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“Come on Benny,” I said and poked him in the side with the hand that wasn’t playing with his hair. “We should probably get you into a real bed.”

“Okay,” He said sleepily and yawned. He was just about the cutest thing on the planet. We said goodbye to the guys and I almost had to carry Ben back to the car. I drove us both home, holding his hand while he slept with his head against the window.

                I helped him up the two flights of stairs to my apartment but he’s slept over every night for the last three weeks so it was kind of his apartment too. I left him in the bathroom by himself and slipped off my pants and shirt before sitting on the bed and checking my phone. Ben crawled in a little while later, still wearing his shirt. He usually did, unless he got something on it. Then he wore a different one. I opened my arms for him and Ben smiled as he slid into them.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said softly and watched as Ben’s head snapped up.

“Oh god, what?” He asked, looking scared shitless.

“Don’t give me that look,” I poked his nose. “I was just thinking that you should move in. I mean, you’ve slept here for like, 25 days in a row.”

“26 actually,” He laughed a little. “I’ve been counting.”

“Of course you have,” I tightened my arms around him. “So what do you say?”

“I’d love to,” He grinned up at me and kissed me. I felt his fingers play with my hair and I pulled him into my lap by his hips. I ran my hands up and down his sides, making him moan as our tongues collided.

                Before I knew it, his hands were clutching greedily at my shoulders and I was probably bruising his ribs but there wasn’t even a sliver of space between our bodies. Surprisingly we’d only had sex three or four times after he started sleeping here. It was a different kind of relationship than the ones I’d had before. Sure, I liked sex and Ben did too but we just didn’t need to be fucking every single night. Besides, I’d probably break poor little Ben if we did it every night.

“Were you faking being tired?” I asked when we pulled away to breathe. Ben grinned at me.

“Maybe,” He replied and I growled at him, reattaching our lips. The little fucker.

                I pushed his shirt over his head easily and gripped his hips pretty damn hard. I bit down on the skin on Ben’s neck and he moaned quietly. I knew he was trying to keep quiet for our neighbors because it was like two in the morning but I was determined to wake them all up.

                My fingers played with the waistband on Ben’s boxers but not moving to take them off. Ben ended up rolling over and pulling me so I was on top of him. I grinned into his neck and instead slid my hands up his thighs.

“Mikey,” He whimpered and clawed at my back a little. I almost laughed at how much he whined and that it was all my doing. I decided to let him have his way and slipped off his boxers. I kissed him full on the lips, my tongue fighting with his as I ground my hips down roughly against his. Ben let out one of the lowest moans I’ve ever heard out of him. I was so sexy I almost couldn’t take it. I pulled his hips up so our dicks rubbed together even more than before through the thin fabric of my boxers and Ben had his arms locked around my shoulders. Again there was no room between us and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I felt Ben’s fingers slide down my chest and stomach before playing with the skin near my cock and it felt so good I could’ve come right there. I hastily ripped off my own boxers and got the lube out of my bedside drawer. This time Ben snatched it out of my hands and poured it into his own. His thing fingers slathered the cold liquid on my dick and I bit down on his shoulder, surely turning it purple. He covered me completely before rubbing the rest off on the sheets and guiding me towards his entrance.

“Are you sure Ben?” I asked him quietly. “It’ll only hurt more.”

“It’s worth it,” Ben breathed back and nipped at my [s] tattoo behind my ear. I slid into him and he actually cried out this time. I was right, it hurt more.

“Oh fuck,” Ben cried. His eyes were filling up with tears and I kissed the ones that fell down his cheeks. “Mikey…”

“I’m sorry baby,” I said and ran my fingers through his ginger hair.

“K-Kiss the p-pain away,” he stuttered and locked his hands together around the back of my neck. I kissed him with everything I had, with every little bit that I loved him and waited until the pain faded so I wouldn’t hurt him more than I had to. Eventually Ben started wiggling a little beneath me and I moved slowly.

“Don’t fucking tease me Michael,” Ben moaned, throwing his head back. I grinned and grabbed his hips roughly, making him squeak. I thrust into him harder each time and tried to find his prostate again. By now Ben was already moaning like a porn star and I groaning into his neck between bites. His ass was so tight that I was already getting close.

“AHHH!” Ben gasped, clawing at my back. “R-right there! Oh god Michael.” I stopped moving.

“What do you want Benny?”I teased and nipped at his ear lightly.

“FUCK ME!” Ben almost screamed and dug his nails in a little more. “JESUS, MICHAEL!”

                So I pounded back into him and managed to hit his prostate again… and again… and again. He was scratching my so hard I was pretty sure I was bleeding but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the sexy ginger writhing under me and screaming my name.

“G-god Mike,” he panted in between screaming fits. “I’m so close.”

