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The Games We Play	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1936 -:- 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: The Games We Play
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS – Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, PWP, First Time, Chan
Rating: NC17
Warnings: The boys are 15-years-old in this one, underage fic ahead. You don’t like, don’t read, just don’t come whining to and/or about merchirchive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to:, fo, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should bertedrted in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Bored and horny, 15 year old Benji Madden challenges his brother to a jerking off contest, a contest where the winner gets anything he wants.

“I’m bored,” Benji declared, sighing loudly when Joel didn’t look up from his magazine. He tried again to get his twin brother’s attention, a sulky whine to his tone. “JoI’m I’m bored.”

“So you said,” Joel replied.

Benji sighed again, drumming his fingers on his leg as he thought of ways to get Joel’s attention. “And I’m horny.”

“I really didn’t need to know that, Benjamin.” Joel commented dryly, still not looking up, instead turning the page of his magazine.

“Well I am!”

“You’re always horny.”

“It’s not my fault,” Benji retorted. “I’m 15 years old and I’ve got hormones and shit.” He paused, frowning slightly. “You’ve got the same hormones and shit as me, you should be horny too.”

“Well, I’m not.” Joel sighed, glancing at Benji over the top of the magazine. “What I am, is trying to read.”

Benji didn’t reply and Joel turned his attention back to his magazine, hoping he was finally going to get some peace and quiet to finish reading. He was, he discovered when he almost jumped out of his skin, completely wrong. Benji had moved to kneel at Joel’s feet, pushing his magazine down on his lap and ng ung up at him.

Joel swallowed; glad that his magazine was covering his sudden hard-on, and telling himself that said hard-on had nothing to do with his brother kneeling in front of him, and everything to do with afore-mentioned 15-year-old hormones. He pasted what he hoped was a bored expression on his face and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I’m still bored.”

“Benj…”

“Wanna play a game?” Benji interrupted, cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Joel laughed. “Don’t you think we’re a little too old to be playing games?”

Benji shook his head, his grin changing from cheeky to wolfish. “Not this kinda game we’re not. But, if you’re too chicken to play…” He left the suggestion hanging, knowing perfectly wthatthat Joel would rise up to the challenge.

“What sort of a game?” Joel asked carefully, knowing he was walking into Benji’s ‘trap’.

“It’s more of a competition than a game,” Benji explained, rocking back on his haunches and watching Joel carefully.

“A competition?”

Benji nodded. “Yeah, I figured that since I’m horny and all that we uhh...” Benji paused, cheeks flushing pink, his next words tumbling out in one rushed breath. “Ithoughtwecouldhaveajerkingoffcontest!”

Joel blinked; had Benji just suggested what he though he had. “What?”

Benji’s blush deepened. “A jerking off contest. Winner gets… Uh… The loser has to do whatever the winner wants.”

“Jerking off contest,” Joel echoed, nodding slightly. “Yeah, That’s what I thought you said.”

“So, uh… what do you think?”

Joel sighed silently, his stomach dropping; what the fuck did he do now? If he said no, Benji would keep on at him until he told him why and if he said yes, he risked Benji finding out how gross he really was. He shrugged. “If you want.”

“Cool.” Benji rose to his feet and crossed their bedroom, shutting and locking the door, then turning back to Joel, his hands already moving to unzip his jeans. “Come on then,” he encouraged Joel when he realised he hadn’t even started undressing.

Joel blushed and shook himself; watching Benji was not going to help his situation, or his hard-on, he realised. Although, he was fairly sure he had a good chance of winning the competition. He felt as if Benji only had to look at him once more and he’d be coming in his pants. His tongue darting out to wet his dry lips, he turned his back on Benji, fingermblimbling as he unbuttoned his s, ts, taking a deep breath before pushing them down his legs and stepping out of them. He cried out, jumping lightly when Benji laughed and slid an arm around his waist.

Benji frowned at Joel’s reaction and pulled away. “Joel?” He waited for Joel to turn and face him, desperately trying to cover his erection with his hands. “What’s wrong?”

Joel shook his head, face flushed red. “N…N… Nothing,” he offered, staring at the floor, struggling to stop himself from looking to see if Benji was hard.

“Uh-huh,” Benji replied, sitting down on his bed and watching Joel. He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I just… I thought you wanted to muck around a bit, like we did when we were kids. I never thought you’d get all shy, not around me.” He watched as Joel walked across the room and sat down next to him, half bent over and still trying to hide his erection.

“I’m not, I just…” Joel broke off, shuddering at the feel of i’s i’s eyes on him. He glanced to the side, eyes widening as he realised Benji was hard as well. His eyes met Benji’s and he blushed, Benji’s giggles embarrassing him further. He tensed up and was about to stand up but Benji pulled him back down, one arm around his shoulder, holding him close.

“Hey, c’mon Joel, you don’t need to be embarrassed, it’s not like we’ve never seen each naked before,” Benji pointed, ne, neglecting the fact that they’d never seen each other hard before. He also didn’t mention that the last time they’d seen each other naked they were pre-pubescent, or that the last time he hadn’t thought he had a crush on Joel. He also had a feeling Joel had a crush on him, the way he kept sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye, generally in the direction of his hard-on.

“Yeah, I guess,” Joel replied, risking another glance at Benji, blushing again when Benji giggled. He looked up and realised he’d been caught, Benji’s smirk making him laugh softly, shaking his head. Joel didn’t even try to explain himself, whimpering softly under his breath as he felt himself growing even harder.

