Hotel Elevator
Chris was the first one in the hallway about an hour later. Apparently, Paul and Billy hadn’t yet showered when last he saw them. And Benji needed another shower. Finally, they had gathered up all their personal belongings and were ready to get back on the bus. Their bodyguards appeared once again and escorted them from the hotel exit to the bus. There were a few fans outside, just a dozen or so, who had discovered they were staying in the hotel, and the band happily pushed through the bodyguards to sign autographs and take pictures. “You know we just made those girls days, right?” Benji said, holding Paul’s hand as the climbed on the bus.“Yeah. I had this weird feeling that they wanted to hook up with me, but unfortunately I’m taken,” Paul said, sitting down on the sofa next to Benji.“Unfortunately you’re taken? Are you saying it’s unfortunate you’re mine?” Benji pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Only then did he notice his MADE hoodie was missing. “Ah, shit. My hoodie is up in the suite. Joel, tell the bus driver we’ll be right back, okay?” Benji scurried off the bus, with Paul following closely behind. They marched across the lobby and stepped into the elevator. Benji looked highly annoyed with the whole situation. He wanted to get out of this hotel. It was too…bleh. He didn’t like it.“I was saying…it’s unfortunate for them that I’m going out with you,” Paul finished his thought from before. He stepped behind Benji and wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s waist. “They’ll never get to do this to you,” he said, planting small, sweet kisses on Benji’s tattooed neck, “as long as you’re mine.” Benji’s head tilted back so that it was lying on Paul’s shoulder. “They can’t do this, or this, or this,” Paul said before each kiss.“You know…we still have a long ride in front of us…” Benji said suggestively. It was true. This was one of the tallest buildings in the city and one of the slowest elevator lifts in the world. They were barely on the fourth floor now. They had about forty-two floors to go.“What does that mean?” Paul asked, his hands sliding downward from Benji’s hips. Benji bucked in response.“You know what it means,” Benji answered him in a fevered whisper. Paul released Benji from his grip and stepped around so that he was standing in front of him. “We’re only on the twelfth floor, Paul baby. We could do it.” Paul kissed Benji so softly. Benji realized Paul was nothing like Joel. Joel liked it hard and fast. Paul was so gentle, so careful, so loving. Benji liked Paul much, much better. He placed one hand on the back of Paul’s head, his fingers gently grasping the short blonde and black hair. Paul kissed his lips once more, running his tongue over the metal that pierced it, then kissed his chin, his neck, his collarbone. Benji was hard as a rock by this point. “Please, Paul,” he moaned, gripping the rail in the elevator to hold himself up.Paul grinned, then dropped to his knees. After this morning with Billy, he was a bit more comfortable with the idea of being with other men, and he knew what they liked. He unbuttoned and unzipped Benji’s pants and slid them down to his knees. He carefully pulled down his dark red boxers, pulling out the elastic so it didn’t rub on his erection. Benji’s breath was becoming more and more shallow. Paul ran his tongue up the entire length of the shaft and swirled his tongue around the tip. Benji gasped. “Do you like it when I lick you?” Paul asked, grinning when he realized he had asked Billy the same exact question only an hour ago.“Sweet Jesus, yes,” Benji gasped, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing. He opened his eyes long enough to see that they were currently on thirty-first floor. He closed his eyes tightly again when he felt Paul suddenly take most of his manhood into his warm and awaiting mouth. Benji could no longer form syllables; he tried to tell Paul how much he loved this, but all he could manage were grunts and moans. While he moved his head up and down, Paul continued to use his tongue. He had to be careful, though. He’d only done this once before—to Billy—and that time he had almost thrown up. His gag reflex was still pretty strong. He slowed down his pace, sensing Benji was about to come. He did, one floor later.They were now on the fortieth floor and Paul was wondering what to do with the creamy liquid filling his mouth. He had spat it out this morning, not sure if he should swallow or not. This time he decided he would, and it tasted so good as it passed over his tongue; it felt so good sliding down his throat. He wiped at the corners of his mouth as the tiny bell on the elevator rang. They had reached the penthouse.The doors opened and they were greeted by the sight of an older woman in her maid’s uniform, pushing her cart down the hall toward the door to the suite. When she heard the elevator doors slide open, she turned around and screamed. Paul was still on his knees, in front of Benji. Benji was still gripping the rail for support, his pants down around his knees. “Fuck,” Paul muttered, standing up, that wonderful taste still in his mouth. The woman kept screaming. “Benji, pull your pants up,” Paul whispered, exiting the elevator. He walked toward the maid and pulled out his wallet. “Listen…you don’t tell anyone what you saw and you get this, okay?” He held out a fistful of bills, mostly tens, twenties, and few fifties. The woman immediately shut her mouth and clawed the cash out of his hand. “My friend back there forgot something in the room. Would you mind if we got it?” She shook her head no, and handed him the key card, her eyes still on the money. Paul grabbed it, swiped it, entered the room, found Benji’s hoodie on the chair where he had left it the night before, left the room, and handed the card back to the maid. He then stepped back on the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. “You owe me two hundred thirty-one dollars, Benji.”“I owe you what? Why?” Benji asked, his normal composure returned. His face was still a little bright though.“That’s all I had in my wallet, and that’s what I used to pay off that maid so she wouldn’t tell anyone about us. Also…you blush in the cutest way when you orgasm.” Paul pinched one of Benji’s still-rosy cheeks.“What maid?” Benji asked, zipping up his pants.Paul rolled his eyes. “Was it that good?” he asked, resting his head on Benji’s shoulder.“Oh, hell yes. But next time it’s your turn.”
Meanwhile, on the bus…
Chris was now lying on the couch, his shirt off and his pants unzipped, as Billy and Joel assaulted him with kisses. As soon as Benji and Paul had left the bus, they had immediately come up to him and asked him if he had ever been with another guy. Chris sheepishly admitted that yes, while in high school, he had messed around with a few guys. Joel and Billy smiled at each other, smiles that scared Chris a little bit. Joel pushed him down on the sofa a bit roughly and Chris could feel his heartbeat quicken. “You ever have anyone play with your nipples?” Joel asked, licking his lips.“Not recently…” Chris replied, and before he knew it Billy was pulling his shirt up over his head.“Have you ever had anyone lick your dick?” Billy asked, a certain gleam in his eyes.“Again, not recently.” Joel started to undo Chris’s pants. Chris was about to say something in protest when Joel’s mouth came down and covered his. Joel was lightly pinching his now-protruding nipples while Billy reached into his pants to pull out his steadily hardening member. Suddenly there came a knock on the outside door. Paul and Benji had returned.“Oh, shit,” Joel muttered, sitting up and throwing Chris his shirt. Billy tucked Chris’s “drumstick” back into his pants and zipped them up carefully. Chris quickly pulled his black MxPx t-shirt on and they arranged themselves on the couch to make it look like they had been watching television. Joel flicked it on just as Benji and Paul entered the room.“I love this song! ‘Hey shorty, it’s yer birfday, we’re gonna party like it’s yer birfday,’” Benji laughed, singing along to the 50 Cent video. “I got my hoodie, so we’re ready to roll. You guys ready?” All three on the sofa nodded simultaneously. “Let’s get this wagon train a-movin’!” Benji shouted up to the bus driver, Mike. Mike hit the door twice, signaling he heard them.Their next venue was about seven hours away. They all sat there silently as the bus started up and pulled into traffic. Whatever could they do to fill the time? Benji looked at Paul, who looked at Billy, who looked at Chris, who looked at Joel, who looked at Benji. They were fairly certain they could find something to do.
FeEdBaCk, PlEaSe.
