Punk'd
Ashton pointed out the cameras. All eight of them. “Okay, so Billy and Paul are gonna walk through that door—Chris, you’re gonna lead them in—and you two are gonna be sitting right here, close but not too close, y’know what I mean?” Benji nodded. This was going to be good. It was about damn time “Punk’d” got to them. He’d been a big fan of the show since its first episode, but was afraid he’d get punked himself. Luckily, Ashton had approached him and Joel before anything happened to them.They had sat and talked for a while about how to punk their bandmates. It couldn’t be something that had already been done on the show, because they knew all the tricks. They’d watched every episode right along with Benji and Joel. The three of them had sat in Ashton’s MTV office for more than an hour when it finally came to Joel. “Fucking twincest,” he had said quietly, making Benji laugh hysterically and Ashton look at them in a confused manner. Joel explained: “There are these sick, twisted little girls out there who like to write stories about Benji and me, um… doing things that aren’t exactly legal to each other.”“Sexy illegal things,” Benji added. Ashton bit his lip and was silent for a moment.“Okay. This can work, if you guys are up to it.”“Hell, yeah,” Joel said, almost too eagerly. He looked at Benji out of the corner of his eye. He could see the smirk forming on his lips. A week later, here they were, ready to punk the pants off Billy and Paul. They decided not to punk Chris because…well, they didn’t want it to seem like the twins versus the lesser-known band members. “You ready for this?” Joel asked, nudging Benji. Benji nodded, that smirk on his lips once more. Ashton gave them a thumbs-up before leaving the room to head off to god-knows-where to monitor the whole scene. They were at Joel’s house in Washington, D.C. so he could only assume they had a van or something parked around the block. Joel took a seat on the couch and Benji sat down right next to him, their knees touching. Chris looked at them, shook his head, then left the room to collect the bass player and the guitarist.Benji and Joel sat there in silence for a moment, knowing full well the cameras were rolling. They couldn’t do anything to each other…yet. After a few minutes the door opened, Chris leading the way. The smirk disappeared from Benji’s face. It was game time. Chris took a seat on the couch across from the twins, and Billy sat next to him, Paul practically on top of the arm rest on the opposite end of the couch. “Hey, guys. It was really cool of you to come over on such short notice. I know we called you like ten minutes ago. Sorry. Point is, Joel and I, uh, we have a really important announcement to make,” Benji said quickly and quietly. He could just imagine the cameras zooming in on their faces right now, capturing their reactions.“Uh, yeah,” Joel said, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t put up his ‘hawk today. “We decided that we should…that we should break up the band.” Dead silence in the room. Billy’s jaw dropped. Paul stopped examining his fingernails. Chris looked up suddenly. They hadn’t said that in rehearsal…then he realized that this was just part of the act. He continued to look surprised, though.“Are you fucking serious?” Billy asked after a very long pause. Joel sighed, rested a hand on Benji’s knee, and watched the expression on Billy’s face. He was still in shock.“…Yeah,” Joel whispered.“Fuck you.” That was Paul. “This is our fucking band. You can’t just tell us that we’re gonna fucking break it up. As much as you think you’re in charge, you can’t do shit like that without talking to us first.” Benji’s eyes widened. Paul’s comment hurt. They didn’t think they were in charge…“We’re kidding, you asses. We’re gonna stay together until one of us dies. In which case, we’ll just get someone to replace you,” Benji joked, and Billy relaxed visibly. It was like his body deflated. He fell back on the couch, saying how much he hated them for pulling shit like this. “No, but really, we have something to tell you,” Benji said, watching Billy’s eyes settle on Joel’s hand on his knee. Paul had been staring at it for a while. Chris continued to look nonchalant about everything. Paul opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. Joel fought to hold back a smile.“You know how people like to write about us on the internet?” Joel asked, slowly moving his hand up Benji’s thigh. He watched Paul’s eyes following his hand. Billy noticed this movement too. Benji shifted closer to Joel. “There’s a reason why they write. They like to imagine us…together.”