Ravetastic


Band: Good Charlotte
Pairing: Benji/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Dated: October 21, 2003
Summary: Billy has Benji whipped and he wants to go to a rave, will they go?

disclaimer: Graphic male/male sex. Not Real. Never Happened.
PURE SMUTTY FICTION!
This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way affiliated with
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!


Ravetastic

“No, no, no, no, no,” you shake your head and push the bright yellow flyer back in his direction.

“Benjiiii,” he whines, “You’ll have fun I promise.”

“No. I am not going to a rave with you. Just…no.” You shake your head with more enthusiasm and sit on the couch, crossing your arms and giving him your best “I’ve-made-my-decision-now-don’t-ask-again” look.

He stalks over to stand in front of you and pouts, “Why not? I wanna go, Benji. I’m already dressed and everything. Please?”

You raise your eyebrows and your eyes sweep over his body. A couple dozen too many neon colored bracelets adorn his arms, deep red eye makeup delicately applied over his usual thick black eyeliner, hair gelled to perfection with freshly added red highlights, black pants hanging low on his hips and his black t-shirt snug on his thin frame. You shake your head again and watch as his pout gets more pronounced. You sigh.

“Why? Why do you want to go so bad?”

He sits next to you and throws his arms up, the rubber bracelets flittering up and down his arms. “Because I’m bored. Because I think it would be fun, I wanna go out, I want to do something other than sit around playing video games and watching porn with Paul and Chris. And because I wanna dance. Because I wanna go.” He flops backwards on the couch and groans.

You sigh again, angry that he’s winning. “But raves aren’t my thing. I don’t know how to dance and I definitely don’t like the music. Porn is fun. What if we get recognized? The whole night will be ruined cause we’ll be bombarded with people asking for-“

He cuts you off, “No one will recognize us- I’m not dressed very flashy, and you don’t mind the music. Its straight porn, we don’t like girl-parts. And you don’t have to know how to dance- you just move! Come on, Benji please?”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” you try one last time.

“What you have on is fine,” he says standing back up and grabbing the flyer, “we’ll get some glow jewelry there.”

“No, I am not wearing glow jewelry!” you say indignantly. “Where is this place anyways?” you ask following him out the door.

=-=

You pull up to a large warehouse building type thing and step out, already able to hear the pounding music from inside. He leads you to a line waiting to get in and you watch him bouncing excitedly on his toes.

Hordes of eccentric looking people pass you, some rather questionable and you thank god Billy isn’t dressed like half of them- or that he didn’t dress you like them.

He turns to you grinning, “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” and he’s disappeared before you can protest.

You watch the area where he disappeared into but sigh and stuff your hands in your pockets, wondering what the hell he’s dragged you to. You lean your head back and suck in the cold night air, half wondering if you should have grabbed a jacket- but it’ll be hot inside with all the people, right? Hell if you know, you’ve never even thought of going to a rave before.

Rolling your neck and focusing back on the line that he left you in you notice a girl in front of you playing with a pink feather boa. You laugh to yourself because, if he could get his hands on it, Billy would probably be wearing it this second.

You pull your arms tighter to your body and kick the dust with your feet, jumping slightly when Billy bounces back to your side, calling your name and grinning as he holds something behind his back.

When he has your attention he pulls his arms forward and holds an armful of the glow jewelry you see being sported by countless others surrounding you.

“Heh, NO.” you shake your head when he picks out a blueish glow necklace and holds it out to you. He pouts and nods his head slowly and you groan in response, taking the damn glow necklace and placing it over your head- the unnatural radiance catching the corners of your eyes as it rests on your chest.

He grins and places one around his own neck, tucking the other to sit on his head. You think to yourself that you better get something out of this tonight to be put through all this torture.

You’ve moved in the line and are now near the entrance, the music already beginning to pound your eardrums. A glowing stamp pressed to the top of your hand as you pass through the door, colorful lights fluttering above a sea of moving people greeting your eyes as you follow the crowd and Billy’s persistent tugging on your hand.

You don’t even realize you’ve stopped walking through the crowd, your eyes had been overwhelmed with colors and sights and the music making your head throb. Your eyes rest on Billy’s face and you watch him as he looks around, the lights moving across his skin and a grin taking over his whole face.

And you find yourself smiling as you watch him, happily caught up in everything going on around the two of you. He turns to you and grabs your hand again, pulling you through the multitude of moving people once more.

He drags you into the center of the crowd, people filling in the areas surrounding you. Their bodies moving in time with the music, each lost in their own world.

You watch as Billy starts to move along with them, along with the music. His thin body moving gracefully and smoothly in front of you.

He is pure sex. You try to keep up with him and the music but you get lost in just watching him move.

He notices you staring and leans in close, kissing your ear before pulling back and shaking his ass playfully, looking over his shoulder at you.

You laugh and lean in, “I better get something for this,” you yell over the music and he smiles, drawing your arms up around his waist and your hips close to his. He pulls your face to his and kisses you soundly, a firm thank you.

He pulls back and you grin, your world slipping to only include the two of you and the music- forgetting about the people around you and where you are. Only him.

Your bodies move against one another’s. Hips pressed close and his hands on your neck. Your movements are off at first but soon your bodies fall in step with each other, moved by the beat of the music coursing through your entire body. You feel it in your head, your chest, and your hips.

