When I Come Around Part 9b
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
Part 9a http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2963373.html
The bedroom felt very much warmer than the kitchen, but, despite this, and the fact that they were alone in the house, Billie shut both sets of doors behind them, figuring that the December night air could get a little chilly, and that neither of them would be exactly over-dressed. He clicked on a small lamp, and grabbed a bottle of water from the small, hotel-style mini bar in the corner of the room, taking a gulp before pulling back the Bernadette-perfect bedcovers, and beckoning Jay to sit. Without uttering a single word, he then removed every last stitch of his clothing with all of the grace and fluidity of an exotic dancer.
Jay was spell-bound. As garment after garment hit the rug and ink-spattered skin emerged, his eyes widened. Billie naked was nothing short of a revelation. His ever-present baggy, saggy jeans hid a body that was taught and toned, his skin as flawless as any airbrushed model’s, and evenly pale between the dark tattoos - in short, perfect. He stood close enough to touch, but Jay kept his hands folded in his lap, covering his reviving cock, and for Billie, that was somehow far more arousing than the alternative. He kicked away the underwear wrapped around his ankles and slowly turned full circle on his tip-toes, as smooth as if he were on castors. Back to where he started, he smiled and spread his arms in supplication to his very interested audience of one.
“You like?”
“Yeah. God, yeah. You’ve got a great body. Can I ...?”
Billie bowed his head and blinked his assent, allowing Jay to discover the hidden delights of the male physique with the inquisitiveness of a small child. Every now and then, Jay whispered a command - ‘turn’, ‘bend over’, ‘closer ... ‘ - Billie complying without hesitation, silent until Jay’s attention focussed on his groin in all its swollen glory. His fingertip-touch was delicate, almost light enough to tickle, but the sheer sensuality of this close examination helped to keep Billie’s mood serious - sex and laughter went great together, but not right now. This was far too big a deal for both of them. The initial contact between hand and hard-on was enough to make Billie cry to the ceiling, and from then on, it just got better, especially when Jay leaned forward and pressed soft lips to his balls.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
“They look kinda odd with no hair. Cute, but odd. Carrie?”
“Yeah, Carrie. One of her better ideas.”
“Do I wanna know about the bad ideas?”
“Probably not, but since you’re asking ...” Billie gave his cock an affectionate rub, and Jay kissed his knuckles as they brushed against his mouth. “She wanted me to get a circumcision. Said it was healthier for me and for her ... and you don’t know what the fuck I am talking about, do you?”
Jay grinned, shook his head, then watched intently as Billie gave a brief but graphic demonstration of the procedure. He winced, his grin fading instantly.
“Jeez, really? She asked you to do that?”
“Yup. It was the beginning of the end of the relationship, I guess. My cock’s not that big to start with. Fuck cutting anything off it.”
“It looks fine to me just like this.”
“Yeah, it’s not very big, but it does the job .... Jay ..?” Billie’s voice tailed off into a needy whine.
“Mmmm?”
“Touch me some more.”
“God, yeah, sure.”
A few more minutes passed, Jay’s exploration as meticulous as any fingertip search a policeman had ever carried out at a crime scene, stroking over the ink that covered most of Billie’s arms. “Wow, these tattoos are fucking beautiful up close. Do they hurt? On a scale of bump on the head to circum-thingy.”
Billie had to let rip a loud roar of laughter, and Jay’s attention was momentarily diverted from the tattoos by the movement it generated. “They hurt a bit, to be honest, like a sort of scratch, but it’s good pain - productive. I love them, want more. Perhaps your name.” Delicate guitarist’s fingers cupped the drummer’s chin, turning his face to the light, and the process of falling for him was complete. “You gotta really love someone to have their name inked on your body.”
“So you’re saying you never really loved anyone before .. before me?”
Billie sighed, settling onto the bed, legs folding gracefully under him, the dipping mattress tipping them into each other, their hands joined in Jay’s still-clothed lap. “Once. Way back.”
“Do you wanna share? Or you can just tell me to shut the fuck up and I will.”
“I’ll share. I wanna share everything with you. Like I said, it was way back - fuck, over twenty years. Her name was - is -Amanda. At the time, I really thought she was the one.”