“Me too baby,” I grunted and picked up the pace again. The problem was I needed both hands on his hips so I didn’t smash his head into the wall so I settled for kissing him on the lips again. He was screaming even while we kissed in pure ecstasy. Ben came first and I kept on violently pounding into him as I came and even a little after, riding out our highs. I pulled out of him gently, knowing he’d be hurting in the morning. That was probably one of the roughest rounds of sex I’d ever had with anyone. Let alone my breakable little Ben. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and we cuddled as we tried to catch our breath.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to him once I’d calmed down a little.

“What the hell do you have to be sorry for?” Ben looked at me, incredibly confused.

“I know you’ll be feeling that one a little tomorrow,” I smirked and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll probably be feeling it more than a little baby,” he told me and settled back against me. “I’ll be lucky to walk.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “I’ll baby you all day because it’s my fault.”

“I don’t care,” He tightened his arms around me. “I like it rough. It’s the price I pay to get off.”

“No wonder women never did it for you,” I laughed.

“Yeah, none of them know how to tear me apart like you do,” he retorted before we both fell off to sleep.

                We both woke up together in the morning, mostly because Ben tried to roll over and ended up whacking me in the face, making me groan and wake him up with the noise. I opened my eyes lazily and grinned down at Ben. In the daylight you could DEFINITELY tell he got fucked last night, his hair was all you needed to see. I kind of laughed at the sight and kissed his nose.

“Morning,” He sighed happily.

“Good morning to you too,” I tried to hold in my laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Ben asked me.

“Baby, your hair is a wreck!” I told him and he tried to sit up to go see but it didn’t go so well.

“Ow, ow, ow, fuck,” He whined and laid back down.

“I’m so sorry Ben,” I said as he settled back into my arms. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Ben told me and shut me up with a kiss. “It was worth it.”

“How about I go make some breakfast?” I asked and his eyes lit up.

“Can you make me scrambled eggs?!” He asked excitedly.

                I started thinking about my friends again. Especially Ben. I’d never been as close to anybody as I was to him, not a single fucking person. We had a little bromance going on and every once in a while I used to catch myself hoping it was real. But it wasn’t and now I’m lonely in my little fucking town in Georgia and Ben was too far away. Hell, ten feet is too fucking far away from him.

                Now, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t gay. Considering my great appreciation for the female anatome, that was definitely the wrong label, but I’d come to terms with the fact that I loved Ben as more than a brother. I was in love with Benjamin Ferris and there was nothing I could do because he was straight as a flagpole. I knew he’d be leaving Woe, Is Me too with his actual brother Cory and then we’d see what those jackasses were really made of. I was kind of hoping that they’d crumble without us but that might just be my ego talking.

                And now I’m left here. In an apartment on my own, away from the guy I was in love with and trying to sit through a bout of tourettes induced twitching. Eventually I gave up and decided to just go out for a smoke, hoping my arms would calm down long enough for me to light the damn cigarette. Out on my balcony, I managed to light one up and let the smoke calm me down. I leaned against the wall as my cell started ringing. I groaned and picked it up.

“Hello?” I said lazily.

“Hey Mike,” I heard Tyler on the other end. “What’s up man?”

“Not too much, chilling at home,” I replied easily. “What’s been up with you dude?”

“I’m actually thinking of starting up a new project,” He said.

“Oh?” I asked, interested.

“It won’t be like Woe,” He explained. “Well, I mean it’ll still be heavy and all but we’re going to get to do and say what we fucking want. No retards controlling our every move. I wanted to know if you’d be interested in screaming.”

“Hell yeah I’m interested!” I all but shouted excitedly. “Jesus, being home is killing me without making music. I can’t fucking stand it.”

“Awesome, we’re getting the gang back together then!” Tyler said.

“Hold up,” I stopped him. “Explain.”

“Cory and Ben are in too,” Tyer said. “And a couple of my other friends are in too.”

“I’m fucking down like those whores  who hang out around the band’s buses,” I said, making Tyler laugh.

“Awesome,” He said. “Well, I’m coming home soon so we’re all gonna get together and see how things go. Cory and Ben are already back.” Ben was actually back!

“Sweet, maybe I’ll hang out with them,” I said.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Tyler said seriously. “I guessed you’ve been missing Ben.”

“Was it that obvious?” I sighed.

“Well, you were being really couple-y with him at the end but then you left,” Tyler told me. “Ben didn’t take it too well.”

“I’ll call him right now, don’t worry,” I sat down in one of the patio chairs I had up here. “I’m going to fix this.”

“You really love him, don’t you?” Tyler asked me.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll tear your fucking balls off and feed them to Austin,” I threatened.

“My lips are sealed,” He said. “You should call him so I’ll let you go.”

“See ya man,” I said to him.

“See ya bro.”

