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Collide chapter 17
Title: Collide chapter 17
Chapter rating: NC-17
Overall rating: NC-17
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. Damnit.
Summary: Benji's an upper class Manhattan heir to millions. Joel's a street kid with nothing going for him but one crazy dream.
A/N: Happy zombie jesus day! Muchas gracias to zlobnaya for being the beta to my gamma. Or something. Anywho, go read the last chapter if you guys need a refresher, I know it's been awhile. But this chapter will not disappoint, oh no! For it has hot pr0n in it. :)

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Benji's been avoiding pretty much everyone lately. He'll say hi if he runs into his friends but really he's not terribly interested in parties or daddy's business. He's been finding a lot of time to spend with Joel though. Most of the time they just hang out and watch movies and talk about stuff, but they've gone out on a few dates, too. Benji's been surprised to find that he wishes he could just reach over and hold Joel's hand when they're out for a walk.

This is all really new to him; he's always kind of figured that messing around with guys was a side effect of being a wild rich kid. Somehow he never thought he could be serious with someone like Joel. But he suddenly wants to see him all the time. He even goes over and does his homework while Joel and Gui train.

Marty's gym is in Manhattan, actually not too far from Benji's apartment. It's small, but very nice; Marty's got all the state of the art equipment for training boxers. Joel and Gui went absolutely nuts when they first saw it, running around and trying everything out, double checking that yeah, it really was all stuff they could use.

Tonight they've been there for about an hour when Benji's cell phone rings. The caller ID says Mandy and he answers with a small sigh. "Hello?"

"Hey Benji!" she chirps. "Where've you been?"

"What do you mean? I've been working on school pretty hard..."

"You haven't been over to study in weeks. What's going on?"

Benji sighs again. "Things have just been kinda hectic lately, ya know. Sorry I haven't called or whatever."

"Or whatever?" Benji can hear the exaggerated pout in her voice. "I thought we were friends, Benji."

"Christ." Benji covers his eyes with his hand. "I really don't have time for this bullshit right now, Mandy."

"Alright, fine." She sounds a little more serious now. "I won't do the whining. But don't be a shit; call me sometime. We've gotta hang out soon."

"Alright. I'll call when I get some time. It might be after finals though; those are really stressing me out. You know?"

"Yeah, I get you baby. Take care, keep your cool and I'll see you soon."

Benji says goodbye and hangs up, then leans over his math textbook again. He works for a few more minutes when strong arms wrap around his shoulders.

"Working hard?" Joel asks against Benji's ear.

Benji shivers a little. "Not really. This is all review type stuff."

"Mmm." Joel starts to kiss his way down Benji's neck. "Then you wouldn't mind a little... distraction?"

"What do you have in mind?" Benji asks as innocently as he can muster. He turns a little, seeing the light sheen of sweat glistening on Joel's body, and then suddenly Joel is kissing him hard. He wraps his arm around Joel's neck and Joel slides his hand down to Benji's crotch and runs his palm lightly over the sensitive area. Benji groans and slides his tongue into Joel's mouth, bucking his hips up to meet Joel's hand.

"Jesus." Gui's voice cuts in suddenly and Benji pulls back, startled. "Get a fuckin' room. I don' need'a see dis shit out here."

Joel turns to his friend with an innocent smile. "I can't say hi to my boyfriend in front of you?" he asks. He's still rubbing Benji up through his pants and Benji coughs and squirms a little, surprised that Joel referred to him as his boyfriend. It really sounded nice.

"All you's ever do is 'say hi.' Joo kids today man." Gui shakes his head and walks off, but he's smiling.

Joel turns back to Benji and slides his hand down the inside of Benji's thigh. "What do you say we go finish saying hi in the shower?"

"Fuck yes." Benji's on his feet instantly, dragging Joel towards the locker room. They stumble through the doors, clothes flying in all directions. Somehow they make their way to the showers, hands sliding over skin, mouths exploring each other fervently.

Joel shoves Benji up against the shower wall and starts to lick and nip at his throat. Their naked bodies are sliding together under the cascade of warm water and Benji threads his fingers through Joel's damp hair.

"You're so hot, baby," Joel murmurs and Benji rolls his hips forward. Benji smiles; of course he is. Their mouths slide together in a wet, dirty kiss. Benji digs his fingertips into Joel's forearms and idly notices that he's been getting a lot more cut, a lot stronger. He's never really been into really huge guys, but there's something about the way Joel looks - lean and tough, skin sliding over hard muscles - that really turns Benji on.

