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An Irresistible Force and An Immovable Body	By : LegnaangeL Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Good Charlotte or the Maddens. This is ficition & not at all true & no money has been or will ever be made.

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A/N: I make references to several musical artists and songs in this chapter. All artists/songs are acknowledged appropriately and obviously I don’t own them, their work, or make any profit. I got “Your Fucking Beautiful” from the song “Snowblinded” by KillHannah featuring none other than Benji Madden. The coal to diamond comment is courtesy of Ferris Bueller. Last but not least, the Wookie comment is in Mammals by The Bloodhound Gang.

“Don’t you want me baby…”

I smile as I sit on the bathroom counter, listening to all of the songs. I know that Benji and Joel are not exactly happy with me at the moment. The stereo system in my room fades out of the old ABC song. That is the latest song in a long stream of songs I have now been subjected to that perpetuates the theme of “want” in regards to another human being. It’s their way of ‘getting back at me’ for not coming out of the bathroom.

The first song the twins played was “She’s so Heavy” by the Beatles.

“I want you…I want you so baaaad…”

The next couple of songs were even more direct. Fantasy by Ludicris came blaring over the speakers.

“I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes…”

Then…

“I want your sex…”

Good ole George Michael…I still remember how bad it sucked in the early nineties when I found out he didn’t like girls. Sigh. I guess we girls can’t win them all.

After these two, several songs were remixed together and I can only assume my dear experienced djs had gone outside and gotten their equipment. It was quite entertaining to hear what they came up with. Not to mention flattering to have them spin a whole set just for my bathroom listening pleasure. Potty time never had it so good!

Def Lepard yelled,

“What do you want?”

Then Bowling For Soup replied,

“She‘s all I want and I‘ve waited for so long.”

Def Lepard asked the same question again,

“What do you want?”

This time Rick Springfield sang back,

“I wanna hold Jesse’s girl…why can’t I find a woman like that…”

There were a lot of others and plenty that I have no clue about at all. I did notice that they picked a lot of songs I already knew…from before…that is before I got sick. Both of them know my hearing comes and goes. Sometimes there is a ringing in my ear that almost completely deafens me. However, most of the time, the ringing is bearable, my hearing is fairly normal, and it’s just the damn dizziness I have to cope with…like today.

Suddenly, a new song starts. I can hear the unmistakable frantic beat of a remix. Instantly, I recognize the singer’s voice. It’s Joel and most definitely Good Charlotte. I listen intently, finally figuring out which song of their’s it is. The repeater is on and only two lines from Keep Your Hands Off My Girl are battling it out over the syncopated beat.

“She…she…she don’t wanna talk about it…

Me…me…I don’t wanna fight about it…”

Rolling my eyes, I still chuckle and give them an “A” for being creative. One thing is for certain about Benji and Joel. They know how to get a point across. May not be the most eloquent or elegant verbiage you have ever heard, but there is no mistaking what they mean. I just wish I could feign ignorance this once.

Sighing I realize I have managed to evade them temporarily but I can only ’use’ the bathroom for so long. Deciding to bite the bullet and face them, I get up and stop cold. Gazing at the dark basin in front of me, I receive divine inspiration: the bath tub. My black marble tub is gorgeous, big enough for 5 people, and one of the least used commodities in my house. Most of the time, I just take a shower because it is easier and I love the multi level mist sprayers. It’s kind of like a stand up Jacuzzi but better for the environment thanks to the misting which increases water conservation.

Hey, I care about water, what can I say?

So my tub is truly a luxury I rarely afford myself. But today I have a big dilemma. Conserve water and face the Madden Twins or to hell with water and put off the showdown at the B&J Corral? All it takes is one knock on the door from Joel and the hot water is on in the tub.

“Jade?” Joel calls through the door, after I start the water.

“What?”

Joel hesitates, trying to form his question with tact. “Do you really think a bath is wise? I mean you‘ve been so dizzy all day and I don‘t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m fine and my dear Wonder Twins are just outside my door. They can ‘activate’ if I need them.” Pretty good Super Friends humor if I say so myself.

