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In The Studio	By : PunknessBenji Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2844 -:- 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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Sometimes I just wanna get away from it all. Away from the stress. Away from the demands Steve and everyone puts on me. I try my fucking best and all they do is demand and demand! You know how sick of demands you can get when everyone demands you all the damn time? Well, do you? Do you know how much you just wanna tell them to fuck themselves? Well, you probably don’t since you’re one of those sick fucks that demand all the fucking time! There’s one person (or should I say thing?) that doesn’t demand me to do shit all except to do what I want. That’s the music I love to write. The music that helps me keep my calm when people are in my face telling me what to do. I love my music with all the passion I can muster up when I’m in my hotel room, or just in the bus with my paper and pencil in hand. I love to write and make music. Steve doesn’t like the music I WANT to make so he makes me do this shit pop crap that just eats at me all the time. I wanna record and play Emo style. But Steve always says ‘No! Emo is out. Emo is shit now. Pop is the rage again, and if you want to make the dollars in this world you MUST give the people, the fans, what they want!” why isn’t it what I want? Why can’t he just let me express myself instead of telling people what they should be like? Pop’s shit. Pops OLD! I used to listen to Pop when I was 5-years-fucking-old, not now when I’m in my 20s.

So here I am recording with some stupid Boy band that can’t sing for nuts and I am demanded to tell them they’re great. ‘Oh how fabulous you are, my darlin’s” More like, How fucking shit you are, you little fuckers! God, I just wanna rip my hair out. We’ve been here since 6am and the song still isn’t near finished. Shit, I can record a song in 5 minutes and its better then what these little pussies can do in 5 hours! Now it’s 10am and I’m starving and I’ve told Steve I want a break but he says I cant go till these boys leave. When will that be, midnight? Well it sure as hell feels like it. Stupid little British boys who think they are so prefect and hot, when they cant sing for shit and they are some ugly ass fucks! I mean one has this stupid gap in his teeth, and the other two are just plain and downright UGLY! Ok, ok, ok, I must admit the one with the gap does do something for me, it’s not like he’s all out ugly like the other two but he still isn’t hot or gorgeous like he tries to make out!

“Steve, I seriously am hungry. My stomach is coming out of mouth,” I cried to him as I walked into the recording area of the studio.

He turns and faces me. Puts his hands on his hips and speaks, “What did I say before? Wait until the boys have finished, then you can get something to eat.”

“But…” I start to whine.

“Look, we are nearly done. Just be patient.” Just be patient while the little bastards get their lip-syncing shit finished. I bet on their records it’s not even them, or it could be them and so much of all that technology is put into it that you cant even tell it’s them. Because it’s fucking way better then what they can do!

“Whatever. Can I at least go get a drink?” I ask. God, they treat me like I’m 2! I’m so sick of the shit. I can’t wait till I make enough records and money so I can get rid of Steve, the ‘best’ manager and producer around. Pfft, Yeah he might be but he’s so unfair to us all!

“Yes, get out of my face.” he waves his hand like he’s swatting a fly.

I smile and walk out of that hellhole and down the hallway. I press the button for the elevator to come to our floor. I stand there for what felt like a year waiting for the Elevator to come down. A guy stands behind me with a little beard, and he’s sorter tall-ish with black hair. And is skinny like a matchstick. He has a budge on which tells me he’s security. I turn to take a glance in his direction, wondering whose security he is, there are only doors and doors in the hallway so I cant tell. In these hallways it’s so silent because every room is sound proof. You can’t hear a thing unless a door is opened and then it’s only for a second until the door is shut again. He gives me a little smile, I smile back at him and then I hear the Bing that sounds when the elevator door opens to let us in. I walk into it and the man stands in front of me. “First floor?” he asks, I nod to tell him yes and he presses the button.

Finally the elevator door opens on the first floor and I get out, the guy let me go first, I walk to the drink machine. I put a dollar coin in and press the ‘sprite’ button and I hear the crash as the can drops from its holder and into the pocket. I put my hand in and grab the can. Sit on the seat near it and open my drink. I take a long sip from it. After I pull the can from my lips I see the same security guy sitting beside me. I smile at him again. He seems nice. Cute in a way, too.

