Summary: Benji sat and started at Tony from behind the amp. He was facinated by Tony's body, the way he was so perfect, but so dirty, yet he still had that innocent spark in him. Even when he was fucking you senseless.
Note: No. There wont be a sequel.
Benji sat and started at Tony from behind the amp. He was facinated by Tony's body, the way he was so perfect, but so dirty, yet he still had that innocent spark in him. Even when he was fucking you senseless.
"One more night..." he mumbled to himself, sighing regretfully. "Just one more..."
Tony looked at at Benji, raising his eyebrow at Benji. He had noticed Benji's eyes burning into him, and it made him nervous. He had heard Benji at night, moaning his name. He never did understand it, and he doubted he ever would. They had jokes about being a couple, but Benji didn't believe it. Did he?
Benji looked away, taking a mouthful of his beer and throwing a smirk towards Tony. Tony shook his head slightly and went back to paying attention to his guitar.
After the show, Tony walked off the stage and grabbed Benji's barely touched beer, sculling it quickly. Benji held back a grin and handed Tony another one, it had been opened before. Tony smiled at him before walking away and sitting down on the lounge.
"Just a little while now..." Benji mumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He had spent nights awake waiting for that one time. The moment when everything he wanted would be under his control.
Tony stumbled back over to Benji after a few more drinks. "Dude... I don't feel too good..." he muttered before collapsing on Benji. Benji picked Tony up and carried him out to the rental car, driving back to the hotel the two bands were staying in.
He carried Tony inside and into the elevator, going into the room they were sharing and locking the door. He dropped Tony on the bed and pulled his own clothes off, staring down at his unconcious friend, his hand straying to Tony's groin and rubbing it seductively.
"You may not be mine in reality... But in my dreams you are, and now in yours..." he whispered, sucking Tony's neck, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Toying with his already bare chest, Benji traced the tattoos that seemed to be endlessly covering it. "These need to go..." he grinned as he pulled Tony's pants off, leaving him in only his boxers, his shoes also being taken off and thrown to the ground.
Tony's cock was starting to go hard under Benji's touch as he dreamed of a girl in fishnet doing what Benji was to him. Benji rubbed his ass gently as he rubbed lube onto his cock before pushing it deep into Tony, moaning loudly as he did. The sensation was taking over him and he was soon thrusting hard and fast.
"Mmm..." Benji moaned as he pulled his cock out after it spilled inside Tony's ass. He licked the remainder off and kissed Tony deeply before pumping his hand up and down Tony's cock, enjoying the moans that erupted from his throat. "So sexy..."
Tony's come spilt all over Benji and the bed, leaving Benji to clean the bed up and place Tony's boxers back on carefully. Benji pulled his own boxers back on and crawled into his bed, smiling as he slept.
"Benj..." Tony groaned the next morning, rubbing his head and then his ass. "Dude... I feel gross..."
Benji walked into the room with a piece of bacon in hand. "What? Did the whore you fucked last night have crabs or something? You two were so fucking loud..."
"Yeah... She must have been weird... Or something..." Tony rubbed his eyes and looked at Benji. He could have sworn Benji did something last night. He just didn't know what, at least until he saw the lube lying on the floor. "You... Get the fuck out!"