Joel nuzzles Benji's neck and then hooks his arms around Benji and hoists him up. Benji instinctively wraps his legs around Joel's waist and grinds his hips forward. Joel's fingers slide down, dipping into the cleft of Benji's ass, and Benji leans forward, circling his arms tightly around Joel's neck.

Joel reaches over to the shampoo dispenser hanging on the wall beside them and squirts some conditioner into his hand; he twists two fingers up inside of Benji, stretching him out slowly. Benji groans and squirms, already impatient.

"Hurry up, it's fine," he whispers, his voice halting.

"I don't wanna hurt you baby."

"Joel... fucking." Benji wiggles his hips again, desperate for more contact. "Fuck it, I don't care, just please."

Joel chuckles against Benji's skin. There's a small stream of water trickling down Benji's back, tickling the tiny hairs there, making his entire body tingle with excitement and arousal. Joel adds a third finger and Benji whimpers and bites his shoulder lightly. "Please Joel, please..." Joel steps forward and presses Benji up against the wall, lining himself up carefully. The cold tiles against Benji's hot skin are shocking and Benji is torn between the rush of cold and Joel slowly pressing inside of him. Benji throws his head back against the wall and bounces in Joel's arms, forcing himself down.

Joel begins to move slowly at first, then speeds up with each thrust. Benji's hands are scrabbling along Joel's back, leaving red marks zig-zagging across his pale skin. The tiles are digging into his back but Benji doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his entire life.

"Fuck, Benj," Joel growls against Benji's throat. "You're fucking beautiful like this, all wet and wide open for me." Benji whimpers and his right leg slides down a little, over the perfect curve of Joel's ass and he catches it against Joel's thigh. He can feel the muscles cording in Joel's legs as he thrusts and Benji cries out, pulling himself back up.

Joel shifts them just a little, getting a better hold on Benji and then he starts to really fuck him hard. Benji's hands spasm across Joel's back and he throws his head back, a soft, keening wail escaping him. His cock is rubbing up between them, achingly hard and Joel is hitting his prostate with every single movement. He drops his head forward and trails his lips over Joel's face; kissing his nose, forehead and eyebrows wetly until his nose is buried in Joel's hair and he's screaming.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK Joel, so close... "

Joel drags his teeth down the side of Benji's neck. "Come for me, baby, I wanna feel you come, I wanna hear every sound you make." He slams into Benji once, twice, three more times and Benji cries out and comes harder than he remembers in a very long time. His entire body is spasming and he's panting, whimpering softly as he comes down. Joel is shaking with the shock of his own orgasm and he turns them around, sliding to the floor, Benji still in his arms.

Benji keeps his arms around Joel's neck and he lowers his head, kissing Joel deeply. "That was amazing," he whispers against Joel's mouth.

"You're amazing," Joel replies and Benji laughs.

"How the hell are you so cheesy? You're a boxer, you're supposed to be like... I dunno. Macho."

"Yeah?" Joel kisses Benji hard, tugging on his wet hair. "Well, how many boxers do you know?"

"One's enough for me."

*

They're on their way back to Joel's house, both squeaky clean. The drive has been a silent one, and Benji can't help but think something's up. Joel's not really much of a talker, but tonight it's just different somehow, it's like there's something lingering that needs to be said.

"So what're you thinking?" he asks finally.

Joel keeps his eyes fixed on the street on front of him. "Well... do you want the good news first, or the bad news?"

"Um." Benji feels his body tense slightly. This doesn't sound good. "Good news, I guess."

"Marty's managed to work out most of the details for a fight for me. My first pro fight."

"Joel, that's great!" Benji glances at him. "When is it? Against who?"

"Beginning of August and I have no idea who I'll be fighting." Joel's eyes flick to Benji for a second. "Which kinda brings me to the bad news. It's in Los Angeles."

Benji raises an eyebrow and worries his tongue ring between his teeth. "That's bad?"

"Well, it means I'll have to go out there about a month before the fight to train and stuff."

"Oh." Benji frowns. A month without Joel around. "Well, dude, don't let me keep you back. Don't worry about me or Gui or any of us, this is what you've always wanted and you know we'll still be here when you come back."

Joel grins widely and nods. "God, Benji. I've been wanting this since... forever, really. And it's all so sudden. Like two months ago there was maybe a chance of something happening someday, and now today... today it's someday."