He looks up at you coyly, a small smile playing on his lips and you can’t help the feelings beginning to build up. He looks so sexy- the way he’s moving, not to mention his hips grinding steadily against yours.

He rolls his hips against yours and you’d be laughing at the sheer stripper-esque-nature of it if you weren’t so completely turned on.

Your eyes catch speckles of light floating down on you and you’re confused at first before you realize the spots are glitter and confetti. You don’t know where it came from but it makes your mind click back to the fact of where you are.

Billy laughs as the glitter settles around the two of you, giving everything a tinge of sparkle- the lights and music still pounding through the building.

He leans in and kisses you, his hands cradling your head as his lips play against yours, nipping on your lip rings a little before pulling back and grinning. He knows he’s turning you on. You pull his hips closer and move against him with slightly more force.

He throws his head back and laughs, his eyes shut as the lights dance across his skin once more- catching the flecks of glitter that has settled in his hair, a touch on his cheeks and brushed over his shoulders.

You lean in and nip at his neck and feel a moan rumble in his throat, you can’t hear it over the music but you can feel it with your lips. He kisses you deeply, his tongue battling against yours and his taste filling your mouth.

Your fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt to run along his smooth skin, loosely keeping his hips moving against yours. You lean away from each other, but keep your hips still moving together.

Billy trails one hand down your chest and you watch, wondering what he’s going to do. His fingers brush against your stomach and his hand comes to rest on your belt. You look up into his eyes to see what he’s thinking and he just smiles, pulling your belt up and pressing his hips harder against yours- the absence of your belt right over your dick allowing you to feel how turned on he is too.

You look up at him and he stares back, your movements slowing as you pull him close. You whimper, “please Billy, please.”

He pulls away from you and your heart stops beating, did you do something wrong? He looks around the building and you just watch him. He’s unreadable; you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

Billy takes your hand and you follow him as he heads in the opposite direction that you came in and now you’re really confused.

You realize that he’s heading towards the bathroom and you still don’t know what to think. Is he going to smack you or something?

He pulls you into the men’s bathroom. The concrete floor is dotted with puddles of water, the walls are a dingy once-white color and the blue paint on the stalls chipping more with every second.

He pulls you into one of those stalls and before you can look into his face or ask him anything you’ve been pressed up against the cool metal with his lips roughly against yours. You can still hear the pounding beat of the music but now the dancing is replaced with hardcore grinding.

As the two of you kiss, you slide your hands up under his shirt, running the pads of your fingers over his shoulder blades as you spread your stance and lift your leg up slightly. He rolls his hips in short passes and you moan into his mouth, pulling him closer.

He pulls his hips back and yanks your belt open, pushing his hand down your front- causing you to gasp and choke on air. You’re so hard that you immediately start to fuck his hand, groans leaving your lips as fast as his hand is stroking your cock.

You push him backwards; making his back hit the other side of the stall and tug his belt open. You push his pants down his thighs and grip his cock. He squirms and moans as you pump him with a tight fist, his body nearly falling over as he tries to get his foot out of his pant leg.

Lifting your palm to his chin you grin, “Spit, babe.” He throws his head back as you push two fingers into him, his body tensing before he spits in your hand.

You coat your dick in his spit and watch as he grips onto the sturdy metal walls of the bathroom stall. You pick his thin body up, his arms flexing as he lifts himself up also.

You enter him in one harsh thrust. He moans and you watch his muscles fluttering underneath his skin. You kiss him before lifting him up and pulling him back down. You both moan this time and he lifts himself up, letting his body weight force you deeper inside him on the way down.

Your bodies slam together like they were out on the dance floor, now bare skin against bare skin.

His hands are sweaty and slipping from the walls but Billy lifts himself up and down as you slam into him hard, your actions not hidden from the general public in the least. Not with the way he moans.

You pick up your pace, grinning when you notice the change in pitch and number of his moans. He throws his head back once again, and you look up at him.

His eyes are closed and his mouth open, moaning like a banshee. The glitter that fell on the two of you earlier is catching in the dim, flickering light. It’s highlighting his pale skin, resting on his cheeks and down his neck. You want to run your hands all over his body but you can’t as you continue to lift up his body, fucking him hard into the stall wall.

Billy’s hand slips from the wall and he grips his cock. You watch as he jerks himself hard, his thin fingers gripping his dick and pumping in time with the thick bass beat of the music from the rave. You know he doesn’t realize he’s doing it but your eyes are stuck on his hand moving up and down his taught skin. When he’s about to cum you thrust deeper into him, watching him finally shudder and release against your skin, his bicep flexing as he grips the side of the wall one last time.

You listen to his gasping and moaning as you pound into him a last few times, his body still shaking and shuddering against yours. The music pounds loud in your ears as you finally come in him, your whole body shaking against his.

His body slumps against yours and now you’re the one holding the tops of the stall walls for support. You’re both panting as you stand in the cubicle, shirted chests pressed against each other with his breath hot on your neck. Your clothes are now sweaty and the glitter is sticking to your skin even more now, again giving his body a shimmer.

“Benji…” he whispers and you can hear him suck in the warm air and lick his lips. He kisses you before pulling back, “told you it’d be fun… that glow necklace looks good on you.”

=-=

the end.


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