“But...?”
“She was with someone else, married him, never knew how I felt about her. They’re not together any more, but .. it’s complicated.” Jay made a small, sympathetic noise, not expecting Billie to carry on, surprised when he did. “She married Jake, divorced him a couple of years back after he did something stupid. There’s no fucking way I could get together with her and still stay friends with him, and I owe him so much. She’s history, Jay. You’re my future. I love you.”
“Jesus, Billie!” Blood rushed to Jay’s cheeks at the compliment, puppy-dog eyes shining with adoration through the curtain of sandy-coloured lashes. To Billie, he looked deep in thought, raising a small spark of concern.
“Okay? Too fast?”
“No. Not too fast. I was trying to think of something original to say, but .... all I got’s I love you, too.”
Jay later marvelled at how smoothly Billie managed to undress him, sitting down and without breaking a kiss that grew more passionate in direct proportion to the heap of fabric on the floor. Finally naked, he was guided to his feet, taking his place in the spotlight to be explored and examined in close detail, until the blush extended to every part of his anatomy and his cock felt as if it would burst. He didn’t want to hassle Bille - spoiling the mood was the last thing he wanted - but. like a child at Christmas, poking and rattling every gift under the tree, his impatience got the better of him, and, thankfully, Billie got the message loud and clear from from the strained ‘please ...’ that hissed from his lips. He lay down on the black satin sheet and beckoned Jay to him, staring into blue eyes to watch the reaction to his request.
“Get me ready, Jay. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, god, yeah. Absolutely. Tell me what I gotta do.”
“Well, we’re gonna need lube. It’s in the nightstand, bottom drawer.”
“Okay. Which one?”
“Both of them. There was too much to fit in one drawer. Hey, you know what I’m like when I’m shopping!” The ever-present smile widened at Jay’s faux-shocked face. “There’s other stuff in there, too, Love. We can maybe play with some of it later.” He yawned, jet lag and sex and the lateness of the hour starting to catch up with him “If I can fucking stay awake.”
“We could wait til tomorrow.”
“What, and waste this?” Billie groped his hard-on, moaning at the touch of his own hand. “I’m fine. I don’t want to wait another day.”
“Me neither. Fuck, Billie, some of this stuff looks scary.” Jay had found a medium-sized butt plug, fluorescent orange, and he dropped it onto the nightstand like it had just bitten him. The rest of the drawer’s contents were, thankfully, pretty innocuous, a selection of much smaller, unthreatening dildos and vibrators, and he laid them out next to the lurid monstrosity, propping the economy sized bottle of lube against Billie’s side whilst he emptied the drawer.
“I got the plug for me. I thought Carrie might be a little happier about me sticking a toy in her if I had something inside me as well, and at the time, I didn’t want that to be anything that looked like a cock. Ironic, huh?”
Jay giggled, now fiddling with the stubbornly effective security seal on the lube. “Yeah. Did it work?”
“What do you think? She called me a pervert, slept in one of the other rooms, told me I needed treatment for sex addiction. Ha! We hadn’t fucked in over a month. She’d turned into a ‘birthdays and Christmas only‘ fuck by then.”
“So this - tonight - is kinda like your birthday?”
Billie giggled, still absent-mindedly rubbing himself. “I gotta wait two months for that.” He rolled onto his side and kissed Jay’s hip. “It can be yours, though.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, sure. Why not?” He glanced at his greatest enemy, the bedside alarm clock. “It’s just gone midnight. We fuck some now, I buy you gifts tomorrow, take you somewhere nice for dinner, bring you home and we fuck some more. How does that sound?”
“Sounds great.”
“That’s settled. So it’s what, December 9th?. Happy fortieth birthday, Baby.” Billie stretched for a smooth silver vibrator, stroking it through a looped forefinger and thumb and testing the battery against Jay’s leg. “Mmm, still works. Mike came shopping with me, gave me some tips, like never buy a toy for your lover that’s bigger than you are.”
“Sounds like good advice. Do you wanna try one of these, like, before we ....?”
The toy dropped to the rug with a soft thud. “No, not now, Love. Maybe later, but right now, it’s you I want.”