“Hi” he says, as he looks a little frightened. Maybe thinks I’m a snob and don’t talk to people.

“Hey,” I say as I extend my hand for a handshake.

“I’m Mike,” He shakes my hand. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all. Be my guest.” I say. “I actually need someone to talk to and get my mind off work for a little while.” I smile my home-grown sweet smile. My mother always said if you want a guy to be nice give them the innocent smile, the one that says you’re a virgin, when really you know that you aren’t. And it always works.

“I heard you were recording your new album here. I wasn’t sure though, you know how rumours are.” So he knows who I am then. Cool!

“Yeah, fifth floor. It’s been going alright, I guess.” He looks a little worried now.

“I wanna ask you something. I know it’s not professional like or anything, but my sister absolutely adores you. She has all your pictures and posters all over her room. All your CDs…” He starts to say but I cut him off.

“My autograph?” I ask, knowing exactly that’s what he’s going to ask.

“Well, only if it’s okay. I don’t want to bother you or anything.”

“Sure. Have you got a pen and paper?” I ask him and he puts his hand in his jacket pocket and pulls out a notebook and a blue pen. “Who should I write it out to?” I say taking the book and pen from him.

“Oh, just…err… could you just put your name?”

“Is this for your sister or you?”

“Oh, well, actually I’m a fan too.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. I like talking to my fans. It’s nice to know someone likes your music, even though you don’t. Ya know? I hate that Pop shit that they make me record!” I say not even thinking about what I was saying.

“Mike, we need you.” A male voice says from the corner of the hallway.

“Okay. Sorry, I gotta go. It was real nice meeting you. Thanks for the autograph” I smile as he takes off with the other guy. I cannot believe who that was! He is like my fucking Idol! I just love that man so much. I get up and walk to the corner but I can’t see them anymore. Oh, My God! … Ok maybe I was imaging it or something. Yeah. That’s right I was imagining the whole thing. But I must ask Steve if they’re recording here today just to be on the safe side.

I quickly run to the elevator and push the button. I bounce on my feet, anxious to get to the fifth floor and in the studio. As I get into the studio door I scream out to Steve. “STEVE, IS GOOD CHARLOTTE RECORDING HERE TODAY?” I don’t notice anything besides Steve’ surprised look on his face. “WELL?” I say, as he isn’t answering me.

“Calm down. No need to yell, I’m right in-front of you!”

“Sorry. But are they?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, my-fucking-god. Steve. I just saw Benji.” I say twirling around. I can’t remember when I was this happy.

“And?”

“What do you mean by ‘and’? Don’t you know how much I love them? They are my favourite band! I mean, I fucking LOVE them! I’ve liked them for, god only knows how long and I’m in the same building as them!” He gives me this strange look as if to say I-have-no-clue-what-you’re-going-on-about-but-its-freaking-me-out. “Oh, come on. You must know how obsessed I am with them. You just have to know.”

“Nope. Didn’t know, but now I do.” I sit down, shocked and excitement going through my body.

“I cant believe you didn’t know. They’re all I ever talk about!”

“Not to me you haven’t.” Steve says and looks away. “OK boys, that’s enough for today. I’ll see ya’s in the morning.” I still sit there as the boy band walks out of the room, muttering Good-bye to us. I don’t answer and have this stupid grin on my face. “OK, Duffer, honey, you know if you like them that much we could go down and see them, but only if you want to.”

“Are you kidding me? We can seriously go and see them record?” I say jumping up from my seat.

“Of course we can. I’m friends with their manager. I was down there yesterday, actually.” He says as he’s taking the type outta the recorder machine. “So you wanna?”

“No need to ask me. I’m shocked that you never told me this before!” I say as we walk out of the door and down the hallway.

“Well, it’s not like you told me you wanted to meet them or anything. It’s just one of those things, ya know?” He said as we got into the elevator and he pressed the button for the first floor.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. “Yeah, I know.” I was getting nervous. All these thoughts were going through my head about if I didn’t look right. What if I said something totally out of the blue and totally stupid? I would make a complete ass out of myself, and it would in-front of Benji, Joel, Billy, Chris and Paul… if the whole five of them were there, that is.

