I wince. It's such a tempting proposition, but I promised Paul I wouldn't say anything. "That's really not my place to tell."

Benji narrows his eyes in suspicion. He's reading into my thoughts, and for once in my life I wish he wasn't my twin brother. I swear he can read me better than I can read him. "It has something to do with you," he says in a soft, hurt voice, "you're supposed to tell me everything, Joel. Were you screwing around with him or something?"

I laugh out loud, then realize his question was dead serious. I gape at him for a moment in disbelief. "No, I wasn't."

He sticks his bottom lip out in the most seductive, tantalizing way, and he looks down at me with those damn puppy-dog eyes he's used against me since we were kids. It's funny, our eyes are exactly identical, but he's always been able to use them so much more expressively. "You know, Joel," his hand tugs at my white dress shirt, untucking it, "I hate it when you keep things from me.

So now he's using my all-too-apparent lust and my guilt against me. He knows exactly how to manipulate me. I groan as he slowly grinds into me, keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time. "I promised," I mumble weakly, but we both know I'm crumbling.

"You can do anything you want to me," he murmurs, nipping mt my earlobe, "anything."

The possibilities running through my mind are endless, and some of them are almost erotic enough to make me cream myself right here and now. I wish I could, and then I'd be able to keep myself from caving. Instead, I can only squeak out a single, high-pitched word. "Anything?"

He chuckles, nodding. "Your wish is my command."

Okay, so I'm selling out on one of my best friends for sex, I know, but I'm beyond the point of caring. I mean, it's sex with Benji. And I get to be in control. Besides, I know Benji won't say a word to anyone about it. "Paul's in love with me," I blurt out, and he pulls away so quickly that you'd think I'd burned him.

For a few long seconds, only shock registers on his face, and he pushes his back against the car door and sits down on my ankles, which isn't entirely comfortable. His hands seem to quake for a moment as what I've just told him finally sinks in. "What?"

I sigh. I'd expected him to just laugh it off. "He told me when you were in hospital. That was why he ran out when he saw us together."

I sit up, tugging my feet out from underneath him as he lifts a hand and drags his fingers through his hair, briefly smoothing the worry lines that have formed across his forehead. "And he actually said, 'I'm in love with you'? I mean," he sighs, unable to look at me, "it wasn't just 'I have feelings for you'?"

I shake my head slowly. "He said, 'I'm in love with you'."

He's dead silent, and he still won't look at me, so I reach for his hand and shake it gently to get his attention. "Hey," I murmur softly, "what's the matter? I'm with you, not Paul. I only want to be with you."

His gaze finally shifts to meet with mine, and I can't help but smile. Cocky, self-assured Benji-fucking-Madden is actually jealous. The expression in his eyes is one that I haven't seen on his face in years - not since high school, when I dated the preppy girl who Benji secretly liked, although he never admitted it. "I know," he mumbles, "but I just can't believe someone else could feel this way about you."

He leans forward and pulls me into his strong embrace as I laugh. "Why's that so hard to imagine? I'm not that horrible, am I?"

His husky laughter fills my ears and he kisses my cheek gruffly, almost possessively. "That's not what I meant," he mutters, touching his nose on mine, "I'm meant to be the only one who loves you like this. You're my Joel."

A cocky smile plays at the corners of my lips as I supress the urge to mention the millions of teenage girls who seem to think that I'm their Joel, and that they'd kill to love me like Benji does. Sounds arrogant, but hey, if it's not the truth there are a lot of liars on those GC message boards. "Benj, no one will ever love me like you do," I push him so his back's against the car door and climb into his lap, "no one else can have this connection with me. You're part of me. No one could ever love me as much as you do."

He draws a line down my chest with his index finger, stopping at the point of my tie. The self-confident smirk is slowly restoring itself. "So... about that deal we had..."

I feign ignorance. "Whatever could you be talking about, young Benjamin?"

He growls and goes to shove me onto my back, but I shove against him harder, holding him by his shoulders in place up against the car door. "Nuh uh," I murmur, my breath tickling his lips, "we're doing this my way."

