When I Come Around Part 11
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day.
Surprised? Yeah, me too. Happy Valentines
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
Part 9b http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2965012.html
Part 10a http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2966647.html
Part 10 b http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2967602.html
Unable to suppress the need to move for a moment longer, Jay slowly stretched, straightening his legs and spine until a faint cracking sound stopped the cramped feeling in its tracks. It was daylight - well, dull, but definitely a reasonable hour - and soft rain pattered against the window-pane in erratic rhythms, gusted by the wind that had blown up overnight. Two pints of Guinness laced with caffeine the previous night had left him with an acute need to pee and the rain was not helping him forget that fact, but leaving the bed was really not appealing - Billie was still asleep, curled up with his back against Jay’s chest, and nobody in their right mind could ever wish to put an end to that. After a five minute and rather one-sided war between his brain and his bladder, Jay gave in, sighed and slid from the bed.
When he returned, Billie had rolled onto the warm patch left behind, his eyes still closed, his limbs spread so that he took up more than half of the huge bed. Jay crawled back under the double-thick comforter, propped himself up on one elbow and used Billie’s down-time as a chance to take a really good hard look.
Last night’s sweat and the pillows had combined to make soft curls tighter. One dark tendril had flopped over Billie’s forehead, the rest were pressed together like an ebony motor-cycle helmet. Two layers of bedding, although necessary in the cool of the night, now made the air rising from under the covers overpoweringly hot, laden with the smell of stale sex, and the bite on the singer’s neck that had been embellished last night stood out strongly, even against his heat-flushed skin. Luxuriously thick eyelashes underlined lids that looked as if they were smeared with make-up, although the marathon shower before they came to bed would have removed any trace if Billie had actually been wearing any - this colour was all natural. Finally, Jay’s gaze fell on his lover’s mouth, slightly open, with that perfect Cupid’s bow and a plump bottom lip that just begged to be bitten and sucked. That was exactly what he was on the point of doing when Billie’s eyes opened, a slow-motion reveal of bright emerald that gradually focussed on Jay’s wonder-struck and extremely close face.
“Hey. Morning.”
“Morning. How’s my favourite forty - year old? Did ya sleep well?”
“Yeah, great, when you finally left me alone.”
Billie chuckled and mumbled the most insincere apology ever, stretching and yawning himself a little more awake. “Yeah, well I didn’t get you a real present, did I? How about we remedy that today, after we go drop the bombshell on Mom?"
"Billie, no ..." The protest was stopped with a short, sharp kiss.
"That's settled then. Today is birthday part two. You're gonna get presents, a quiet dinner for just us this time, and you're gonna get laid.". Most helpfully, Billie added, "That means more sex. A lot more."
"I kinda figured that." Jay grinned and shuffled in closer, reaching under the heat of the covers to casually cup Billie's balls. "I can go for that but you bought me so fucking much already. What do I need?"
"Dunno, but if you're gonna touch me like that, you probably need to be kissing me."
"Oh, god. Fuck, yeah."
Two tongues explored morning-flavoured mouths in great and delicious detail, kick-starting sleepy libidos into life. When Billie tried to speak in the few and fleeting breathing spaces, he found himself gently shushed and kissed again, each time a little edgier, Jay moving from balls to shaft to work on one particular part of the singer's regular wake-up regime. Billie moaned softly, trapped under his lover in such a way that he could not reach to reciprocate the favour, but that was exactly what Jay wanted - this was going to be all about making sure that Billie's day began in the best possible way. For now, Jay's reward would be his partner's reactions - both vocal and physical - and Billie was providing a fuckton of those. He moved almost constantly, lifting his hips or rolling his ass from side to side, scrunching handfuls of black silk sheet in his palms, an echoed response to the glorious contractions building in the pit of his stomach, and sighing all the while.
Billie had been doing this for himself since before he hit his teens, and god knows how many women had laid their hands on his cock over the years, but nobody had ever given him the same thrill as Jay was now. Every squeeze, every readjustment of his grip was exactly right, almost as if Billie had some sort of mind-control over his partner, and the thought alone that the fist slowly taking him to heaven was not his own just made this so very much better. The only frustration was the fact that Jay's dick, hard, hot, and wedged firmly against Billie's thigh, remained stubbornly out of reach. Every so often another element was added as the bedclothes got in the way, the slight weight of the downy covers friction-warming sensitive, exposed skin. When Jay realised what it was that was giving Billie such intense, yet intermittent pleasure, he made absolutely sure it happened more often. Denied the physicality that he craved, Billie finally closed his eyes and fantasised about the wonderful things he wanted to do to his lover afterwards, and the clawing in his gut intensified tenfold as imagination and reality converged. Jay’s hand was delightfully warm, his grip firm and his rhythm steady, leaving Billie with nothing to do, save for lying back and savouring every stroke.