Once we got to the studio, which was on the first floor, number 26, Steve knocked on the door and the door opened. “Hey,” the person said, shaking hands with Steve and moving out of the way for us to enter. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just my girl here wants to meet the boys.” The man looked at me and gave me a big smile.

“Come in. don’t be scared, they aren’t going to bite your head off.” I reckon I was as white as a ghost, I was THAT nervous. My legs felt like Jelly as I walked into the room and heard Joel telling someone to stop doing whatever it was they were doing. My head started to spin from excitement. “Sit down.” The man said, showing me a chair, “You can watch them go at each-others throats and laugh along with me.”

“Thanks” I said in a low tone and sat on the chair. I looked through the glass and saw Joel sitting on a stool beside Benji. The other guys weren’t there.

“Guys, we have a guest so be good!” The man, that I assume to be their producer said into the microphone. The boys looked up and smiled.

“Hey,” both said at the same time.

“We promise,” Joel said with a serious face.

“Benji?”

“Ok, I promise too.”

“OK, let’s get started then.”

I sat there for an hour listening to them record. I know when I wake in the morning it will come crashing down on me that I was listening to raw, and new material of Good Charlotte. I had sat in their studio for an hour listening to them and they were awesome!

“So, did you like it?” Joel said coming out of the booth area and looking at me.

“Yeah. It was great!” I said beaming at him. It could have been shit and I would still love it though, so my opinion wasn’t worth much.

“Good. I’m glad someone liked it,” he said glaring at Benji.

“What?” Benji said grabbing his soda can and drinking from it.

I bit my lower lip and said “Who wrote it?” I just HAD to know.

“Actually Billy did. It’s a love song to Linzi.”

“Cool. I like it.”

“Yeah, he has talent. Real talent.”

“Sure does.” I concluded and looked at Benji. For some reason I couldn’t stop staring at him. Everything he did seemed sexy and I just wanted to keep looking at him.

“Helloooo,” Joel said waving his hand in my face.

“Oh, sorry, what did you say?” I said turning to look at Joel.

He laughed. “I didn’t say anything, you just seemed hypnotized is all.” I blushed. “It’s ok, don’t get embarrassed. It just sucks cuz Benji likes it when girls watch him. It makes him more of a pig. Isn’t that right, Benjamin?”

“What?” Benji said looking up from the piece of paper on the table.

“You like it when girls watch you.” Joel said again, which made me go even brighter red.

“Who’s watching me?” he looked confused. Joel sighed, and then Benji looked at me, “You were?”

“Err…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah she was. I think someone has a crush.” Oh god the embarrassment! What made me come down here? What in the world made me watch Benj?

“Guys, leave her alone.” Their producer said and came over. “Don’t listen to them. They’re always like this.” He reassured me.

Well that sure comforts me. I got their autographs and ran out of there so fast, I didn’t even say bye or anything. My face was so hot, but not as hot as Benji was. God, that boy is pretty, and yes, I say pretty.

When I got back to my studio Steve was getting my next tape ready for recording. “How was it?”

“Bloody embarrassing, but great all the same.” I said with a smile.

“Glad you had fun. Now it’s time for work, Miss.” Oh great.

I went into my booth and starting singing into the mic, it was some pop shit that was written by some guy who probably has never been in love or felt a woman’s touch. After the song I opened my eyes and I felt my face heat up. Benji was sitting beside Steve and they were fiddling with all those buttons. “That was good. Once more though.” Steve said. How does he expect me to sing in-front of Benji? Damn, I cant do it! I just cant.

“Steve…err…” I said into the mic. “I cant.”

“Why not?”

Shit how am I going to say this? “Because I just cant.”

“Not good enough.” Now I have Benji looking at me. Could my face get any hotter?

“Well, you see… well, it’s like this…OK It’sbecauseBenji’shere.” I spat out.

“What?” Steve laughed.

“OK. It’s because Benji’s here.” I said slower this time.

“Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not even here.” Benji said.

“Yeah just pretend he isn’t in here or something.” Steve said.

“How?”