Desire fills his eyes as they flutter shut, antipating my lips on his. I gently part his lips with my tongue, discovering it's a little different kissing him now, without all his lip rings in. I take both his hands and put them on his head, and he gets the message and keeps them there when I let go. Then I have one hand working at pulling off his tie while the other goes to work on his fly - thankfully he has no super-complex belt on today. He grunts into my mouth as my hand moves so close to the bulge in his pants, and he tries to lift his hips to change the angle and give him some contact. I hold him down and pull my lips off of his. "Be patient, babe," I nip at the soft flesh of his throat, "we made a deal."

He nods, panting and groaning already, and I know he's going to be really, really vocal. I shuffle my way down his body as I pull his suit pants off, deliberately brushing my cheek against his erection on my way down. I tug off his shoes while I'm down there, then shimmy my way back up into his lap. He tries to grind up against me, but I hold him down again, despite my body's urges to grind back. We must've been hard now for at least twenty minutes, and I know he must be hurting as much as I am. My hands immediately start working at the buttons on his shirt. "God, Joel, hurry up," he moans out.

I grant him one favour and get the rest of his buttons undone as quick as I can. "Arms up," I order, and he obliges.

I pull his shirt and his blazer off at the same time and toss them into the front seat of the car, and then I slowly, carefully rid him of his boxers, lifting the elastic over his cock to avoid any pleasurable contact. He wriggles underneath me, obviously more than a little frustrated, and I pull myself into his lap once again. "Now," I growl into his ear, "undress me."

I'm really liking this whole dominant thing. His hands immediately go to work on my tie, fumbling in his haste. I love watching the muscles working in his arms and chest as he hurries to rid me of the offending fabric that seperates us. When he's gotten me down to my boxers, I feel his hand slip inside and pull out my swollen cock, and I moan a little as he begins to pump expertly up and down. Then I snap out of it. No, no, I'm in control here. I grab both of his hands and put them on his head again, removing my own boxers. "No touchie. Not unless I say so."

He pouts and I lean in to pull his protruding lip into my mouth. I suckle on it for a moment before pulling away and lifting my weight off of him. "Lie down."

He does as he's told, not taking his hands off of his head, and I smirk at his submissiveness. This is so not like Benji. He's dominant, always the "one on top", and I know he's getting incredibly frustrated, but he's behaving. Because he said anything. I'll make it worth his while in the end.

I straddle his thighs and wrap one hand around his throbbing erection, beginning to move my hand up and down, teasingly slow. I anticipate his move to start thrusting into my hand, and I push him down with my free hand just as he begins to try. "Joel," he moans, "faster... please!"

I ignore his pleas. This is my revenge on him for messing with me earlier. I look down at his beautiful face, and his expression is so perfect that I wish I could take a picture of it. But pictures fade away, and memories are forever, I suppose. His eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed, and his lips are parted ever-so-slightly, trembling as his short, sharp breaths are sucked in and pushed out. His cheeks are flushed a faint pink, and his nose is slightly wrinkled in the cutest way.

Suddenly, I can't tease him anymore. I can't tease myself anymore. I have to have him. Now.

His eyes are still closed, so he doesn't see me slip my fingers into my mouth and lower them til they're hovering an inch or so away from his entrance. Then, without warning, I push my index finger inside him, and he arches into my hand, letting out a long groan. "Fuck," he curses, "you could've warned me."

I smirk as I push a second finger in, and while he's slightly more prepared this time, I think he still wasn't expecting me to move so fast. I slowly pump my fingers in and out of him, ghosting the tips over his prostate, and he writhes underneath me, trying to change the angle so I'll apply more pressure. When I avoid succumbing to his desires, he grunts his disappointment. "Benj," I mutter, my lips no more than an inch away from his, "do you have lube?"

His eyes flicker open and he nods, swallowing as though his mouth is dry. "My pants."

