[Benji and Billy have a playful fight over a remote, when Benji does something, how does Billy react? How does Joel fit in this?]
"Did you know that a giraffe's tongue is almost two feet long, Billy?" Benji asked me, sitting on the couch, next to a mini-mountain of mini candy bars.
"I did not know that." I acted like a kindergartner teacher.
"Well it's true. The candy says so." He said, shoving a Snickers bar in his mouth.
"The candy says so? Benji. Sorry to disapoint you, but candy doesn't talk." I said, settling myself on the floor, between his legs. I reached over for the remote, but he got to it first.
"I didn't say it talked to me now did I?" He said, defensively.
"Well what did you mean then?" I asked, reaching for the ramote that he had held just inches over my head. He quickly took it away as soon as I tried to grab for it.
"It says on the wrapper."
"Oh. Okay then." I said, reaching for it again.
"You want some?" He asked, shoving a half-eaten bar in my face.
"No, really, that's okay." I said, pushing it out of the way and grabbing for the ramote.
"Suit yourself." He said, eating it. I quickly grabbed for the ramote again, but he was too fast for me. I got up and attacked him for it.
He held it about an inch away from me, but the threw it to the other side of the room. I went to run for it, but he held onto my belt and then ran for it himself. He stood up on the couch and held it too far away from me. I got up on the couch next to him, and threw my weight on him to get it. We put too much weight on the back of the couch because it tipped back, which left us on the floor, scrambling for it. He pulled me back just as I had aproached it and went to grab it himself. He got it and laid down on his stomache, protecting it against his chest. I tipped him over and tried to pry it out of his fingers. No good. I grabbed his crotch tightly and he immeditly let go of it and yelped in pain and surprise.
"Haha." I grinned. I ran over to the tipped over couch. It was too heavy so I decided to leave it and sit on the loveseat. I turned on the TV and began watching MTV.
"Billy, you win." Benji gasped.
"Haha. You just want me to set it down so you can take it from me. Loser. I know your games." I said to him, curling up on the loveseat.
"No. Seriously you win. Now help me lift the couch up and we can watch what you wanna watch." He said, trying to stand up.
"Uh. Okay then." I said unsurely. "Just as a precaution." I said, as I stuffed the ramote down my pants.
I walked over to the couch and we lifted it to its right position.
"Now give me that remote!" He yelled, reaching his hand down my pants, which felt really awkward. I gasped as I felt his hand, er, "grab the wrong thing."
"Cold." I managed to get out as I felt the coldness of his hand.
"What the fuck was that huge noise? Oh. My. God." Joel came running downstairs.
Benji quickly pulled his hand out of my pants, holding the ramote. He quickly hid it behind his back and looked at Joel, with almost a look of worry on his face.
"Couch." He said simply.
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong." Joel repeated.
"N-Nothing happened. I swear." Benji said.
"You had your hand down his pants! Oh. I see what that big noise was now." He winked at us and walked into the kitchen.
"Joel! Uggh. You don't understand anything." Benji gave up and plopped down on the couch. I sat down next to him and yanked the ramote out of his hand.
"I deserve this." I laughed. He pouted but I just, sweetly, pushed his face a little, like nothing happened.
I love Benji. I really do. He's so loving, even though he's a little, er, reckless.
I sigh and curl up. He plays with my hair a little and sighs almost identically. I close my eyes as I hear our new music video for Hold On play. I look up just in time to see my own face staring back at me. I close my eyes again and let my head fall onto Benji's leg.
Of to dreamland for me again.
"I love you Benji." Billy said, in the middle of kisses.
"I love you too Billy." Benji smiled into the kiss and began sucking on Billy's neck.
"Beeennnjiii." Billy cooed. Benji was determained to make some sort of mark on Billy's neck.
When I wake up, I'm laying on my bed, with Joel standing next to me.
"You like Benji." He grined wildly.
"W-What? N-No I don't." I said, desperatly.
