writefiction | Accepting Trust

Title: Accepting Trust
Chapter: 8 - trust III
Author:

punksoul
Pairing: Seb/Benji
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slightly slashy
Disclaimor: Do not know or own. Completely Fiction.
Summary: Benji's the punk the new kid at school learns to trust. There's an instant connection, an instant attraction [could I make that more lame?]
Dedication: To the lovely

scenetobeseen b/c she rocks my boat!
Previous Chapters: One+Two+Three+Four+Five+Six+Seven

Comments are always appreciated :)

CHAPTER EIGHT: trust III

I'm about to knock on the door when Benji's mom opens it.

"Oh, hey, Seb."

"Hi, Ms Madden," I say.

"I'm just on my way to work. Benji's in his room. Stay for dinner if you like, I made extra."

"Thanks, Ms Madden."

"No problem, honey." Then she leaves and I head inside.

Benji's bedroom door is ajar. I push it open quietly. Benji's sat against his headboard with his headphones on, eyes closed. I close the door with a soft click. Then I go over to the bed. I take a deep breath before climbing into Benji's lap. I lean into his chest, laying my head on his shoulder.

I see Benji place his headphones on the night stand, then he speaks.

"Seb? What are you doing here?"

"Joel called," I answer. I pull back to look at my friend. "Did you really cry?" Benji averts his eyes.

"Benj," I say softly, tipping his chin up. There are tears in his eyes. I cup his face in my hands, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.

"Don't cry," I whisper."

"But you don't trust me," Benji states.

"That's not true at all," I protest gently. "I do trust you. I do. I just don't know how to prove it to you." Benji's gaze drops from mine.

I decide to do the unexpected. I take a deep breath. Then I push my lips against Benji's. They're so soft. I pull back slightly to speak.

"I trust you," I whisper. I open my eyes, rubbing our noses together.

Benji's arms go around me tightly. He leans his forehead against mine.

"Don't be mad at me, Benji," I practically plead. Benji runs his fingers through my hair gently.

"Do you really trust me?" he asks quietly.

"Yes, Benj," I answer, curling my fingers in his soft black hair. Then he presses his soft lips to mine, making my eyes slip shut.

Benji's lips move gently against my mouth. I part my lips, letting his tongue slip inside to explore. He traces my teeth, cheeks and the roof of my mouth. His tongue swirls around mine and soon we're battling for dominance.

Benji turns and lays me back on the bed, his body flush against mine. My thighs clamp on to his hips as the kiss becomes passionate. Benji's hands slid beneath my shirt, touching every inch of skin he can find. Then he moves away, breaking the kiss, to grab the hem of my shirt. He looks at me, asking for permission. I sit up and raise my arms.

Benji gently slips the cotton over my head, tossing it to the floor. Then he guides me back down on to the bed. He plants soft kisses randomly on my face, before moving to my neck. He nibbles gently just behind my earlobe. I moan quietly. He licks a path down my neck to my collarbone, where he sucks and nips at my skin. He continues down, rolling his tongue across my nipples. I arch my back as he gently bites one and then the other. I twine my fingers in his hair as he continues a path of kisses down to my navel. His tongue flicks in and out a few times before he moves back up to assault my lips.

I pull and tug at his t-shirt till he sits up a bit, allowing me to tug the fabric off over his head. We engage in another kiss as I pull him down so we're chest to chest; skin to skin. My skin burns wherever his fingertips touch. I moan into his mouth, squeezing his hips with my thighs.

Benji rocks his pelvis into mine, making his erection known. I push back, wanting him to know how turned on he's making me. We rock against each other steadily. Benji caresses the outside of my thigh as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.

I moan, running my hands up and down his strong back. Then I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers that are sticking out of his Dickies. Benji reaches between us to work on his belt. He expertly pops the button and slides the zip down. I push his pants down over his hips and ass. Benji kicks them off the rest of the way.

I slip my feet from my Vans and kick them over the side of the bed. We continue to kiss heatedly as Benji starts on my jeans. I raise my hips to help him slide them off. Then I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing our clothed erections together. We moan in unison.

I flip us over and pull the covers up over us. I reattach my lips to Benji's and begin to steadily hump him. He moans loudly, arching against me and throwing his head back. I suck at his exposed adam's apple. I feel close to losing it.

Benji suddenly switches our positions so he's back on top. He looks deeply into my eyes, stroking my face. Then he plants a short, soft kiss to my lips. Pulling back he says,

"I want to make love to you." My heart skips a beat.

"Okay," I breathe. He searches my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asks. I smile, pushing his bangs back from his eyes.

"I trust you," I tell him.

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Stay Tuned for Chapter 9!!!
[trust IV]

haha Great stopping point, don't ya think?

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