For the most part the dominant partner, as soon as Jay sensed that the end of this intimate little act was mere moments away, he opened his mouth wide and used it to cover Billie’s, rewarded with a forceful kiss which compounded the already multi-faceted climax that suddenly ripped through him from top to toe and back again, possessing him completely for its duration. Constantly lisping words of love around a ravaging tongue, Jay cradled sweaty curls, keeping them tightly pressed together until, finally, Billie sank back into the mattress, for now at least, blissed-out and kissed out. Jay watched intently as he slowly pulled himself back together, noting how Billie's eyes widened each time a tiny spasming aftershock prolonged the orgasm still further, and how his nipples gradually softened and spread across his heaving chest. His cock dwindled under tented covers, and Jay pulled the bedding back, partly to look at the fruits of his labours, but mainly to stop the mother of all wet patches making the inevitable rest of their lovemaking uncomfortable. Billie wedged a pillow under his shoulders and stared at the glistening mess, grinning smugly.
"Fuck, that was good. Better than when I do it." He stretched for a handful of tissues from the fast-emptying carton on the nightstand, Jay taking them from him, but instead of using them to mop his lover dry, he dropped them to the bed behind him.
"I kinda liked it too. It's a beautiful thing."
Billie flicked shriveling, sticky flesh and giggled. "I always thought it was an ugly little bastard. Useful, but ugly."
"Are girls any prettier down there?"
"Now you come to mention it, no. Fuck, have you never seen a woman naked?"
"Not that I remember. Don't know if i want to. I like what i got here." Jay dragged a finger along the faintest, well-trimmed happy-trail and waved it in front of Billie's face. "You ever tried this? I mean, your own, not mine, 'cause i know you had a ton of that."
"No. Only when you kissed me after ....."
Billie’s voice tailed off into a dreamy hum as his mouth was crammed with finger. He sucked on it eagerly from the very first taste, eyes closed to concentrate on one thing at a time, only opening them again when the finger slipped from his lips and Jay relocated to his belly, lapping up every last droplet before giving Billie a further opportunity to sample this new and exotic delight.
Kissing had never been so hot. A fair proportion of Billie’s previous sexual encounters had been, by their very nature, rushed, and even in his more permanent relationships, this was an element that soon got left by the wayside. Rediscovering the thrill of sharing saliva - and now, for fuck’s sake, semen - with a partner left Billie feeling like a teen again, but without the worry that his mother was going to walk in on them. He had no idea when or why he had started to get turned on by the taste of his own cock, but judging by the way it was throbbing back to life against his now barely-damp belly, it was obviously a pretty effective aphrodisiac.
The kiss continued until it tasted only of mouth once more, then Billie rolled Jay onto his back, leaning over him to retrieve one of the assortment of bottles of lube from the nightstand, getting a small gasp of anticipation and the briefest flick of a tongue over his nipple in the process. Rubbing his hand down Jay’s seriously stiff member to his ball, Billie mumbled against sweaty skin.
“I love you. I wanna make you feel so good.” Jay’s legs parted automatically, a draught of stale air assaulting both of their noses as the comforter billowed into its new shape over them. “Why the hell did we bother taking a shower last night? We smell so fucking bad!”
“That was because you said we oughta try fucking in there.”
“That was my idea?”
“Yeah. And it was hot.”
“The shower or the fuck?” Billie chuckled at his own joke, squeezing Jay’s sac and stealing the breath that he was going to use to answer. “You are so fucking beautiful. Can I ... can we try something else?”
“Yeah, sure, as long as I get to come some time soon. I’m kinda worked up here.”
“You will. I wanna try out one of the toys - are you up for that?”
“Not that fucking huge plug thing?”
Billie placed a reassuring kiss on Jay’s temple, a soft fingertip pressing against his entrance at the same time. “No, not that, not yet. We gotta work up to that. I mean one of the vibrators - I was gonna suggest it last night but ...”
“Yeah, things did get a little basic, didn’t they?” Jay grinned, eyes sparking at the memory of the passion born of a few hours’ abstinence.