Oh god this is terrible. “If you do this song, you can go.”

I closed my eyes and cleared my mind the best I could, pushed the thought of Benji into the back of my head and belted the lyrics out again.

“Oh god, Duffer, that was the best ever!” Steve said turning the machine off. “I think we should get Benj in here everyday.” Oh please, no.

“That was great.” Benji said, I blushed. What the hell is wrong with me? I cant seem to stop blushing around him.

“Thanks.” I said and hopped down from the stool. I walked into the part where Benji and Steve were and put my jacket on. But I didn’t want to leave while Benji was here.

“Well, I’m off. That was great, Duffer. 6am again tomorrow. Busted are coming back in for another song, too.”

After Steve left, Benji looked at me. “So, you like our music?” He said to me.

“Yeah, you’re cool. Actually, I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.” I said. He walked closer to me, I was leaning against the edge of the table. Did the temperature go up? Did Steve turn off that useless cooler on the way out?

“Cool," Benji said drawing the word out slowly. His head was looking down watching where he stepped over the cables from the sound desk. He glanced up so that he could just see me from under the side-on peak of his cap the way he usually wears it, "And me? You WERE watching me, right?"

“Hmmm… Yeah, I guess," I was starting to stammer. Shit. Why can't I just say it? Right? Like, he's just another guy, isn't he? Oh dear god! I could feel my cheeks starting to flush, "Ummm, I mean, yeah. You’re my favourite, I s'pose.”

“Nice,” his fingers traced around the toggles on the desk. This was sheer torture. How I wanted that desk to be me! I was watching his hand move over it, tweaking at it, stroking the levers, caressing the cool metal.

I was getting nervous. He was looking at me strangely. “Yep.” I said to him. I had to say something. It was too tense in here. The air was getting hard to breath. If I didn't make a sound he might hear how fast and hard my heart was thumping.

He was swinging his hips as his hand stroked the edge of the table. The striped tie that was his signature look swung tantalisingly across the buttons of his shirt.

“Cool. Do you have to go now, or can ya stay for a little?”

His voice was odd. I hadn't heard that tone before, and I had heard all his interviews, of course. No. I was hearing things. My ears were playing up after listening to those worthless brats all day.

“Umm… well, I don’t have to go this second, no.” I stammered uncertainly, unable to look him in the eye. Oh my god. I'm gonna faint if he gets any closer. Now, that'd make a good impression, wouldn't it?

He moved even closer to me and I could feel his breath on my face, as he stood there I could hear my pulse thumping in my ears, it was going a hundred miles pre-hour. He swung those god-like hips and stopped moving.

“That’s good,” he said in a low, seductive voice. He was standing right in front of me. My brain was squealing like some stupid fuckin teen.

“Yep.” I said, only because I couldn’t think of anything else besides kissing him. My hands were shaking. I clutched the edge of the table I was leaning up against so that he couldn't see them trembling.

He looked up. He looked straight up. He looked up at ME. Oh my god! I can't breath. I can't even blink. My eyes are trapped in his gaze. He has to be able to hear the way my heart is beating loud and frantic like some wicked drummer.

There’s the shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s so close I can smell him, hot and sweaty from his own recording session. But he looks so cool, so in control, so .. so.. hot. I daren’t breath out unless it sounds like a sigh.

He lifts one hand and brushes a stray strand of hair off my forehead. I can’t stop the quiver as his fingers touch my skin. I know he saw it. The hint of a smile starts to spread along his lips. The stud at that side of his mouth twitches and glints. I can’t not look at it, the way it shines in the harsh studio lights. My own mouth starts to relax. I can feel the dry lips parting.

Oh god! I must look like a slut. Turn away, turn away. I can’t move. His other hand is on my upper arm. His fingers firm against my quivering flesh.

“Shhhhh,” he whispers simply. His breath is hot against my face. My heart is beating so fast it is like a humming bird caged inside my ribs. His free hand edges down the side of my face then traces the line of my jaw to my chin. I’m shaking uncontrollably. He has to see it; he has to feel it. He balances the tip of my chin on the crook of his finger and tilts my face to look directly into those warm brown eyes. With an unexpected wink, his mouth closes over mine. That’s it! I’m gonna faint. Right here, right now, into his arms. Oh great!

