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A Different Party	By : unseenlosergirl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2331 -:- 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: A Different Party
Author: Me. Duh.
Summary: A one line summary of the story itself.
Rating: NC-17? X? Ratings are a bit confusing here.
Pairing(s):Benji and Joel
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s notes: Title taken from Jordan Knight song.
Disclaimer: I don't know Benji or Joel or any of the members of Good Charlotte. This has never happened. This story is pure fiction. I thought up on a dark, quiet night. I don't make money from this story or from anything else for that matter.

Sometimes I hate being a guy. Society breeds us to keep our emotions silent and to keep vulnerability hidden. It’s a never-ending battle to make sure you succeed but of course, you will fail in someone else’s eyes. The weight of this task is crushing and creating intimate relationships is harder than Tony’s dick at a strip club. Sadly enough, it even exists between brothers.

See, no matter how close brothers may be, there’s still that ‘man line’ none of us dare cross. We don’t talk about things. Really sports and sex are the pervasive subjects, a few more do trickle in though. And when we do talk about sex it always involves bragging and exaggeration, there’s none of that intimate details bullshit woman can pull off.

I think this whole charade incredibly stupid even though I follow it to the letter of the law. But with Joel, at that very time I was with him, I was bound and determined to break this cycle.

He was completely ignoring me. He was deeply entrenched in the wonders of the internet. I was almost glad his eyes hadn’t left the screen. Eye contact would have been too much. I would have blushed and run like the schoolgirl I am, so his distraction was my relief.

I was on his bed; he was sitting at the table furnished in almost every hotel room you could come across. His back wasn’t even turned to me. No, I had to risk his eyes meeting mine. “Joel?” I asked. His eyes didn’t leave the computer screen. “I’ve gotta ask you something VERY personal. Don’t freak out or nothing and don’t think I’m weird…… “ I was stumbling over my words. I wasn’t sure what I was saying or why I felt the need to say the things I was; they just came out.

“Benji,” and of course he looked up at this point, his eyes finding mine, “Just ask me for Christ’s sake. I am your twin after all.”

“I know but,” the blush was creeping up my cheeks and all I could do was look down. “It’s really personal.” He didn’t say anything. All I heard was a few clicks on the keyboard and another click when he snapped the laptop close, followed by a sinking of the bed next to me as he sat down.

“Ask me Benj. Just get it out of the way.” Damn him and his sensibilities.

“Well, I’ve just been wondering lately. I’ve heard this from people- guys,” I corrected myself, “that they really liked,” I stopped. I was blushing like crazy. The heat felt like fire on my face and my instinct was to run. Besides, there was no point to this. I stood to get up but he grabbed my arm, forcing me to sit back down next to him.

“Get it out Benji.” The tone in his voice made is obvious my childish antics were annoying him. I turned my head to the side and decided the floor was WAY more interesting than him.

“To have uh something ‘extra’ when they’re masturbating.” My voice was low, I was almost speaking under my breath but I hoped (via- the twin connection) he would understand what I was saying. By no means did I want to repeat this. He didn’t say anything for a while and then it finally dawned on him.

“Oh you mean something in their ass to hit their prostate.” I nodded. “ What about it Benji? Did you wanna know if I’ve ever thought about it?” I nodded again. He paused to answer, “yes.”

I was astonished at his admission alone not to mention the reversal of our roles; me, being shy and Joel being so upfront and honest. Despite my shock I was relieved; it’s always nice to know you’re not SO much of a freak.

“Is that all you wanted to ask me Benji?” Joel asked.

“No,” I whispered.

“Do you wanna know if I’ve tried it?” I nodded. “Yeah, I have. Probably not in the way you’re thinking.” His voice dropped off. What other way was there?

I snapped my head up and our eyes met again, “huh?”

He couldn’t help but smile. I guess the memory of whatever he was about to tell me was pretty damn good. Joel finally caught himself smiling and stopped but I could tell he was struggling to keep it back. “Well, I’m assuming when you meant with like a vibrator or a dildo. See I uh… there was somebody with me.”

“Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?” What the fuck? This is my brother, right? It’s so unlike him. He chuckled at my questions and began answering one by one.

“Who, that’s not for you to know. What, me and another guy fucked. When, a few weeks ago. Where? In a hotel room, assuming that was what you meant. How, if you don’t know that Benj you need to have a talk with mommy.”

Shit, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What happened?”

The smile returned and his head dropped as he related back the story. “A few weeks ago me and him went out, by ourselves, and got really drunk and we came back to his hotel room, and continued drinking and we started bullshitting about guy/guy shit and it happened. Neither of us had done it and yeah, I had sex with a dude. Can you believe it?”

“No, I can’t. Was that the only time?” I stressed only.

“No, it happened one more time; the other way around.” The last four words made me laugh. He popped his head up; he had this look of worry, like I was laughing at him.

I could see the tears starting to form. I put my hands up and through the laughter got out, “No, no, I’m not laughing at you. I just thought the way you put it was kinda funny.” He was silent and we were back to our old roles again. “Joel, it’ s okay,” I assured him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t care what you do and with who you do it. I still love you. Nothing’s changed. “

The tears went away and he smiled at me. “Thanks. So is that all you wanted to know?”

I hesitated to ask more questions but we were already in this place; what’s a little more awkwardness? “Did you like it? Did it feel good?” he turned on the bed and sat Indian style, facing me. I too turned, preparing to hear more of his ‘war’ story.

“It was different like…” he paused and looked around the room, as if he’d find the words there. “It was just different. Different sensations from a different place.”

I put my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands and fired off another question. “Did it hurt?”

“Ehhh” he tilted his head from side to side indicating a little. “At first but it got better. Plus I was drunk and really relaxed.”

“Cool.” Cool? That was all I could say. I was out of questions and my curiosity was turning into a desire for real exploration.

“Are you satisfied now Benj?” Joel pretended to be exasperated but I think he secretly loved this conversation. “Or what?”

“Yeah well, now I wanna know but I don’t have anyone to get drunk with. Hell, I can’t drink.. uh fuck. That wouldn’t matter I wouldn’t have the balls to ask anybody anyways.” It was good to see my insecurities applied to both sexes.

“I don’t know what to tell you Benj except..” I could see the wheels start turning in his head and the light bulb flick on. He got up from the bed and went to his bag, rustling through them and pocketing a few items before going into the bathroom.

I assumed our little talk was over with even though he left a sentence hanging. I got up off the bed and started walking to the door. I got to the bathroom just as Joel started to step out, startling him.

“Where are you going?” I didn’t say anything. I raised my eyebrows and turned on my heels and went back to the bed. Joel followed behind, for a few steps, but bent down when he got to the mini bar. I was still wondering what he had planned.

He pulled a few bottles from the fridge; ones I recognized as vodka and Jack. He opened the bottle of vodka and threw the white plastic lid across the room, downing the entire bottle and setting it on the dresser. He opened the Jand and did the exact same thing. He shook his head afterwards, hoping to clear the burn I guess, and walked over to me on the bed.

“If you weren’t you I’d suggest you’d do the same but since you are you you’re going to have to pretend this isn’t happening.” I was awfully confused at this point and was even more confused when he ordered me to lie on the bed. I did as he said, moving from the corner where I was sitting and lying directly in the middle of the bed, spread eagle but I kept my eyes open in order to see what he was going to do next. Next was the most shocking thing of my life.

He crawled onto the bed, in between my legs and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. I sprang up from my positions immediately asking, “What the hell are you doing?” He pushed me back down and answered.

“Just lay down and shut up. Pretend we’re not brothers. Hell, pretend I’m not guy. Whatever it takes so you won’t wake up with post-traumatic stress disorder tomorrow.” I shook my head violently, tr to to wish away what was happening.