There is a muffled conversation between the guys and then I hear Benji say, “Let me try.”

“Jade,” Benji says in an authoritative tone. “Come on, I know you aren’t taking a bath. You’re just stalling.”

I glance down and realize at the moment, he is right. My clothes are still on. Slipping off my shoes I retort, “I really am taking a bath, Benj so…go away.”

“Jade,” Benji growls. “We all three know you shouldn’t be doing this so get your ass out here now…or else.”

Hurriedly, I take off my clothes and throw them in the laundry chute, snickering at my cleverness.

“Or else what?” I ask Benji, grabbing a towel just in case he decides to barge in. I have left the door unlocked as a precaution because, first of all, I am not stupid. Vertigo is unpredictable so it is best not to tempt fate. Things could suddenly go very wrong and I might really need their help. And, second of all, I know I can trust them. Benji and Joel have their faults, but they are both chivalrous and gentlemen.

Sort of.

I hear another quick muffled conversation then one of them, I think it is Benji, says, “Fuck this.”

For about 3 minutes, there is nothing but running water and peace. I add some soothing oils to the water, enjoying the light fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood that is wafting in the air. Checking the temperature of the water, in a couple more moments, the bath will be full and ready to envelop me in its liquid luxury. Standing and moving to the counter, I hear a metallic scraping sound as I pass the door. It continues for about 30 seconds, then stops. Shrugging, I strip off the towel I am wearing and fold it. Before I lay it on the counter, the scraping sound starts up again. Absently, I wonder if it is the twins or my body’s newest variation of ‘ringing’ in my ears. The sound stops again and I hurry toward the tub. It’s almost full and without the towel I am freezing. Holding on to the wall, I extend a foot into the steamy, bubbly water.

CLANK!

I feel more than hear the metal hit the floor. I turn around, withdrawing my foot from the water. My mouth falls open as I gape at the door. The gorgeous brass handle is lying on the floor and there is a hole where it is suppose to still be in the door.

The door that was already unlocked…in the first place!

Before I have time to really think anymore about this absurdity, Benji unceremoniously kicks the door open. He and Joel enter one after the other with Benji pulling up short when he sees me, and Joel slamming hard, into him.

“What the fuck, Benj?” Joel curses as he unintentionally body slams his brother’s back. The full force of Joel’s weight doesn’t budge Benji and inch.

Frustrated, Joel hits Benji’s arm. “What are you doing…”

Benji just stares, unblinking, straight ahead. Joel’s eyes follow Benji’s stare finally find what has so captivated his twin.

Me.

It is one of those moments in life: you know, the ones that it seems like time is standing still, there is no way this can be real, and you can’t move or look away even if your life depends on it. I stand in front of these two gorgeous men that I have lusted over for years…completely naked. I probably should cover myself with, well, with something. But I don’t. I just stand there in all my hourglass-birthday-suit glory and let them stare.

And stare, they both do.

The comedienne in me wants to quip, Take a picture: it will last longer. But knowing Benji the way I do…well, in this instance, Joel too…they will whip out their damn phones! That would not be good seeing as Benji is already on his 5th phone this month. All I need is for him to snap a pic, lose his phone, again, and then find my naked ass on the internet! Shivering hard at that terrible thought, I decide that comedy is not the best policy right now.

“Are you c-cold?” Joel stutters, his words seeming to stick in his throat.

I look him in the eyes. “No.”

Joel holds my gaze with his own, letting his eyes communicate his unapologetic intentions to look his fill. He starts his visual journey over my body and I can almost feel each look like a caress. My skin grows hot when his eyes inch down my face and neck. Joel continues to take in every inch of my creamy skin, his sooty lashes lazily falling downward with his gaze. Licking his lips seductively, he stops just below my abdomen. I blush, seeing that he is focusing between my legs. Evidently, Joel must like the fact I shave because I see the ghost of a smile on his lips. He moves his hand moves down the front of his right hip discreetly. His supple fingers slowly stretch, moving in a controlled way over a growing bump close to his front jean pocket. Joel doesn’t stop staring at my shaven lips while his fingers continue to caress what I suddenly realize must be his stiffening cock. It doesn‘t take long for a small damp spot to appear as his precum begins soaking through his jeans. He presses harder with his hand and every so slightly begins thrusting his hips into his talent fingers, ever so often.

