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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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“I gotta go to work,” I said once it hit 7am. We were still in the lounge watching movies, we finished the ones John got from the video store and started on the ones in the cabinet by 4am. Erica was half asleep, laying on top of john and he was sound asleep.

“Hmm” Erica murmured. She probably didn’t even hear me. I yawned, stretched then went and had a shower. I was at work by 7.30. When I got in Steve handed me a sheet and got me to sign it.

“What is it?” I asked confused.

“Contract.” He simply said. I looked at him confused.

“For?”

“Busted to put the songs on their record too.” O..k. Why do I need to sign it then?

“What?”

“This is how it works, you record songs with them, we all need to sign copyright contracts and then we put the songs on both records.” Oh, ok then, he could’ve said that in the first place.

“Here ya go,” I handed him the contract after I signed it. I took my coat off and walked in the booth. I was the only one there.

“Erm…Duffer, we’re finished recording.” What? When? How? Cool. “We have twenty songs all up now, we just got to figure out which ones to put on the record.” Cool. I literally bounced from the booth and into the mix desk part. “Good, glad you’re happy cuz I ain’t.”

“Why aren’t you? We don’t have to come in here anymore. It’s so stuffy.” I sat on the chair beside him.

“Because this is the hard part. We have to go through the whole twenty songs and pick ten or so from them. Do you have any idea how hard that’s gonna be?” Hmm…no? “And you still need to do interviews and things too.” Yeah, I know that part. But that’s easy. Boring actually.

“So where do we start, then?”

We worked on them for two and a half hours, it was hard. Trying to pick only ten songs from a bunch, trying to get the best ones when you hated most of them. I got a couple of the ones I wrote on the list. But then it still has to go past the ‘heads’ of the record company and they are really strict with things. It pisses me off. It was nearly 11am by the time we got five songs down. I had to go to the local radio station for my interview and then go home. Early night, YES!

“ok, bye. We’ll talk tomorrow, or something.” I said walking out of the studio and closing the door behind me. As I turned to walk down the hallway I got the biggest shock of my life. Benji and I were nose-to-nose. “Geez, Benj, give me a heart-attack next time.” I said putting my hand to my heart.

“Maybe I will,” he smirked. “Where you off to?”

“I got an appointment.” I said simply, starting to walk to the elevator. He followed me.

“Yeah. Cool. So you wanna meet up afterwards?” What? After he doesn’t talk to me after two times? I don’t think so. Plus, I got things to do, like see Erica and John, and I gotta sleep too!

“I’m sorta busy today. Maybe some other time, yeah?” I said. I don’t really wanna have sex with him. he’s great and all but two times and then he doesn’t really wanna know me afterwards is just cutting a thin line.

“Yeah, ok. I cant argue with that.” He stayed with me till we got to his studio. “I’ll see ya later then.”

“Yeah, fine.” I said walking to Erica’s car that was parked out front.

“Was that Benji?” Erica asked as I hopped in the car.

“Yeah.”

“So why did you let him go?”

“Because I have an interview to get to.” She shrugged her shoulders and started the car up.

As we got to the MixMusic building Erica put her hand on my arm, “Skye. I know there’s something deeper with you lately and I wanna know what it is.” Ok, what does she mean? There’s nothing ‘deep’ with me. “Don’t give me that look. You know what I’m talking about.” She sighed.

“Seriously, I have no idea what you mean.” I looked at her blankly.

“Two weeks ago you couldn‘t stop talking about Benji. And for the past few days you‘ve hardly mentioned him, besides last night.” What the hell?

“Nah, I still like him. Just I have an interview to get to. I’ll see him later… maybe.” I said matter-of-factly.

“So, you still do like him like you used to?”

“Erica, babe, I still like him. He’s still the guy I want.” Just in a different way as what I used to. I want him to actually talk to me properly afterwards, Ya know? “You coming in?” I asked stepping out of the car.

“Yeah.” She got out of the car too and locked the door. You can never be too careful around this place. We walked up to the doors and inside. It looked like just a normal recording building, only there was a bigger desk at the front.

“Can I help you?” a little lady behind the desk said; she had long brown hair, glasses and was so short I had to look over the desk to see her.

“I’m here for an interview for Music’R’Us.” I said.

“What’s your name?”

“Duffer.” She opened a book and trailed down a page with her finger nails; they were fake nails.

“OK. Second floor. Room 6.”

