Notes: Earlier parts for those of you who have never seen this before ir just forgotten about it can be found here- humps_you
Benji and Joel are sitting at the dining room table doing MADE shit and I’m sitting here, on the couch, watching tv. I’ve got a package of oreos that Joel brought over and a glass of orange juice. Right now I’m trying to watch Family Guy but the baby keeps moving and kicking me and it’s really distracting.
Benji, Joel and I just got back from baby shopping, we picked out a crib, a changing table, rocking chair, toys, blankets, if it’s baby, you name it we got it. I’m getting Benji to set the room up this weekend so we’ll have one less thing to worry about.
I sigh and pick up another oreo, pulling it apart and licking the creme from the center, my eyes focused on the television as some commercial comes on for some prescription drug. I hate these commercials. I frown and throw an oreo at the screen.
I hear Benji and Joel laugh and I turn to glare at them, I hate being laughed at. Benji knows that. He sees me glaring and stops laughing, giving Joel a look before getting up and coming over to sit by me.
“Are you tired?” I nod and lean against him slightly, resting my head on his shoulder as I watch Joel walk into the kitchen.
“It feels like I’m gonna be pregnant forever.”
He laughs, running his hand over my belly and kisses me lightly, making me lift my head off his shoulder. Running his tongue over my piercing he takes my lip into his mouth, kissing me deeper.
Pulling back he give me a short peck on the lips. “I love you so much Tony.”
I sigh, “I love you too,” I tell him, pressing myself closer to his body. He kisses me just below my ear, on my jawbone, licking a small path up and sucking on my earlobe.
“God Tone, I want you so fucking bad.” He grabs my chin gently, turning my head so he can kiss me. I don’t say anything, I just shove my tongue to his, drowning in his taste. I want this as much as he does.
I can hear footsteps coming and in the back of my mind I’m thinking about how I don’t really want Joel walking in. Not while his brother, twin brother, is shoving his tongue down my throat.
Benji doesn’t make any movement to stop though so I figure ‘fuck it’, it’s not like Joel’s never made out with anyone before.
The footsteps stop and I hear Joel speak up. “Oh gross, get a fucking room would you?’ Benji pulls back, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, smiling at me. He grabs my hand and pulls me up off the couch with him.
“If you insist.” He smirks at Joel and I laugh at the disgusted expression on his face. Jeez, it’s not like he and Billy never fuck. I guess it’s ‘cause he doesn’t want to think about his brother having sex.
I waddle up the stairs after Benji, not quiet able to walk properly with the way my stomach’s growing. It won’t stop, I can’t even fit into my pants anymore, and I’ve been wearing Benjis until we can go shopping. I mean realistically it’s not that big, but it’s getting there.
Benji drags me into our bedroom, closing the door behind us before he’s got his hands on my hips, kissing me. He gently pushes me back onto the bed, straddling me and almost ripping my shirt off. He’s going so fast I can barely keep up. I pull back some, talking into his ear as he sucks on my neck.
“What’s the rush?”
He smiles against my skin, biting down gently. “Joel’s still downstairs and he can’t leave until we finish this MADE shit. And it’s just been awhile, I want to feel you.” He looks up at me, his eyes wide, giving me this wounded puppy look. “Do you want me to stop?”
He grins and grabs hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before leaning down to kiss me again. He starts working on my pants, still sucking my tongue into his mouth as he slides them down my hips and off my legs, throwing them on the floor. He pulls my boxers off before taking his own jeans and underwear off.
We’re both starting to sweat, Benji’s grinding his hips into mine and I’m moaning out for him, forgetting Joel’s still downstairs. Benji grabs my cock suddenly, making me gasp and arch my back off the bed slightly. He’s twisting his wrist around, thumbing my tip as he starts kissing down my neck and chest, only pausing to bite down gently occasionally.