White-hot lust flashes through my body at Joel’s obvious physical reaction to me. What a rush to know, in the space of less than hour, I have been the sole cause of getting both of these sexy men hard. These wanton feelings are enough to force out any thoughts of malaise. All I want to do is ride this amazing tidal wave of desire.

My mind whispers that this is not enough: passion’s inferno without the terra-firma of the heart will consume one’s body…and soul.

The burn of this same fire is etched all over Joel’s pleasure contorted features. Watching the flames lick at his bulging groin through his fingers, and now his palm, I can not deny it.

I want to join him there.

I close my eyes and slip my hands over my body trying to soothe the horrible yet wonderful ache he has caused. My plump, pink nipples harden as I run my hands over my full breasts and I hear both men groan softly. The sound of their sexy voices increases my pleasure as my hand slides between my legs. Pausing there only for a second, I confirm with my fingers what I already knew: I am becoming very wet between my legs. Tale-tale flush marks cover my chest and my eyes dilate more fully. With a great effort, I wind my hands around my soft, toned belly and open my eyes.

Joel continues to stare and rub his ever-expanding wet spot, so I am free to send my eyes over gorgeous Benji. His eyes are so dark with lust, they look fathomless. The choppy breaths he keeps taking, makes him look like he is already thrusting away deep inside me. Selecting a page out of Joel’s book, I let my eyes fall down between Benji’s legs. The sight makes my mouth dry. He is still wearing the black cotton pants and I am so very glad that he is! His wonderful pulsating cock is standing at full mast, causing a massive bulge in the apex of his pants. Benji’s prick is so rigid, it actually arches the black material up and over the waist band, straining to reach his navel. He knows I am staring at it because his hand reaches down and massages it through his pants. Benji sighs softly. After several strong strokes, he slows down and uses just his index finger and thumb to travel up the length of his cock from the base. He exhales sharply as he reaches the still covered tip and pinches it.

It’s my turn moan. Against my will my body writhes and I realize that the heat is too much. I want to assuage the terrible pleasure-pain that is burning between my legs and theirs. My hands spasm around my waist, as I fight hard to remain standing. I need to touch them.

This is way past simply ’want’.

Benji shudders, responding to me. Pinching the swollen crown of his wildly pulsing cock again, I notice the first telltale signs of impending release. I watch as he grits his teeth, determined to remain in control. After a few seconds, his jaw unclenches although his body remains tense. Running his index finger down the backside length of his painfully stiff dick, Benji rests his hand on his leg. His eyes finish taking me in from head to toe as he fights vainly to regain some control over his rapid breathing and pounding heart.

With a shaky breath, Benji peruses my body once again like his is seeing me for the first time. I can’t read the new emotion on his face. It is different from the blazing look a few moments ago. Benji reaches my feet with his ominous near-hazel orbs then sends them back up my scorched skin. I hold my breath because I know the verdict is coming.

Funny, isn’t it, how females can’t just ‘see’ how pretty they are and how much men want them. Women want to hear it. I am no different.

Ever so slowly, Benji’s eyes rise up to meet mine. I lock my gaze with his and wait. He doesn’t disappoint me.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

The sincerity in his voice robs me of speech as the air in my lungs rushes out in a near sob. He really means it. But more than that: I can feel that he means it. His words swirl around my body, soul, heart, and mind. They are alive. Tears spring to my eyes as I feel something deep inside of me start to move. The horrible corpse that has rotted within me since the day I became ill is rising. The words Benji spoke are bringing my inner corpse to its feet. Standing, it departs from the sarcophagus of my soul.

For the first time since I have gotten sick, I feel the first real stirrings…of life.