“Like, kissing and fucking and shit,” Benji piped up, reaching his arm up and over so that it was on Joel’s shoulders. He could see the confusion in their bandmates’ eyes.“What we had to tell you,” Joel continued, tracing a finger up and down Benji’s leg now, his hand edging ever closer to the crotch of his twin’s pants, “was that not everything they write isn’t true.”“Wait…what?” Chris asked, playing along. Billy’s jaw dropped again. Paul simply kept staring.“What Joel means is…um,” Benji giggled.“Don’t you dare fucking say it’s true,” Billy threatened. “You do, I am fucking walking out the door.”Chris looked over at Billy. “Are you serious? Is really that big of a problem?” Billy nodded his head almost violently. “Dude…they’ve been like this since I’ve known them. They love each other.”“Longer than that,” Joel muttered under his breath, his hand lingering on Benji’s crotch. He forgot the cameras were on… Paul took one look at where Joel’s hand was, stood up, and stormed out of the room. “Billy, you’re my best friend. This is important to me. Are you cool with this?” Joel asked as Benji somehow worked his way closer to Joel, his head now resting on his shoulder.“You knew about this?” a stunned Billy asked Chris, finally tearing his eyes from the twins.“Yeah, I thought you two already did. It’s so obvious.” Benji had to admit Chris was a very good actor. He also had to admit Joel’s hand had given him a hard-on. He bit the inside of his cheek, knowing Joel knew what he was doing.“You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking,” Billy pleaded, his eyes flashing from Joel to Benji and back again. Joel smiled right at Billy before he leaned over and began kissing Benji. It was a soft, closed-mouth kiss at first, but it soon escalated into a real kiss. Benji threw a glance at the remaining members of Good Charlotte seated on the couch. Chris was staring at the logo on his t-shirt…Billy was trying not to dry heave. Just then, Paul walked back in the room.“Haha, real funny guys, way to fuck with us…” he said before his eyes locked on the sight of Joel sticking his tongue down Benji’s throat. “That is fucking wrong! And illegal! Holy shit, what the hell is wrong with you two?!” he started screaming. Billy leaped off the couch and ran for the door. He stopped suddenly when a familiar face appeared in the doorway, blocking his exit.Joel broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Hey, Ashton,” he said, waving.“You guys just got SO punked,” Ashton laughed, walking over to where Joel and Benji were (Benji trying to hide a throbbing erection). “Good job, Chris.” He high-fived the drummer and Billy and Paul threw death glares at him.“You were in on this?” Paul asked. Chris grinned and nodded; Paul took off his shoe and chucked it at his head.“Dude, it was just a joke!” Chris yelled, rubbing the sore spot on his head.“I really do hate you guys,” Billy muttered, unable to hold back a grin. It was a grin that said that “Yes, you just made a total ass of me, good job.” A few minutes later, they played back the tape for the band and Benji and Joel started laughing their asses off.“Look at your faces!” Joel said, pointing at the screen. “Priceless.” Good Charlotte hung out with Ashton and the rest of the “Punk’d” crew for a while before they headed out. Benji and Joel thanked Chris once again for being in on it with them and soon they were alone; Paul and Billy still could not believe they had been tricked like that.“Are you gonna finish what you started?” Benji asked, lying down on the couch. Joel looked confused for a moment before Benji began to rub himself. Then Joel grinned before climbing on top of Benji, his lips meeting his brother’s once more…
A few weeks later, Ashton called Benji on the phone. “Here’s what happened,” he began, and Benji could tell by the tone in his voice this wasn’t going to be good. “I showed the tape of your punk to the execs and they said there was no way in hell we could ever air it because it would almost definitely offend people.”“That’s why we did it!” Benji exclaimed. “You mean I fucking made out with my twin brother for nothing?”Ashton sighed. “I guess so.”“Well, could I at least have a copy of the tape?” Benji asked, trying to hold back his moans as Joel licked up and down his cock.“Sure, I’ll mail it to you. We’ll figure out something else. Maybe you and Christina.”“Okay. Later.” Benji slammed down the phone. “Fuck, Joel, why do you do this to me?“”Cuz I love you,” he said, his fingers trailing down Benji’s naked thighs.“You mean it? It’s not a punk?” He gasped as Joel took him into his mouth. He didn’t need a verbal answer. He knew what he needed to know. The answer was a definite yes.