Jay’s answer was pitched low, but his voice was steady. “Okay. So what do I do first?”
“I’m gonna need you to use your fingers, loosen me up.” As he spoke, Billie shrugged himself down the shiny black sheets, spreading his legs invitingly wide, the movement disguising a shiver of anticipation that ran through him. “And I’m gonna need you to kiss me while you do it.”
“I can do that.”
The prep was unrushed, deliciously so. Jay’s touch, hesitant yet firm, was greeted with a sensual moan, and accompanied by the sweetest of kisses. Billie barely reacted as the first finger entered his body, but nevertheless, Jay waited until Billie nodded before sliding in fully, bending it slightly so that fingertip and knuckle hit two sensitive places at once. NOW Billie reacted, with a whimper and a jerk, wrapping one arm around the back of Jay’s neck and opening his mouth wider.
Considering the only other attention his ass had been subjected to was at the doctor’s office, Billie was amazed at how much this prelude to their first fuck aroused him. Sure, there were no latex gloves involved, and the smell of Jay’s naked body had the stench of a clinic beaten into a corner, but at the end of the day, a finger in the ass was, after all, a finger in the ass, and he had sure as hell never reacted like this before. There was no tensing, no shrinking from the intimacy of the touch, Jay’s mouth providing the perfect distraction, underlining the difference between this lovers’ foreplay and any medical exam. Sooner than he had ever imagined, Billie moaned the single syllable, “more ...”, and Jay obliged, adding an extra slick of lube and another digit into the equation with as little resistance as that which had met the first. Mere moments later, Billie began blatantly fucking himself, hips rising and falling as Jay’s fingers flexed inside him, his cock bouncing against his getting-stickier-by-the-second stomach, and it became obvious that the kiss couldn’t continue. Breathing was starting to be a bit of an issue, and Billie needed his voice to share his pleasure with the man bestowing it on him.
“Fuck, Jay, that’s good.”
“Yeah, same here. You feel .... awesome. How about if I do this? Do ya like that?” Billie let out a shrill little scream, and Jay lapped at a swollen nipple that was a few inches closer to his lips than before, working one more lube-slicked finger in as soon as Billie stopped wriggling for long enough. “So I’m doing it right?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Green eyes widened and sparkled before the lids half-closed again and Billie sank back into the mattress, the intense pressure on his g-spot temporarily abating as Jay probed deeper. “I’ve wasted forty years without knowing about this. Fuck, life really begins ...”
“You’ve said that a coupla times. What’s that about?”
“It’s a saying - life begins at forty... I told you I turned 40 - Jesus!!! - in February, it’s sort of a milestone. That’s what the new album’s called .. Life Begins ..” Billie gave a soft chuckle and it was Jay’s turn to moan at his body’s reaction. “I suppose it sorta does for you, too, until you start remembering stuff again.”
“I don’t give a shit about my past, Billie. Like you and Amanda, it’s history. I kinda like now.”
“Yeah, me too. Uh, Jay ........?”
“Yeah?”
“About now. I’m ready.”
Time seemed to stop. Even the motor of the mini-fridge cut out to leave the room silent and still, and for a moment, Billie felt like he did underwater, aware of the pressure on every inch of him, holding his breath and with his heart pumping extra fast. Jay’s fingers emerged from their hiding place and were swiftly covered with a further glistening coat of the transparent liquid, applied generously to lubricate sensitive and recently-stretched skin, the excess wiped onto the drummer’s cock. He stared at his lover, naked and inviting, and with legs splayed wide, deciding that a pillow under his back would make the fuck more comfortable for both of them, and Billie gave a slow nod, lifting his hips to make room for the cold fabric, his legs now bent and his feet pale and flat against the dark sheet. Jay whistled, slowly palming his erection in a totally pointless effort to keep himself rock-hard. Shit, Billie spread across the bed, the shadowy contours of his body accentuated by the room’s low light, had to be one of the most erotic sights in the world. When he tried to use it, his voice came out as a feeble, croaky whisper.
“Fuck, you look wonderful. And you never did this before?”
“No, never. You’re my first guy.”