I tear my eyes from Benji’s beautiful face and look at his equally magnificent mirror image still standing next to him. Joel knows what I am wanting from him. He steps forward, capturing my attention. Benji turns his head and watches him too, his eyes growing wider with each step Joel takes. Walking all the way up to my right side in front of the tub , Joel glances at me with burning hot eyes. Promises of mind-numbing pleasure and excruciating bliss flow from his soul‘s windows into mine.

Bending down, he shuts off the water just before it reaches the top of the tub; then he gazes back into my eyes.

“You win.”

It takes a moment for Joel’s words to register. I win? Win what? THEM?!

Seeing my confusion, he clarifies his statement. “You win: you are going to take a bath.”

My eyes fall for a moment; his words are a colossal let down, especially after what Benji has just said. The living dead that is me puts its hand back on its former resting place. Reality and consequence threaten to crash in like wolves at the door.

“Oh.” I whisper.

But Joel wasn’t through.

“You are going to take a bath,” He says again, softly. “With us.”

Snapping my head back, I look at him startled.

He chuckles.

Damn him.

Benji laughs also.

Well, damn him too. Where the fuck is a light saber?

Still smiling, Joel extends his hand to me.

I look at Joel’s pro-offered hand.

Taking it, means there is no turning back.

He waits patiently as I make up my mind.

Benji isn’t that patient.

Kicking off his shoes, Benji starts disrobing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Joel asks him, in complete exasperation, dropping his hand back to his side.

“Look,” Benji says pragmatically. “You may want to get in that tub with all of your clothes on, Mr. Modest. But I prefer easy access and skin to skin works best for that.” His eyes rake down me just before he yanks off his shirt.

“Have you no class?” Joel asks, appalled. “This isn’t some hook-up, Benj. She is one of our dearest friends. I’m sorry but there is a right way and a wrong way to do this and your way is coming off cheap and disgusting.”

Benji pauses, his hands on the waist band of pants, and looks at me. His eyes shift to Joel and he gives his twin the once over. The waist band snaps back over his still bulging cock, straining to cover it. A knowing smirk splays across Benji’s face as he stalks up to Joel.

“I’m disgusting?” He asks, standing in front of Joel, to my left, he then points to Joel’s right hip. “Then what do you call that? It looks like you already finished, bro. If not, you are seriously backed up and way overdue for even a mercy lay.”

I follow Benji’s index finger. He is right: Joel has made a total, wet mess of his jeans. Conspiratorially, Benji puts the back of his hand to the side of his mouth and whispers to me, loudly.

“It’s because he doesn’t masturbate.”

“Benji!” Joel yelps.

“I told him it isn’t a sin…”

“Shut up!”

“…but he still thinks it is.”

“I’m warning you,” Joel hissed.

“Even our doc told him to slap the salami at least 5 times a week because…”

“God, Benji, shut the fuck up!’

“…it’s a good way to prevent prostate cancer.”

“I am sorry about this, Jade…” Joel looks at me thoroughly embarrassed.

I try to in vain to conjure a response but Benji isn’t done.

“Now that we are in our thirties, the doctor also recommended a little extra help,” Benji smiles defiantly at Joel. “Especially since Joel won’t choke the chicken.”

Joel’s eyes widen. “Dammit Benji, that is enough…”

“So when was the last time you used yours?”

Used his what? Dick? I am a bit confused.

“I don’t.” Joel bites out giving Benji the ‘drop it’ look.

“Liar.”

“Well you got it too,” Joel lashes out. “How often do you use it?”

“At least 3 to 4 times a week,” Benji answers seriously.

Joel’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline and he momentarily forgets his embarrassment and anger. “It works that well?”

Benji stares at Joel first in surprise then in anger. “Shit, Joel, you really haven’t used it, have you?”

“Benji, I don’t want to-”

“Do you wanna get fucking cancer?” Benji scoffs. “You are unbelievable!”

“Listen, guys,” I start but Joel wants to argue.

“Why are you always on my ass about shit? Why do you give a fuck if I yank my own fucking chain and use that nasty…thingamajig…or not?” Joel bellows.

“First of all,” Benji shoots back. “I do it because I fucking care…”

“Okay, lets all calm down…” But Benji totally ignores me.

