Pairing: Benji/Paul
Band: Good Charlotte
Rated: VERY NC-17!
Dated: February 1, 2003
Summary: uhh, no plot. PsychoSexManiac!Paul
and FirstimeBeingSubmissive!Benji.
Lust Cocktail
Paul sat across from Benji in the TV room, watching him.
Benji’s lower lip curved as his lip ring was pulled between teeth, Paul’s memory of that red flesh delicious and begging to be tasted. His knees kept up a subconscious rhythm of apart then together, apart then together. His eyes lowered to the print on the magazine page and polish chipped nails spread over the paper cover. His t-shirt gathered from sliding down on the couch, pulled high enough to show the elastic band of red boxers and a strip of pale creamy skin. His bandana and hat long been discarded on the coffee table next to him, revealing unkept hair that curls lightly against his scalp, green and black dye a mix on the crown of his head. His eyes had that day old eyeliner look, smudged and smokey. Framing those deep brown eyes and long feathery lashes. A barbell through his eyebrow and the usual hoops in his ears, matching the pewter stud in his nose and the two studs beside the ring, still clicking against his teeth.
Paul watches Benji’s body. That body that fits so well into his. Those lips that kiss and suck in places…oh how good they feel. Those strong hands that take control, eliciting moans and arousal from the simplest touches. Warm skin; weathered in places, baby smooth in others- a metaphor of the man inside. Benji’s strong muscles and masculinity, the force behind being the leader of most activities.
But this time, Paul wants to be the one in control.
He wants to call all the shots.
Take Benji where he wants to go.
Paul looks around the room, close friends occupying nearby spaces. Nothing will happen they can’t handle to see.
Paul’s gaze falls back to Benji’s face. His pink tongue slips out to run along those lips, just enough to compel Paul into action.
With graceful gliding steps he leans down in front of the older man, setting his hands near Benji’s hips. He looks up at Paul and matches the grin displayed on his lovers face. Paul removes the magazine from his grasp and leans closer.
“You bored?” he asks casually, his breath hot on Benji’s neck. Benji exhales and he mumbles a yes, his hands running up Paul’s arms.
The touch sends goosebumps up Paul’s arms and he shivers humming pleasantly. Paul’s tongue flits out to dance along Benji’s ear- he can feel Benji smile. He skims his hands up Benji’s sides. Thumbs resting on his warm stomach.
He pulls his head back and watches Benji’s smiling eyes as their lips barely touch. Benji’s eyelids fall shut but Paul just teases and moves his mouth to Benji’s other ear.
“wanna get outta here?” Paul asks, his lips trailing over Benji’s skin, “go upstairs?” he mirrors the action from before and slides his tongue in Benji’s ear as his fingers search over his hips. Benji’s breathing falters and he nods.
He pulls back once again this time to in front of Benji’s lips. Benji smiles as he slides his lips over Benji’s but doesn’t kiss. Benji begins to lean forward- but that just makes Paul back away. Frustrated, Benji sighs. Paul chuckles then leans back in and finally kisses Benji, his lips playfully pulsing against Benji’s.
After a few seconds he stands back up and looks down at Benji.
Benji’s sitting there, his eyes closed and breathing erratic. He looks up at Paul, a strong desire evident in those brown eyes.
Paul begins to go up the stairs slowly and Benji struggles to stand on his shaky legs, nearly tripping over the coffee table.
He finds his footing and races up the stairs behind Paul and into Paul’s bedroom locking the door.
Paul attacks his lips and pushes him down on the bed, falling amongst the down comforter and lush bedding. Benji slides atop of Paul, kissing his lips eagerly.
Benji runs his hands down to Paul’s hips, then moves his mouth to his neck suckling on the warm skin. Paul moaning with a grin on his face as his hands search for Benji’s pants button. Benji’s fingers skim up his stomach as Paul frees Benji from his pants.
Now Benji’s naked and he reaches for Paul’s buckle but his hands get slapped away.
“No,” Paul shakes his head and sits up, dislodging Benji’s body from his own. Benji’s frown is cleared by Paul pushing him down on the bed and crawling above him. “Let me do it,” he croons and pulls his shirt over his head, letting his hips grind into Benji’s, a low growl escaping Benji’s kiss-red lips. Paul smirks and lowers down onto Benji, teasing him with slight movements of his hands and hips, his lips feathery on his lips and neck.
Benji’s hands search up the back of Paul’s back, settling on his jean-covered ass, pulling Paul’s lower body into his.
Paul smirks and pulls Benji’s hands from his ass, “Nuh uh uh.” He lifts them over Benji’s head and holds them there above the pillows. Paul trails his lips over Benji’s before sucking a pierced lip between his teeth. Benji’s tongue runs out along Paul’s upper lip, and Paul moans before delving into Benji’s mouth. He lightly slides his hip along the arch of Benji’s aroused cock. Benji moans and throws his head back into the pillows, his hands straining against Paul’s. With an evil smirk Paul teases him again this time holding Benji’s hips down as he tries to arch his body up.
Benji groans and pouts with those dark brown eyes that get what they want way too often, “Please, Paulie…”
Paul kisses him again but denying him of any other contact, “You up for a little…” Paul slides his thigh over Benji’s erection briefly, “fun?”
Benji moans and nods, “god yes…please…”
Paul backs up leaving Benji on the bed, panting and gripping the bedclothes tight. Paul stands at the end of the bed, staring at Benji’s naked arousal. His cheeks are flushed, his mouth parted and lips kiss-stained and slick with saliva, his chest rising and falling sporadically. Paul unbuttons his jean pushing them to the ground as he watches Benji; his rock hard cock standing straight up as he stares up at Paul with a desire that could only be fulfilled by what was to come. Although he had no idea exactly what was on Paul’s mind, he wanted it. And now.