When we got into the studio room, we were greeted by another short girl, 5’5” maybe. Her hair was blonde and just at her shoulders, Green eyes and really slim, but not anorexic thin. “Hello, I’m Lia. Welcome.” She said with an English accent.

“Hi,” I said walking in, with Erica behind me.

The interview took twenty minutes tops. Lia didn’t stop eating right through it; chips, chocolate, cakes, anything that was there she ate. She was also Loud and sang along to the songs as they played. The questions were basically the Duffer as always; Hows the album going, is there any truth to rumours, has my love for rock music past yet with me singing pop. Just all the normal shit that I’ve answered a million times before.

Once we got home I checked the messages on the machine and Steve had left one for me “Ring me. It’s urgent.”

“Wonder what that’s about?” Erica said setting the food we just brought on the bench.

“He sounded desperate. No matter, I’ll call him soon.” I grab a bangle and stuffed some in my mouth. “Yum, I love these”

Erica looked at me. “You might want to call him now. He did say it was urgent.”

I sighed and picked the phone up, without answering Erica. I dialled his mobile number and he answered after one ring. “Wow, quick on that one.” I said into it. “I can’t…I just cant pack all my shit by then…yeah, ok but I cant pack that fast, what do you think I am?…Yeah I know, just I need time for this…ok talk to ya then, bye.” I hung the phone up and turned to Erica, with a little grin on my face.

“Well?” She said with her own piece of bangle.

“They want me to do a spot appearance on a TV show in New York…today! Babe, I can’t pack that fast.”

“I could help ya.” She said swallowing her bit of bangle.

“You could?! OH GREAT! I love you so much!”

“I know and that’s why you’re gonna bring me with you, right?” She smiled. I laughed at her.

“You nut! OK we got to pack then.” It took us 10 minutes to get all my things packed and ready at the door.

“When’s Steve coming to get you?” Erica asked me while we sat on the porch waiting for him.

“In a minute.” I said hearing the car horn. “Speak of the devil.” I hugged Erica and said bye.

I grabbed my bag and got into the car, throwing my bag on the backseat. “Thought you couldn’t pack that fast.” Steve commented as we drove off.

“Don’t get smart. Erica helped me.” I rolled my eyes at him.

Once we got to New York and settled into our hotel rooms, The Hilton Hotel was Steve’s favourite hotel. Not that I didn’t mind staying here, it was on Steve’s account anyway, I would just rather stay at something a bit more cheap. Steve let me un-pack my bag, not that I brought much with me, just a few things that I’ll need for a couple of nights here. He came and got me twenty minutes later. He drove me to the Total Request Live’s studio and said “I wont come to pick you up. Someone already wants to give you a lift back.” then he winked. I was standing there shocked, and dumbfounded at what he said. He laughed.

“Who?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Just take the lift. I’ll talk to ya later if your not busy.”

What does he mean by if I’m not busy? I wont be busy cuz I don’t need to do shit all except sleep after this.

Two hours later and I was on my way out of the building, a hand touched my back and I span around, Benji was standing there. What? How? When did he get here? “Don’t look too happy to see me then.” He pouted. Aw He looked so cute doing that. I wanted to lung myself at him like I did with Ashley and rape him, but I knew afterwards I would feel empty so I just answered him.

“Yeah. Sorry, just tired is all.” I rubbed my eyes for effects.

“Oh, you want a lift to your hotel? I got my car here.” Is Benji what Steve was talking? Is Benji meant to be my lift?

“Where are you staying?” I asked, not wanting him to go out of his way.

“The Hilton Hotel.” OK, this is just too freaky for me. Why is he staying there? Is it just a coincidence or did Steve tell him where we were staying? “You?”

“Duffer. OK you can give me a lift.” We got into his old style black corvette.

On the way to the hotel he asked me. “Is there something wrong?” Of course, duh!

“No. Why?” I was watching out the window at all the scenery.

“Just wondering. You don’t seem as excited to see me. And you don’t watch me anymore.”

“Oh. I didn’t realise that would be a problem.” I said honestly. Doesn’t he actually hate people staring at him? I know I do!

“Well, no it isn’t so much a problem. Just thought you liked me.” Yeah, I DID like you but not really anymore.

“Yeah, I do. Just not as much anymore.” He pulled the car up for vallate parking and we both got out, he handed the keys to a young guy with black spiky hair.

“Why not as much? Am I that bad?” He asked me as we walked into the hotel doors and to the elevator.