“Oh, god, yeah. It’ll be good, I promise. Mike gave me the low-down on this last night at the restaurant.”
“Thought you were talking about the album. You were in the office with him for fucking ages.”
“Yeah, well, we did a bit but .....” Billie grazed his lips over the bite on his lover’s shoulder. “He’s real pleased for us, Jay. He said if we got any questions, he’d be happy to help with anything we’re not sure about.”
“Sweet.”
“He wants this to work as much as we do, I think. He’s been with Rudy for forever - they must be doing something right. I want that for us.”
“Yeah, me too. So, which one of the toys is it?” Fuck knows there was a world of choice in the two nightstand drawers and Jay, quite understandably, wanted to know what was in store for him.
“This one?” Billie handed over the slender silver object for Jay’s inspection. “It’s not too big, but it has a good strong motor. It’s the one Mike suggested I buy.”
“Looks fine. No sharp edges, smaller than you. Yeah, I can manage that .... go for it, Billie.“
The singer was momentarily taken aback by just how willing his partner was, but never one to waste an opportunity where sex was concerned, he opened the lube one-handed and squirted a generous amount into Jay’s pubes. The cold trickle quickly warmed once it hit his skin, spread way beyond the place it was most needed by tender, circling fingers that gradually homed in on their target, and Jay relaxed, even before he was told to. When the time was right, Billie slipped a little way inside, his finger slicked with more lube, and the semi-serious business of sexual experimentation began.
Despite his relative inexperience, Jay didn’t get a lot more preparation before he and the toy became intimately acquainted, but as ever, Billie was careful not to go too far, too fast. He checked and double-checked every tiny bit of progress, looking and listening for any sign of physical distress, adding enough lube to reduce the drag against stretching skin. Jay seemed to be coping with this with the same casual attitude as he had everything else they had tried together in the past few hours. Hours .... THAT was what amazed Billie the most - it felt like they had been doing this for forever, not for a little over one day, although the fuck toll was now nudging into double figures. He sure as hell couldn’t remember being this comfortable with any woman at such an early point in a relationship. Being with Jay simply felt right, both of them covering new ground several times a day, and that just served to bring them closer - they were in Gay Sex 101 together.
Billie’s concentration was complete. He rested on his haunches, one hand on Jay’s thigh, the other slowly guiding the toy into place, half-inch by half-inch, twisting it every so often to spread the lube and ease its progress, until, at last, most of it was inside his boyfriend’s body. Jay seemed calm, doing nothing more alarming than sighing, even, by some tremendous feat of self-control, resisting the urge to touch his straining erection.
“How’re ya doing? Still okay?”
“Yeah, god, yeah. Fine. Feels a bit like you, just smaller and kinda cold.”
“Maybe I shoulda warmed it up a bit first.”
“No, no it’s okay. It sort of makes me feel it more. It’s good.”
“As long as you tell me if it starts to be not good. It’s a toy, not an instrument of torture, remember.”
Jay smiled, dragging the kneeling man in for a gentle kiss, trailing fingers along his jaw and across his pecs as Billie straightened up again. “It’s great. I wanna try this as much as you want me to, and I trust you, Love.”
“I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.” Billie bit his lip and took stock of what he had achieved, a scant inch of metal protruding from Jay’s body, two fingers resting on the end to keep it in place against muscles that were trying to push the thing right back out again. “That’s as far in as I’m gonna put it. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get used to it before I turn it on, okay?”
“Yeah. So what are we gonna do while we wait?” Jay asked, knowing full well what was on the cards. Sure enough, Billie licked his lips and closed in for the kill.
“This.”
By the time they surfaced for air, Billie figured that Jay was as used to having a sex toy in his ass as he would ever be, and with one final, sweetly reassuring smile, he turned the switch on the bottom to its first setting. The reactions were glorious - a sharp intake of breath, a slight parting of pink-flushed lips and a whole-body twitch which toppled the lube that had been left in easy reach between Jay’s legs. The pressure against Billie’s fingertips increased, keeping time with the muffled thrum of the motor, the silences filled with grunts and groans from the man on the receiving end of its efforts.
“Jeez, Billie ...”
“Okay? Is it too much? Perhaps you should have tried this on me first.”
“No, it’s great. A bit full-on sometimes, but fucking great.”