Paul smiles at the site before him and turns to the bathroom. Benji’s hands itch to touch himself be he refrains. He sits up and listens as Paul rummages around in the cupboards.
Benji wonders to himself what Paul could be getting, ‘I know we keep the toys in the closet, so what could be in there? Did he buy something new?’ Benji’s mind races with all the lovely ideas of what Paul might be planning to do to him.
Paul emerges holding a smallish box covered in deep blood red velvet. Benji visibly shivers at the sight of the box, not knowing what’s inside. He flips the lights to dim and crawls on the bed over Benji. Paul sits between Benji’s thighs, slowly opening the box.
Benji’s eyes go wide as he opens the box slowly pulling out a pair of furry black handcuffs and a bottle.
The smirk on Paul’s face is almost…seditious.
And it only makes Benji hotter, harder.
Paul lifts Benji’s hands over his head again and kisses down each arm before locking the cuffs through the intricate wrought iron bed frame. He kisses Benji deeply, his tongue lapping at Benji’s tongue, the air around them getting thick. Benji tries to arch his body up into Paul’s but Paul just backs away, not letting Benji get the contact he wants.
Benji groans into Paul’s mouth in frustration and Paul begins to nibble down Benji’s neck. “Be a good boy or else you get nothing,” Paul growls and Benji moans as Paul’s tongue skates across his chest.
Paul watches the muscles under the skin move as his hands, lips and tongue graze over Benji’s highly sensitized body.
Paul’s hands come to rest at the junction between Benji’s hips, legs and groin, causing Benji to squirm at his close proximities.
Paul blows lightly on the tip of Benji’s cock, teasing with his warm breath. Benji groans and tries to clamp his knees around Paul but he’s quicker and holds the tied man’s knees to the bed.
Benji watches as Paul smirks and runs a finger, whisper light, up the underside of his dick. Benji moans loudly and tries to shimmy down on the bed to get to Paul. But Paul just slides back until Benji is stretched out all that he can and the only place to go is back up the bed towards the headboard, but Benji will stay near Paul. Because Paul has what Benji wants.
Paul holds onto Benji’s ankles and once again blows on the tip. He sticks out his tongue and flicks lightly at the base. Benji’s breath short and irregular, his voice filled with groans and delight.
Paul slides his mouth down Benji’s length, and sucks before dropping it completely and sitting up.
Just when Benji thinks that he’s about to get it, Paul teases and doesn’t fallow through.
“Err, fucking hell!” Benji yells and flops back onto the bed. He closes his eyes and sighs, “you’re fucking getting off on this aren’t you!” All he hears is Paul’s chuckle before a sweet, musky scent fills the small space. He looks back up to see Paul closing a bottle and settling back down between his legs.
Benji waits but he doesn’t do anything. Just sits there staring up at him. “Err! Paul!” he says and just as his head hits back on the bed- Paul fingers him and sucks his cock into his mouth.
Benji moans, the chain on the handcuffs angrily rattling against the iron and his unrestrained knee jumping at the contact.
Paul smiles at the reaction and bobs his head down Benji’s length feeling Benji’s muscles constricting around his fingers.
Every muscle in Benji’s body is straining against their restraints. His hips aching to buck into Paul but he can barely move. If he moves back, the contact with Paul will cease- so he just stays, his arms and torso outstretched, his toes curling and hips lifted slightly off the bed.
He moans loudly as his body shakes and he comes, the metal clanging loudly also. He pants as Paul grins and kisses up his stomach, his hand still working Benji from the inside.
“Need time?” Paul smirks as he sucks on Benji’s chest, Benji’s body relaxing slightly.
“Noooo…fuck, keep going!” he moans as Paul’s hand moves hard up into him.
“You’re not allowed to say no.” He says and pushes hard once more before completely pulling his fingers out and sitting up. Benji writhes against the bed, groaning in desperation.
Benji pouts, “Oh fuck you.”
“Oh no no no, I believe its you getting fucked…” Paul says.
Benji’s hungry eyes watch as Paul grabs the bottle of Vanilla scented lube. He flips open the cap and pours a generous amount into his hands. He sits back on his heels and spreads the lube on his cock.
He moans as he runs his hand down his shaft, obviously trying to make Benji’s fire burn.
Benji groans, “Please…Paul! Fuck me now!”
Paul smirks and grabs Benji’s ankles again, pulling his legs apart and nudging up against Benji’s opening. Benji gasps. He strains again; trying to get him inside but Paul just continues to brush up against him.
Paul moves a millimeter closer, allowing entrance just a tiny bit. Benji moans and clashes the handcuffs. Paul does it again- he pulls out of Benji…
But before Benji can fully respond in any way, Paul shoves into Benji, fast, hard and deep.
A moan tears through the bedroom, a combination of Benji and Paul’s vocalizations.
Paul pounds against Benji, the motions creating a lust cocktail of sweat and moans.
His thrusts deep and hard, finally satisfying Benji’s want.
Benji grips the bedding and pushes against Paul.
As if I couldn’t get any better, Paul grips Benji’s cock and finishes Benji off.
Benji thrashes beneath him causing Paul to come moaning his name.
They fall onto the bed and Paul unlocks Benji’s wrists. They’re panting hard, sweaty and exhausted.
“Why haven’t I been submissive before?” Benji grins.
Paul smiles and shrugs, “I never thought I could do that. Never had enough courage.”
“Well damn baby! How’d you even buy the handcuffs? And handcuffs? I knew I was kinky but…damn!”
Paul blushes and buries his face in Benji’s neck, “I dunno. I just had an idea.”
“Well the next time you have an idea, please, PLEASE, fill me in on it!”
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ok ive got more fic ideas so maybe before Monday ill have another story.
Yup! Comment and make my day? Latas JULIE
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