Max & Benji Go To College - Part 2

All Characters Are 18+ And Consenting

The knocking came again.

They looked at each other, hearts pounding, as Max reached for the doorknob.

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Max cracked the door open just enough to see Ethan standing there with a stack of flyers in hand and that same bright smile plastered on his face. Ethan’s eyes darted past Max to the bed, taking in Benji’s flushed cheeks, the wrinkled sheets, the way Max’s hair was sticking up in sweaty spikes.

“Bad timing?” Ethan asked, voice light but knowing.

Max cleared his throat. “What do you need?”

Ethan held up the flyers. “Forgot to drop this flyer off earlier for the floor meeting tonight. Like I said before, there will be pizza, icebreakers, socializing, the usual welcome stuff. I hope you two can make it.” His gaze slid to Benji again. “Especially you. You seem…fun.” He said with a smirk.

Benji managed a weak smile from the bed. “We’ll be there.”

Ethan’s grin widened. “Perfect. See you soon, cutie.” He gave Benji a quick wink, then looked back at Max. “Both of you.”

The door clicked shut.

Max turned the lock with a sharp twist. He stood there for a second, shoulders tense, staring at the wood contemplating what just happened.

Benji sat up slowly. “Well that was…interesting.”

Max didn’t answer right away. He walked back to the bed, eyes dark and fixed on Benji. Without a word, he grabbed Benji by the hips and flipped him onto his stomach. Benji let out a surprised gasp as his face hit the pillow.

Max yanked Benji’s briefs down to his thighs in one rough motion. “You’re mine,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Not his. Not anybody else’s.”

Benji shivered at the tone. “I know.”

Max reached for the lube on the nightstand, doused his fingers generously, then pushed two inside Benji without warning. Benji arched his back, moaning into the pillow. Max worked him open fast, pressing deep with his fingers, curling them to brush that spot that made Benji’s toes curl.

“You like him calling you cutie?” Max asked, leaning over Benji’s back, free hand gripping his hair and holding his head back. “You like the way he looks at you?”

“No,” Benji panted. “Fuck, Max. There’s only you.”

Max added a third finger, stretching him wider. Benji rocked back against his hand, desperate for more. Max pulled his fingers out, lined himself up, and thrust in hard in one long stroke. Benji cried out, muffled by the pillow. A mix of pain and pleasure that he loved.

Max didn’t hold back. He fucked Benji deep and steady, hips snapping forward with purpose. The bed creaked under them, headboard knocking the wall in rhythm. Max’s hand slid up Benji’s spine, then wrapped around the back of his neck, pressing him down. Possessive. Claiming him.

“Say it again,” Max growled.

“There’s only you,” Benji gasped. “Fuck, only you.”

Max’s free hand reached around to grip Benji’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Benji was leaking steadily, coating Max’s palm in his pre-cum. Max twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb rubbing over the head. Benji bucked, moaning louder.

Max slowed suddenly, grinding deep instead of thrusting. He leaned down, lips brushing Benji’s ear. “Nobody else gets to touch you like this. Nobody else gets to hear you make these sounds. You understand?”

Benji nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes.”

Max picked up speed again, pounding into him. Sweat dripped down his chest onto Benji’s back. The room filled again with the wet slap of skin, Benji’s muffled cries, and Max’s rough breathing.

Max’s rhythm eventually slowed. He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, deep groan, pulsing inside Benji. He kept rocking through it, milking every last drop, until he finally stilled after filling Benji up. 

He pulled out slowly and Benji whimpered at the emptiness.

Max rolled onto his back beside him. “Touch yourself. I want to watch.”

Benji flipped over, hand wrapping around his dick. He stroked fast, slick with lube and pre-cum. Max propped himself on one elbow, eyes locked on Benji’s hand, on the way his hips jerked. After only a minute, Benji came hard, shooting over his fist and onto his stomach and chest in thick ropes.

They lay there panting. Max pulled Benji close, arm heavy across his chest. Benji tucked his face into Max’s neck, breathing him in.

“You’re an idiot if you think I’d want anyone else,” Benji whispered.

Max kissed his temple. “I know. Just…fuck Ethan.”

Benji laughed quietly. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

Max squeezed him tighter.

They cleaned up, ordered Chinese takeout, and ate it sitting on the bed in their underwear. Max’s laptop sat open between them, some mindless action movie playing quietly. Benji fed Max a forkful of lo-mein. Max wiped sauce from Benji’s chin with his thumb and sucked it clean. They laughed at nothing, kissed between bites, and had their legs tangled together under the comforter. It felt easy. Natural.

They finished eating, pushed the cartons aside, and curled up together. Max spooned Benji from behind with his arm draped over Benji’s waist. Benji sighed, content, and they drifted off to sleep in eachothers arms.

A voice in the hallway yanked them awake about an hour later.

“The meeting is in 5 minutes in the lounge! Don’t make me come and get you!”

Ethan.

Max checked his phone. 6:55. They scrambled into jeans and t-shirts and headed out.