He doesn’t relent. His lips press harder on mine; his eyes are still looking straight into my soul. A small sound escapes me, like a whimper. He pulls away a fraction, looking hard at my face, and completes the smile that has been slowly growing on his lips. He moves his head a little so that as he bends his head towards me again he can whisper directly into my ear.

“Breath!” he orders. I gasp an indrawn breath. All will and power has deserted me. I can’t move, or think. I’m trapped in some weird-arsed spell. His tongue flickers and teases my earlobe. Something strange stirs in my belly. He nibbles gently with his teeth and I can’t suppress the giggle that bubbles from my throat.

“Like that?” he whispers. I think I nodded, just a little, I couldn’t speak. His tongue trailed from my ear down my throat and followed the edge of my top to my cleavage. He kissed me there. His lips hot and wet. The sound of my heart thumping and the gasp that shook me may have startled him. He stood up and looked at me again, tilting his head to the side just a fraction.

Well, what can I say? He wasn’t going to go that far and just leave. He couldn’t get me all stirred up and then just go. I don’t know if he was thinking that or not. I’ll have to ask him some time. But if he’s going to think I’m some sort of music slut, I may as well go all the way. With some mammoth strength from I don’t know where, I manage to move. I reach across the small distance and grab his tie. While he is still surprised I pull on it gently dragging his face to mine. And then I kissed him.

I kiss him like he’ll never forget. My lips are hard against his. His tongue sweeps my lips, mine probes against his lips and teeth until he allows them to open, and then our tongues are tangled drawing upon each other inviting entry.

His hand on my arm moves around to my back and pulls me against him. He’s hungry now, as am I, but still a little tentative. He’s not sure of me, what I will do, how far I will go. My hand that is not crushed between our bodies coils around his head. My fingers rake through the hair at the base of his neck. I know it’s making him tremble, just as his hand sends a shiver down my spine.

Slowly I start to undo the buttons of his shirt. My fingers are trembling. I can barely push the elusive pieces of plastic through the tight little holes but I manage to get the top one free, and then the next, and the one after that. My fingers slide beneath the fabric. I feel the flesh flinch under my touch.

He huffs and slips his hand under my top, exploring my back. His hot touch leaves trails of fire in my skin. I start to burn. His hand extends to my side, his gentle touch tickling me, nerve endings leap into fiery life. The sensation reaches into my tummy like fingers of fire that clench at my insides, twisting, torturing. My muscles tighten against the intrusion, I feel my buttocks and thighs squeeze together involuntarily.

Antagonising inch by inch, his fingers creep towards my breasts. Flames leap from his fingertips tantalising my body. He moves enough to allow a small space between our bodies, yet his mouth still covers mine and his tongue is burrowing hard and hot into my mouth. Without warning, his hand closes over one of my breasts. I would have screamed if he wasn’t still kissing me. My nipples were suddenly hard and his fingers teased them further into tight hard balls. Suddenly my top was pushed up exposing my breasts.

His head moved down to my chest, his tongue licked my nipples and then he blew gently on the moistened skin causing a thrill to course through my body straight to my groin. I groaned loudly, I could feel the smile on his lips as his mouth now closed over one breast. I shivered. Oh god! He’s good.

He pushed the top higher pulling my arms from him so that he could slip it off altogether. With my top off I am compelled to return the favour. Fuck the buttons, I don’t have time to fiddle around with them. I grasp both sides of the partially opened shirt and give a sharp firm tug. The remainder of the buttons tear from the fabric falling to the floor. Stuff them. I can mend it later. I peal the shirt from his body, slowly uncovering the exotic images that swim and dance across his skin.

I follow the lines of pattern and colour with my fingertips. He groans and twitches beneath my touch. He kisses me again on the mouth, crushing our bared bodies together in his powerful arms. I feel his heart beating hard and strong, my fluttering pulse steadies and matches his rhythm. Our temperature has soared to fever pitch.

