Suffice to say I caught him a little off-guard. "W-what?"

I nuzzle my face into his neck and chose a spot close to the base of his neck before I start sucking. He groans, then stops me. "Joel, if Tony finds out..."

I sigh and pull away from him, and he spots the hurt in my eyes in an instant. He reaches out for me but I turn around so my back faces him. I don't want to cause him any grief, I just don't want him to see the tears welling up in my eyes, because some part of me is sure that this beautiful, wonderful man belongs not to me, but to Tony Lovato. After a few seconds, though, I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he pulls my back close against his chest, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Sorry, Joel, I'm sorry," he murmurs, kissing my jawline once, "I'm just scared. I don't know what he'll do to you if he catches us together..."

I turn around and meet his gaze, placing my hands firmly on his shoulders. "Benji, I don't care what he does. I love you. I want to be with you."

He shifts his gaze, staring past me rather than at me, eyes glazing over. "Well, I care, Joel," his voice cracks, "I care if he finds out about this and comes after you. If... if he... if you... I can't live without you."

My lips find his in a brief, soft kiss, and I press my forehead against his. "You said he'd be a couple of hours, right?"

He smiles a little bit. "Yeah. At least."

I lower my hands to his chest and slowly begin to unbutton his shirt, my eyes never leaving his. He doesn't try to stop me or even say anything, just rests his hands on my waist. I smile when I spot my name, tattooed over his heart, and I trace the letters with my index finger slowly. Then I slip my hands under the shoulders of his shirt and push it off of him, leaning in so my lips are next to his ear. "If you really want me to stop, just say so."

He shakes his head and begins fumbling for the zip on my hoodie, yanking it down and pulling it off in one seemingly fluent movement. He chuckles a little when he spots the Rancid t-shirt I'm wearing underneath. "Hey, that's mine!"

I grin and kiss his lips. "Oh, as if you're not wearing my boxers."

I'm not lying - I can see them poking out the top of his loose-fitting Dickies. He must've been wearing them when we stayed in Baltimore. He's always stealing my boxers and socks. No matter how much I complain about it, he won't stop. you'd think that when you have as much money as he does, he'd be able to buy his own damn boxers. "Your boxers are always comfier than mine, for some reason."

I laugh as he tugs at the hem, and I raise my arms so he can pull his shirt over my head. He pouts. "No 'Benji' tattoo."

"I'll get one," I promise as I lean in to press my lips hard against his again.

His response is eager and immediate as he rolls his tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission. I open my mouth and meet his tongue with my own, running it over his lip rings and savouring the taste of steel that sends shivvers down my spine. Without even thinking about it, my hands have started working at his belt, but after I've fumbled around for a while and not really gotten anywhere, he pushes my hands away and undoes the ultra-complicated clasp himself, before quickly getting rid of my own simple one. He gently begins pushing me backwards, not breaking our kiss, and when the back of my legs meet with the bed I wrap my arms around his waist and lay back, pulling him down on top of me.

I arch my back, rubbing my erection against his own, and he groans softly into my mouth. He starts grinding back against me, and with his hardness pressed into my groin, it takes all my restraint to stop myself from creaming right there. Luckily, he stops after a little while and undoes my fly, pushing my Dickies down to my knees. I kick them off and reach for his own, only to discover that he's already taken care of it for me. I whimper as his lips lose contact with mine, and he begins to kiss a line down my neck and chest. His thumbs hook under the elastic of my boxers, but he doesn't pull them off yet. He lips keep moving down onto my stomach and he kisses in a little circle around my bellybutton. My cock twitches as his lips move closer and closer to my groin, and he finally tugs my boxers down, freeing it from its confines.

His hand cups my balls and he runs his tongue up the length of my shaft, swirling it around my head. "Oh, God," I whisper, "Benji..."

Then his warm, moist lips are wrapped around me and his hand grips the base of my cock, rubbing back and forth the tiniest bit as he impales himself on me. I let out a long groan of pleasure as his lip rings rake up my length, and I bury my hands in his hair, trying desperately not to push. He looks up and his eyes lock onto mine as his mouth works its magic, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. His head bobs up and down on my shaft, but his dark brown eyes are unmoving.

Suddenly, I feel a stirring deep inside me. "Shit, Benji, stop," he ignores me, "stop!"

He pulls away abruptly, looking surprised and a little confused. "What? Did my piercings hurt you?"

I shake my head. "No, I was about to come."

He laughs and shuffles his way up so his head is level with mine. "That was kinda the idea, babe."

I rub my nose gently on his. "Well, I don't wanna 'til you're making love to me."

He smiles and lowers his lips onto mine, lingering for a couple of seconds. "Alright. I'll be right back."