Benji shifted on the bed slightly to face Joel. “So… You ready.”

Joel took a deep breath and nodded, forcing himself to relax and drop his hands to his sides, watching as Benji first looked over at him and then down at his erection, before grinning.

“Sure looks like you are,” Benji laughed, teasing Joel. “Remember, first one to come wins. And then, when you lose, you have to do anything I say for the rest of the day!”

Joel snorted. “What makes you so sure you’re gonna win?”

Benji didn’t reply, merely winked at Joel and mouthed the word ‘go’.

With a shaky breath, Joel’s hand crept downward to circle his cock, his eyes sliding closed, and cheeks still flushed red. He started pumping his cock, hips rocking up into his touch, electricity already surging down his spine, biting down on his lower lip to stifle his moans; he couldn’t risk moaning Benji’s name out loud and Benji hearing it, after all.

The mere though of Benji turned Joel even more, his balls starting to pull up, pre-come coating his fist. He trembled with lust, every exhalation a loud moan as his imagination ran away with him. In his minds eye, he could see Benji kneeling at his feet again, only this time both were naked and his cock was in Benji’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” Joel whimpered, his back arching, hips pumping desperately as he fist sped up on his cock, need racing through his veins.

A second loud moan filtered through to his consciousness and his eyes snapped open. Benji! Joel realised with a blush, very aware of the fact the both of them were jerking off, skin flushed and sweaty, and the scent of pre-come hanging heavily in the air.

Benji moaned again and Joel looked up, meeting his twin’s eyes, breath dying in his throat to see his own craving mirrored there. White-hot lust boiled in the pit of Joel’s stomach and he felt himself start to tip over the edge of ecstasy, the sight of the tip of Benji’s tongue running over his lips, sending him screaming into oblivion.

Benji groaned loudly, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he watched Joel slump back down on his back on the bed, chest heaving as he panted for breaHis His eyes were squeezed tightly closed, his lips parted and his hand and t-shirt covered in come. Benji didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so damn gorgeous in his life. Without taking his eyes off Joel, Benji fisted his cock hard, pumping as fast as he could, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have Joel’s fingers wrapped around it, rather than his own. A strangled moan of what might, or might not have been, Joel’s name escaped him and he felt himself coming, white stars streaking in front his eyes as he back arched up and he coated his fist with come.

He let himself fall backwards on the bed, his head next to Joel’s, his harsh breathing echoing in his ears. He felt Joel move and opened his eyes to see him roll over onto his stomach facing Benji.

“Look like you won,” Benji commented dryly, rolling his eyes at Joel’s shit-eating grin. “So…”

“When you said ‘anything’, did you mean absolutely anything?”

Benji rolled onto his stomach so that he was looking at Joel and nodded. “Yup, anything.”

“Cool. In that case, I wanna go clean up, and then I want you to leave me alone so I can read my magazine in peace and quiet.” Joel sat up as he spoke, pulling clean boxers, jeans and t-shirt out of the drawer.

“No,” Benji whispered, shaking his head and moving to stand in front the door, stopping Joel from leaving the room. “No,” he repeated louder, knocking Joel’s clothes from his hands. “That’s fucking bullshit, Joel, and you know it is!”

Joel narrowed his eyes at Benji. “What?”

Benji sighed and ran his clean hand through his hair. “Why do you… why can’t you just admit it, Joel?”

Joel felt his eyes grow wide and he paled, panic rushing through him; Benji knew. “I… What… You… What…” He shook his head. “Admit what, Benji”?

Benji laughed and grabbed hold of Joel’s shoulders, spinning them around so he was pressing Joel up against the door. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, a shiver running through him at the tension suddenly present between them. Meeting Joel’s eyes, Benji closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Joel’s, pulling back to see his reaction.

Joel whimpered and fisted his hands in Benji’s t-shirt, pulling him even closer, their lips meeting again with bruising force, the kiss clumsy but still enough to make both of them excited. They broke, gasping for air, Benji giggling to find Joel hug hig his leg.

“Wanna play a game?” he whispered in Joel’s ear, grabbing his hand and tugging him back to his bed. Joel nodded and followed Benji, instinctively knowing what Benji meant. They sat opposite each other on the single bed, cross-legged, knees and foreheads touching, fingers curled around each other’s cock; this time, the aim of the game was to make the other come.

“Ready?” Benji whispered, Joel nodded, already rocking his hips into Benji’s touch.

“Yeah,” Joel replied, running his thumb over the head of Benji’s, grinning when Benji squirmed on the bed.

‘Go’, Benji mouthed, lips catching Joel’s as his hand started pumping Joel’s cock, Joel mirroring his movements until they were both rocking and thrusting on the bed, fingers becoming sticky with pre-come, their rhythms become lost and erratic the closer they both came to orgasm.

“Oh, Jesus… Joel…” Benji whimpered, free hand clutching Joel’s knee as he thrust into his hand. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… fuck… oh….”

“Me too, Benj…” Joel mumbled against Benji’s lips, his fingers tangling with Benji’s as he orgasm shot through him, his cries echoed by Benji, the two of them coming simultaneously, coating each other’s fingers and chests, before falling to the bed in a tangle of sweaty, sated limbs, Benji lying on his back, Joel curled up on his side, head on Benji’s shoulder. Neither boy spoke, just lay there catching their breath, Benji wrapping his arms around Joel, who sighed happily.

“Benj?”

“Hmm?”

“Remind me to play one of your games more often.”

~El Fin~
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