I pull my fingers out of him and he audibly whimpers. I chuckle softly as I reach behind me for his abandoned pants and search his pockets. After a second, I pull out a tube of KY and immediately start lubing myself up. I see his tongue flick out over his lips as he watches me pump my hand up and down, coating my cock, and I'm tempted to put on a little show for him, but what I have planned is much better.

I lower my body onto his and push my now lube-coated fingers into him again to make sure he's good and ready, and then I line myself up. "Just let me know, and I'll stop," he nods and I kiss his lips, "love you."

He smiles, and just as he opens his mouth to reply I push my head into him, turning his words into a long groan. I suspect that it's not a groan of pleasure, so I give him some time to adjust. I close my eyes while I wait for him to relax, letting the first wave of pleasure wash over me. It seems like ages before he lifts his hips to push me further into him, and I realize that the last time someone did this, he was being raped. I hadn't even thought about it. God dammit, I'm so fucking selfish. Up until this moment, I'd pretty much planned on fucking him senseless, but now I realize I'm going to have to be a lot more gentle than I thought.

When I open my eyes, I can see tears pricking the corners of his, and I reach up to brush them away, slowly pushing my entire length into him as he winces beneath me. "Benji, seriously, if you want me to stop-"

"No," he cuts me off abruptly, "I'm fine, it's not hurting so much anymore."

I lower my lips onto his and he returns my slow, loving kiss. I finally tug his hands away from his head, lacing our fingers together, and he squeezes gently. I pull my lips away but keep my face close to his as I begin pumping into him slowly, watching his face for signs of discomfort. The strain that's marked across his face appears to be diminishing with each gentle thrust, and he lets go of my hands to wrap his arms around me, to grind me deeper into him when our bodies meet. I allow it and slip my hands under his shoulders - I have no interest in dominating him now, I just want to love him and be loved by him. I want to show him that this can be good.

His eyes are trained on mine as I grind my hips into him, reaching down with one hand to grasp his erection. He groans at the contact, and it gets slowly louder and louder as I begin sliding my hand up and down him, lubing his shaft with his own pre-come. "Harder, Joel," he manages to choke out between moans, "harder and faster."

He's lifting his hips to mine with each thrust now, and I speed up so that we create a nice slapping sound each time our bodies connect. He still urges me on, and while I'm nervous about hurting him, I do what he says. Before I know it, he's got me pounding into him, and he's screaming out my name over and over as I slam into his prostate, along with various obscenities. My hand is gliding up and down his shaft in time to my thrusts, and I can see a droplet of sweat falling from my forehead onto his. I manage a brief kiss as I push into him, and he groans into my mouth. "Fuck, Joel, so close..."

"Me too," I mutter, and I pump my hand up and down a few more times before he erupts all over my chest. His eyes are squeezed shut tight, and he's biting down hard on his lip, and his facial expression is enough to set me off. I pull back and thrust hard into him one more time before I come inside of him, filling him up. A couple more jerky thrusts and I'm spent, and I collapse on top of him, panting heavily.

My lips automatically latch onto his neck, nipping, sucking and licking at a spot just above his collarbone. His arms are clasped tightly around me and his chest is heaving so hard that each time he breathes, he lifts up my entire body and lowers it again. My lips detach and I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck. When Benji's regained enough breath, he speaks softly. "God, Joel, that was amazing."

I lift my head to look down into his eyes, and a little contented smile tugs at the corner of his lips. I press my forehead to his, staring down into his eyes, and I can see adoration that must be mirrored in my own. "I love you, Benji."

He brushes his lips on mine, so softly I barely feel it, and grins. "I love you too. Ya think we should get back upstairs?"

His question startles me. I'd pretty much completely forgotten where we were. Everyone probably thinks we've headed home or something. Either that or Benji's cell phone is very, very lost. "Yeah, I think so."

We awkwardly dress ourselves and hop out of the car. As soon as we're standing, Benji pulls me into a tight hug, then grants me a gentle, lingering kiss. "Well, now I'm convinced that you're not going to run away with Paul, at least."

I grin and swat at his arm. "Nope. I'm your Joel."

He smiles and takes my hand, and we walk back to the elevator together.