What Happens In The Limo, Stays In The Limo

Title: What Happens In the Limo, Stays In the Limo
(Sister fic to: July 28, 2005 - http://www.livejournal.com/community/slash_haven/447927.html)
Author: Slash Goddess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gerard Way/Benji Madden
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!
Summary: SMUT! - Benji & Gerard are jealous of Mikey & Joel. Whatever shall they do about it?


Author's Note: Depending on the feedback for this & it's sister fic, I might do three more parts to this... like a Waycest, then a Twincest, and then a foursome maybe? What do you guys think?

* Last call for drinks. Benji pushes himself away from the bar and sways a bit, grabbing the stool for balance as he gathers himself enough to look around. He knows what he is looking for, but he isn't sure he'll find it. His eyes sweep over body after body and face after face until he comes across one he recognizes. He pushes his way through the crowd and right up to the body of the man whose face he has recognized.

Gerard looks at Benji with a bemused expression. "Something I can help you with, Benji?" he asks.

Benji licks his lips. "Yeah, I want you to fuck me." No need to make this anything more than it is, right?

For a moment, Gerard's eyes look ready to jump right out of their sockets. He obviously wasn't expecting that. He laughs a little. "Is that right?" he asks. "And why would I want to do that?"

It takes Benji a moment to think of something somewhat intelligent to say. "Because you're just as pissed as I am that my brother is fucking your brother." He smiles smugly, pleased with himself.

The bemused expression fades from Gerard's face and his eyes darken. "Let's get out of here," he says, grabbing Benji's arm tightly and shoving him through the mass of bodies, blowing off anyone who tries to stop them. Once outside, he pulls Benji around to the side of the club and presses him up against the wall, his eyes flashing with anger. "Your brother doesn't have shit on me, Kid."

Benji smirks. "Then why is he fucking Mikey and you're not?" he asks.

Gerard's grip on Benji's wrists tightens, and he leans in so his nose is nearly bumping Benji's. "Fuck you."

"Please do," Benji retorts. A limo pulls up at the curb just then and Benji licks his lips, his tongue nearly licking Gerard's nose. "That's my ride."

"Fine," Gerard says. He pulls Benji to the limo and climbs in with him, leaning up to shove a nice large bill in the driver's hand. "A little extra for you to roll up the privacy shade and just drive, okay, Pal?" He sits back again and looks at Benji. "Wipe that fucking smirk off your face and get on your knees."

"Oh, and what makes you think I'm being the bitch tonight?" Benji asks.

"Easy," he says. "You're thinking about our brothers, wishing it was your ass that Joel was shoving his cock into it. Am I right?"

"Fuck you," Benji says, but he gets on his knees in front of Gerard anyway. He undoes Gerard's pants and grips his cock through the red, silk boxers. "Nice. Did Mikey buy you these?"

Gerard growls and grips a fistful of Benji's hair. "Careful you don't choke, Precious."

Benji smirks and pulls Gerard's pants off completely, then the boxers, watching as Gerard tosses his shirt. "Isn't the slut supposed to be naked first?"

"Stop yapping and start sucking already," Gerard says. "We don't have all night."

"Oh?" Benji asks, his hand pumping up and down on Gerard's exposed cock. "Need to be back in time for Mikey to roll in smelling like Joel?" He bends his head and deep throats Gerard before he has time to respond.

"Fuck!" Gerard cries out, throwing his head back and bucking his hips. He tugs on Benji's hair and starts to thrust his hips, fucking Benji's mouth, ignoring the tears of natural reflex in Benji's eyes.

After a few moments, Benji's nails dig into Gerard's thighs and Gerard lets go of Benji's head, hissing. Benji lifts his head, wipes at his eyes and glares at Gerard.

"Sorry," Gerard growls. He gently runs his hand through Benji's hair, although there's still an angry glint in his eyes. "Can we fuck now?"

Benji raises his eyebrows before smirking and pulling off his pants, crawling onto Gerard's lap. "You tell anyone about this, and I'll fucking kill you."

"What happens in this limo, stays in this limo," Gerard says. "Scout's honor." When Benji gives him an incredulous look, he grins. "I sure didn't join to sell cookies." Benji doesn't even bother pointing out that it's the Girl Scout's who sell the cookies. Gerard presses his cock against Benji, rubbing the precum over him before he reaches under Benji and pushes two fingers into him. "Fuck, you look so hot like this."

A blush creeps up Benji's already flushed skin, and he hides his face against Gerard's shoulder as he pushes back against Gerard's hand. "Oh fuck," he gasps. He bats Gerard's hand away and positions himself, lowering his hips until Gerard's cock is pushing inside him. He groans and lets his weight down on Gerard's lap, his mouth dropping open as Gerard pushes up at the same time.

Gerard grips Benji's hips as Benji grabs his shoulders. "Fuck yeah," he hisses, sliding down a bit in the seat to change the angle just slightly. He grins when Benji whimpers, and he knows he's rubbing against Benji's prostate just right in this position. He rocks his hips under Benji's and the friction is just too good.

Benji gasps and grunts as he uses Gerard's shoulders for leverage, feeling himself riding up and down on Gerard's cock. He'd never admit it, but this is his favorite position when he bottoms, and he knows he won't last long. He mutters something about it to Gerard and is thankful when Gerard takes his cock in his hand and starts pumping it. Benji concentrates on his own movements then, and as the pleasure builds he's coming down harder and faster onto Gerard's cock, Gerard's hips thrusting up to meet his each time until finally Benji growls and bucks his hips, grips his shirt and yanks it up, cumming all over Gerard's hand and his own stomach.

As Benji cums, Gerard pushes up against him, letting Benji's muscles contract around him, and that's all it takes to push him over the edge into his own orgasm. He gives a few thrusts and moans low as he cums inside Benji.

When Benji moves off Gerard's lap, he wipes off his stomach with some complimentary tissues, pulls on his pants and waits for Gerard to do the same. Benji hits the intercom. "Back to the hotel, please." He sits back and closes his eyes.

Gerard leans over and kisses him, making him jerk in surprise. "Sorry, I just... it felt too impersonal and I just... We're still friends right?"

"Hell yes," Benji says, grinning.

They pull up at the hotel and get out together, some cameras flashing excitedly at them, and Benji bats Gerard's hand away when he grabs his ass. All for show. All in good fun. Not one of the people there know for sure what happened in that limo. After all, it's like Gerard said... What happens in the limo, stays in the limo.


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