“Second, we both know the ’c’ word runs in our family, especially in the men…”

“So, I’ll take more zinc and jog 4 miles instead of 3!”

“Ummm,” I chew on my bottom lip. “My bathwater is getting cold and I am a tad lost in this conversation. So if you two don’t mind, I’m going to get in now.”

Benji just goes right ahead as if I haven’t spoken, so I get in. “Third, I know for a fact your last girlfriend rarely gave you anything except blue balls…”

“FUCK. YOU. BENJI.”

I knew Benji was right about that. Joel had told me himself that the model-esque girl rarely finished what she started with him. A blush crept up my face as I tucked my chin to my chest. I remembered all the fantasies I had had about Joel relieving himself manually because of those frustrations that that anorexic bitch had caused. It was sad to think that none of those delicious dreams about him were even remotely true.

Wait a second. I just watched that little shit masturbate right in front of me!

My head came up as I remembered something else. Something evidenlty Benji didn’t recall. I’m not sure how he could forget it, but judging from their conversation, he had.

Joel is a guy.

I smirk remembering the three absolutes about guys: all guys download porn, all guys ‘look’, and all guys wank off.

As their fight rages on, I zone out. I lean back in the tub, enjoying the hot water, and process what I heard earlier. Okay, evidently the doctor had given the guys something to ‘help’ them. Being fairly well versed in male sexuality, I reviewed the possible items the doctor might have prescribed…and that Joel would refuse to use.

Penis pump?

Nah, too dangerous and they don’t work. Besides, they both have more than enough judging from what I’ve seen…and felt. Better not think too hard about that…another poor choice of words. Sigh.

Vibrator?

Not likely.

Racking my brain, I am blessed with a sudden epiphany: the prostate. Vaguely, I recall reading an article about prostate massage and its health benefits to men. If that was the case, then the doctor probably prescribed some kind of massage aid so that the guys could, ahem, remain heterosexual and yet expel the built up semen in the prostate even without another person‘s help.

Smiling, I knew why Benji used it so much. The prostate of the male is equivalent to the female g-spot. When done correctly, stimulation of both glands in the male and female, respectively, will produce mind-blowing orgasms. Benji is definitely open-minded enough and secure enough in who he is to be willing to make use of such a device. He would see the benefits to his health…and his sex life.

Joel?

I bit my lip and tried very hard not to laugh. I could just see Mr. Tied-Up-In-Knots’ reaction in my mind’s eye when the doctor informed him that he needed to stick an object up his ass for sexual health purposes.

“You want me to put it where?!”

Yep, Joel was telling the truth on that one. He has never once used the…’thingamajig‘…the doctor gave him. But he does spank the monkey.

I saw him do it with my own two eyes.

“My ass is a motherfucking EXIT ONLY!!” Joel shouts at the top of his lungs, effectively jarring me back from ‘the zone’.

“If you are worried about rectal elasticity,” Benji teases, trying to lighten Joel up. “You shouldn’t. Your ass is so uptight, the doctor could shove a piece of coal up your butt and in 24 hours…we’d have a diamond.”

I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, biting my tongue hard to keep from howling with laughter. It was soooo true.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Joel screeched.

Glancing at Joel, I am shocked. Sweat is all over his forehead and there is high color on his cheeks. His ears are blood red and even his brown eyes have just a touch of crimson in the irises too. Joel isn’t angry. He is livid.

“You know you are really getting worked up over this,” Benji observes, crossing his arms.

“And you aren’t?” Joel spits, his voice still raised.

“No.”

“Are too.”

“Am not,” Benji says calmly. “I don’t have a problem with myself over any of this…but it is painfully obvious that you do.”

“How do you figure that, Benjamin?” Joel demands in increasing decibels.

“Because,” Benji states raising his eyes to Joel’s after a long pause. “I am not the one who is shouting.”

Joel’s phone rings and he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“And I am not the one on edge, either,” Benji adds.

Already answering the phone, Joel flipped Benj the fickle-finger-of-fate.

