It’s then when I notice the way his hair is styled, gelled and fingered into a mini-mohawk. I avoid his hair and grip his t-shirted shoulder, gripping the material harder the more he sucks.
I watch his mouth moving along my cock, wanting to throw my head back and moan his name but not because I want to watch him with my cock in his throat.
He’s got me in his mouth fully now and I’m fighting the whimpers escaping my throat. My hips move against his face and I groan as he sucks harder. My mind once again toys with me and I start thinking about what they would be like, and what it would feel like with them.
He pulls my mind out of its daydream as he moves his finger around my entrance. He knows that once he starts that there’s not much longer I will last. I widen my stance as he pulls his mouth off momentarily, looking up at me as he spits in his own hand.
I moan as his finger slides into me and he grins before resuming. His head bobs up and down my cock, sucking just how he knows I like it. My moans get louder as he presses against my prostate.
I’m almost there and he thrusts his fingers into me harder, pulling his mouth off when I nearly choke out his name, stopping mid-scream.
“Its okay, say it,” he smirks before returning to my cock and sucking hard on the head, pressing his tongue hard against my skin.
My body trembles and my hips move on their own, the heat in the bathroom and his mouth making me moan and writhe. “Oh, oh fuck…oh yes….Joel.” I moan as I explode in his mouth.
As soon as he spits in the sink his mouth is back on mine and I shove my hand down his pants. “What…”
“Just touch me,” he answers before I have to ask and I nod as he helps me push his pants to the ground.
He sucks on my bottom lip as I work my hand hard and fast along his cock, his hips bucking into my palm. I finish him up, smiling at the way his voice cracks when he moans.
The two of us clean up, getting redressed and sharing quick kisses. I fix my makeup and check my hair, him doing the same.
“I like this,” I say running my fingers lightly over his hair, “you should do it more often.” He smiles then jumps when the doorbell rings.
The two of us run to the door, swinging it open because we already know who it is and we’re eager to show them our Halloween attire.
“Ta-da!” he yells and I laugh, watching the reactions of the two in front of us.
They stare bewildered at us, not understanding who exactly we dressed up as for the nights Halloween festivities.
“You can’t tell who we are?” I ask, trying to sound disappointed even though I’m not- I knew they wouldn’t understand at first. After all, this is mainly our idea…for our own benefits too. They shake their heads.
“We’re Benji and Joel, the famous twins from Good Charlotte!” Matt says and I glance over at my cousin, sharing a smirk because this little Halloween excuse just allowed us to play out one of our favorite fantasies- two of our best friends being together.
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the end.
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