When I Come Around part 9(a)
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day.
Part 1 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2953785.html#cutid1
Part 2 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2954009.html
Part 3 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2954629.html
Part 4 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2955105.html
Part 5 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2956943.html
Part 6 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2957718.html
Part 7 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2958836.html
Part 8 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2960069.html
For Wiccish. Happy birthday
This was the first time in his life that Billie had kissed someone until his lips went numb, but he wasn’t complaining. Far from it. It felt natural, not in the least part awkward, as he had half-expected. In one of the small breaks in this marathon event, he guided Jay over to the counter where they had just eaten what was never intended to be a romantic dinner, leaning him against the cold marble with tender, guiding hands on his hips. “To see you better.”, he explained. The candles’ glow chased soft shadows over their faces as the flames moved, and Billie used them to examine his friend’s features. Prolonged contact with Billie’s lips had left Jay’s swollen and flushed, and the heightened colour in his cheeks was enhanced by the low, wavering flicker. Billie brushed his hand over every inch, and Jay’s legs turned to water.
“Shit, I never thought I would call another man beautiful, but you are.”
“Billie ...”
“Shh, just let me look at you.” Flames reflected in Billie’s eyes, taking on their brilliant green as he stroked Jay’s forehead, broad and high with his upswept hair, moving down to hook a stray lock behind his ear. “It’s all gone - the bump, the scratches. It looks perfect. You look perfect.”
Jay reached for Billie’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not perfect and I’m not beautiful, but I’m so fucking happy that you think I am.”
“Yeah, I do. This didn’t come from nowhere, Jay.” The statement was reinforced with a grab at his distended crotch and another kiss, and the flush deepened, perceivable even in this relative gloom.
“So, where do you see this - us - going, Billie? Is it gonna be a problem? I mean is it gonna make life difficult for you? Because if it does .. ”
“I don’t really give a fuck. I wanna go as far as you do. It’s only gonna be a problem if you don’t want me.”
“We got no problems, then.”
For the next few minutes, the drummer worked on convincing Billie that this was far from a one-sided affair in the best way possible, leaving them breathless and light-headed, but nevertheless gagging for more. Clutching their bodies together with encircling arms, every passing second made this feel increasingly right and real, and when he next spoke, Billie had a new, husky note to his voice that made their skin prickle in anticipation of what was so obviously coming next.
“Jay ..?”
“Mmm?”
“Step two. Can I help you get rid of this?”
Billie’s answer came in a swift series of actions. The hand that had been tentatively brushing Jay’s groin was slipped down the waistband of the drummer’s loose pants, inside his underwear, and curled around his erection with purpose. Billie moaned, tightening his grip as he rediscovered the pleasure of touching someone intimately for the first time and Jay echoed the sound, relaxed beyond belief because for the past week, absolutely fucking everything had been a new sensation for him. A few stuttering strokes and a lot of kissing later, it was Jay who wanted reassurance from an unnervingly quiet Billie Joe.
“You still okay with this, Bill?”
“Me? Yeah, fine. Shit, you’re like concrete down there.”
“I guess that happens when someone touches your junk like this.”
Billie giggled into Jay’s shoulder, working his lips up to suck at his neck. “Yeah, usually. I need more room, though. It’s kinda cramped. Can I ...? I want to see you.”
Jay nodded, his throat suddenly too taut to speak, fumbling to push down his sweats and liberate his cock from his clothing. Immediately, Billie lifted him onto the counter, dropping to a crouch to help, getting the closest view he had ever had of an erection in the process. He relinquished his hold for a moment longer to undo Jay’s shirt, so that he could at last take a long look at the nipples that had distracted him for the past couple of days. He satisfied his curiosity, tweaking and sucking on them until they felt like the buttons he had just popped open, hard against his lips, Jay breathing noisily into his hair all the while. Pinching them gently one more time, just for luck, Billie flashed a brilliant smile and settled himself on the edge of the stool, drawing it so close that Jay had to spread his legs wider to make room.
“That’s better, I can see you properly.” Billie wriggled on the seat, trying to get into some sort of position where his cock wasn’t stabbing him in the stomach or being squashed by his belt. The solution to that problem was simple - he undid his jeans and sat sideways on the stool, and Jay got his first idea of what he was going to have to deal with later - a dick not unlike his own in length and girth, but with no pubic hair to spoil the view of a matching pair of tight, pink balls. Billie’s fist closed around Jay’s hard-on again, a little looser than before, but now with the room he needed to actually make some progress towards getting an orgasm out of another man for the first time in his life. Well, at least knowingly.
“Feels good. Feels better than when I do it.”
Billie dropped a kiss onto a milk-white thigh that was within easy reach, looking up at the man perched above him with sultry, bedroom eyes. “How often do you do this, Jay?”
“Every morning, more or less. Most nights before I go to sleep. Once or twice I’ve done it during the day, if I’ve needed to.”
Billie’s entire frame shook with a deep, dirty chuckle. “We are so fucking compatible. You just described a typical day for me when I’m between girlfriends.”
“And when you got one?”
”I get as much as I can. Once in a blue moon with Carrie, but I’ve had a couple who could wear me out.”
“Challenge accepted. Shit, that feels awesome.”