The lounge was crowded. Pizza boxes on tables, soda cans sweating, music thumping from a speaker. Ethan stood near the front, clipboard in hand, waving people to seats.

When he spotted them, he lit up. “There they are! My favorite new residents.”

He walked over, handed them plates. His shoulder brushed Benji’s as he leaned in. “Saved you guys spots up front so you can have a better view of the chaos…and of me.” He said with a wink.

Max’s hand found the small of Benji’s back, thumb pressing in. Ethan noticed and smirked.

The meeting was quick: rules nobody cared about, icebreakers nobody wanted to play. Afterward, Ethan pulled Tyler and Jake over, two guys from down the hall.

“Guys, meet Max and Benjamin,” Ethan said, clapping Benji on the shoulder. “They’re roommates and friends from high school. Apparently they grew up together and are…umm…super close.”

He dragged out the words “super close,” insinuating he knew better and poking fun at the pair. Max’s face tightened. Benji felt the tension rolling off him.

Tyler grinned. “Nice. You two pre-gaming for the club later?”

Jake nodded. “All the spots downtown are 21 & under for Freshman Week. You in?”

Max glanced at Benji. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

They went back to the room to change into nicer shirts and got fixed up a little more than their casual state. Benji caught Max staring at the cork board. The Polaroid was still pinned there. The image still sent blood straight to his dick everytime he looked at it. They both looked at it for a moment then embraced in a passionate kiss.  

They didn’t have time to dwell though. Tyler and Jake were waiting.

The club was packed. Lights strobed, bass rattled chests, bodies pressed close on the dance floor. Tyler and Jake vanished into the crowd almost immediately, each latching onto a girl and disappearing into the grind.

Benji and Max stood near the bar, shoulders to shoulder, watching the chaos. Sweat and perfume and alcohol hung thick in the air.

Benji leaned close so Max could hear him over the music. “Should we dance? Everyone will see…”

Max looked at him for a long second. Then he nodded. “Fuck it.”

He grabbed Benji’s hand and pulled him onto the floor. They started moving to the beat, bodies close. Max’s hands settled on Benji’s hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband of his jeans. Benji draped his arms around Max’s neck, fingers threading into his hair.

They danced slow at first, testing the crowd’s reaction. Then they moved closer. Max pulled Benji flush against him, thigh sliding between Benji’s legs, hand moving down to his ass. Benji ground down instinctively, feeling Max harden against his hip. They moved together, hips rolling, sweat dripping. Max’s mouth found Benji’s ear.

“You feel that?” Max murmured. “That’s all for you.”

Benji shivered. “I love it. And you.”

A few heads turned. Tyler glanced over once, eyebrows raised, then went back to his girl. Jake did the same. Nobody stared. Nobody cared.

They danced through three songs, lost in each other. Both hard as a rock from the grinding and closeness. When the music slowed, Max spun Benji around so his back was to Max’s chest. Max’s arms wrapped around Benji’s waist, one hand flat on his stomach, the other sliding up to rest over his heart. Benji leaned back, his head on Max’s shoulder, and they swayed like that, breathing each other in.

When the slow song ended, they stepped off the floor, flushed, grinning, and in desperate need of some water.

Tyler wandered over, wiping sweat from his forehead. “So…not just close friends from home I’m guessing? You two are a couple, aren’t you?”

Max tensed for half a second before Benji answered for them. “Yeah.”

Tyler nodded. “Cool. Makes sense. I could tell there was some chemistry there at the floor meeting. You’re lucky you got roomed together.”

Jake appeared behind him. “Seriously, man. That’s dope. You guys make a good team out there.”

There was no judgment. Just easy acceptance. Something neither were fully prepared for but welcomed with opened arms. 

They walked back to the dorm as a group, laughing about the terrible DJ and the overpriced drinks. Tyler and Jake peeled off at their rooms with fist bumps and promises to hang again soon.

Max and Benji stepped into 312 and locked the door behind them.

The Polaroid caught Benji’s attention again up on the cork board. But now it was noticeably off-center. Like someone had taken it down, looked at it, and put it back in the wrong spot.

Benji’s stomach dropped. “Max…look.”

Max stared at the photo. “Someone was in here.”

They looked at each other with fear and confusion.

“It had to of been that fucker Ethan” Max grunted. “No one else could have gotten in here because the door was locked...You did lock the door when we left didn’t you?”

“Uhhhh….I thought you locked it?” Benji stammered out. 

“Fuck. So if the door was unlocked, it could have been anyone! My money is still on Ethan though. He probably took a picture of it on his phone and is gonna jerk off zoomed in on you tonight” Max rolled his eyes as he stated. 

“Stop it Max. We don’t know who it was. We can figure it out tomorrow after our first day of classes, but for now, I’m beat and just need to close my eyes.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll drop it for now” Max relented. 

They both stripped down and climbed into their bed. Sweet, short kisses led to a warm embrace which eventually led them both to sleep.