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Crossing Lines	By : unseenlosergirl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Crossing Lines
Author: Me. Becca. I'm wonderful.
Rating: NC-17? X? Ratings are confusing here. XXX for your enjoyment.
Pairing(s): Benji and Joel
Characters: Madison or Maddy.
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Benji or Joel or any other member of Good Charlotte. This is a work of fiction kids and I make no money from this whatsoever. It's all for fun.

My heart’s shattered in a million pieces. Half of me wants to die, the others already dead. Killed by her. Taken and killed by her. I left a piece of my soul in that room with her, a chunk of my soul in her mobile home. Ha? Well, I heard that said once and it was funny then, I’m moving on.

The innocence I passed off had been taken too. I was liar. I can admit to that. But I’m also fucked up. So fucked up no one could begin to understand. No one except Benji. He understands because he is me.

That is the exact thing I hate in this very moment. The thing that I feel is tearing me up, from the inside out. Now, I know how cutters feel right before they press the blade to their skin. I suppose it’s to kill what’s on the inside or in my case to hurt yourself because you feel so unworthy, so cast aside.

And because of these feelings I need comfort. The safety of someone’s arms. Arms that I can fall into eyes closed and know I’ll be caught. I know who. Exactly who. I knocked softly at the door adjoining my room and theirs. I only hoped they were up but if not they would be.

I waited a minute. They’ve got a slow response time even under the best of circumstances. I heard footsteps, shuffling really, coming closer to the door and the slight click of a doorknob being turned. A groggy voice asked “What do you want Joel?”. I didn’t answer; I just pushed them aside, making my way into their room. They knew the routine.

I was already in the comfort of my pajamas so I slid into the bed. The other party stumbled, in that half awake almost drunk manner and slipped into bed next to me. “What’s wrong Joel?” he asked through a yawn.

“I need a little attention Benj. A little love I guess”. Benji, who was lying on his side, scooted closer to me and at the same time pulled me closer so he and I were lying side by side like spoons.

“I know but you’re safe with me and nothing can ever change that. We’re brothers, we’re blood. That’s a bond that can’t be broken” He was right, he always is, though I’ll never admit that. He always knew the right things to say even in the moments you’d think he’d be stupid. That pushed aside I settled into his arms as he fell back asleep. His breath seemed to calm mine and within moments, I was asleep too. Joined by the only thing I could trust.

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I woke up alone. For a moment I was gripped by fear. Maybe it was just confusion, I don’t know but I got my bearings once I heard the running of the shower. Despite the pain of last night and what was still hidden deep inside, I smiled at the thought of Benj in the shower, me and my dirty mind.

I wondered how long he had in in there. I contemplated joining him- as if you didn’t see that coming. Taking my chances, I knew even if he was done he’d stay in just for me. I untangled myself from underneath the covers and began disrobing. Pieces of clothing lead a path to the bathroom marking my “journey”.

I twisted the door know slowly opening the door. Why I was so cautious I don’t know, maybe I was trying to avoid scaring the shit out of Benj. But he didn’t even hear me. How typical? I pulled aside the shower curtain and stepped in behind him, closing the curtain as I stepped in. I wrapped both my arms around him and mumbled a “morning” into his neck. Its moments like that make me feel alive, almost in love.

He moaned and ground back against me replying, “You’re hard”. I just smiled and said back “So are you”. I gave him one of my “can I?” looks. It was a combination puppy dog eyes, pouty lip he couldn’t refuse. And never did.

“But aren’t I supposed to be making YOU feel better?” Benji coked his head just enough to see me and raised his eyebrow in a weird suggestive, wave pattern.

“Please. This would make me feel better”. He nodded and I moved from behind him, pushing him back a little so when I knelt down I wouldn’t drown in the cascading water. Instead of taking one step back Benj moved to the back of the shower. Talk about stroking MY ego. I was so good he needed a wall to remain upright.

I knelt down in front of him and looked up to see his expression. His eyes were shut tight, ridding him of a sense to heighten others. His lips seem to have swelled twice their size, a natural reaction in a sexual state. They were completely engorged in blood, among other things. I was so lost in looking at him I had temporarily forgotten why I was on my knees.

Benji whimpered out a breathy “Joel” and I snapped back into reality, to the clone that stood in front of me. I leaned forward and gave a quick lick to the tip of his penis. I loved teasing him, I wanted him to beg for me. To NEED me. To have every fiber of his being desperate for my touch “Please” he moaned out.

I relented and took all of him into my mouth. He threw his head back, slamming against the tiles. I heard it and I was sure it hurt but when this is happening to you, you don’t fucking care. I too ignored it and went back to what I was doing to him.

He tangled his fingers in my damp hair pulling me closer to his body. As if I could be any closer.

He was close. I could tell. His stomach and legs were tightening up. His breathing was labored, often sporadic when he gasped in as my mouth totally surrounded his “member” rather roughly. It was undone every timeouldould pull back, losing my mouth, running my tongue along him, lightly stroking, bading him to come.

Benjchedched his back pushing his dick farther into my mouth. His head was tossing back and forth consumed by swirls of things, thoughts, ideas, and feelings. Which lead to a breakdown of not thinking at all instead giving in into what your body was going through. Becoming in touch with your animal instincts.

Benji groaned in relief as his came, the pressure was gone but now he was having trouble staying up. He grabbed onto my shoulders as I stood up and I smiled at him before gently kissing him. No words were spoken, no words needed to be spoken
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