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A/N: Okay, I’m writing this ‘cause Jayme says if I don’t I can’t read anymore of her slash. And this would result in like…death! So, Onward write!

Billy smiled to himself, walking out of his bedroom on the way to the kitchen. Thinking about previous events of the day, he didn’t notice himself walk clear past the kitchen and closer to Benji’s door.

He caught himself before entering his room, finding that the door had been left wide open. Billy stood there for a moment, realizing Benji was very much asleep before breaking out into a grin. Hmm, he thought, maybe it’s my turn…

Sneaking quietly into the bedroom, Billy tiptoed over to the bed next to Benji. He smirked at how Benji barely had the blankets on top of him at all, making this even easier. Billy suppressed a giggle as he started to pull the blankets down to the foot of the bed; stopping occasionally to make sure Benji hadn’t woken up.

Getting the blankets off, Billy looked Benji up and down, who happened to not be wearing a shirt. Billy let his gaze linger a little, biting his lip happily, before leaning in and unbuckling Benji’s belt.

He started humming quietly, considering how hard pants stealing was and all. He started to unbutton the pair of black dickies Benji had failed to change out of. Billy finished unbuttoning and started pulling them off, very slowly as not to wake Benji.

Once he has the pants off, he let himself let out a quiet, yet triumphant ‘ha-ha!’ before starting his tiptoe back out of the room. Billy smirks and makes his way to his bedroom to hide the pants. Tucking them safely under his pillow, he makes his way back towards the kitchen, where he originally was supposed to have gone.

He opens the fridge, still smirking, and leans in, looking for a soda. While leaning in, he fails to notice a certain pants less person run past him. Benji, who had woken up shortly after Billy had left his room, knew exactly who’d taken his pants. He made his way into Billy’s room, grinning insanely.

Billy takes nothing, deciding he really wasn’t very thirsty and headed back towards his room, smiling happily. He stops when he notices his doors open more than it was before. He narrows his eyes and jumps quickly into his room, catching Benji off guard.

Benji, who’d been searching under the bed, looked up when he heard Billy, hitting his head on the bottom of the bed. “Oww…” He mutters, tiredly, standing up. Billy fought back a smile, as he suddenly realizes Benji’s wearing nothing but his navy blue boxers. “Give me the pants…” Benji says slowly, as if speaking to a small child. “Or do I have to take you hostage again.” He says, nodding slowly. He walks closer to Billy, “I may have to tie you up, too.”

Billy smirks, “No, no, no…” He takes a step closer to Benji, “You’d be –my- hostage this time. I’m in charge now. Payback!” He says, all the while trying not to laugh. Benji narrows his eyes, “Not if I don’t actually want to put my pants back on.” He says, smirking seductively.

Billy takes a deep breath, trying to think of something to say in response that would show Benji why he was the hostage. He thought for a moment, but couldn’t really get past what he could –do- to Benji if he were his hostage…

“Oh…well, err…okay.” He says, stumbling over his words. He took another deep breath, looking up at Benji, who was grinning at him, “Does this mean you’re my hostage again?” He says, taking a step closer to Billy.

Billy suddenly shakes his head, “No! I don’t think so.” He says sounding a little annoyed. “You’re MY hostage.” He said, stepping forward and kissing Benji harshly. He let his hands wrap around his waist tightly, bringing him even closer. He let his tongue trace over Benji’s lower lip, before pushing against them, forcing them open. He continued kissing Benji for a moment, before pulling back, finding them both breathless.

“Oh god…” Benji muttered flippantly. “I…being your hostage is kind of cool.” He said, flushed, and started pulling away. Billy smiled widely, letting Benji back away a bit before walking right next to him again, closer this time. He pushed Benji down on the bed, following closely behind him, straddling his hips. “We’re not done yet…” Billy said, in a tone suggesting they wouldn’t be for a while.

Billy leaned down, nipping lightly at Benji’s throat, leaving small red marks, some that might still be there tomorrow. He let his hands start running up and down his sides, before feeling Benji’s arms start to try and go under his shirt. Billy quickly pulled back, stopping Benji from trying to push his hands any further under the T-shirt. Billy took hold of Benji’s hands, pulling them above his head.

“Remember?” Billy asked, his voice a little breathy, but still slightly dominating, “I’m in charge.” He started kissing his way down Benji’s chest, biting down every so often, sometimes a little harder than usual. Billy then let his fingers run along the edge of the waistband on Benji’s boxers. He looked up at Benji, who had his head rolled back, and his mouth open to help control his labored breathing. Billy smirked, and started to slowly pull down the boxers.

Benji slowly let his eyes fall open, “Billy…” He breathed quietly, “Billy…I…” He starts, but stops and moans instead as Billy pulls the boxers down and starts grinding into him slowly, through the pants Billy was wearing. “Oh god, Billy…” Muttered Benji between ragged breaths, slowly letting his voice rise. Billy smirks lightly at this, letting the grinding slowly quicken, his grip on Benji’s wrists tightening. “Billy…I, I want…I want you…” He says, getting impossibly harder. “What do you want Benji? Tell me…” Billy says, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Benji groans loudly, pushing himself closer onto Billy, “I want…I want you naked. I want…I want you to…” Billy slows, pulling his T-shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor, never taking his hand off of Benji’s wrists. “You want me to what…?” Billy asks in-between kisses on the skin around Benji’s lower stomach.

