When I Come Around Part 13

Apr 11, 2013 15:51


Author:   timrod

Rating:  NC17 overall

Pairing:  Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer:  I don't own Green Day.

Surprised? Yeah, me too.   Valentines / birthdays continued.


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

Part 11 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2974521.html

Part 12 -  http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2975582.html


The first kiss of the day always started chastely, soft and delicate, and today was no exception.  As Billie fell onto his knees and crawled up his lover’s body to reach his lips,  Jay smiled serenely, his head sunk deep into the folds of the beanbag, taking Billie’s partial weight on his chest on the unstable surface.  Long before the flavour of coffee faded from their mouths, hands had been added into the equation, Billie’s on Jay’s exposed shoulders, whilst the drummer tried to get a hold on Billie’s buttocks under his not-quite-loose-enough sweatpants.   He shrugged off the restricting robe completely and finally succeeded, cupping his hands around warm, smooth flesh as the beanbag collapsed a little further under them.  Billie giggled, high pitched and infectious and incredibly cute.

“Whoa, this is different.”

“But okay?”

“Hell, yeah.  I just never made love in an earthquake before.”  Jay got that familiar, although becoming rarer, quizzical look on his face, and Billie kissed away the frown lines.  “I’ll explain later.  I got far more important things on my mind right now - like how fucking hard you are.”

It was Jay’s turn to giggle, working down Billie’s ass in a sweep from lower back to the deep crease where his legs started.  “I can’t believe how soft this is.”

“Yeah, well I look after it - buff it, oil it up.”  Billie blushed a little at his vanity, remembering the tour in a handful of months.  “I kinda started pulling my pants down on stage a few years ago, and the fans seemed to like it.  I do it most shows, but ..... now - now we’re together, if you want me to stop doing it, I will.”

“Billie, no.  I saw that on a couple of those videos Jake showed me.  It’s fine - as long as I get to be the only one to touch it, huh?”

“Absolutely.“  Billie swallowed and took in a noisy breath.  “Jay, if ever something’s wrong, tell me and I’ll fix it.”

“Biilie, nothing needs fixing - well, not that you can control, anyway.”

“You worrying about today?”

“Yeah.  I don’t want anything to change.  i love you - love this.”

“I love you, too.  I wish I’d met you years ago.  And if you still want this after today, then that’s what you’ll have.  I just want you to be happy.”

Jay groaned, kneading Billie’s flesh with strong, rhythmic fingers.  “I can’t think of anything I could want more than I want you.  Apart from your ass.”

Billie buried his laughter in Jay’s neck, kissing it softly as he groped between their bodies. ”So is that how you wanna get rid of this little beauty?”  Fuck, there were so many variables, all of them tempting.  Billie was perfectly happy to delegate making a choice to his lover, knowing full well that he would get enjoyment out of whichever of the myriad options Jay plumped for.

There was a little whine of frustration, because the decision was equally as difficult for Jay to make.  “God, I don’t know.”  He glanced around the room for inspiration, and actually found exactly what he was looking for on the table.  Billie followed his gaze and smiled an almost-innocent smile, betrayed by the glint of lust growing in his eyes.

“Perfect.  Me or you?”

The answer came quickly, small and broken but quite emphatic.

“You.  Definitely you.”

Immediately, Billie tugged his sweat top off, abandoned inside out on the sofa, and once his vision wasn’t obscured by grey jersey, he saw that Jay was sitting up as best he could on a seat that was behaving more like a rug right now.  Spellbound by emerging flesh, Jay licked his thumbs and circled them over hardening nipples, and Billie moaned in his trademark slutty manner, guiding Jay onto the peaked fabric at the front of his pants, a spreading dark circle at its apex.

“Look what you do to me, Jay.”
“Yeah, I’m looking.  Get them off, Billie.”

The singer nodded shallowly, rammed his fingers under the waistband and managed to get them down to his knees in one smooth movement.  From there, it was not quite as graceful, Billie struggling to keep his balance on the pebble-slope beneath his knees, added to the fact that he was now visibly trembling with anticipation. Sex almost without exception involved a long, slow build-up through foreplay and going straight to the main event like this made him remember his earliest, snatched and undeniably exciting encounters.  He felt shy, self-conscious - vulnerable, even, although he was a more than willing participant in this.  .He gave a wavering smile of triumph when the pants finally joined the shirt, his expression morphing to one of startled pleasure as Jay gave his iron girder of a cock a loving squeeze, before toppling him to lie on his stomach, their bodies aligned on the sinking seat.  They exchanged more soft kissed and smiles, then Jay reached for the remains of their breakfast and pinched off a marble-sized piece of the butter.  Billie nodded, smiled once more and spread his legs a little wider, offering his body up to his lover with a huge, satisfied sigh.

