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Title: Brutal Love [4]
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: "I don't mean to sound arrogant here, but you don't usually turn me down, jet-lag or not.”
Previous Parts: located here
The rest of the day was spent doting on the every whim of a very enthusiastic little girl. She was impossibly happy to have the attention entirely on her, and she directed her parents through a cramped tea party in her playroom, a viewing of her new favorite movie, and a dessert of cookies and ice cream just because she asked for it. By evening, Olivia was completely done in, and fell asleep before Billie could finish the goodnight song he wrote for her when he was six months pregnant. Her mom and dad were ready to do the same by day's end, and shuffled towards their bedroom, quietly.
Their bags still sat on their bed, unpacked, opened only to extract the presents they had bought for their little girl, and Mike sighed at the prospect of digging out his favorite pair of pajama pants. In the end, he gave it up as a bad job and tossed his suitcase into the corner to be dealt with the next day. He'd already changed into sweats after dinner and didn't see any reason why he couldn't sleep in them, at least for the night. Satisfied with this logic, Mike threw himself into their still unmade bed from the day they had left for their vacation and snuggled into his pillow like he had missed it most of all.
Billie Joe laughed at his boyfriend's display as he pawed through his own duffel bag, searching for the small case that held his toothbrush. “Not even gonna brush your teeth there, darlin'?”
Groaning, Mike shook his head. “Too fuckin' tired,” he mumbled, but he followed Billie with his eyes. “Aren't you?”
“Yeah, but I'll regret it when I wake up and feel like there's tar in my mouth.” Billie stepped into their master bathroom, sighing and shaking his head. The morning of their flight to tropical paradise flashed in his mind, as he remembered how they had run late that day, due to Mike shutting the alarm clock off one too many times, and their dirty towels were still thrown haphazardly across the floor. They stunk, too, and Billie Joe wrinkled his eyes as he tossed them in the currently empty hamper. He had a good mind to toss them completely-it wasn't as if they couldn't afford to replace them.
The frontman scrubbed his teeth and splashed his tired eyes with warm water, as he always did before crawling into bed. It was nice to be back in his own bathroom, with all of his own things, but it had been neglected in their time away and Billie Joe resolved to give it a good clean the next day, along with their bedroom. Myla had been kind enough to keep the kitchen nearly spotless, as well as the living room and Olivia's playroom. He would have to brainstorm with Mike what to get her for Christmas; she certainly deserved something good.
Billie half-expected to return to find his lover snoring in bed, but Mike was still quite awake, now under their comforter with his hands laced beneath his head. That odd, troubled expression was on his face again, like the one he'd had in their hotel room what seemed like days ago but was in reality just that morning. It put an uneasy feeling in his belly, and as he stripped down to his boxers-his own favorite form of sleepwear-he asked, “You still feelin' out of sorts, Mikey?”
Mike looked at him for a moment before answering. “Nah, I'm okay. Just tired.”
“You sure?” Billie slipped into bed next to him, facing Mike. His hand automatically went to a stubbly cheek. “You haven't seemed yourself all day. Even Myla said something.”
There was a foreign flicker in Mike's eyes, but the bassist smiled, though it seemed to take some effort. “I'm okay, Bill. Just need to get back to routine.” He caught the calloused fingers touching his face and kissed them. “Sleeping in our own bed is a good start too.”
Billie Joe returned his faint smile, snuggling closer once his touch had been reciprocated. He propped himself up on his right elbow, enough to hover over Mike just enough, as the hand Mike had kissed skidded down the man's bare chest to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. “And how about a bit of homecoming fun? Think that'll help too?”
Mike accepted the kisses Billie placed on his mouth, meeting the tongue that swept through with the ease of familiarity. His boyfriend's breath was sharp and chilly, thanks to the mint of the toothpaste lingering in his mouth, and he couldn't help but sigh against Billie's lips. Almost reluctantly, Mike wound his fingers around the wrist that was not so subtly inching underneath his pants and broke their kiss. “Babe, I-I don't think so. Not tonight.”
It was clear that Mike's rejection surprised Billie Joe, whose eyebrows furrowed as he slowly shook his head. The man could not recall a time Mike had ever turned down sex. If Mike was trying to convince him he was fine, that was most definitely not the way to do it. “Mike, did I-did I do something to piss you off or something? I don't mean to sound arrogant here, but you don't usually turn me down, jet-lag or not.”
Sighing, Mike took his boyfriend's concerned face and kissed his pouting lips, hoping to offer some reassurance that his heart was only partially into. “No, God, of course I'm not mad at you. I really just am tired. Don't read so much into it, Beej, my dick just hasn't caught up with the rest of me yet.”