“It’s not that. I just know you now. It feels different.” I pressed the button for the elevator to come down.

“So, I’m not what you thought I would be, or something?” “The elevator binged and we, with another couple got into it. I pressed the button for the top floor.

“No. You’re so much more then I ever imagined. Just I know you and it feels different.” He looked at me with a weird expression.

“It doesn’t feel any different for me. In what way does it feels different?” GOD, Just leave it, I felt like saying but couldn’t.

“It doesn’t matter.” I rolled my eyes, that’s becoming a habit.

“Yeah it does. Duff, we had sex and you don’t like me anymore. What’s up with that?”

“Firstly, Benj, my name is Skye, Duffer is my singing name and secondly, sex isn’t what’s wrong here; it’s the feeling I get afterwards.” the elevator got the top floor and binged open. We got out and was walking to my room. Why is he following me? I didn’t invite him to come.

“What feeling?” Do I have to knock him over the head to get the message through?

“Loneliness, emptiness, depression, whichever ya wanna choose.” I got my card out, this hotel doesn’t use keys like normal doors.

“Oh, I had no idea. Wanna talk about it?” Oh-my-fucking-gosh. I wanted to scream.

“No. I just want to relax in my room. I’ll see ya tomorrow or something.” I said trying to give the hint, as I opened my door.

“We can relax. Have something to drink. Maybe have food and talk too.” OK. What do I have to do to get him away from me?

“God. OK. I can’t argue with that. Come in.” I opened the door fully and let him go in.

“Thanks.” He said walking past me. I smelt his scent, he smelt of Vanilla. I went in after him, closing the door behind me. “Your room is nice.” As if he isn’t. I threw my keys and bag on the bench.

“Yeah. What do you want to drink?”

“Let’s get room service.” He picked the phone up and asked me, “What do you want?”

I sat down on the couch, on the other side of the room from him. “Just salad will do me fine.”

“Drink?”

“Hmm…Just lemonade.” He dialled the number and ordered the food and drinks.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes while waiting for the food. He was picking at his pants and his hat, I was picking at my nails. It was so quite. I didn’t know he could shut up for this long. Just proves how much I know about him when I thought I was his biggest fan.

When room service came Benji answered it and gave the kid a tip. He brought the food to the coffee table and set it down. “I’ll get the glasses and plates.” I said.

“No need. I’ll get them.” He’s acting like such a gentleman. How can I say no to him now?

“ok.” I said. He went to the kitchen area and got two plates and two glasses.

I changed spots and sat on the same couch as him, since the food was closer there. I turned the stereo on, just to the radio and Jessica Simpson’s ‘Sweetest Sin’ was playing.

You’re lips upon my lips
(can you just picture this)
Your fingertips on my fingertips
Your skin upon my skin
Would be the sweetest sin, yeah

I laughed out loud. This is the song that used to make me think of him. That’s just freaky! Everything lately is such a coincidence when I’m around him. Or is it trying to tell me something?

“What’s so funny?” He looked at me confused.

“Nothing. It’s just this song and the meaning of it made me laugh.” I said, trying to stop laughing.

“The meaning is sex.”

“Yeah, I know Jessica’s meaning to it, but I have my own meaning.” I leaned back on the couch and put my feet up under myself. Benji turned to me.

“And what might that be?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid. It’ll make you laugh.”

“Now I’m even more interested. What’s your meaning for it?”

“Just when I was just a fan, I used to love this song and I would listen to it and imagine…” I started to say but cut myself off. “Nothing. It’s really stupid.”

“You used to imagine us having sex?”

“Yeah, in a way.”

It would feel so good
To be so bad
You don't know how bad
I want that
I would do anything
To feel

“That’s not stupid at all. Why would that be stupid? I’m sure most of our fans do the same thing. It’s part of human nature.” I put my plate down, since I had enough and took a sip from my drink. “I used to imagine us too.” I spat my drink out. And started to cough like crazy. “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to shock you or something.” He patted my back and then I settled.

“Are you serious? You used to imagine us having sex?”

“Yeah. Is that hard to believe? I’m a fan of people too…not so much the music but you, yeah. Why do you think I came up to your studio that day? I wanted you.” And you had me! I blushed. Then my phone rang. I picked it up.

“Hey,” I said into it.

“I’m bored.” Came one of my best-friends voices over the phone. Sarra and me had met up when I first went to an awards show for MTV last year and just clicked at the same second we met. She was an actress and won ‘Best Leading Role’ for her part in ‘Family Love’.