“No, Joel, no. This is,” he interrupted me.

“Exactly what you wanted. Just not with me.” He was right. I closed my eyes and worked it out in my head. He wasn’t my brother; we just happen to look alike, right? When I opened them again he was standing at the end of the bed clad only in his boxers and the things he had pocketed earlier were lying on the bed, lube, a condom and a towel.

I sat up and worked my way out of my clothing till the only thing I had on was the only thing he had on. I reached over to the lights that hung on the wall. I didn’t need to see this. It was bad enough I had to feel this. I flipped off the one to my left and then the one to my right. “Good idea Benj.”

“I’m full of them.” He chucked and climbed back onto the bed, beside my outstretched legs.

“You’re full of something Benj. Are you gonna try to get your…” Through the darkness I could still see him and I saw the hand movement he made towards my dick.

“Yeah.” I wiggled my way out of my boxers and kicked them to the end of the bed. He stayed right where he was, sitting on his legs, observing the motions I made. I curled my hand around my dick and began to stroke myself. I may have been in an uncomfortable situation but it didn’t stop me from moaning. It felt good after all. Joel’s eyes made me nervous. I had shut my eyes with the first strof mof my dick but I could feel them on me and I wondered why he wasn’t touching himself. “Joel,” I sputtered out. “Why aren’t you..” I could finish. I guess I should have stopped rubbing myself when I asked him.

“I will. I was just waiting for you.” I felt the bed shift and I could tell he was closer to me, past my knees, just at my waist. He put his hand on top of mine and I stopped and snapped my eyes open. “Just relax.” I peeled my hand from my dick, laying it beside me and closed my eyes again. I knew it was wrong but the wrongness of it all made it feel so right.

I settled back into the pillow and dug my head into them when Joel touched my cock. He seemed to know just the way I liked it. It was so precise, like if it was being done my own little expert hands. He worked my dick like a pro. This is my brother after all. Let’s just say he has reasons to be VERY good at jacking off. And I felt grateful to be on the end of that knowledge.

He was pumping his hand and his thumb was raised so that every time he would come to the head and pull down his thumb would rub the head of my dick. I was dizzy, and incoherent. The things that left my lips weren’t things I was willingly expelling. They came as natural as breathing. Which for the record, wasn’t going so well.

I growled and pushed my hips upwards, shoving my dick into his hand and came. Right away he pulled his hand way and wiped the cum from his hands. “You relaxed?”

I could only nod and pray he could use his ‘twin powers’ and understand.

“Okay, I only have one condom so I can’t fool around with you so it’s gonna hurt more. But I’ll make sure to lube up well.” He sounded like a doctor; like this was some sort of medical procedure I should brace for. He was so detached from this situation, which could only be expected. But I still wanted to have some emotion from him.

He sat back on the bed, his legs beside me body and began caressing his penis, just enough to get hard enough to enter me. He let go and reached for the square foil package, ripping it open and rolling the casing of latex onto himself. My heart felt as though it was going to leap out my chest. I was like the first time I got a tattoo. I didn’t know how it was going to feel or how much it was going to hurt but I knew, more than anything, I wanted it. It was that moment in repeat.

He squirted the lube onto his hand, coating his dick and it and reached for the towel to dab the rest off. “Benj, are you sure? I can stop if you want.”

I held back the lump in my tt ant and told him, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath in, pushed my knees up and positioned his body between them. “If you wanna stop at any time tell me. Okay? It’s no big deal.” I nodded quickly and he took the ‘rip of the bandage’ style, pushing all of himself into me. I arched my back and cried out in pain. “I know Benj,” he consoled me. “But it will feel okay in a few minutes, I swear.” I had no choice but to believe him. He let go of the weight on his hands and switched to his forearms, pressing himself on me. “I’m sorry Benji,” he whispered into my ear. “Do you want me to pull out?”