“Yeah, it does. Sounds awesome, too. You’re leaking ...” True enough, a string of clear, dewy bubbles had been coaxed from Jay’s body, bursting almost as soon as they formed by the motion of Billie’s hand, lubricating the slide of flesh on flesh with a deliciously sticky sound. "Fuck, you're wetter than Carrie ever got!".
Jay's giggle turned into a moan as Billie added a slight twist to the up and down motion. "That's a good thing, right?"
"Hell, yeah. Shows me you’re enjoying it. She was the first woman I ever slept with that needed lube. Got gallons of it in the bedroom. Might be useful later if we ..." Billie swallowed hard, and stared into those cool blue eyes. "..... when we fuck. We are going to fuck, aren't we?"
Jay nodded slowly, the decision made for him by the seething pressure in his gut. "Yeah, we will. No question."
For Billie, that was the pivotal moment, the precise second that love and lust combined to give this new relationship substance and purpose. He leaned in, once more touching well-licked lips to Jay's thigh, then let his hand slip away to allow them to trail upwards along the hard ridge of his cock. Another bubble had formed on his slit, clear and perfect and glinting in the light from the candles, and it was beyond Billie’s capabilities to resist extending his tongue, removing it with a deft flick and a huge groan.
It was impossible to tell which man was the more surprised. Billie had been conditioned to expect salt, but this was a richer taste, almost creamy, and definitely not unpleasant. He grew bold, fuelled by the fact that his dick was screaming for attention, opened his mouth wider and took in Jay's entire length, feeding his own need with slow pumps of his erection.
All at once, every sense had something new to deal with - the close-up sight and smell of another man, the velvet-textured skin sliding against his lips - and Billie drank them all in with relish. He’d had his fair share of blow jobs over the years - one of the benefits of rock stardom that he had enjoyed and exploited - and he now dug deep, straining to remember the best moves - the ones that had made him scream to the point of blacking out - to use on his new lover. His memory seemed to be serving him well. Jay writhed and moaned constantly, at first too pleasure-shocked to speak, every noise making Billie redouble his efforts until finally, Jay found his voice, although it was hardly recognisable.
“Jesus, Billie, that’s so fucking good.” The singer pulled off, just long enough to smile and re-moisten his lips before resuming his little voyage of discoveries, and all Jay could manage was an indistinct parody of his name and a screamed expletive. Billie was almost as loud, humming and whimpering as Jay twitched inside his mouth, occasionally filling it with that new, exotic flavour that Billie found himself craving. He tried his best to pace himself, to give Jay the longest possible moment of pleasure, but for both of them, the overpowering intensity of this first proper act of intimacy between them conspired to draw everything to a much earlier conclusion than either of them desired. Jay confirmed the inevitable with a gasped warning that made Billie’s skin break out in goosebumps.
"Billie, I'm gonna finish .... oh, god!". The singer responded with a slow circling of his tongue around Jay's tip, unwittingly speeding up the proceedings still further. Jay's whisper made him hyper-aware of what was to come - literally - and he focussed what was left of his mind on suppressing his natural gag reflex that would totally ruin the mood of the moment. He took in a huge, noisy breath through his nose and braced himself, now masturbating furiously.
It wasn’t bad. The sensation of heat spreading around Billie’s mouth was stronger than the taste, and his tongue more or less stopped the searing stream from hitting the back of his throat. This, plus the mere thought that he was giving another man head for the first time in his life, conspired to bring him within a hair’s breadth of his own orgasm, holding back with super-human strength of will until Jay remembered how to breathe again. Only then did Billie twist on the stool, aim his cock at the pale, quivering belly in front of him and let himself lose control.
Shock was too mild a word. Two pairs of eyes were glued to the twitching, slow-shrinking erections, liberally strewn with ribbons of pearly-white liquid, their silence enforced by surprise and oxygen starvation combined. Gradually coming back to his senses, the implications of what they had just done hit Billie, and he tipped his head to face Jay full-on, grinning like an idiot.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. You okay?”
Billie puckered his lips for a chaste kiss, but Jay forced his tongue into his mouth, delaying the answer for a few more deliciously heady seconds. Once released, Billie slid from the stool, pressing his sticky groin against an even stickier one, passing his arms around Jay’s waist and interlocking his fingers behind his back, reinforcing the new-found bond between them. “It was amazing. I want to do that to you as often as you want me to.” He let out an explosive chuckle, making Jay flinch in his arms at the sudden sound. “Fuck, i just had a thought. You just had a BJ from BJ.”
“I can manage the Jay part. Shit, Billie, I want to learn how to do that to you.”
The singer whispered, his voice muted by a nipple that seemed to have doubled in size since he last suckled on it, set in a chest that was still heaving with the sheer effort needed to breathe. “I’d like that. Jay ....?”
“Mmmm?”
“Can we take this to the bedroom? I think we’re ready to make love.”
Jay made a sound that resembled a muscle car being revved before kissing Billie’s swollen lips. “Hell, yeah. That sounds so much hotter than fucking.”
Billie made a cursory effort at cleaning them both up a little with his crumpled dinner napkin, blew out the candles, and, when he was pretty sure that Jay could actually stand on his own two feet, took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom, and a whole new world of pleasure.