“Good.” Billie grinned and nodded, settling down to enjoy the show, draped alongside his lover’s body, his face now closer to the centre of activity. Every so often he gave the toy a slight twist, or gently pushed it a little further in, catching it before it was forced from Jay’s body completely. And this close, how could he resist an occasional kiss to his partner’s hip, cock or sac, or a tweak of a nipple? There didn’t seem to be a single part of Jay that wasn’t reacting to this new and unnatural stimulus, his skin breaking out in goosebumps and sweat simultaneously when the speed was notched up one more time.
Billie felt proud that this had been mostly his idea (although mentally, he threw a bucketload of thanks to Mike), protective of his friend’s well-being, and above all, horny as hell. It was as if his very recent orgasm had never happened, and he longed to wrap his hand around himself but he resisted, waiting just as Jay had waited, giving him every last ounce of his attention. He half-hoped that the drummer would grab him and rub him and put an end to the near-pain growing in his balls, but his fists were clenched tight, arms now straight at his sides, like outriggers balancing him as he lurched about on the pliant mattress.
“Touch yourself if you need to, Love - or do you want me to do anything for you?’
Jay grunted out something that sounded like ‘no’, looking like he was riding an invisible mechanical bull, bucking and arching against the bed. All the while, his head was bent forward, better to watch his dick bounce against his belly, leaving the wispy hair there darkened by a steady flow of pre-come. In a gap in the onslaught on his prostate, he crushed another pillow under him to save his aching neck and hissed out his orders in a voice that was cracked and feeble..
“Billie, don’t stop. Jesus, there - keep it there.”
Billie smiled and whispered a soft “okay’, settling in closer because the tone of Jay’s voice conveyed absolute urgency. He was reaching the limit of his endurance, the path to his orgasm fast running out, and Billie waited for his cue, verbal or physical, that his help was required to tip Jay over the edge.
It never came.
Suddenly, and - despite the circumstances, still a little unexpectedly - Jay’s dick reared up. leaving two clear inches of daylight between it and his belly, gushing strand after strand of pearly strings up as far as his chest, a waking wet dream. The climax of the century was accompanied by a feral growl from the drummer, and nothing more than a slack-jawed stare from the silent partner in the proceedings, as fascinated as a child watching its first magic trick. Two fingers’ touch was nowhere near enough to keep the toy inside Jay’s ass, and Billie cradled it in the cup of his palm, the moderate vibration now amplified by a far more forceful pulse that kept time with the rise and dip of Jay’s cock and the growth of the lake on his skin. Slowly, the growl morphed into more of a whimper, and Billie scrabbled to the pillow end of the bed to smother his lover’s face in soothing, sensual kisses. Another weakening contraction succeeded in expelling the toy onto the bed with a soft thud, the rhythmic buzz much louder now that it wasn’t muted by a seal of muscle, but instead of turning it off, Billie’s priority was getting relief from the throb in his balls that required no battery to power it. Leaning hard into his partner’s flagging body, he grasped his cock, reaching his own orgasm in seconds, Jay’s name yelled into sandy-coloured hair as the drummer gathered enough brain power to press his thumb into the bruise on Billie’s neck.
Kisses followed, as they always did, two souls reassuring each other that this was not selfish, personal gratification, but a shared act of love, each of them getting the utmost pleasure from giving pleasure. Kisses turned to softly spoken declarations of affection to end, as almost always, in laughter. Billie leaned back to stare into eyes of glittering grey-blue, a huge smile plastered over his flushed face.
“It just gets better every fucking time.”
“Yeah, and messier.”
“Yeah, that too. Fuck, Jay, I never even thought that
was possible. That was amazing. I mean, I heard stories about that happening, but I thought they were just that - stories.”“It was real enough for me. Billie, we gotta try that on you some time soon.”
“Yeah we will. Tonight, after I treat you to the best steak you’ve ever had. Or that you can remember, anyway.” Billie snatched another kiss, gentle and brief, stubble grazing stubble like a match-head struck against a brick wall. “C’mon, we better wash up before we go see Mom. And shave. I feel like a fucking porcupine."
Jay raked his fingers through the matted hair in his groin and grinned. “Yeah, I think I need to shave as well. You gonna help me with that?”
Billie vaulted out of the disaster-scene of a bed and grabbed the bottle of waterproof lube that had been abandoned on the nightstand after last night’s session in the shower. “Just try and fucking stop me.”
Water consumption in the Armstrong household was just about to reach another all-time high.