He places a kiss to my hips, lightly grabbing my thigh with one hand, still jerking me off slowly with the other.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop Benji. Oh fuck don’t stop.” I can feel his breath ghosting across the head of my cock, making my hips thrust up a little of their own accord. Cracking my eyes open I see him lean his head down and take me into his mouth, my vision somewhat blocked by my stomach. “Oh fucking hell…. Benji!” He grins around me and starts bobbing his head slowly, letting my dick hit the back of his throat.
I’m fisting the sheets in my hands, my his thrusting forward slightly, eyes squeezed shut, only focusing on what really matters. That Benji keeps sucking on my cock.
He pulls back some, jerking me off with a tight fist as he sucks on my tip. He starts humming around me, scraping his teeth gently over the sensitive skin, and I cry out, arching my back, cumming down his throat.
My orgasm leaves me feeling weak and spent, only watching as Benji climbs back up my body, pressing his lips to mine briefly before shoving his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. He sits back after a few minutes of heavy kissing, his eyes shining, running his hands over my stomach and thighs. Pushing my legs apart he sits between them, reaching over and picking up the bottle of lube we have on the nightstand.
I just lay back, panting and turned on, watching him pour some of the lube into his palm and jerk himself off with it. He shoves two lubricated fingers up my ass, fingering me and making my body arch up against his.
“Fucking hell Benji, I’m ready. Just fuck me already.” He shivers and moans softly, licking his lips as he puts his hands on my hips, lifting my ass slightly for a better angle as he starts pushing into me.
Looking up at his face he’s got his eyes open and on mine, his jaw hanging down, letting his moans escape as he shoves into the hilt. I’m panting and moaning, fisting the sheets in my hands. Benji pauses, fully inside me, reaching up and grabbing a pillow to place under my ass, allowing for a better angle.
Biting down on his lip ring he pulls his hips back, thrusting forward and getting a deep rhythm started. The bed is thudding against the wall gently as I tilt my head back, breaking eye contact, moaning as I move my arms to wrap around myself, nails digging into my sides, just feeling.
He’s hitting just the right way inside of me, the head of his cock slamming against my prostate. I’m fighting back screams, biting down on my labret as I thrust back against him, desperate for release.
We’re moving against each other as hard and fast as we can, not wanting to hurt the baby. He leans down, kissing around my lips, occasionally sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before pulling back slightly, whispering to me, his voice low.
“I love you so much, fuck Tone, you have no idea.” I smile, letting my eyes open and meet his as he presses a kiss to my lips. There’s no tongue, just lip to lip contact as he runs a hand up my thigh, across my hips to my erection, wrapping strong fingers around me, tugging as he continues to fuck me.
I let my eyelids slip closed, turning my head slightly, moaning against the side of his face, “Uh, Benji, I’m gonna… fuck.” I feel him nod, his body rubbing against mine, sweat aiding in his movements.
He thrusts in again as he moves his hand down, rolling my balls in his hand. I gasp, arching my back as I cum, shooting thick ribbons over his chest and stomach, contracting around him and bringing him over the edge. He makes this sexy face as he orgasms, his arms trembling on either side of me as he finishes off, slumping down against me.
We’re both panting as he pulls out of me and kisses me again, curling up next to me and wrapping his arms around my chest. He nuzzles against the back of my neck, talking softly into my ear.
“We should go shower.”
I laugh and nod, remembering that we left Joel downstairs. He’s probably cursing us for fucking when we know he can’t leave, they need to finish this MADE shit today. “Yeah,” I stand up, turning to face him, “Joel’s probably still waiting for you.”
His eyes get wide and he jumps up, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the shower. “I forgot about him.”
We shower quickly and get dressed, walking downstairs like nothing happened. Joel’s watching tv, his eyes glued to the screen only acknowledging us when Benji leads me over to the couch and sits down next to Joel.
“You guys are fucking loud.” We both blush, Benji laughing slightly, smacking Joel playfully.
“At least I’m getting some.” Joel turns red and flips him off.
“Lets just get this shit done so I can leave.”