“Are you sure? Because if that's the case, I bet I can bring your cock up to speed.”
Mike couldn't help but laugh, but he shook his head. “If anybody could, it'd be you.” He sighed, then, resting his head back against his pillow and enveloping Billie's slight hand inside his own, laying it against his heart. “Look, my head is out of sorts right now, and we always promised we would never have sex if we weren't all the way into it. I'd rather not have sex then do it halfway.”
There wasn't much Billie could say to that. His boyfriend had a point-it was a promise they had made, long ago before Olivia was a twinkle in anyone's eye-and to push the matter was both inconsiderate and a little humiliating. So Billie settled for a reluctant nod of his head. “Okay. Fair enough.” He rolled over onto his other side, to switch off the bedside lamp and tried to settle into his favorite sleeping position.
“Hey, where're you going?” Mike knew he had wounded Billie Joe's pride without meaning to, and it caused him to feel shittier than he already did. He quickly curled his arm around Billie's middle, pulling him close so they were spooned together like they always were, and his actions were both possessive and protective. It scared him a little, how forceful his emotions made him, and he buried his face into Billie's neck, as if he were trying to hide from them. “It's not you, Billie Joe, I think I just swallowed too much damn salt water,” he murmured, his voice low and almost sad, “I love you, B. I'm a moron.”
Billie's heart was pounding, surely enough for Mike to hear it, as his eyes flickered around their dark bedroom. He had no idea what was going on, and he guessed Mike didn't either, which meant the only thing he could do was be there for his best friend. So he squeezed the hand curled around his chest and turned his face enough to kiss what he could reach-Mike's temple. “You're my moron. You know we can talk about anything. Right?”
Yes. Of course Mike knew that. But right now, they had nothing to talk about, and that was the truth. “Yeah, babe. But I'm okay, really. I just need a good night's sleep.”
“Then sleep,” Billie said, trying to relax himself. He thought about the bottle of Ambien, prescribed to him in the drawer of his night stand, but decided against it. Those things knocked him right the hell out, and if Mike was still out of sorts in the morning, he'd be on full time mommy duty. “Tomorrow's Sunday, so sleep as much as you'd like. Whatever's gonna make you feel better.”
“Yeah,” Mike let out a shallow breath. “Sunday. . .”
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: "I don't mean to sound arrogant here, but you don't usually turn me down, jet-lag or not.”
Previous Parts: located here
The rest of the day was spent doting on the every whim of a very enthusiastic little girl. She was impossibly happy to have the attention entirely on her, and she directed her parents through a cramped tea party in her playroom, a viewing of her new favorite movie, and a dessert of cookies and ice cream just because she asked for it. By evening, Olivia was completely done in, and fell asleep before Billie could finish the goodnight song he wrote for her when he was six months pregnant. Her mom and dad were ready to do the same by day's end, and shuffled towards their bedroom, quietly.
Their bags still sat on their bed, unpacked, opened only to extract the presents they had bought for their little girl, and Mike sighed at the prospect of digging out his favorite pair of pajama pants. In the end, he gave it up as a bad job and tossed his suitcase into the corner to be dealt with the next day. He'd already changed into sweats after dinner and didn't see any reason why he couldn't sleep in them, at least for the night. Satisfied with this logic, Mike threw himself into their still unmade bed from the day they had left for their vacation and snuggled into his pillow like he had missed it most of all.
Billie Joe laughed at his boyfriend's display as he pawed through his own duffel bag, searching for the small case that held his toothbrush. “Not even gonna brush your teeth there, darlin'?”
Groaning, Mike shook his head. “Too fuckin' tired,” he mumbled, but he followed Billie with his eyes. “Aren't you?”
“Yeah, but I'll regret it when I wake up and feel like there's tar in my mouth.” Billie stepped into their master bathroom, sighing and shaking his head. The morning of their flight to tropical paradise flashed in his mind, as he remembered how they had run late that day, due to Mike shutting the alarm clock off one too many times, and their dirty towels were still thrown haphazardly across the floor. They stunk, too, and Billie Joe wrinkled his eyes as he tossed them in the currently empty hamper. He had a good mind to toss them completely-it wasn't as if they couldn't afford to replace them.
The frontman scrubbed his teeth and splashed his tired eyes with warm water, as he always did before crawling into bed. It was nice to be back in his own bathroom, with all of his own things, but it had been neglected in their time away and Billie Joe resolved to give it a good clean the next day, along with their bedroom. Myla had been kind enough to keep the kitchen nearly spotless, as well as the living room and Olivia's playroom. He would have to brainstorm with Mike what to get her for Christmas; she certainly deserved something good.