It took all of me not to scream out, ‘yes.’ The pain was excruciating. It shot from my asshole in all directions and I was overcome. I was so tensed up, trying to hold back the pain that sweat was pouring off me. I rolled my balls up in fist and shut my eyes, pleading with my body to adjust. In hindsight, my reaction to the pain was circular, only bringing more pain with it. “Go Joel.” He put his weight back onto his wrists and began pushing in and out of me.

I couldn’t help it. I started crying. I wanted, needed to tell him to stop but my pride wouldn’t allow. I relented to the ache and true to his word it stopped hurting. The sting was still there but was eclipsed by the pleasure shooting through my body. And with one hit of my prostate I was hard again.

I slid my hand in between our body and grabbed a hold of my dick, pumping it in time with Joel’s thrusts. He grunted every time our bodies slapped together. His eyes were closed, as if deep and thought and his mouth was wide open and when his lips would start to dry a little his tongue was there to avoid it.

I kept my hand on my dick, moving faster as I crept closer to another orgasm. I felt bad for him. He looked as though he was about to explode at any minute but was kindly waiting for me so I could experience this. He hit my prostate again and I cried out, “There!” And again I was hit. Over and over again. He was pounding into my body so hard I knew fore I e I would be sore, and he would be too.

“Benj,” he moaned out. Somehow I knew what he wanted to know.

“I’m close,” And with that he sped up, throwing me closer to my peak. I stated moaning softly as bliss started, every moan was louder till the next until I exploded, covering my hand and lower half, as well as Joel’s stomach with my cum.

He whimpered out as the warm liquid hit his skin, and he knew he could let go. The disconnected feelings returned as he silently begged his body for what he wanted. I closed my eyes, letting him fuck me and push me closer to the headboard. His entire body tensed up as his orgasm hit and his cum flooded the condom. For a moment, he fell onto my body, resting there only to roll over beside me and try to regain his senses.

“You okay Joel?” he licked his lips and nodded.

“Yeah, you?”

“Mmhmm.” I mumbled.

“Good.” He removed the condom from his body and arbitrarily threw it to the ground, waving in disregard as it fell when he realized what he was doing. He yawned and mumbled, “Go to sleep Benj.”

He closed his eyes and fell asleep and I closed mine, waiting for the same fate. But it wouldn’t come. Something still haunted my mind. Who was this guy he had sex with?

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The next morning there wasn’t a hint of what happened last night, save for the glances we exchanged in his room scurrying about in our morning ritual. The same question from the night before was still running though my mind. It wasn’t so much that I was desperate to know but more the fact that Joel refused to divulge this information. I wondered if it was one of our band mates, perhaps that was his hesitation. I asked him as we stood in front of the bathroom mirror, raising our mohawks.
“Benj, why are you so desperate to know who it was?” He dropped the hands that had once been at his head and turned to his left, where I stood. He was getting pissed and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it so I left the subject alone, for now.

“I’m sorry Joel.” He replied with a smile and a nod of his head and went back to his hair.

He cheekily responded, “Yes, but how do you feel?”

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This stupid lobby was too quiet I decided. It was filled with various people, most of whom who were a part of our crew. It was so unlike them. No one was bothered by it. Except me. I felt like running through the space, just to disturb what was making me so uncomfortable. I refrained, and stayed with my brother, who was leaning up against the counter checking out the scenery. The boring scenery. I pulled away from the counter top and stood directly in front of him, mindlessly starting up a conversation about, of all things, sports. He joined in, as the rules dictate, giving me an opinion he’d given a million times and I’d heard a million more.
Throughout the discussion he kept looking over my shoulder and quickly darting his eyes back to me. I chose to ignore and continue on speaking but I stopped when gave a wave in that direction and a tilt up of his head in acknowledgement. I turned around to find him waving at….

“Joel is that….” My words fell awfully silent and I raised my eyebrow, obviously in shock. He looked back to me and nodded his answer when a smile crept over his face. I couldn’t believe he was that ‘one’. Well, I could, after all this was Matt Lovato.

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