                I paced around my place for a while, thinking about what on earth I was going to say to the adorable ginger who was home now. I figured I was never going to be able to script anything so I just dialled the familiar number.

“Michael?” I heard his voice on the other end, he had clearly checked his caller ID.

“Hey Ben,” I said, trying not to sound too happy. I haven’t talked to him in a really long time since we both agreed he didn’t need to get into a fight with Austin.

“Hey Mikey, how’s it going?” Ben asked cheerily. He was still the same, which was a good thing.

“I’m doing good,” I lied through my teeth. In all honesty, I’d been a wreck without him. “Tyler actually told me about getting the four of us back together.”

“Awesome!” He said loudly. “I’m so excited! I’m actually home now so we should hang out.”

“For sure,” I laughed, thanking whoever was listening that he’d brought it up. “It’s not like I’m ever doing anything so you pick.”

“Can I come over like right now?” He asked.

“Sure, do you still remember how to get here?” I joked.

“How could I not?” He told me. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Alright.”

                I spent the next ten minutes cleaning like a madman and trying to make myself look presentable for when Ben got there. You don’t even realise how weird it probably looked, I was like a giraffe caught in a fucking hurricane for multiple reasons. A) because I was trying to do a hundred things all at the same time. B) I was mostly skinny limbs and C) things went flying, mainly the different shirts I tried on and rejected.

                I froze the second that there was a knock on the door and realized that my apartment was still messy as hell. God damn it. Well, it’s not like Ben hasn’t been here when it’s messy so I walked over to the door and opened it. A smaller body jumped on me and I almost fell over. I wrapped my arms around him and neither of us let go until my arms started twitching and I had to.

“Sorry,” I apologized and shut the door. “God damn tourettes!”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, it’s not your fault,” The little ginger said and flung himself onto my couch. I sat by his feet and raked my hands through my hair.

“I know, it’s just I can’t stand being a freak,” I sighed.

“Aw Mikey,” Ben was the only one allowed to call me that. “but you’re my freak.” His skinny arms wrapped around my shoulders.

“Pfft, I wish,” I said under my breath.

“What?” Ben asked. I panicked, not knowing if he actually heard or not.

“Nothing,” I replied as he pulled away. “What have you been up to?”

                We didn’t do much and eventually my tourettes started acting up again, worse than usual. I got more pissed than usual too, and I’d forgotten that Ben had never seen me tear shit apart because I hated the way I was. I usually flipped chairs when he wasn’t around. Not to mention how all my feelings were just ready to burst so I guess I snapped.

“FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and kicked one of the barstools at the kitchen island over before starting towards my room.

“MICHAEL!” I heard Ben shout after me but I just kept walking. I kicked a hole or two in the hallway wall before nearly busting the door to my bedroom off it’s hinges with the force I used to body check it open.

“Mike, calm down!” Ben pleaded. “What’s wrong? We can just talk it out.”

“NO WE FUCKING CAN’T BEN!” I turned towards him, probably looking pretty fucking scary because he flinched back but didn’t run. “I can’t fucking handle this, I can’t fucking talk about it and especially not with you! It’ll only make you hate me!”

                I finished my screaming and crawled onto my bed to lean against the headboard and cried a little. Jesus, I was really losing it wasn’t I? I felt the mattress shift and squeak under Ben’s weight and he sat beside me.

“Come on Mikey,” He said quietly. “You know that I love you. We can talk about anything and I could never hate you.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, you’re going to hate me if I tell you,” I mumbled.

“I know you get pissed about your tourettes but that isn’t all that’s bothering you,” He said and I cursed how well he knew me. “Just please tell me.”

                I sighed heavily and felt my eyes twitch. I was beyond caring at this point and I just leaned my head on my knees that were drawn up to my chest. I knew he was going to force it out of me one way or another so it might as well be now.

“It changes everything Ben,” I sighed and he nudged me with his elbow. “I-I love you.”

“I know,” Ben replied simply.

“No, as more than a brother or a best friend Ben,” I looked at him. “I’m IN love with you Ben.”

“I know,” He giggled again. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to admit to it so I can tell you that I love you too Mikey. I have for a long time but I didn’t want to make the first move and freak you out.”

“You can’t love me,” I sighed. “I’m a freak!”

“But you’re my freak!” He said. “I thought we went over this! I think the twitching is adorable, I wouldn’t want anyone else. I swear on my life.”

                With the last sentence that came out of his mouth, I put a hand behind his head and tangled my fingers in the ginger locks before pulling his lips towards mine. I pulled Ben into my lap and felt his arms lock around my neck as he kissed me back. I couldn’t believe that he could ever love me. I mean, I was so fucked up and nothing could fix me, it was all permanent by now. Ben and I made out for a little… Well, a while actually until Ben pulled away a little.