Billie half-expected to return to find his lover snoring in bed, but Mike was still quite awake, now under their comforter with his hands laced beneath his head. That odd, troubled expression was on his face again, like the one he'd had in their hotel room what seemed like days ago but was in reality just that morning. It put an uneasy feeling in his belly, and as he stripped down to his boxers-his own favorite form of sleepwear-he asked, “You still feelin' out of sorts, Mikey?”
Mike looked at him for a moment before answering. “Nah, I'm okay. Just tired.”
“You sure?” Billie slipped into bed next to him, facing Mike. His hand automatically went to a stubbly cheek. “You haven't seemed yourself all day. Even Myla said something.”
There was a foreign flicker in Mike's eyes, but the bassist smiled, though it seemed to take some effort. “I'm okay, Bill. Just need to get back to routine.” He caught the calloused fingers touching his face and kissed them. “Sleeping in our own bed is a good start too.”
Billie Joe returned his faint smile, snuggling closer once his touch had been reciprocated. He propped himself up on his right elbow, enough to hover over Mike just enough, as the hand Mike had kissed skidded down the man's bare chest to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. “And how about a bit of homecoming fun? Think that'll help too?”
Mike accepted the kisses Billie placed on his mouth, meeting the tongue that swept through with the ease of familiarity. His boyfriend's breath was sharp and chilly, thanks to the mint of the toothpaste lingering in his mouth, and he couldn't help but sigh against Billie's lips. Almost reluctantly, Mike wound his fingers around the wrist that was not so subtly inching underneath his pants and broke their kiss. “Babe, I-I don't think so. Not tonight.”
It was clear that Mike's rejection surprised Billie Joe, whose eyebrows furrowed as he slowly shook his head. The man could not recall a time Mike had ever turned down sex. If Mike was trying to convince him he was fine, that was most definitely not the way to do it. “Mike, did I-did I do something to piss you off or something? I don't mean to sound arrogant here, but you don't usually turn me down, jet-lag or not.”
Sighing, Mike took his boyfriend's concerned face and kissed his pouting lips, hoping to offer some reassurance that his heart was only partially into. “No, God, of course I'm not mad at you. I really just am tired. Don't read so much into it, Beej, my dick just hasn't caught up with the rest of me yet.”
“Are you sure? Because if that's the case, I bet I can bring your cock up to speed.”
Mike couldn't help but laugh, but he shook his head. “If anybody could, it'd be you.” He sighed, then, resting his head back against his pillow and enveloping Billie's slight hand inside his own, laying it against his heart. “Look, my head is out of sorts right now, and we always promised we would never have sex if we weren't all the way into it. I'd rather not have sex then do it halfway.”
There wasn't much Billie could say to that. His boyfriend had a point-it was a promise they had made, long ago before Olivia was a twinkle in anyone's eye-and to push the matter was both inconsiderate and a little humiliating. So Billie settled for a reluctant nod of his head. “Okay. Fair enough.” He rolled over onto his other side, to switch off the bedside lamp and tried to settle into his favorite sleeping position.
“Hey, where're you going?” Mike knew he had wounded Billie Joe's pride without meaning to, and it caused him to feel shittier than he already did. He quickly curled his arm around Billie's middle, pulling him close so they were spooned together like they always were, and his actions were both possessive and protective. It scared him a little, how forceful his emotions made him, and he buried his face into Billie's neck, as if he were trying to hide from them. “It's not you, Billie Joe, I think I just swallowed too much damn salt water,” he murmured, his voice low and almost sad, “I love you, B. I'm a moron.”
Billie's heart was pounding, surely enough for Mike to hear it, as his eyes flickered around their dark bedroom. He had no idea what was going on, and he guessed Mike didn't either, which meant the only thing he could do was be there for his best friend. So he squeezed the hand curled around his chest and turned his face enough to kiss what he could reach-Mike's temple. “You're my moron. You know we can talk about anything. Right?”
Yes. Of course Mike knew that. But right now, they had nothing to talk about, and that was the truth. “Yeah, babe. But I'm okay, really. I just need a good night's sleep.”
“Then sleep,” Billie said, trying to relax himself. He thought about the bottle of Ambien, prescribed to him in the drawer of his night stand, but decided against it. Those things knocked him right the hell out, and if Mike was still out of sorts in the morning, he'd be on full time mommy duty. “Tomorrow's Sunday, so sleep as much as you'd like. Whatever's gonna make you feel better.”
“Yeah,” Mike let out a shallow breath. “Sunday. . .”