“Why are you bored? Do you have work or something?” I asked. Benji had came closer to me.

“Yeah, I do, but it’s boring.” She whined.

“Aw, Princess, What’s the role?” My nickname for her had always been Princess.

“I’m meant to be some little teen. I don’t know. It’s SO boring. The plot is about school kids.”

“If you don’t like it, why did you take it?” I asked confused.

“At first it seemed ok, but now I’m bored out of my brain! I wanna get out of here and come see you or something.” Benji came closer to me and touched my neck. He brushed my hair away from it and kissed it ever so lightly. It sent a shiver down my spine.

“Sarra, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, or something.” I said, hanging up and throwing the phone behind the couch. I put my arms around Benji’s neck and started to kiss him. I couldn’t say no to him no matter how hard I tried.

I put my arms around his neck and he put his around my waist, all the while kissing. I leaned back and let him lay on top of me. He pressed himself against me. I could feel the fabric of his shirt on the bit of my chest that was showing; it felt like silk. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days so I could feel little pin picks on my cheeks and chin. I took my legs from under him and wrapped them around his waist. His phone rang. He sighed into my mouth, stopped kissing me and put his hand into his pants pocket, pulling out his phone and turning it off.

“Don’t you have to answer that?” I said.

“No. They’ll call later if they really want to get in contact with me.” He kissed me again, harder then before. He kissed down my chin and jawbone, working his way down my neck and to my cleavage, he un-did my buttons as he went down and kissed my right breast, I let out a slight moan. He licked around my nipple and put his hand on the other and rubbed it gently. I could feel them getting hard. He flicked it with his tongue and sucked and licked, and sucked and licked. Oh god! I breathed loudly, it sounded more like a sigh then anything else but it didn’t phase him.

He slowly and lightly moved across my chest to my other breast and rubbed it with his chin gently, I felt a shiver go down my body to my toes. He sucked on that nipple and made me so wet I could hardly handle myself. He went from my left breast and kissed all down my stomach, all the while shivers going through me and getting more and more wet. I wanted to just rip his clothes off and fuck him hard. He kissed and licked all around my stomach. I could feel the coldness of his lip piercing’ going over my body.

I closed my eyes, I could feel his hands on my hips and moving inwards, over my body and to my inner thighs. He gently pressed them up against me, I moaned. He sat up a little and pulled my pants down to my ankles and then all the way off, he threw them on the floor in-front of the couch. His hands pushed my legs up and apart, I let them guide my legs to where they wanted them and rested my left leg on the top of the sofa back and the other, pushing the plates aside, on the coffee table. Then I felt them on my flesh and a groan was murmured in my throat. He lightly rubbed my lips with his index finger, then parted them so gently that I could barely feel it. He rubbed me and sliding his finger up and down from the top to bottom a few times before leaning down with his mouth open slightly and licked my inner thighs and worked his way to where his fingers were rubbing. I moaned again.

He flicked me with his tongue and sucked on my clit. I moaned once more, oh god, he’s good! His fingers were working their way to my hole and entering their way inside. He flattened his tongue, placed it right over me and pressed it hard against me, I groaned again. His finger was inside now and going in and out, then he put another with the first and kept the rhythm going at the same pace. He licked, sucked, fingered with the same rhythm, not stopping only for breathes. “Benji” I moaned. I could feel myself getting to climax with each and every motion he made on me. My body started to tense up, and I started to shake. I grabbed the side of the couch with my hands and let out a loud moan. “Oh God” I had orgasmed.

I opened my eyes and Benji looked up at me, “You liked that, huh?” I nodded my head with a smile. “That’s the whole point of it.”

I sat up on my elbows and just stared at him. His mouth was in a wide grin, his eyes were nearly slits and his hands were rested on my knees. His bandana was lop-sided and shirt was halfway open. Then the thought hit me; Would he want to know me after and if we had sex tonight? Would it be like every other time and he would just get up and leave me with the sick feeling again, or would he stay with me? Was this even going anywhere? I don’t want to JUST have sex with him… well I do but I want more out of it. Would he be proud to call me his girl? Would he introduce me to some of his non-famous friends, or the rest of his family? Oh damn, why do I always over-analis things? That’s just retarded! I’m too young to be worrying about the future. My future isn’t going anywhere quick. I should be happy with the now, instead of racking my brain to think up stupid things about things I do.