The heat coming from both our bodies is unbearable and I can feel he is thinking the same as me. I move my hands down to his belt and un-do it as if it’s Christmas morning and it’s the first present I get to and it’s got something I desperately wanted all year. He moves his body away from mine just an inch, so I can get a grip on it. I can feel his flesh under the zip of his jeans thumping. As the belt loosens from its hold his pants fall a little to reveal the bulge in his boxers.

I can feel his hands trancing down my back and ending at my butt. He leaves them there for a little, just while I get his belt fully un-done. Then as his pants fall to the ground he puts his fingers on the inside of the hem of my pants and tugs them down to my knees. I kiss him again and play with his boxer shorts, trying to get the bulge to reveal it’s true self. As it pops out, he brings me closer and I can feel it against my flesh. A small part of me is now telling me to stop, but fuck it, I’m going for this if it’s the last thing I do now. I cant just stop now that my heat is like Lava between my legs. It’s killing me. I just want him inside of me!

And he must’ve read my mind because he lifted me on top of the table and placed his fingers on my stomach, kissing it and touching it made my skin twitch. His touch was like pins to my skin. I was on melt-down. I NEEDED him, now! He pulled my pants down the rest of the way and let them drop to the floor, next to our tops. He then crawled on top of me and let himself slide in-between my legs and I could feel all his manly-hood against my skin. Oh, how I wanted it right here, right now!

I feverishly cupped his face in my hands and kissed him hard. He put his hands in-between my legs and placed his penis on the outside of me. I groaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness touch my wetness. He slowly and gently pushed himself inside of me and it felt like all my inside twisted into a heap and I couldn’t breathe again. I was trying my hardest to get my breathe back, it felt like I was choking on the heat of everything. Benji placed his hand on my chest and mouthed ‘relax’. was I that tense that he even felt it? Oh god, I didn’t realise how tense I actually was.

I relaxed my body the best I could. The best way I knew how. He slid himself deeper inside of me and I moaned into his ear. His thrusts were slow and gentle. I could feel him moan into my neck, it was like a wave of air going over my skin and dropping off at the back of it like a leaf falling from a branch. His thrusts were getting deeper and faster and my own moan escaped my throat. I felt like I was going to pee myself. I quickly just relaxed everything and I moaned again. He went faster and faster and I felt him thumping inside of my walls as I was getting to climax.

“Ben..” I started to say but he put his hand over my mouth to shush me. I drag my nails into his back as I couldn’t hold any-longer and just let myself climax and I groaned ever so slightly. It was like a mouse squeak and he too moaned into my ear again and I felt all his body fluids enter me. He let himself drop on top of me and we just laid there for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to move or speak in case I woke up and it would all be a dream.

Eventually he got up and said “Thanks,” like I wasn’t anything. Like I was some slut off the street who he paid a few dollars to.

“No problem,” I said not wanting to say what I really thought of his words.

“Sorry. That came out wrong. I meant thanks for being a fan and Thanks for being so amazingly great!” Oh, now that’s better. I smiled at it. And said back.

“You’re welcome, Benji.” He pulled his pants on and his top was half-way on when he walked up to me and kissed me lightly on the lips and gave me the oh so nice smile. Then he walked out the door and I sat there in all my nakedness, just thinking of what just happened. Would I ever seen him again? Would we ever do that again? I don’t care. He was fucking huge anyways. Seriously, he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m not just saying that cuz we’re talking about Benjamin either, He really is the biggest I’ve ever saw!

I got up and found my top and pants together on the floor, where we had dropped them earlier. Slowly I put my top over my head and slipped my pants on, all the while still thinking about Benji. I grabbed my keys and jacket, knowing that I was left to lock up. I locked up and went to the elevator doors and saw the same security guy walking down the hallway and stood right next to me. He smiled at me but didn’t speak. Could he know already? No, that’s impossible, right?

The elevator Binged and I stepped in and pressed the button for the first floor. As I stepped out of it I saw Benji and Joel at the entrance talking and laughing. I blushed, thinking that maybe Benji’s telling Joel what happened. I walked past them, trying to avoid eye contact, but no such luck Joel spoke to me “C’ya tomorrow, Duffer.” I smiled at him and walked out the door and home.
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