“Oh, fuck ......” Jay took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and yet still sounded like a cartoon villain. “What about those condo things? The nurse back at the hospital said I should always wear a condo.”
“Condom, Love. She told you to use a condom.” Billie beckoned Jay to him, the smaller man falling to lie chest - to - chest, faces a scant inch apart. “You can use one if you want, if you feel happier but ..... well, we know you’re clean and I’ve been very careful all my life.”
“So we don’t need one?”
“Need, no. But like I said .. It’s to keep you safe, healthy, but we’ve got no worries there and what I really want ....” Billie took in a huge lungful of air. “I don’t want you to use a condom. I want to feel you come inside me.” He planted the most innocent, chaste kiss on Jay’s gawping mouth, following it up with a most un-chaste lunge of his hips that had their hard-ons grind together and it was as much as Jay could do to nod and mumble “Okay ...”
It was as if all of Billie’s previous sexual experiences flashed in front of his eyes, just like they say happens when you are about to die, and yet he had never felt more alive, although he was aware of a tiny knot of anxiety forming in his belly. Jay shuffled himself comfortable, spreading his stance so that the soft mattress didn’t topple him, and lined himself up against Billie’s entrance, frowning in concentration as he - literally - sized up the situation.
“Fuck, am I gonna fit in there? Billie, do you ....”
Billie stroked up Jay’s arm, over the muscles of his shoulder, until his chin rested in the singer’s palm, and whispered. “It’ll be fine, Love. Just take it slow. If I need a moment, I’ll let you know, but this is gonna work, trust me.”
“If you’re sure ..”
“I’m sure.” Green eyes glinted with un-suppressible mischief. “Mike’s hung like a fucking horse, and Rudy is not a very big man. If they can do it, we can. Go on.”
“You know a lot about Mike’s cock for a straight guy.”
“Long drives between dates on tour. Mike has a few beers, starts missing Rudy, spills his secrets to me. And never stand next to him in a restroom unless you like feeling intimidated.” Billie blew a kiss and smiled tenderly. “I want this, Jay. I want you.”
The room lapsed back into an enveloping silence. Jay lined himself up again, biting his lip and staring into unblinking emerald eyes as their bodies became one for the first time, uttering tiny gasps of surprise at the sensation of yielding flesh. He inched himself in, gently, carefully, watching for any sign of discomfort, but none was apparent. In reality, Billie twice came close to asking Jay to stop, but he willed himself through the pain barrier, until something inside him seemed to give and all he could feel was pleasure - complete and utter pleasure. His eyes widened and his lips curled into a slow, self-satisfied smile to reassure Jay that everything was going just fine. Slowly, he folded his legs until his knees almost touched his chest, his arms around them to hold them in place, bracketing his blood-flushed cock with snowy-toned thighs.
“Oh, god, s’good....”
“Do you need a minute? You still feel pretty tight, Billie. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Billie gabbled out his response between the long, panting breaths hissing from him like escaping steam. “You’re not, I’m great. Feels amazing. I think I’m gonna love this.”
“Hope so. Feels fucking wonderful for me.” Jay tried a few tentative, shallow lunges, and, encouraged by the constant hum building in the back of Billie’s throat, he got a little bolder, the hum growing louder with each quickening stroke. He settled into a moderate rhythm, slipping into an altered state of mind, overrun by the sheer carnality of this most intimate of acts between two people. Sweat started to seep from their pores, glistening in the lamp’s glow, and, doubt now scattered to the four winds, Billie began to allow his inner whore to break surface, yelling every time Jay hit an especially sensitive spot, and fuck, there seemed to be an awful lot of those, far more than he had imagined. Every one of Billie’s reactions had a corresponding effect on Jay - a sharp tightening of muscles, or a subtler throbbing around his engorged cock - and if he had known the word, or had had the energy, Jay would be calling his partner a slut right now. So very soon, and despite their earlier orgasms, thoughts of the end crossed their minds. Jay was the first to voice his thoughts.
“Bill, how’s this gonna work for you? You’re gonna need some help, yeah?”
Billie gulped in oxygen, striving to jolt his absent brain back to life. He nodded slowly, adjusting both his grip on his slippery thighs and on reality before answering. “Yeah. Help.”
