Pairing: Benji/Paul
Band: Good Charlotte
Rated: R
Dated: January 12, 2003
Summary: Short and Sweet cuddly fic!

Lazy
Hey, you’ve reached us, don’t know who us is then you shouldn’t be callin. Leave us a message, shockingly we’re busy people so well call ya back sooner or later. Bye. Benji lets the answering machine get the phone call that just woke him up. He hears the beep and the click before a jumbled mix comes over the speaker. Benji sits up in the bed and listens, it sounds like a group of people and only a few seconds before a familiar voice is heard. “Benji? Are you there?” Benji hears and jumps out of the bed running to the phone in the hall.
“Yeah, I'm here. What’s wrong?” he says in the phone, his voice shaky from being startled awake. The voice is slurred, obviously had a few drinks too many, and sounding worried or in distress. “Ok slow down, tell me what’s wrong.”
“….left me and I don’t think I can find my way home….”
He walks back into the bedroom and grabs his pants, “Where are you?” he asks, interrupting the drunken rambling.
“At a bar.”
He laughs quietly, “What bar, hun?”
“I don’t know,” the voice says still worriedly.
“Ok, find the bartender and give him the phone.” The cell phone gets exchanged and information is told before Benji leaves to go get his boyfriend.
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“Sit down. No not there, here.” Benji says sitting Paul down on the bed. Paul slumps down as soon as Benji lets go. Benji removes Paul’s shoes and jacket and reaches down for Paul’s belt. Paul falls backwards and mumbles making Benji pause. “What?”
“I’m too drunk to do that Benji.” Paul mumbles and slurs.
Benji is perplexed for a second before he realizes and laughs, “No, I'm just taking them off for you.” Paul mumbles more random things as Benji finishes undressing him, leaving him in just boxers.
“ave do bee” Benji catches as Paul continues his drunken rambles.
“What is it, love?” Benji sits him up again, this time holding on to his arms.
“I have to pee.”
Benji smiles and lifts him off the bed leading him to the bathroom. He stands Paul in front of the toilet and lets go. Paul is fine for the first half but then he starts to fall over and Benji holds him up as he finishes. Poor drunken Paulie.
Benji takes Paul’s arm and leads him back to the bed and lays him down. Benji gets in beside him and Paul curls into Benji, clinging to his hip.
“Let’s stay home tomorrow,” Paul sighs.
“Okay, babe. Goodnight.”
=-=
In west Philadelphia, born and raised. The themesong for Fresh Prince played as Paul stumbled out of the bedroom. He smiled to himself, Benji loves that show. He rubbed his temples with his thumbs and walked down the hallway to find a smiling Benji splayed out on the couch in his underwear still.
He groaned at the pains in his head and plopped down on to the couch, nuzzling into his boyfriend’s side. Benji smiled and pulled Paul closer, kissing him on the forehead.
“Hangover?”
“MMMhmm,” Paul nodded not moving his head much at all.
“Want some aspirin?” Benji asked knowingly. Paul nodded and groaned as Benji got up. Benji went and got the aspirin and a cup of coffee, adding a sugar and some cream and testing the temperature with his lips. He brought it back to Paul who eagerly took the pills, hoping to feel their relief as soon as possible.
They snuggled back together and spent the rest of the day on the couch, together amongst the warmth of each others skin.
Paul looked up at Benji as his hands ran over the blonde’s scalp. “So what did you want to do tonight?” Benji asked and kissed him lightly.
“Nothing,” Paul smiled, “stay home, maybe not nothing…” he added with a smile and a peck on Benji’s neck.
Benji giggled and nodded, “Okay, sounds good to me.” He pulled Paul into his lap and pressed his face into his neck, causing Paul to giggle and squirm in Benji’s grasp.
Benji cuddled Paul’s body close and ran his hand lazily up and down his back. He kissed his neck with feathery kisses, Paul mewing at the lovely sensations.
Benji’s hands traveled under his shirt and up Paul’s soft skin as he captured his lips. His tongue darted along the taller man’s hungry lips and slipped inside to taste the familiar mouth. Paul moaned and turned so he was facing Benji, cupping his head with his hands and pulling their lips closer together.
Bassist fingertips roamed over Benji’s over-dyed, un-styled hair like a massage urging Benji to mesh their tongues together. Paul pulled back letting his hands fall over the more tattoed skin below him and smiled that smile that made Benji’s heart skip a beat.
Without a word only eye contact, Paul stood up and walked to the bedroom, Benji following not far behind.
Paul shed his boxers and t-shirt, sliding under the covers of their bed and turning down the other side of the covers for Benji.
Benji smiled as he slowly slipped his boxers down and crawled into the bed and over to him. He threaded his knee between Paul’s thighs and leaned in to kiss him, letting their bodies come in full contact.
Slow, languid kisses and hushed moans overcome both of them. Benji’s arms wrapped securely around Paul’s chest as he moved their hips slowly together. A moan breaks the sound of lips together leading to a quiet question and consent.
Talented hands follow the routine they’ve performed so many times on nights like these. Paul exhales happily as Benji sits up and lifts his hips. It’s slow and sweet, Benji leaning back down in a pause to kiss his boyfriend’s temple. Paul’s hips move forward, Benji moaning and taking the hidden hint. He looks into the light brown eyes as he shifts above the younger man, taking in the gorgeous feeling of skin against skin, body against body.
Benji kisses Paul’s shoulder as he bears down, eliciting a pleasured moan and movement to get more contact. Paul’s knees spread wide and hips against Benji’s.
Heat and sweat adding to the moment, urging the two in their unhurried lovemaking.
Benji began trembling as the sensations being given to his body became too much. He quickened his pace, Paul moaning at the feeling of Benji deep inside him. With wide eyes and biting his lower lips he felt Paul’s pleasure cave in. Paul’s body tightened around his, his thighs gripping Benji’s hips. He moaned and turned his head to the side as Benji kept up the slow pace into the shuddering body. Benji came before Paul was done, moaning more than quietly.
They curled up together whispering sweet adorations beneath the covers. A perfect end to their lazy, cuddly day.
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