“Hello?” Joel puts his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. “Right now? Yeah…okay. Peace out.”

“Well?” Benji asks.

Joel takes a moment to collect himself. It pulls at my heartstrings to watch his struggle. Making Joel that mad, well, it takes a lot to do it. Because of this, it also takes him a lot longer to settle back down to normal.

“It was Charlie,” Joel says, running his hand down his face. “There is an offer on the table and he needs to see me.”

“Charlie our agent?” Benji questions, perplexed. “And he only needs you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Well, I better go,” Joel sighs and starts to turn around.

“Joel?”

Joel turns back and looks at me in the tub. He forgot I was here. “Um, yeah, Jade…I’m sorry, about…well about all of this.”

“It’s alright,” I say gently. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he smiles without it reaching his eyes. Looking coldly at Benji, the smile stays frozen on his lips. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Benji raises his eyebrow. “Sorry to disappoint you, Joel, but I am not the saint, here. I’m jerking the gherkin straight to hell, remember?”

Joel’s smile slips off his face as Benji looks at me with a naughty grin.

“That is, unless Jade wants to keep me from sinning and will offer to whack it off for me.”

“What do I get out of that other than one sticky mess and the waste of 60 valuable seconds?” I joke.

Benji sits his right hip on the back edge of the tub by my head. The water is murky from the oils, but I know he can still see my breasts and body fairly well. Glancing down, I realized that the semi-deflated bulge he had earlier is rising again.

“Oh it will be a lot longer than a minute and more than just ‘one‘, Babydoll,” Benji assures me with a sexy smile. “But for every one that you give me, I’ll give you three.”

Oh shit. Benji may hate math. But the boy is damn good with numbers.

“Talk is cheap,” I remind him with what I hope is a cool expression on my face.

“And cheap is exactly what Benji excels at,” Joel forces out.

Benji locks eyes with Joel for a long moment.

The Wonder Twins have activated that mind link again while I have to just sit here wondering.

Benji grimaces at Joel, then leaves, mumbling, “I’ll be back.”

Joel bends his knees and leans down, kissing my cheek softly.

“If he doesn’t behave,” Joel whispers. “I’ll help you shove a damn light saber up his ass.”

I promise, “I won’t be swayed by the dark side of the force, Yoda.”

He laughs and his head moves in front of mine. Joel searches my eyes but I look away. His hands grasp my shoulders to him and his lips crash into mine. I feel his teeth on my lower lip and I open my mouth. Thrusting his velvety tongue past my parted lips, he stokes the simmering fires of lust into a roaring blaze of fury. Sliding his right hand up my shoulder to my head, he leans me up and back, leaving my chest above the water and kissing me hard.

War is declared between what I want and what I need. But Joel’s persistence will not be denied. I cannot push him away. His aura is too powerful…irresistible.

I bring my own right hand up and bury it in his soft hair, hearing and feeling the aching sound he makes in his throat. Reaching with my other hand, I connect with his chest. Overwhelmed by the marvelous taste of his delectable mouth, I am reminded of icy cools like wintergreen and mint. My instincts guide my wandering hand to his peck. Cupping the hardened muscle in my hand, he breaks the kiss with a loud groan. I flick my thumb over his nipple and feel it harden as he pulls my head to the side and feasts on my vulnerable neck.

“Oh God, Joel!” I pant. “I…uh…I…”

Rising up, he licks my earlobe. “You what? Tell me, baby, please tell me you want me. I know you do.”

It’s true. I do want him. But I can’t make the words form. The damned living corpse inside of me still has more than a foot in the grave and it is not ready to be fully alive again yet. Tears spring to my eyes as he looks into them.

“God, Jade, don’t cry,” Joel moans as he crushes me to him. I lay my head on his shoulder holding back my tears.

“There’s just so much, J-Joel,” I stutter. “S-so much…so complicated…”

“Shhh,” He whispers. “Then we’ll find a way to un-complicate it.”

“But…”

“I promise.”

He rocks me gently back and forth in the glorious safety of his arms. I believe him. Joel will do what he says he will do. He will not change in mind, soul, or…body.

