"Man... I didn't know Chester had it in him to shop SO MUCH," Benji groaned as we all basically crashed into the hotel room. Joel and Chester were staying up late to watch movies, while Benji and I had something else in mind. I was starting to wonder about Chester and Joel... they seemed pretty close. Really close. Or maybe I was delusional from all the shopping and goofing off at the mall we'd done.

"We'll be in the bedroom," Benji smiled at me, but spoke to Joel and Chester. I smiled back and took his hand, pulling him into the bedroom with me, befor closing the door behind us and kissing him roughly. The whole time we were at the mall, I could think of nothing else other than being with him, being one with him.

I know it may sound crazy... I mean, we only met and all days before, but it seems so much longer, and we already know so much about each other. I can trust Benji, can't I? He wouldn't leave me after we do it, will he?

Why was I even doubting him? He didn't seem like the kinda person wo fuck people and then leave them. And he even told me he loves me. I pushed all those negative thoughts out of my head and focussed on the feeling of Benji's body lying ontop of mine, our bodies seeming to mold perfectly into one another.

"God Mike," Benji breathed, "You're making me so fucking hot."

I giggled slightly, causing him to laugh. "Did I just sound desperate or what?" Benji chuckled, leaning on his elbows above me, looking down at me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Benji asked me softly, running his fingers down my bare chest. Our shirts had been the first things to go before we hit the bed.

I nodded, looking up at him. "I'm sure," I whispered. On the ride home from the mall, we'd discussed everything while Joel and Chaz were busy singing a Deftones song at the top of their lungs. Which was good, 'cause then they wouldn't hear our conversation. We'd discussed if we really wanted to go through with this or not. I wanted to. I wanted to be with no one but him. I wanted to give myself to him.

Benji kissed me softly, his hands shakily undoing the button and zipper of my jeans, before pushing them down my hips. I kicked my way free of them, before setting to work on his pants. It wasn't fair for just me to be in my boxers, and not him. Benji sat up long enough for me to push his pants off his legs, and toss them onto the floor, before quickly moving to remove his boxers before he could lay back down.

He giggled and kissed me again, hooking his fingers into my boxers and pushing them down my hips, my erection springing up in anticipation, and I watched as he flung my boxers over his shoulder and onto the floor casually. I had to bite back a lough as to not ruin the mood.

I sighed and kissed Benji again, pulling his body down flat onto mine, our naked bodies pressed together. We parted and Benji reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a little tube of lube. "I don't have a condom," Benji whispered, cursing silently.

"It's okay," I whispered, "I've never done this before. And it's not like I'll get pregnant."

Benji giggled slightly and nodded, and I took the tube from him, opening it and squeezing some into the palm of my hand, before rubbing my hands together, spreading the lube. I grapsed Benji's length between both my hands, stroking him gently and getting him lubed. Benji's head rolled back and a moan left his lips.

"Mmm... stop," he panted, "I won't last otherwise."

I nodded, releasing him and wiping my hands off on the bedsheet beside me, before handing the lube to Benji. He coated a single finger and said, "Lay back and relax."

I nodded, laying back and spreading my legs from him, taking a slow, even breath before letting it out slowly. Benji slowly slid his finger into me, and the feeling was amazing. I thought it would hurt. I knew the actually even itself would hurt a little. Benji moved his finger in and out gently, causing gasps of pleasure to emit from my throat. He pulled out and this time slid two fingers into me, spreading them apart to stretch me. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him.

"Benji," I moaned, "Do it baby. I need you."

Benji nodded, kissing me softly and withdrawing his fingers from me. I felt his head against my entrance and focussed on kissing him. He slid in gently, his head pushing into my opening. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist in a bout of lust, pushing him completely into me.

"Shit!" Benji gasped, "Mike... oh man."

I smiled and pulled him down so I could kiss him again as he began to move within me, getting up a steady rhythm. It felt so amazing to be one with him. He kept hitting something deep inside me that sent electric bolts of pleasure through every pore of my body. "Miiike," Benji moaned my name, kissing my neck, "I'm getting so close..."

"Me too," I moaned, not able to believe it. There was no stimulation on my erection at all, but I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Benji... I'm coming..." I gasped, arching my back against him as I came roughly over our stomachs. "Mike," Benji grunted, "Oh man.. I'm..."

I groaned right with Benji as he came, and I could feel him filling me. It was a weird sensation... feeling Benji's cum inside me like that. But it was nice none the less. Benji collapsed onto me breathlessly, hugging me close to him. "Shit," he panted, "I love you so much Mike."

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*Joel*

"I bet you ten bucks they fucked," I laughed as loud moans floated into the living room area from bedroom that Benji and Mike had retreated to.

"I know," Chester snickered, "I bet they did. They prolly fell asleep right after it too."

I snickered and leaned back against the sofa, smiling as Chester leaned against me. I won't lie and say we haven't done anything. We've made out a few times since we met. Okay, that's not all. We kinda. Did something sexual that's referred to with a number.

I sighed as Chester leaned up and kissed me roughly. Everytime we've made out it's been like this. Rough. With no feelings attached. I guess you could say we're "fuck buddies," as wrong as that sounds. But if it feels so good, how can it possibly be wrong?

"I wanna fuck you Joel," Chester growled into my ear, pinning me down onto the sofa, "Can I fuck you?"

"Yessss.." I hissed, feeling my erection straining against my jeans, "Fuck me good and hard."

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