Benji pulls up in front of Joel's building then, turning into an empty space carefully. "You coming up?" Joel asks.

"I really shouldn't, I've got lots of work I need to type up tonight."

"Oh." Joel looks a little disappointed and he licks his lips quickly. "Okay. Well, I'll call you." He leans over and pressed a firm kiss against Benji's lips. "Drive carefully."

"Mmm." Benji kisses Joel again, deeply. "Congratulations again. We'll go out this weekend or something, okay?"

"Okay, thanks." Joel smiles and kisses Benji once more.

Benji watches Joel make his way into his building and backs up slowly. His mind is reeling with all of this - Joel's dreams are all coming true, but Joel's also leaving. He probably won't go until July but that suddenly seems so very, very close.

Benji has no idea what he's going to do this summer. His dad has given him all the paper work he needs to intern at the bank, but every time he looks at it he gets upset. There's really nothing that he likes about investment banking, there never was anything about it. He knew that it would pay the bills and keep him in fancy clothes and new technology, but he's really starting to wonder if those are the kinds of things he needs. The kinds of things he wants.

The problem is though; he has no idea where to even begin looking. He knows that he cares about Joel; he knows that he cares about Gui and helping them out is the best thing he thinks he's ever done with his life. But their lives aren't anything like his, and he's not really sure that he would want something like that either. He doesn't want to have to live paycheck to paycheck and worry about heat and electricity, despite the fact that he's paid his bills.

Hanging out with Joel's friends had been something of an eye-opener though; they were loud and vulgar and vaguely frightening, and yet Benji wasn't sure he'd ever seen people so intimate with each other. These were people who really live in the world, who go to work every day and try to take care of themselves and their families. These are the people that Benji wishes were his friends sometimes.

He looks around as he's driving and he's suddenly super-aware of his surroundings; of the people leering at him and his fancy car from the sidewalk, of the broken down buildings and the sirens wailing constantly in the background. He speeds up as much as possible, shoving a mixed CD into the player and turns it up, singing along, trying his hardest to drown out life in general.

When he finally gets home, Benji's throat is raw from singing and he's got the beginnings of a migraine creeping up the back of his neck; his body is probably realizing that it was fucked hard up against a cold tile wall earlier.

He makes his way up to their floor and tries to go inside as quietly as he can - it's only nine-thirty but sometimes his parents are in bed by then. There are still lights on, though, and he sighs and heads for his room.

"Benjamin?" His father's voice floats out from his office. "Could you come in here for a moment please?"

Benji sighs and drops his head, "Yeah, just a second." He throws his backpack onto his bed and then heads into the office.

His father doesn't look up from his desk when Benji enters. "Where have you been son?"

"I was studying. Finals are next week; I wanted to make sure I was going to get everything."

His father nods slowly and finally looks up at him. "Good." He closes a folder and sets it on the edge of his desk. "I notice that you haven't sent in the application for internship this summer. Any reason why?"

Benji closes his eyes for a second and shrugs. "I've just been really busy lately. You know, school and everything, I haven't had much time to - ah - really put everything I should into it. Um. It needs special attention; it's a very important job, right?"

"Mmmm." His father frowns. "I happen to know that it's not really all that different from the application you filled out last summer, Benjamin. You had no trouble getting that done in a timely manner."

"I know." Benji sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly. "I guess I'm just. Kind of. Well, I'd like to leave my options open until I'm done with school."

"Well, Benjamin, I'm sure you don't need me to remind you that there are deadlines in life, and this program has one. I can still get you in but it doesn't reflect well on either of us to miss a deadline."

"What?" Benji's taken aback by that, and he tries to keep himself from getting angry. He really doesn't need a fight right now. "I have finals right now. I don't know if you remember school but this is pretty much taking up all the time I have." A dirty lie, but Benji doesn't care right now. "And really, I'm not even sure that this accounting thing is what I want to do this summer. Like there are so many other opportunities out there and you can't just let me take a week and decide what I want to do?"

His father looks completely taken aback by that. "You don't want to do the internship?"

"I don't know! I have this whole huge life in front of me and you're pushing me into this and I just - "

"Benjamin." His father's voice is sharp and Benji shuts his mouth with a snap. "Perhaps we should discuss this later, when you've calmed down a bit."

Benji clenches his fists and grits his teeth and turns on his heel without a word of acknowledgment. He's beyond livid, but he knows that if he stays in the office any longer there will be trouble.