“So you want me to ...?” Jay couldn’t finish his sentence, Billie’s slight change of position having a divine knock-on effect on his dick.
“When you’re nearly done, touch me. Oh, fuck ...... right there - oh, Jesus!” Billie rolled his head on the pillow, flattening dark curls to his forehead in a move that stopped the sweat blinding him. “If you let me finish first, I think it’ll be real good for you.”
“It’s fucking good already. Aaaw, too good - shit! Billie, now?”
“Yeah. Now.”
Jay’s fingers, sticky from the lube, closed around the singer’s swollen member, and for a moment, he revelled in the novelty of handling a cock that wasn’t his, that was hard and ready to burst because of him. Billie whimpered loudly, immediately pitched into the misleading calm of the plateau stage, before the full force of his orgasm left him feeling like he had just been hit by a taser. He screwed his eyes shut, his whole being centred around the parts of his body that Jay was stimulating, acutely aware of the streams of heat streaking his thighs and his inclined belly, and of the primal screams being ripped from his lover’s throat as convulsing, contracting muscles milked him dry, too.
For Billie, this was a whole new ball game, a climax far more intense than any he had ever experienced before, whether induced by a fuck, a blow job or his own hand. The sensation of having something in his ass as he came was immensely pleasurable, but the thought that that something was another living soul - a soul that he loved - took the fuck to a completely new level of satisfaction. As for Jay, his shit-eating grin was all the evidence Billie needed as proof that it had been equally good for him - well, the grin coupled with the warm trickle of lube and semen bubbling from the singer’s body as they finally slipped apart.
Jay tugged at the pillow under Billie’s still-trembling form, and, oblivious to the wet mess on his stomach, fell to lie flat against him, eager to kiss bite-bleached lips. The death-grip on Billie’s legs loosened, allowing them to fall and lock his partner in place on top of him, wanting the kiss as desperately as Jay did, even at the risk of suffocating one another in the process. When they finally gave in to their straining lungs, the joy etched on their faces pretty well made words redundant. Semi-blitzed, and with every cell begging for oxygen Billie reached for the water, uncapping it behind Jay’s back, tipping it into his parched mouth before slaking his own thirst and dropping the empty bottle to the rug. His hands were cold, coated in condensation from the chilled water, and Jay shivered as they touched friction-warmed skin. Billie dragged the comforter over them both, his breath gusting hot against Jay’s cheek as he finally found something to say.
“That was beautiful. Love you.”
Jay giggled, rubbing his face against Billie’s in a effort to get flopping hair out of his eyes. “It was fucking great. YOU were fucking great. Jesus, we’re a mess.”
Billie echoed Jay’s laughter. “Yeah. I think we need to change the bed before Bernie gets to it next week. Feels like a fucking swamp down there.”
“I wanna do that some more ...”
“Jesus, give me a fucking break, Jay!”
“Not now, Asshole. In the morning. When you’re not so tired.” Right on cue, Billie yawned in Jay’s face. The flights, the food, the wine and two orgasms in the space of an hour were now really taking their toll.
“ ‘m fine. I can go again, just give me a minute or two.”
Jay climbed off Billie’s sticky body, shuffling backwards towards the edge of the bed. Before the comforter had time to settle into its new shape, Billie had curled up into a corner of the bed and closed his eyes.
“I’m giving you the rest of the night, Billie. We can carry on from here in the morning. My birthday, remember?”
“God, yeah. Okay. Sounds great ..... Hey, where are you going?” One eyelid lifted, flashing green through heavy lashes as the mattress lurched.
“My bed. Gonna get some sleep, too.”
Billie rolled partway onto his back, the sleepiest of smiles making his lips so inviting, and Jay was powerless to resist them. “This is your bed, too. I want you to stay close. All night. ”
“Okay.”
“I love you. C’mere.”
The drummer retrieved the lube, placing it within easy reach on the nightstand and fumbled for the light switch before climbing back under the covers to snuggle up close to the luminously pale form already there, trying and failing to avoid the huge, spreading damp patch at hip level, even in such a vast bed.
“I love you, too, Billie, and I think I’m gonna love birthdays.”