“I…I, I want you to…” Benji starts, afraid to say it, and almost at a loss for words. Billy continues kissing the skin around Benji’s stomach, and starts grinding again, waiting for Benji’s answer. “Oh god…” He hears a semi-shocked voice whisper. Thinking it’s Benji, Billy looks back up at him, afraid that he might want to stop. “Fuckin’ Jesus…” He hears in the same voice. Billy’s eyes widen and he looks behind him, not moving off of Benji, who still had his eyes closed, moaning quietly. Billy looks up and meets the eyes of Joel. He suddenly freezes, Oh, fuck…He thinks to himself.

“Billy…” Benji starts, wishing he had his hands to pull Billy back closer to him. Billy shoots Joel a pleading look, and turns back to Benji, “Yeah?” He asks, glad that even if Benji opened his eyes, right now Billy would be blocking the view. “Billy…Don’t stop…Harder…” Benji says, his breathing slowing a little. Billy complies, and starts grinding, faster this time. He turns to the best of his ability, considering how close he was to cumming right now, towards Joel. Billy bites his lips, afraid of how Joel would react.

Joel nods slowly, so this explained the whole tied to the chair thing this morning…He thought. “Uhh…” He says, kind of uncomfortable but not really wanting to leave. Billy continues to look at Joel, almost begging, “Don’t say anything.” He mouths. “Please.” Joel nods again, slowly, agreeing not to say anything, but still not leaving the room.

Billy, being thankful for what he could get, turned back towards Benji, who was breathing even heavier than before, “Billy…?” He’d been asking, “Yeah? Benji?” Billy asked, his breathing also heavy. “Billy? Will you? Uhh…Will you…” Billy listens to Benji, licking his lips and kissing his chest lightly, “Will I what…?” Billy asks, his voice more caring than anything. Benji takes a deep breath, or as deep as he could, “Will you fuck me Billy?”

Billy hears his own breath catch, as well as Joel’s behind him. Joel, not knowing if he was welcomed, continued to watch, quite interested, but not really sure why. “Umm… Are you sure?” Billy asked, hesitant. Benji, his breathing still ragged, nodded, “Yeah, please Billy…” Benji said, his voice soft. Billy nodded and looked back at Joel, who just gulped in answer, “Okay. I…Okay Benji.” Billy said, still sounding really unsure, especially with Joel in the room.

Billy let go of Benji’s hands, not sure of what to do next. He bit his lip, not admitting he was a little scared, even to himself. He’d never been with a guy before. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when Benji started unbuttoning his pants, slowly. In fact, he didn’t notice until Benji had them almost past his knees. He then looked up at Benji, who was smiling back at him. Billy let himself smile a little, trying not to blush. This was the closest he’d ever, in his entire life, been to a guy, and he really liked it.

Benji started letting his hands work there way into Billy’s boxers, glad to have his hands back. He pushed the boxers off too and then let his arms wrap around Billy. “Well…” Benji started, trying to hint his way back under Billy, “Will you…?” Billy nodded, capturing Benji’s mouth in a deep kiss, not letting him continue what he was going to ask, partly because he couldn’t wait any longer, and party because he knew what was coming. Billy pulled away and let himself be pulled further onto the bed, and next to Benji, who had turned onto his back.

He took a deep breath and positioned himself closer to Benji’s entrance, “You know this is going to hurt?” Billy asked worriedly. Benji nodded, “I know. I’ll be alright.” Billy licked his lips, and bit down on the bottom one. He reached down and pushed one finger slowly into Benji. He pressed further until he heard Benji’s breath catch, Billy looked up to see Benji wince. “You okay?” He asked quickly. Benji nodded, pushing himself closer to Billy, who in return stuck another finger in, stretching him.

Benji moans, “Harder…” He mutters as loudly as he could between breaths. Joel takes a couple deep breaths, still wondering why the fuck he was here, and why he was kind of liking it. Billy takes his fingers out, and positions his cock right outside Benji’s opening. He took a deep breath and then slowly started pushing into him. Billy pushed harder as Benji’s breathing quickened.

Benji gasped as Billy came within him, coming seconds after and rolling over onto the bed. He opened his eyes, for the first time in awhile and looked around the room, feeling a little dizzy. He looked at the ceiling and then from the left to the right before his eyes fell on Joel. “Joel!” He shouted, making Billy look up as well who was mentally cursing himself.

Pulling away from Billy quickly, Benji pulled a blanket around his waist, not looking away from his brother. “Joel! What the fuck?” Benji says, seeming quite disturbed by the whole situation. “Uhh…” Joel stammers, “I, uh, you see, I…I have to go to the kitchen.” He said, nodding drastically and bolting from the room. Benji looks from the door, back to Billy, who’d covered himself with a blanket as well, to the floor, and then back to Billy again. Billy shrugs, looking kind-of worried about what was going to happen.

Benji smiles slightly, moving to sit next to Billy again. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, “It could have been worse.” Benji says, smiling a little bigger at Billy. Billy, who can’t help smiling back, looks into Benji’s eyes, “Yeah, it could have been.” Said Billy, before Benji leaned in, kissing him lightly. “You know? I’m really glad I didn’t find my pants.”