"Yes you do. Don't lie." He said, sitting down on my bed.
"H-How did I get up here?"
"Benji took you up. Now don't go changing the subject William. Do you like him or not?"
"I-I gotta g-go piss." I said, running into my bathroom and locking the door. "Oh. My. God." I whispered. I must have been moaning in my sleep. I sat down on the edge of my bathtub and thought about, well, Benji.
I was getting harder by the second. Next thing I know, I'm jerking off, whispering Benji's name. Is there something wrong with jerking off to your best friend!?
Okay. I admit. It's not the most normalist thing ever. But too bad. I've never been that "normal" to begin with.
I slowly straighten myself up, wipe away some sweat, and unlock the bathroom door. I open it to see Joel standing there.
"You really do like Benji!" He practically squeals in delight.
"Is it that easy to tell?" I ask, almost in shame.
"Sorta. After all, you moan his name when you're sleeping, by the way, that's not the first time you've moaned his name, and I could have sworn I just heard you say his name in there. Plus, I think you were just jacking off, am I right?" He says. Cocky ass basterd.
"Does he know?" I ask, hanging my head down low as I sit down on my bed. I run my hands through my hair.
"I don't think so. But I can find out if he likes you, if you want-"
"Don't you dare ask him anything!" I growl at him.
"Woah, okay there. Settle down boy. I was just wondering." He looked taken aback.
"Just don't say anything, okay?" I ask as calmly as I can.
"Okay, but I know where I can get an almost direct answer, without even talking to him." He teased me, looking around my room.
"Where." I ask, getting annoyed of his games.
"Oh no. I can't tell you. You might get mad." He played around, even though I really didn't want him to.
"Just tell me god damnit!" I'm so close to shouting, it's not even funny.
"In his journal." He smirked, walking out of my room and closing it behind him.
He has a journal? I never imagined Benji, of all people, would keep a journal. Yeah, I used to have one. Well, actually, I had about twenty of them, but I could never keep going with them. But Benji?
I might as well go to Joel and ask him whats up with it.
"Joel?" I ask as I enter the kitchen, thinking he would be in there.
"You know? I stand over a steaming hot stove, and you can't even get my name right." Benji pretended he was a woman. He threw down a towle and turned around. I automatically cracked up. He had on an apron with a woman's bare chest on it.
"Benji. Take that stupid thing off." I managed to get off between laughs.
"You do not think I have big boobs?" He laughed, pretending to push his "boobs" up.
I could only shake my head.
"You hate my boobs! You don't think my boobs are big! You hate me! You probably think I'm fat too! Is that it? Am I fat?" He pretended to cry. Just then, Joel entered the kitchen, grabbed an apple and gave us both a strange look.
"I don't wanna know." He shook his head and held up his hand as a signal for us to not even explain. He left without saying another word, and, both Benji and I, cracked up.
"Whacha cookin'?" I asked, trying to open the stove. He quickly slammed it shut before I could see anything.
"Secret." He hissed, looking around like he was afraid someone would see whatever's in it.
"Er. Okay then. I'm gonna go talk to Joel." I said, trying to sneak a peak in the stove again. He slammed it shut, just like he did before.
"Okay." He said. He nodded to me and I went to go find Joel.
I found him laying down on his bed, throwing an apple up and catching it.
"W-Where is it?" I asked him, leaning against the doorframe.
"Under his TV." He said, obviously knowing what I was talking about. He never stopped throwing and catching his apple. I lifted up Benji's TV and found a small, black, journal laying there.
"This isn't right, you know." I said, just looking at the cover.
"So." He says simply.
"So? How would you like it if someone went through your journal?"
"I don't have a journal."
"But if you did."
"But I wouldn't."
"Well, hypatheticly speaking, if you were to have one, what would you say if someone went through it?"
"I wouldn't care because it would be empty." I grabbed his apple from the air and threw it at him.
"You know what I mean!" I laughed.