“Do you want more to eat?” He asked me doing his shirt buttons up.

“No. I’m fine.” I got up too and put my pants on. Maybe I wasn’t over-analysing things. Maybe it’s really how my life is. It’s just too fucked up to worry about. I got ready to watch him walk out, but instead he picked up the plates and put them in the sink. I decided to just ask him, “Are you leaving?”

He came back into the living area and gave me a strange look. He put his hands on his hips and walked over to me, “Do you want me to?”

I put my arms on the back of the couch and leant my head on them. “Not really.”

He put his hand on the top of my head and kissed my hair, “Then I wont.” My stomach felt like it had butterflies fluttering around inside it. Benji is actually going to stay with me! Wonder if he’ll stay the whole night though?

“Thanks.” Was all I could think of to say at that moment. It felt a little awkward.

Why is it when something great happens like this, you have nothing to say except smile. But when something shitty happens you think of heaps of things to say? Look at it this way; If Benj left I would have so many things to moan and whine about like, but now, I have nothing to say, that’s just messed up, right? To me it is.

“I’m going to have a shower” I announced to Benji and then I got up.

“I might join ya.” He gave me a sly grin and I nodded my head ‘No’.

“Nah, I don’t have shower sex.” I said with a laugh.

“You don’t, huh? You don’t know what you’re missing out on then.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“What?”

“Soap up my ass and slipping around.” He laughed.

“I bet I can join you though.”

“Bet you cant.”

“Bet I can.” I poked my tongue out at him and made a run for the bathroom. He chased me, we both were laughing, he caught me just as I was going to open the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, I grabbed his other arm and fell on the bed backwards, pulling him down with me. I laughed out loud. And then opened my eyes, he was staring straight at me with a smile. “You’re pretty when you laugh.”

“And I’m not pretty when I don’t laugh?” I joked with him.

“You’re beautiful when you aren’t.” We both stared into each-others eyes and he leant down and kissed me, passionately this time. I crawled more up on the bed, since I was hanging over the side of it and I could nearly touch the ground with my butt. His hand came up behind my head and played with the hairline.

I got from under him and pushed his shoulders a little to get him to lay down. I snaked up his covered tummy and to his face, kissed him hard and quick on the mouth and then kissed his face, from his mouth to his forehead and back down and around to his ear. “It’s my turn now.” I hissed in his ear and nibbled on the lobe.

“Oh is it?” He whispered back.

“Yep,“ I assured him. I started to un-button his top, revealing his bare chest and a little of his stomach. I kissed all the way around his nipples and the ink that was printed on it. The light was hitting his nipple rings and making them sparkle. I moved more down to his stomach, un-buttoning his top slowly. Once I hit his navel and his top was fully open I started on his pants and un-zipped them, he helped me pull them down, with his boxer-shorts, and I threw them on the floor. I went back up to his face and kissed him again. I straddled him, taking my top off over my head, revealing my hard nipples. I wanted him so bad.

I stood up with my feet either side of him and stripped my pants off, while kicking them to the side. I sat back down, not taking my eyes from his. My flesh was connecting to his stomach, and I could feel how tense he was from the way his hands came around to my hips and pushed me down to his own flesh. I settled myself on top of him and slowly moved to a rhythm in my head, with his hands on my hips. I started to go faster and he was tensing up and pushing himself up under me. Faster and faster. Sweat started to come to the surface of my pores and I started to punt. I moved my hands from his chest and, leaning back, put them on the bed on either side of us. I started to shake, and move faster. Oh god, I was nearly there. His penis was thumping and then I felt it all wash out of me and onto him. I fastened up waiting for him to catch up to me.

He flipped us over and put my legs high up on his shoulders and his thrusts were hard and deep. I could feel my body reaching to orgasm again. His breathe was hot on my face. My whole body started to shake again and we cum at the same time. Oh my god, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! Seriously! He pulled out and laid down beside me, with his hand on his heart. I turned and looked at him, he had a smile on his face and we both laughed.

“That was amazing!” He punted out, while still laughing.

“Yeah. I was thinking the same thing,” We stopped laughing. He put his arm around me and nudged me to go closer to him. I laid my head on his shoulder with his arm still around me.

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A/N: Hope you like and thanks for the feedback and rating this. and I hope the sex scene was ok. It's the first time I've written with the girl on top. So. yeah. hope ya's enjoyed it :)
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