*Mike*

"So who's up for some Burger King?" Joel asked, "I'm starved. We can take it back to the hotel and watch a movie or something."

"Sounds good," Benji smiled, tightening his grip around my waist, "Can we watch a comedy?"

"Sure," Joel nodded, "I'm in the mood to laugh after that nerve-shattering expierence."

Chester laughed and I smiled at Benji, mouthing a silent 'thank you' to him. He smiled back and nodded. I thought that was sweet... he remembered I didn't like horror movies and mentioned us watching a comedy. I sighed slightly and snuggled closer in his embrace, having never felt so close to someone before, never felt so safe.

I only ever had one majorly serious relationship before, and that one ended badly. Long story short, my girlfriend had another boyfriend behind my back, and when that guy found out, all hell broke lose. Luckily, Chester was there when the fight happened, so he could help me out and we both got out in one piece.

But now, I felt like nothing bad could happen to me because I have Benji. "Okay, what do you guys want?" Joel asked as he pulled the van up to the drive up menu.

Once we all gave him orders and got our food, we started back for the hotel, the heavenly scent of Burger King cheesburgers and fries filling the van, and it was then that I realized how hungry I actually was.

Benji giggled and placed his hand over my stomach as it growled slightly. "Hungry?" he smiled, and I nodded. "I didn't realize I was hungry until I smelled all the food," I said, "Are we there yet? Now I'm starved."

"Almost, don't die on us now," Chester replied as seriously as he could. "You're a dork," I laughed, sitting up as Joel pulled the van into the parking lot, "Thank god."

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*Benji*

"The Blue Collar Comedy Tour?" I asked, reading off the title on the DVD case that Chester handed me, "What's this?"

"It's these four stand up comedians from down south, on a comedy concert thing. It's so hilarious though," he explained, "It's like two hours of non-stop laughing."

I nodded, sitting down beside Mike on the floor as Chester and Joel claimed the sofa. I put the DVD in and started it up, settling down beside Mike again. "Hungry?" I giggled as he was already finished half of his cheeseburger.

"Like you would not believe," he nodded, "What did you end up getting after all that self-debating in the car?"

"Just a salad," I laughed, "After all that too."

Mike grinned and turned his attention to the TV, watching it intently. While he wasn't looking at me, I took the time to look him over. He was so perfect in every way... I don't think I'd ever met anyone like him before. I let my eyes wander from his hair, which was spiked up, down to his perfect eyebrows and to his brown eyes, trailing down his nose and to his mouth. I got a sudden urge to kiss those pouty lips, but I managed to hold myself back, just barely.

The rest of GC had gone out to dinner at Taco Bell, to Billy's request AGAIN. I swear he's obsessed with that place. I smiled as Mike scooted closer to me, leaning his head on my shoulder gently. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

I don't know when or even HOW we fell asleep on the floor, but we'd both managed it. I was lying on my back with Mike curled up beside me, his head on my chest. I smiled down at him, even though he was asleep and played with his spiked black hair gently.

Mike sighed and stirred slightly, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. He smiled at me and said, "When did we fall asleep?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue," I replied, then looked at my watch, "But it's already ten pm. C'mon, we can go finish sleeping in a real bed this time."

Mike nodded, standing up and offering me his hands, pulling me up as well. "Which room is your's?" he asked, peering down the hallway. "Last on on the left," I replied, giggling as he pulled me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us.

"Someone's eager for something," I smirked at him, sitting down on the bed.

"Yeah, just a bit," he smiled, standing between my spread legs, before getting onto his knees. I swallowed hard around the lump that formed in my throat and looked at him nervously.

"Calm down," Mike smiled up at me, "I don't have to do this if you don't want me to."

"No no... by all means, do what you want with me," I replied, trying to stop my hands from trembling in anticiaption.

Mike smiled at me and slowly undid the button and zipper on my patch dickie shorts, reaching a hand into my boxers, lightly brushing his fingers over me. I inhaled sharply and felt my knees turn to jello, all from the little touch. Mike smiled at my reaction and slowlyeased my hardened member through the flap of my boxers, and I trembled as the air conditioned air hit my sensitive skin.

Mike smiled at my various reactions to his soft touches and slowly leaned down, teasing the head of my aching erection with the tip of him tongue, teasing me. "Please," I whispered, barely audible, and needing release so bad at that point.

Mike must have heard the desperation in my voice, because he stopped teasing me and slowly slid his lips down my length, pulling my hard on into a tight suck. I groaned and fell back against the bed, running my hands over my face and tugging at my hair as the intense feelings overcame my senses. I'd never felt anything so amazing in all my life. Mike sucked me roughly, knowing full well that I wasn't far from the breaking point of my pleasure.

My hips thrust up against his mouth, and nothing I could do would stop them. It always seemed to release some tension when you thrust your hips during anything sexual. Mike hummed around my length, and that was all I needed to push me over the edge. I groaned as I came roughly, not having any chance to warn him.

He didn't seem to mind, and to my surprize, he swallowed everything I gave him. I breathed hard as I collapsed back against the cool bedsheets, and Mike crawled back up my body after tucking me back into my boxers, kissing my lips softly.

"So, I guess I did good?" he smiled at me.

"Fuck that," I panted, my eyes still closed, "You did fucking amazing."

Mike grinned and said, "Scoot up onto the bed. I'll get your clothes off for you."

I shimmied my way up onto the bed, feeling sleep threatening to overcome me already. I vaguely felt Mike slide my shorts and shirt off, leaving me in my boxers to sleep. I heard shuffling around and knew he was undressing as well, before the bed sank downwards a bit as he climbed in beside me.

"Night Benji," he whispered, curling close to me and kissing my forehead softly.

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