*****

The fuck ended as it started, with exploring tongues, although this time it wasn’t the taste of food that they were sharing.  Billie had been allowed to roll from his side onto his back, his heat-darkened skin standing out against the stark white of the robe that had by some miracle stayed in place beneath them, shielding the beanbag from all sorts of hard-to-explain-and-remove stains.  Half of his hair was flattened to his skull, the other half an explosion of raven-black corkscrew curls, blacker still at the sweat-soaked roots, and his pupils were dilated, minimum green ringing the bright sparkle in his eyes as he recovered from not only his own orgasm, but that of his lover..  Jay, too, was flushed and sweaty, jabbing his tongue into Billie’s mouth between giggles and whispered part-sentences that would have made no sense to anyone but themselves.  The heat was positively radiating off them, the polystyrene filling of the beanbag providing not only support, but also over-efficient insulation, and the rising warmth spread the smell of their bodies around the room.  Jay took a long and delicious sniff of armpit.

“Mmmmm.  Stinky.”

“Yeah, you too.  Smells good.”  Billie yawned, dragging in sweat-scented oxygen to fuel his parched muscles.  “So tired.  I think that was our longest fuck yet.  I could fall asleep right here.”

“We can’t though, can we?”

“Better not, but Jesus, that was hot.”

Jay sniffed again and chuckled to himself.  “I suppose we could wash up, see if that will keep us awake.  Don’t wanna be late.”

“Fuck, no.  Yeah, sounds like a plan.  Here, drink this.  That’ll help, too,”  Billie divided the last drops of coffee between the two cups, his balls contracting at the sight of the few oily smears on the side plate.  Fuck, he would never look at butter in the same way ever again.

“Thanks.  I need this.”

“Yeah, me too.”  Billie tipped the cup almost upside down to get to the last drops. “ I think we’ll take the truck this afternoon.  The road up to your dad’s place could be shit after all this rain, and there might be some things you want to bring back with you - bring home.”

“Home.”  Jay nodded his approval.  This really was where he felt most comfortable,  where his heart was at ease, and, of course, the only home he could remember.  “Yeah, cool, and I was thinking - should we take something with us?  You know, like a gift of some kind?”

“Yeah.  I like that idea, and it is kinda close to the holidays.  Didn’t Lori say something about whisky?  We could take him a bottle - or maybe even a case.  That would make this afternoon go smoother.”

“I think I could do with some whisky right now.  Fuck, Billie ...”

The singer scooped his partner back into his arms, wrapping him tight, kissing his face in between each sentence to disperse re-emerging nerves.  “We’re gonna be fine, Love.  We don’t have to tell him everything today.  We can decide that later, after we speak to Lori, after we’ve met him.  And remember, I’m gonna be right beside you, every step of the way.  Or behind you, whatever you prefer.”

Jay’s smile against Billie’s skin morphed into a kiss to his nipple, then another yawn,  “Anyway. Every way.  We’re - what was it Mike called us?”

“Versatile?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.  Jeez, sleepy.  Gotta wake up.”

“Come on, shower time.”  Billie helped lever Jay upright and clambered to his own feet, his hips glistening with greasy fingermarks as he bent to pick up the mis-used bathrobe.  “We can leave this, clear it away later.  I’ll bring us some more coffee, you go start getting ready.  I’ll be right up.”

The drummer giggled, grabbing first a slippery buttock and secondly his damp robe, thinking twice about putting it around his shoulders.  “Yeah, you usually are.”

“Can’t help it.  You’re so fucking gorgeous.  Now go shower, or we’ll be late.”

Billie stepped into the double-width cubicle with his almost-finished lover, angling his head to allow sweet, steamy water to soak his hair.  He reached for the small metal  shelf that was proving useful for so much more than just bathing products, and squirted a generous amount of shampoo into his palm - white, opalescent shampoo that spurted into his cupped hand, separating in the spray from the shower head.  The same thought hit two dirty minds at once, and, tiredness and pressures of time instantly forgotten, the shower got sidelined for something very much hotter.

*****

rating: nc-17, author: timrod, pairing: billie/other

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