“Mike, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now,” He whispered against my lips. “I wanted you to have all of me.”

“Dirty little bitch,” I smirked.

“I was being serious,” He said and looked me in the eyes. I decided I wanted this. I wanted him so I flipped us around so he was laying under me.

“I love you baby,” I told him and he whispered it back before I got to work on his neck.

                I’d known him long enough to know he liked it a little rough but girls were usually too scared to dig their nails into the small man beneath me. I’d heard him complain about it too many times so I sunk my teeth into his neck a little and trailed my hands down to his hips. I pressed my fingers into his delicate hip bones just barely enough to bruise a bit and heard him moan.

“God Mike,” He was already losing it. “You know me TOO well.”

                I just smirked at him and pulled off his shirt. I reattached my lips to his collar bones as he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. I had to let go of his hips to get the sleeves off and he whimpered at the loss of contact. I replaced my hands and dug in a little more before kissing down his chest and soon was level with the waistband of his jeans. I flicked the button easily  and slid his pants down before crawling my way back up his body and locking our lips again. Ben’s hands had a little trouble with my pants and I let him suffer. He whimpered some more and it only made me harder than I already was.

“Baby,” He pleaded. “I need you.”

                I couldn’t refuse such a gorgeous boy under me so I helped him and soon we were only left in our boxers. I slipped my cool fingers under the elastic of his and felt him moan into my mouth. He tugged mine off quickly while I teasingly pulled his down inch by inch.

“Michael,” He moaned and flung his head to the side. I started kissing his neck again as I slipped off his boxers and now he was naked under me. I wrapped a hand around his cock and heard him gasp loudly.

“Baby,” He panted a little. “God, Michael. I need you right NOW.”

Ben almost growled on the last word and that was enough to make me do anything he wanted.

“God Benny,” I groaned. “You’re so sexy when you want me.”

                I pulled a bottle of lube out of my bedside drawer. The guys had bought it for me as a joke because I complained that half the girls I sleep with are too tight but now I had a real use for it. I coated a few of my fingers heavily before pushing one into Ben.

“Mmmpfff,” He groaned at the unusual feeling. He had his own head buried in my neck as I moved my finger in and out. I added a second and he groaned again. I scissored my fingers gradually before adding the third and Ben was already biting on my shoulder.

“Are you sure you want this baby?” I asked him quietly and he detached himself from my neck to look in my eyes.

“I want this more than anything in the world,” He moaned heavily and I complied. I coated my own dick in the cool liquid before pushing against his entrance.

“I’m so sorry this is still gonna hurt baby,” I breathed and pushed into him slowly.

                Ben squirmed a little and his mouth hung open in a silent cry because of the pain. I kissed all over his neck and shoulders to try and make him feel better but I knew it probably hurt like hell. His hands pulled me down and he hid in my neck again.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked quietly, not wanting my baby in pain. He shook his head. Another minute later I felt him relax a little and I felt him nod so I could move.

                I started moving my hips only a little and tried to draw everything out. Ben started moaning and it was turning me on more than I thought was possible.

“F-faster Mike,” He moaned with his head thrown back and his eyes clamped shut. I did as he asked and soon was pounding into him.

“FUCK!” He screamed and I knew what I’d hit. The one spot that was sure to make him scream like that every single time. I slowed down to a stop inside him and pulled out of him slowly all while he was begging and moaning for me to slam into him again. I did slam back into him, as fast and hard as I could and I hit that bunch of nerves again.

“MICHAEL!” He screamed and I decided not to tease him anymore. I was getting close myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! OH god MICHAEL! Fuck me harder!”

                I felt his nails scrape down my back and I decided to pump his dick along with my thrusts and he was screaming his head off.

“MICHAEL, BABY!” He screamed. “GOD, I-I’m g-gonna-.”

“Come for me baby,” I whispered in his ear and dug my fingers into his hips so I could fuck him EVEN harder if that was even possible. I got the perfect angle to hit his prostate every single time.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OOOOOHHHH, MICHAEL!” He screamed at the absolute top of his lungs. His muscles clenched so hard around my cock that I couldn’t even move and with a half scream of my own, I spilled everything I had inside him. I pulled out of him as we came off our highs and scooped him up in my arms.

“God, that was-,” Ben started.

“I know baby, I know,” I cut him off. “You moan like a whore and it’s hot as hell.”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had Mikey,” Ben told me. “You’re almost TOO good. You’re going to turn me into an addict.”

“Good,” I replied. “Because if I never get to fuck you again, I’d rather be dead. I love you so much Ben.”

“I love you more Mikey,” He giggled and yawned, completely exhausted. I knew the feeling.

“Will you be my boyfriend Ben?” I asked and tightened my arms around him.

“Of course,” He moaned and laid his head against my sweaty chest. “Can I stay here tonight?”