He climbs off of me but I grab onto his hand, whining. "Where you goin'?"

He chuckles. "I need something for lube. I was planning on hurting you as little as possible."

I nod, but pout. "Hurry up then."

He scampers off into the bathroom, returning moments later with one of those hotel shampoo bottles. He climbs back on top of me and I get to work on his boxers straight away, tugging them to his knees to reveal his beautiful hard-on. I have a mole on my cheek that Benji doesn't have - I think God just moved it somewhere less visible on him. He kicks them off and opens the bottle, coating his fingers in the substance. "You sure you want this, Joel?"

I sigh in exasperation. "Yeah. Like now!"

His lips meet mine again as he presses a finger into me, wrapping his other arm around my waist to hold me close. I try as hard as I can to relax my muscles, and slowly they adjust to the intrusion. I guess he feels me relax, because he pushes a second finger into me, and my forehead wrinkles as the first wave of pain hits me - but I know this is nothing compared to what it's going to be like in a minute or two. I fight my body's impulse to tense up desperately. I pull my lips away from my brother's and take a couple of deep breaths, and manage to overcome the urge. His fingers pump back and forth inside me a few times, and I groan in anticipation. "Benji, hurry up, please."

The smirk on his face is unmistakable. Fucking tease. He pulls his fingers out of me and I feel empty as he spreads the shampoo up his shaft, making sure it's in my line of sight. My tongue flicks out over my lips as I watch hungrily, and then he's lowered his body onto mine, lining himself up with my entrance. "Joel, I'm going to ask you one more time-"

"Just do it."

He pushes an inch or so into me and I grunt, mostly in pain. He stops and holds himself there, giving me time to adjust. I've gotten fairly good at fighting the urge to tighten up, though, and it's only a few seconds before I give him the nod.

He begins to slowly pump into me, getting deeper inside me with each thrust. He lowers his lips to my ear and nips at my earlobe once before he starts murmuring huskily. "God, Joel, you're so tight... feels like you're made for me..."

I arch my back as the pain disintegrates, leaving only the tingle of blissful pleasure behind. Then he finally pushes his entire length into me, filling me up, and I moan, running my tongue over his own earlobe. "Feels so good, Benj," I whisper, "faster..."

He obliges, thrusting faster into me, and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming. This doesn't work, though, when he hits my prostate. "Fuck! Benji!"

He presses his lips hard against mine, presumably to silence me, but can't keep it up for long as he starts grunting my own name. "God, Joel... Joel..."

I lift my hips to meet his with every thrust, and he takes the hint and speeds up even more, grinding hard into me every time our bodies meet with a slap. With each thrust he's buried deeper inside me than anyone before has ever managed, and every time he hits that spot inside me I see stars. My twin's body pressing into my own, his hot breath on my neck, and the feeling of him filling me completely is the most incredible feeling I've ever imagined. My hand creeps down and grips my own erection, but he immediately bats it away, and I let his own strong hand wrap around it. He starts pumping my cock in time with his thrusts, with are getting faster and harder every time, and I let out a long groan. "Benj, gonna come..."

He nods his head and strokes me a few more times before I spill out all over his chest and stomach. He looks down at the mess I've made for a second and then nips at my collarbone with his teeth. "Nearly there, Joel."

I grind into him as hard as I can, and he grunts out my name one last time before he explodes inside me, squeezing his eyes shut as I tighten my muscles around him. He pushes in and out a few more times until he's spent, and then collapses on top of me. We wrap our arms tightly around each other, panting in time. I kiss him all over - his shoulder, his neck, his face; wherever I can reach.

When he's caught his breath enough, he lifts his head and presses his lips against mine in a slow, soft kiss. Not the needy, passionate way we were kissing before, but I loving, gentle kiss that starts tingling in my lips and then spreads quickly throughout my whole body, making me warm inside. I open my eyes as he pulls away, and he's looking down at me with the smallest of smiles on his face. I know that tiny smile means more than any of his big stupid grins. "I love you so much, Joel."

I nod and kiss him again, keeping my eyes on him. "Love you too," then I lift my head, "what's the time?"

He looks at the clock over his shoulder. "Shit. Six-thirty."

I groan and hug him tighter, and he returns it. His voice trembles slightly as he continues. "I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to g-"

I freeze mid-sentence as I hear the sound of a key in the lock. Benji rolls off of me, scrambling for sheets to cover our naked bodies - Benji's is still covered in my come - and we both stare in shock and horror as Tony walks into the room. "Babe, I'm ba-"

He stops in the doorway, staring at the pair of us, and my brother grips my hand in his and whispers softly. "No matter what, I love you, and this was perfect," he murmurs as Tony takes a step towards us, rage clear in his eyes.