"Just do it and don't tell Benji." He shrugged. I shook my head and decided I got this far, I might as well go all the way.
I opened the front cover and for about the next three pages, they were covered in just doodles. Most were owls or closed fists with spiked bracelets on them, but one caught my eye. A crow, sitting on a man's shoulder.
"Looks like you, doesn't it?" Joel read my mind.
"Kinda." I said. I admit, it looks a hell of a lot like me.
"Just skip the first four pages, they're just about how he's so bored, and that I keep throwing stuff at him. The fifth page is about you though." He said, lacing his hands together at the back of his head.
I counted off four pages and froze at the fifth one. I know I shouldn't be reading this. It's so wrong.
"Just read it already! You'll probably like it." He smirked.
"When did he write this?"
"Today." He said, the smirk still on his face.
"O-Okay." I stuttered and started to read it.
Today, Journal, my prayer was answered. You may ask, "what was your prayer Benjamin?"
Billy was my prayer. I love it when he acts so cute. He was acting just like a kitten today, pawing at the ramote.
And then. The Gods opened up to me and granted my wish. He shoved it down his pants (the ramote) and, I went in.
Now, you're saying, that's just sick. But actually, I swear I didn't mean to grab it. It was an accident, I swear.
What did I grab?
Haha. You gotta be kidding me.
Do I need to go into detail about it? Lets hope not, but, well, you know my mind.
Heaven. Pure Heaven. It was perfect, I swear it was. Those ten long seconds of my life.
My eyes widened, but I felt very turned on.
"That's where it stops. I didn't find anything else. So, Billy, I see you're prayer has been answered too." I looked over at Joel, and that same smirk.
"I guess it has." I smiled and set back the journal.
"Hey guys. Dinner's ready." Benji said, appearing in his and Joel's room. I had put the journal back just in time.
"Okay Benj." Joel said. He tossed the apple to Benji and got up. Benji then tossed the apple to me and stood next to me.
I looked at the apple, but my eyes just didn't focus. Benji really likes me, and I really like him. Doesn't this mean something? Fuck, I can't think of a single thing to say or do.
"So." I said, throwing the apple from hand to hand.
"Wanna get going then?"
"S-Sure." Now or never Billy. Just do it. One. Two. Three.
Before Benji could leave, I quickly placed my lips to his, not harshly, just enough.
Come on Benji. Push me away. Call me a stupid fuck. I'm ready for it.
Nothing like that happened though. What did happen though, is he acknowleged the kiss by placing his hand gracefully on the back of my head and began to get passionite in the kiss. I put my hand on his lower back and gently pushed it twards me.
I swear, my knees felt that they could give way at any second, but something was keeping me up.
I put my hand on the back of his head, but it just got caught in the middle of his moehawk. Graceful, Billy, graceful.
He smiled into the kiss and opened his eyes a little bit.
"S-Sorry" I mumbled.
"Shh. Don't talk." He said. He pulled me closer to him and moved my hand, that was now in the middle of his moehawk, to the back of his neck.
"BENJI! DINNER!" I heard Joel whine. Benji laughed and pressed his forehead against mine.
"Can we finish this later?" He asked me.
"Of course." I smiled.
"Be down in a second Joel!" He yelled to him, "C'mon. We better get down there befor Joel starts screaming that he's starv-"
"BENJI! I'M FUCKING STARVING! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!"
"That." He laughed and I pulled him to a hug. "Wha-?" He looked a little taken aback, but then hugged me softly.
"You don't realize how long I've waited to get in this position." I said, pulling away from him.
"I have some sort of idea." He grinned.
"I-I read your journal." I said, my smile fadding now.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Your journal. I read it." I said, trying to get as blunt as I could.
"Billy? I don't have a journal." He said, looking confused.
"Then how did I read it?"
"I dunno. You must have read something else, because I swear I don't have one."
"Well then, who's is this?" I asked, lifting up his TV and taking the journal out. I handed it to him and his eyes got really serious.