After an eternity, he feels the gooseflesh forming on my skin and places me back into the tub with great care. Keeping his eyes on mine, he is a gentleman and does not look down.

I shake my head slightly, amused at his sudden chivalry. He’s already seen all there is to see. Yet, the gesture does touch me, much deeper than I am willing to admit…even to myself.

“I have to go,” Joel laments, rising to his feet. “But God, I don’t want to.”

Automatically, my eyes dart to the door at the mention of him leaving and I am startled to see Benji in the door way. From the look on his face, he has been standing there for quite a while. Concern and tenderness are the most prominent emotions on his expressive face.

Joel turns around but doesn’t seemed surprised at all that his twin is there.

“Take care of her,” He says to Benji.

Benji nods. He hands Joel some jeans as he and Joel pass each other heading to the tub and the door.

“Don’t forget to change,” Benji says dryly.

Joel looks shocked and then blushes. “Thanks,” He mumbles taking the clothes and hurrying into the guest bedroom.

Benji kneels down in the same spot Joel just vacated moments ago. His soft eyes linger on my lips then rise to my own. He isn’t angry that I kissed Joel. Concern pours from his soulful windows.

It’s hard to look at him. I know I won’t be able to hide my inner pain from him because he won’t let me look down like Joel does. Closing my eyes won’t disguise it either. Knowing that I am about to impart my tumultuous turmoil to him, the living dead lies back down in its tomb of despair.

Benji gasps softly and I know he knows. His hand finds my face. Unshed tears well in my eyes, but refuse to spill. I try to break away. He shakes his head at me. Benji absorbs the icy pain willingly. Every tear, every sorrow, every broken dream he gathers them in his eyes. He refuses to let me stop and regardless of the strengthening tide, he remains…immovable.

When I have given it all to him, I sigh. The tears recede. There is no longer the river of anguish running through my soul. Nothing is left.

Nothing.

With his eyes and his touch, I feel him change. The floodgates of his own soul open, overflowing into me. It is the molten passion and zeal that form the very core of who he is rushing at me in an unstoppable volley. It burns, setting fire to the darkest depth in my battered soul. His integrity and faith swirl around in me and lift up the corpse.

I remember my emptiness and fear he too will be but a shell when this is done. Before I can stop him, he smiles and he is through. But unlike me, his has not rendered his soul dry. Instead, we are both awash with his life…force.

Mesmerized and fully aware of what I am doing, I bring his fingers to my lips. I kiss each one and rain kisses on his palm. My lips move from his hand to his wrist and I run my tongue over it.

Benji groans deep in his throat. “Jade…”

I hear the warning is his voice, but I don’t heed it. I continue down his tattooed arm, licking and biting. His strong muscles flex under my sensual assault. Benji tastes like fire; like heat. Lost in my own haze of desire, my fingers stroke where my lips have been. Raking my nails down to his elbow, Benji growls.

Grabbing my wrist, Benji’s voice heatedly informs me, “I’m not Joel.”

I nod and swallow. In the animal kingdom of human sexuality, Joel is a lynx. Benji, however, is a lion.

It’s not smart to tempt a lion.

“Joel?” Benji calls out, never breaking our gaze.

“I’m here.” Joel calls from the door and my eyes fly to him. Just like Benji minutes before, he has been there a while. Amusement plays about his face and passion flickers in his eyes. He is putting on a rain jacket.

“Drive safe,” Benji admonishes, breaking his hold on me at long last to look at Joel.

“I will,” Joel promises. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”

“There is no try,” I smirk.

“Only do or do not,” Benji finishes for me as he gets up and sits back down by me on the tub.

“Got it,” Joel smiles. “Chewy? Make sure Leia doesn’t stay in the tub too long.”

Benji’s eyes glint mischievously. “I’ll haul her royal hiney out soon.”

Rolling his eyes, Joel starts to leave then sticks his head back in, to give me one last bit of advice.

“Leia?”

“Yeah, Yoda?”

“Whatever you do, don’t stroke the Wookie.”
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